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taesiccc · 2 years ago

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Your part- Pt.2

PAIRING: Yandere Taehyung x Reader (f)

GENRE: Yandere au, smut, angst

TW: Mature content, mentions of violence, Yandere, Manipulative behavior

RATING: 18+

DISCLAIMER: Mentions of all characters and events occurring in this writing are fictitious and only written solely for entertainment purposes.

SYNOPSIS: You are married to Taehyung. A stranger you've only seen twice or so. you find yourself neglected of pleasures in the marriage and does this have anything to do with Taehyung's medical history? what is that affecting him? what could he have done worse? tf? A.. Crime?......perhaps..?

“Shall we leave??”

“Yeah! In a minute!” Your voice echoed back to him as you hurried brushing your hair and tinting your lips.

You still had about half an hour left to reach the ceremony but your husband suggested leaving early since it’s a bit far from the west. You slapped the pins onto your bun hoping it would stay stable and make you look more like a professional. Few strands of curls fell down your forehead entrancing your face. You would be lying if you haven’t seen a prettier ‘you’ in days worth. You took one last glance at your self;

Indeed. very lady like.

The green satin hung flawlessly over your collarbones on your body hugging your curves just right! A small low cut starting from your thigh, exposed your flushed skin like fresh tan dawns. You caressed your exposure feeling like the sexy figure you are. Content with how you looked you moved away to adorn your feet.

Just then Taehyung stood by the door for what took you longer than your said it was going to take for you to arrive. You had excused yourself to slip into some heels completing the look. Coincidentally, Taehyung stood right in front of your bending figure having him catch sight at your cleavage. Unaware of the situation you continue fixing your heels but the door slammed shut in front of you.

He was gone. Did you make him mad? Did you take too long? You didn’t know but sure hurried the process up.

She’s definitely making a wreck out of me.

“Fuck…”

Stroking myself in the car isn’t really my intention. I’d wanna fuck her against the wall and later destroy her bratty self but this is not the time. She’d think I’m a creep ruining her up in a occasion like this. I don’t wanna make her mad or to even disappoint her. Even if it takes to cutting my boner off but, nothings works right now goddamn!

“…Hgh…aH-”

I remember. Vaguely.

Treatments do me no good with my past. Mia feared me. All I had done was to take her home and fuck her up like she wanted. She asked for it; her dress was way too short and cute. What else did she want? She was mad cause I told we were going to the library instead? But she loved it! I can hear her screams, her voice... The way she bled through pleasure; It’s only fair if I’ll give to y/n too. But no. Not now. I’ll hand it to her later so she wouldn’t cry like she did. So she didn’t fear me like she did. She’ll love it!

My hand does the loser job while her cunt would fit just right.

“Ah- shk-”

To rail her and force every drop of cum she could produce. Cum for me. Perfect. All for me. To squeeze her breasts, to suck her skin, to soak her insides, to spread her wide…

“Mhmm..”

All for me.

I watch, as my cock stands like a spring. No matter how I handle it, I can’t keep up. I don’t have a lot of time.

I flinch as I hear a knock on the glass. She’s here. Shit. This would strangle me inside my zippers. I can’t seem to get this moving but I’ve got no other way..

“Taehyung? Is everything alright? Can you hear me? Uh..The door is locked!”

The car just stood there idle. You stood there just the same. He was definitely in the car; the head lights said otherwise.

What is he doing? Was he so mad, he’s locking you out until you apologize? Is he talking to someone over a call? Is it confidential? Nothing stood out except for him being mad at your timing. You decided to apologize. Maybe that’s what he wanted. You clutched your purse in you hand feeling a little embarrassed; knocking once again.

“Uh..SORRY!” You voiced a little louder; not sure sure if he could hear you.

“YOU KNOW….THE WATER HEATER- HEYY!! TAEHYUNG?!“

You voiced out even loudly but the car sped away. Weren’t you loud enough or something? You’re sure you would’ve heard it. Why was he this mad at you? To leave you behind for your own friends engagement? What was he going to do there alone anyway? Couldn’t you just be late at all? Like- since when wasn’t it normal?!

It was getting on your nerves now. Being a little late, in the midst of 30 minutes earliest wasn’t bad at all! Why must you apologize? You unlocked your phone and scrolled through his number. 'This wasn’t that offensive at all!' thoughts mumbled-

You called him several million times and had a trace of nothing from him. Did he just leave for the party? Without you?! Just as you’ve taken the decision to call upon a cab his name popped up.

'Taehyung' - it read blandly.

You thought for a second but took up the call anyways. You planned to yell your voice out but his soft, breathless voice is having you concerned-

“Sorry….I’m on my way”

“Hey! Where are you? Are you o-

Beep beep beep.

The call is already cut displaying you a dead screen. Did he meet with some accident? What was happening? You’re breaking you head while you wait. Sooner or later the car has arrived. So has he. He looked as if he’d ran a marathon which he might have since you didn’t know this enigma of a man.

You open the door and set yourself inside the car. The car smelled unusual but the open window will do just fine. You slam the door shut to his notice; to show him what he’s done. You don’t wanna talk. In fact you won’t talk! There is no point since he won’t be truthful besides, not talking to him was a part of showing your attitude right about now. That’s all you had anyway and that didn’t make a difference for once!

The avenue was fresh and gave you a feeling of joy. It's been a whole long since your wedding seeing such ceremonies. You needed that of all people considering a suffocating ride with the man you married. You lead yourself inside having him follow you. But to your extreme disappointment the after party is what he has taken you to.

The entire thing was over.

Why the fuck would you want to be here unless to you wanted to embarrass yourself with image of only coming here so you could enjoy drinks and dance? You would rather head to a club. The entire point of existence there was over. How much you wanted to yell at his face? Oh how much! Where was his sense of timing now?

You turn abruptly, off towards the car and Taehyung followed along like a lost confused pup; Only secretly happy for what he had to do tonight for having him masturbate in some open park to your name; thankfully no eye witnesses around the area or he would be behind bars but that’s no different from facing your irritated aura. Just as you’ve seated your fuming self inside the car your seat mate at office has managed to spot you. ‘He’ then progressively ‘they’ wave, practically inviting your utterly nothing but useless appearance inside. You hide yourself in embarrassment but soon you’re out and in the party territory. Of course, Taehyung had to tag along.

He accompanied you after all.

You were immediately greeted by so many people you’ve never even interacted with. You were quite surprised by the attention. Were you so well known? But your stupid ass hadn’t caught on the point like your husband had. You looked glamorous and extremely beautiful for men like those to come gnaw on your stunning appearance. Who wouldn’t look at you in such way when your body portrayed itself like some Greek goddess on loose? Your figure stood out. You stood out.

Your eyes searched for Grace. You couldn’t just go dig on some food immediately and that totally wasn’t your intention. Weirdly she hung out at the bar. You weren’t normally surprised but still quite surprised. You held Taehyung’s hand heading over to her.

There was no use in telling around that your husband was so fucking handsome but to show how damn ethereal he looked. How dreamy he was and how he exclusively belonged to you!

You only intertwined your fingers making him a blushing mess. You failed to notice anything from his side since you were set and a pure psycho to bless your just engaged colleague with his appearance. You dusted her shoulders and she looked at Taehyung. Taehyung just stood there not knowing what to do with her piercing eyes on him. You cleared your throat a bit and Grace pounced on a dramatic hug.

“Congratulations!!!” You squeaked and she thanked you back with a louder squeal. You haven’t realized that you’ve been holding taehyung’s hands until he pulled you back to him. Oh. Right. He was there. You pulled him by the shoulder ready to introduce him and oh! So ready to flex your one in a millionth of treasury!

“Taehyung this is Grace, my friend and Grace this is Taehyung, my husband” you empathized; Taehyung’s face glowed with flush and butterflies in his stomach. He slightly smiled trying to control the uncontrollable feelings-

“Yeah yeah! Taehyung! She’s said a lottt about youuu~” She sounded a little too drunk.

Taehyung suppressed his feelings from looking a little odd outside.

‘A lot? About me?’ The thought itself spread like wild fire inside of him.

You looked like you needed help and that’s exactly what you needed.

Being stuck between your self reflective awkward spouse and a really drunk dead colleague. You signaled your hands off him and proceeded to talk to Grace.

“Where’s the lucky guy?” You nudged her with a playful smirk on your face. She immediately called out to him pointing towards the other bar section; the said guy turned around and hoped into her arms like a wild bunny. They were both definitely drunk and it’s best they were sent to their room immediately cause what you both were witnessing was a lot of lovely moments that you haven’t exchanged with each other yet. If that didn’t ping a little pain in you..

“Heyyyyyyy…I’m Evan” he lend a hand to Taehyung as he lend it back to the drunk man anyway.

“I’m Taehyung- “sure Taehyung let’s go get some drinks” being said he was dragged to the other side. All that was left was Grace and yourself. She would normally talk nonsense but her drunk state was going to be something else. She offered you drinks and what not and you sat there drinking and drinking until she dug you on something. Drunk state was never a recommended for you. Your sorrows and anything to begin with feelings hit your gut and there was no control nor hypocrisy.

“How is your husband?”

You were quite irritated by the sound of that. The glass in your hand was placed on the counter by a forceful bang.

“What about him?” You sounded nonchalant already feeling down for worse.

“Are you guys getting along? Hmm?” She spoke like the nosy person she is.

“We do” you answered her curtly understanding where she was taking this. Anything about Taehyung made you think and especially this conversation is making you very dizzy on all accounts-

“Oooooh~ Guess Prince Charming pounds you very well till-

“NO! No he doesn’t!” The voice echoed quite dramatically along the vibey jazz. Your dribbling self couldn’t keep up with her apparent 'questions'. Your eye set a bit of neon along the corner but still stable enough to understand the surrounding.

“If you’re wondering, Yes! He has a big dick but NO! He doesn’t fuck me any well!” You confessed.

Moments of silence followed the voice. You were feeling very sexually frustrated but you didn’t want to be reminded of that. Just like any worse event of your life that reminds itself to be remembered, this part particularly bought about gloom and depression at it’s finest. You weren’t a freak but few certainties in a relationship has to be done and you didn’t understand why you were being devoid of said. Why wouldn’t your relationship be a normal one? You sat there trying to reminisce on your actions before they vent. Grace snickered along your side. More company, more gossip.

“Does he love you?”

You couldn’t answer this one.

You had to think. But the thought of you even thinking had already unveiled your answer. If you thought he had loved you in the first place, you shouldn’t even be giving it a thought!

“I…I don’t know” you confessed, once again, feeling pain rise up your chest; hating how pathetic you let yourself look. You didn’t know?

Right. You didn’t know.

But you’re tied to him. It didn’t matter if he loved you or not, you were tied. It didn’t even matter. The pain stir up inside of you. The thought of maybe starving for love and attention throughout your life with him kills you. Another glass of drink distracts. You don’t think, taking a quick gulp of it letting down all of the booze down hoping it would calm your racing mind.

“Well then! It’s time to test it!”

“Right. To test it”

-before you could think, you were already playing dolls with Grace and nothing seemed supportive rather than, to her demolishing company.

Grace handed you another drink while you proceeded with the act.

***

Grace is done convincing her fiance to have him agree to having Taehyung engaged in drinking while she starts the play. Taehyung is not quite drunk since he’s got driving to do. He’s been listening to all the nonsense Evan had to say for the sake of giving you space to talk with your newly engaged friend. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. You look like you’re drinking too much but he’s sure he would love to carry your unconscious body and take care of you all night. His sight hasn’t let go off you for even a second. In fact, he wants to get you the hell out of the sight of these men eyeing and preying his wife.

One such man who has his eye lingering on you is Jimin. Grace’s cousin. He sleeps around with multiple woman multiple times a day and it’s safe to call him a playboy. His charms are irresistible but is it the same kind for you?

Grace had nudged the busy man for a wonderful mission he hasn’t expected he’d get.

“Stop playing with me Grace!” he says but very obviously hoping she isn’t.

“Jim..just get going! I’m never playing with ya!! She needs help and you’re the one who could be responsible for some sinister juncture she might share with her husband tonight!!” she snickers and coos excited.

Jimin is slightly disappointed but even getting to touch your body once could be holy so there is no denying! He immediately heads over to your boozed up self.

He slowly seats himself near you eyeing if your said partner was any near. As soon as his eyes met Taehyung’s he lets out an evident scoff but proceeds with trying to talk to you. Taehyung feels extremely turbulent by his behavior but is stopped by Evan.

What is he supposed to do now? Beat this man to pulp and kill the other man approaching his wife? He would if not for Evan being the engaged one. He is trying to patient and gentle but nothing really work without the meds. He seats himself clenching his jaw bones eyeing your figure form the distance. ‘He doesn’t want to loose you’ and that’s all that’s playing on in his mind.

“Looks like someone’s having a bad bad day…”

Your ears perk up and you look at the man beside you. Jimin is not alright anymore; not after seeing someone with graceful beauty like yours to such closeness. All he wants is to rub himself along your clit and see how that voice would sound like but sadly there are other decent ways to hear your voice. He intently looks at you and you question this man on all levels.

“Who are you?” Your very drunk self questioned him. He holds your hand pulling you towards his chest making you get up, out of your seat and into his body. And no. He doesn’t care about your husband nor your dad! All that matters is for him to hold you.

He smoothly escorts you towards the dance floor making you gain some thought process. In no time you were in his arms and moving in rhythm. ‘What did he do and who fuck is this guy?’ He smiles gracefully, creating an arc form up his eyes.

Taehyung looks over to the scene making his insides boil. ‘Son of a bitch!?’ He flares out of his seat but gets pulled back by Evan. He looks over to Evan with deadly eyes but Evan doesn’t know what he had gotten himself into.

“Do you-

He hiccups-

-trust your wife?”

What kind of question was this? He’d trust you with his own life! He’d trust with this entire universe! What was this jerk talking about? But in a sudden his eyes soften up. His heart rate increases dramatically after a mild thought.

‘I trusted Mia. But she..betrayed me’

The past haunts him again.

'Would you?

Would you leave him?'

What has he learned from all these years of healing? But yet, he decides to sit down and watch. Watch if you’d do the same. Know if he’d have to love someone so much and get himself broken down. Her actions haunt him. He’s aware that hasn’t given you anything like he gave her but if you’d have truly been loving him, you wouldn’t fall on some man like she did. Right?

He sat thereafter, looking at something his half wishes not to see but the other wishes to definitely know. Know if you were ever worth his attention.

Jimin closes all the gap between the both having your body completely paint his. His hands move a little lower, just a bit away from grabbing your ass. Your drunk self still hasn’t done processing yet and your cold hands stay still on his chest. Jimin inches closer to you lips breathing a hot sensation on them. You slightly flinch but soon lean on closer towards the random warmth. He is very satisfied with the result but that doesn't last longer. You were uncertainly sober and questionably functioning in no time. You looked into his eyes; rage and anxiousness fill up your soul.

He very much didn’t look anything like your husband and you very much did not appreciate some man holding you like this.

You immediately push his chest away but bounced right back to his. Before you could yell he held on to your your waist compact speaking the unwanted situation-

“Nice to meet you mi amor and I’m Jimin.-‘ His sweet caramel like voice invites itself to yours. ‘-We’re in a bit of a mission to see if your worthless husband would do something about me having you. Now, would you stop making a scene and cooperate-

You take a handful of his collar interrupting his excuse. Jimin wasn’t expecting such fierce from you but him being himself, definitely found that hot and it wasn’t helping.

His tongue rolled about his warm mouth checking your sloppy cleavage and you weren’t any oblivious to such actions anymore.

“Worthless as in you mister! Mind that language of yours and off with laying hands on me!”

You let go off his collar and clapped his hands away from you. He was surely hoping for the worst, as his hands slipped right back from behind.

'What kinda sick bastard was he?! Touching you like you’re were his damn property?!'

You were ready to throw hands but he had a point. A very convincing point that he oozes in your ears..

“Stoned as a rock…where is that worthy husband of yours now?”

Right. Where is Taehyung? Where was your husband? You had to show what would happen if he’d lay hands in front of your husband. He should be here for you..

Completely ignoring Jimin, you had started to move, looking for Taehyung, your dearly partner to beat him up, to save you from other hands, hoping for your very heroic experience!

But as soon as your eyes land on him, he diverts his sight-

Is he ignoring you?

You can see a tint of guilt through his posture and wavering eyes but why?

WHY!

Does he want to give you away? Does he not want you!? Did he not care about you? Did he set this all up? Does he not love you!? Is he not interested in this marriage? You feel dizzy once again as these thoughts set in.

“Honey, trust me. He doesn’t care but you know who does?- he spun you around holding you like before. More satisfied. More fun.

“I do.”

Jimin was sure he’d have you on his bed tonight. He was sure to tear you apart while your partner longed. you?

You were lost. Your mind is fogged. Completely unawakened of this stranger’s touch. Unbothered to what he had to say or do. It didn’t even matter to you anymore nor did you want it to affect you this much. Pain only grew to conclusions; Conclusions to concerns; Concerns to pain again.

This was a terrible cycle of feelings.

Your body swayed by his palms. The rhythm sounds nothing like the one you heard before. Your heart ached; thinking of all possibilities of loosing him. You are submitted. You can’t move on anymore. You want him. You needed him. You needed answers.

You loved Taehyung.

Your eyes perked up at the man before you. He looked like a glittery charm. Nothing matters now more than to get answers. You needed to know the reason for giving you such denial and pain. He was hurting you and he needed to know that.

You had to show him how much it fucking hurts.

Your pain ridden eyes had turn naughty and vengeance worthy. Your hands rode up his beige suit and rested on his shoulders. Jimin was very much excited about the happening or his gestured said otherwise. His hands rose up your waist still threatening to grab your ass. His palms rubbed up your spine from time to time, taking all his chances to touch any skin he could. There was no need for space.

His lips were likely to touch yours if you’d like to. He didn’t make you want him but you sure did have him want you bad.

It’s time. It’s time for you to feed Taehyung his kind of medicine and you were made up to it. There was no going back to the spot.

“I didn’t know he’d mean this less for you.. jus-just give me a word and I’ll serve you just right darlin-“ Jimin spoke and you reckon he was wayy ahead of your intentions. You let a promisingly seductive chuckle, caressing his left cheek. You could feel your husband’s eyes on you but it didn’t even matter if he would stab Jimin right now.

It’s too late.

“Who knows? Maybe you could just have it that way. Hmmm?” You purred. His hands held you further tightly and in control. He moved you around sniffing your neck wolfishly while you rather looked at your 'dear husband' and his fiery gaze. Your grin only grew wider.

Jimin looked into your eyes, noticing your absence of emotion to his touch. He spun you around in a swiftness looking by your sight.

Jimin simpered looking at the other face, only fueling the fire. Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near rage after he’s seen so much! To say he was raged would never be close enough; not after he’s seen his wife being rolled on by some man.

Especially, when his wife’s doing this just to get him mad.

What does she think?

That I’d believe she’s throwing herself on some man? That I’d think she’s trying to seem betraying? She’s mine. She shouldn’t.

Call me awful.

To notice pain in her eyes and to see if i could hurt her more. To acknowledge her suffering and ignore it for my trust.

But, it pleases me to know that she longs for my attention..

It feels amazing.

Something I’ve missed for years worth! To have these feeling hit me again!

To have her mourn for my love- To have her starving for my invitation! Call me anything and I would deserve it but it didn’t matter to me,

Only I’ve longed for love and attention and touch. Only I’ve wanted validation from people- you sure wouldn’t know how exciting this feels..

To have someone beg for you..

To see how much of any impact you’ve been having on them..

To see them suffer because of you..

It’s wonderful..

Her pathetic acts of acting like a whore doesn’t pay off well. I could see some man fuck her to pulp but I’d be sure he’d lay six feet below after I’ve done testing for myself.

It’s a matter of myself.

She makes me feel special like this. And I love it.

The days when I ran around for love, crawling under people.. Having myself stamped on; hoping at least then i would be wanted-

No more.

That’s no more. Mia’s no more. Suck those feelings cause I feel brand new now..

Like I own her soul- Like I could control her emotions and destroy it if I wished to. To know that I’m wanted. To know that she sits right where I put her. To know that I’m valued. To know that I’m loved. To know that I’ve got someone for me now. I won’t be alone when I cry now-i won’t ever have to chase after love now..

She’s here for me. And If my pleasure be it from hurting her…

….so be it

The feeling of feeling real again; I’m feeling real again…like the psycho she’s named me..feels good to be myself-

For all the things I’ve felt, something that I’m watching right now will never excuse her behavior. It pleases me to know but certainly don’t entertain some scoundrel pinching her curves and drinking off her wretched figure and an excuse of a dress!

It shames to me watch this disgusting view by myself and hold a grip. I’m definitely changing for one side but it boils my veins up to a treat! I can’t live without her petty presence at all but for once I’m trying to respect these many years of treatment and nursing. For once.

If she thinks letting some fucker touch her would make me want to beat him away and ruin her, she’s not wrong…

-except for soaking my hands with that fucker’s blood and then ripping her apart with a watching corpse.

Her eyes never left his. She swayed and swayed and swayed her body around some other body. He was clearly aggrieved. He was clearly burning but the point?

She wanted him to know what he’s doing to her but he’s only been growing like an useless weed.

What was the point of lending flesh to a stray dog when the child besides acts no remorse?

“Are you sure sweetheart? I’d have you see goodness sweetie..” the man almost begged into her ears. She simply ignored his offer and set to her husband.

Like she feared. Like she hated.

At the end of the day, to him was where she had to lay. Whether she likes it or not. It didn’t matter if he’d have loved her like she does cause this is tied..

It wasn’t like she wishes to go home to him..not after she’s learned that he doesn’t care about her or that he doesn’t necessarily love her, but because she has duties to do being his darned wife.

To take care of his diseased sick self. To give him what he only absolutely needs. Whatever it takes to only live that life of his and not to give more than intended.

The ride home was awful. Both the partners hating to be on the sides of each other, let alone presence. Your never mending pain and his fickle feelings.

He can no longer stay stable anymore; you once again look like the woman he loves.

His monstrosity hides underneath your gaze, your presence, your scent, your.. love?

His eyes blur over the blue hue as these thoughts hit him. Bones shivering to even look to his side-

You loved him, how could he…?

***

I feel woke.

Different from the horrible man I was moments ago..

Lights reflected her stinging eyes as she forces her sight outside.

Having her this close to me only makes me blamable. Seeing her vulnerable gives that stinging ache of hurt and guilt of betrayal..

she can’t be devoid of anything in this world! She’s an angel and no one hurts her..

I’m a terrible person. How could I think of hurting y/n? What was on my mind?! Am I insane? No! I’m changing! I need her! I’m no monster! I’m no monster that Mia said I was! I’m here for y/n…I love her! No! I’M NO LONGER A MANIAC!

I can’t impart to look at those agony filled eyes..

No.

Not when I am the soul serving reason! I don’t want to go back to the past years…I don’t want to be the bad guy for my love, for this most valued second chance but…

I don’t even get to deserve her…

she’d leave me…

What have I done?! WHAT HAVE I DONE!!?

The brakes screeched followed by mad pedestrians and drivers, horns start blasting here and there; annoyed at such irresponsible actions on a busy road. You looked at him with trembling hands which covered your head. His hands trembled themselves along with an abnormally breathing & acting Taehyung. His hands clutched the steering wheel tightly; anxiousness and fear were very evident. His eyes stood frozen. His body shivering under nothing..

You were bewildered by his actions and wouldn’t understand what was bothering him.

His sweat glistening along the random street rays and tears…? Was he crying? Your heart sank a bit looking at him. He looked unusual and terrified. His eyes looked over to yours,

unsettling you..

He was definitely nothing but scared. His lips fluttered, trembling with no control. Tear drops threatened to fall out his moist lids and this was something that you just couldn’t bear to watch or to try and understand. What’s he going through at all?

Wanting to be out of the scene, you got out the vehicle to secure the both and to peace the flaming background. You went by the driver seat and led him to the passenger seat. He was in no stage to drive; neither were you; you were mildly drunk but there is no other way. You parked by the side and switched off the steady car. You sat there in a moment of silence, wanting both of you to collect yourselves. You swore you could never understand Taehyung and his bearings. Looking by his side would only make you dwell into him. He looks devastated as hell and you were not ready to fall a mess.

You started the engine and not sooner, felt a cold fragile gentle touch on your wrist. You sat there in silence but you weren’t completely surprised when he broke down.

You reluctantly engulfed him in a slight hug while he scooted closer and cried floods of tears on your bosom. You were uncertain of what he wanted but worries of your own disrupt you. This was emotionally draining for both of you and it’s only growing into a defeat. You never knew what was wrong with him but a crying company makes you feel the same way. Your personal emotions and feelings brim up your shoulders; shuddering yourself with the sobbing man.

How much you wanted to tell him you loved him? To scream and yell all he’d done to hurt your feelings? To have him utter every damn detail on what was bothering him! To open up to you; at least considering you as his wife? To give you a chance to understand him? You would never force him to stay with you or to love you..

But why? Didn’t he know that? The same disgusting notions you wish to forget lingers around the small space.

He was no toy but a breathing man; doing too much by doing nothing, simply weighing himself on your figure. His smooth hair brushed your crook. The slight breeze spread through your collided warm bodies giving you a sense of comfort. His eyelids swell due to excessive crying also making your satin drenched and partly stained.

You caressed his hair hoping to calm the strained man only feeling bad and nothing to cross the limits. Tears left your eyes here and there but you care not to want to show your vulnerability to a man who wouldn’t even bother to care about it.

His hands held you closely to his own body, embracing you like a pillow. Embracing you like he cared. Neither of you exchanged words but the couple knew that they needed this. Your back rested on the window while he plopped his entire weight on top of you, sobbing like it didn’t seem to end.

At that moment everything felt right. For him to be in your arms and for you to hold him like you meant. He tries his best to muffle all the noises he makes but silent struggles leave you as you hold him close to you, very much knowing how poorly he hides it. The sight of seeing your most beloved drench into his own tears and anonymous despairs is awfully irritating your open wounds; making it bleed invisibly..

You feel his head engaging in movements as you immediately fixed your posture to get going but his hands grasp you down gently like the glaze of feathers. He simply made you weak but his weaker self laid you down like the heaviest burden that you no longer were interested in.

He made his way up to your eyes, badly wanting you to look at him and not somewhere else. To look at him like you always did. But once you did look into his eyes, the immense pain that filled both of your entirety felt as if you had a million things to say to each other but couldn’t bring yourself to tell it. You grew dumb and dumber; wishing to soon even be blind.

You chewed on your lips, not wanting to loose yourself and make a fool of yourself again. Your eyes welled up with tears replaced after tears. His mesmerizing ones stay put rather swollen weakly to look into your hesitating ones. His fingers touch your cheek as if your skin was something really delicate to be even be seen by and you look away from him as he’s intoxicating you until you felt like you wouldn’t feel yourself. His hands wandered about like breeze over your chin lifting it up. He was slowly cracking and shattering both of you- your heart could glide off your chest by the hassle he was giving you. Finally, unhurried, placing his palm on your profile he speaks,

“Y/n…please don’t ever leave m-me alone…

His voice sounding like he’d fragment any moment you uttered a simple ‘no’. Your long stored tears start flowing from your pitiful eyes, blurring the images you saw.

'You’ll never leave him…what was he saying..'

“…I’d have n-no one y/n…I’ve only got you..if y-you’d leave me, I would die the same-

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His face reddened with a stinging pain on his wet cheek.

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP TAEHYUNG SHUT UP”

Tears follow up on both your eyes but this chance, more on yours. You shook his collar vigorously finally getting to speak up for yourself-

“DID YOU THINK I’D SIMPLY GET RID OF YOUR LOWLIFE?! HUH??!MAYBE..maybe-

Your heart clenched to even state the reality. But he should know. Know that you now know.

Why must you have to suffer alone? Your voice decreases into a rabbit hole followed but your entire fucking sanity. Mouth growing hesitant and hurt even making the statement

“…maybe you don’t love me..i-

“W-Hat?! I’ve always loved you-

“SHUT UP! I’M TALKING SOMETHING! YEAH?!” You wailed at him. your voice trembling as you collect your helpless self..

You were practically yelling at his face which reminds you of what you’re doing. You let go off his collar and wipe your tears strenuously not thoughtful about even explaining it to him. What could possibly change? The fact that he’s lying? Pretending? The fact that he ever so easily rapped out words that never meant a thing?

No. There. There’s the answer.

You simply start the engine and move on with the life ahead of you. You haven’t exchanged any words nor did he.

When you expected the night to be a wonderful one, all it had to do was to disprove you.

To say you were guilty for slapping him would be an understatement. And to say you regretted telling anything would be an even greater understatement. You were a messed up shit and he was an even messier fuck.

The car was parked and the door besides you slammed shut.

He was gone.

Like always, he was gone. Gone without according what you required. Gone when you’d need him the most. What you’d at least expect he’d try to recognize you needed.

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Every other day went around like usual except, you only started feeling even awkward and even oddly affectionate towards Taehyung.

Feelings like a high school crush and ego like an aged women.

Small interactions were no more and living under the same roof with him was hellish. Everything would be nice if both you had just talked it over that night…everything would have been fine…

You were shamelessly desperate in love. Raising hands towards him made you feel condemned to your actions, bailing him out. He made you feel as if you had done everything wrong, as if you were the flaw. Seeing his face and feeling his warmth besides you felt extremely uncomfortable the way it shouldn’t; simultaneously, overlooking for the same.

Fearing he would never come back to you and cherish you like you dreamed he would. Get sick of his life with you and leave you as such. The more you over thought it, the more you despised yourself. He is a sick man for god’s sake! It kills you to acknowledge how you have portrayed yourself before rightly considering his issues.

He’s making you feel as if you didn’t deserve to even have feelings in the first place. To not have an opinion. To only look after him. To not even care about oneself. He’s making you feel like the terrible person you’re not..

All that you wanted to do was to apologize to the pious man that you’ve been thinking he is. To tell him that he didn’t ever deserve you. To fall beneath your desires and have them nonexistent.

To you, he was nothing but a child. A child you’ll have to pamper and give love to, but never expect to get from. To take care of, cause he still isn’t the grown man you’d expect him, to understand and know you.

You’ve never felt this awful. To be emotionally disturbed and physically drained. You are several times even convinced that you’re cursed to live ill fated with an innocent man. Or maybe he’s cursed to live with a inconsiderate witch like you…

He walks past you, ignoring your efforts. You look at the reoccurring plate of unattended breakfast you’ve managed to cook for him. A breathless sigh escapes your dry mouth as you slip the food in the garbage bin just like the days before. Once he’s left his attention for you, so did your appetite or anything else to cope with. A whole of your self would want to apologize to him over nothing but another whole stands stable on ego. You bluntly follow his tracks to the car so he could do his just assigned duty of dropping you off at your work place and nothing more.

His emotional manipulation was working better than intended and ‘sickness’ was the ultimate excuse. You sure didn’t know if he loves you or not but you are for sure tired of examining for answers. Right now it didn’t even mean if anything ever sprayed conclusions cause you’re made up to earn him. Leaving him would only kill you to go back to the same. As a simple human, compassion was immensely affecting you, falling in love deeper than ever.

His sickness, his weapon, executed what he needed absolutely well and more.

He knew he would do anything for you and if at all he’d only call it 'love'.

You wouldn’t leave his side and that’s the point made.

He wouldn’t look at you, he wouldn’t talk to you, he wouldn’t acknowledge your presence on purpose; Taehyung is toxic and your affections open new gates for him.

A new way to see things.

A new way to get things done the way, the only way, he’d want it to be done..

To be continued..

tags: @sinnertae @allorareverz

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years ago

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Do you think that EFPs may seem amoral at times?

To me, yes, because as an ENFP bursting with moral judgments and opinions, I judge the hell out of any selfish or mean behavior. ;) The “sins” of an EFP are usually being lost to the moment, self-absorbed, preoccupied with “me” and “what I want,” and steamrolling people. Fi decides what is moral and immoral based on what the Fi-user feels about it, so one ENFP might think stealing is morally reprehensible, and another might shoplift cuz they want to. So there are moral and moral EFPs, yes, but they make up their own moral rules, so they are often inconsistent in their ethics and personal judgments. You can’t predict what will bother or not bother them, based on what other evidence you have about them, because Fi is deciding what is right/wrong based on “my reaction to it,” and there’s no Ti at work to create a closed system of morality that is internally consistent. But that’s getting off the point of your ask.

Maybe cause their dominant function overshadows their aux-Fi. Maybe cause they neglect Fi development thus don’t seem to have morals, or view it as flexible depending of the situation. I used to consider ENFP as a possible type for me until I realized that my views or values have never been strong, even non-existent at times (though this may come from being Ne-dom 9 core) Of course some things are objectively wrong (every sane person would agree that murder is a terrible crime) but I find myself rationalizing amoral doings if they happen to be beneficial to you.

If you can rationalize away your morals, and you don’t seem to be able to pinpoint strong ones that are always present (and cannot be shut off – because a true Fi has things they absolutely will refuse to do, talk about, consider, or tolerate, regardless of being a 9 or not), you are quite possibly mistyped. ETPs are quite good at excusing “amoral” behavior because it benefits them in some way and it seems wrong not to take advantage of a situation – is that you? Lacking a sense of your own morals sometimes indicates TiFe (since ethics are coming from generalized morals outside you, as opposed to “this thing randomly just made me furious and I won’t have it”), rather than assuming you are in some sort of loop or a defective FP.

Being raised by two SFJs has made me really good at identifying them (they’re pretty easy to spot anyway) and has driven me nuts how emotional and judgemental they can be. Since morality is nothing sacred to me and I’m not openly emotional, they have called me cold and heartless (not that I really care about it) All this has made me think that an EFP won’t look like one as long as they’re not in touch with their Fi. They might not self-introspect thus don’t know what is sacred to them.

While it’s true that they may not introspect as much as they need to, ENFPs are still emotional in obvious ways to others, struggle at times to control their feelings, and automatically think in emotional terms, all tied to how they want to be treated by others (eg: I’m not gonna push you to change who you are, cuz I don’t want people to pressure me to be not myself!). Being an ENFP myself I can tell you that it’s a really weird blend of being permissive and open-minded, and super judgmental about everything I do not like, to the point where I’d happily banish it from existence. You will never get me to do anything that I do not want to do, or feel is true to who I am. It’s hard to define my ethics, because they are impressionistic – I just randomly know that this or that decision is not for me, that I don’t like this, that I don’t care about that. I will expose myself to things deliberately to find out what my real reaction is (rather than a hypothetical one). (EG, does watching a rape scene in a movie bother me? Well, let’s sit down and watch one and find out! Does it bother me to listen to someone talk that I think is a terrible human being? Lets find out!)

ENFPs who don’t look like themselves are looping into Te – they are rigid, inflexible, and driven to get things done, manic about work, and accomplishment, rude and inconsiderate of others’ feelings. Super Ne heavy ENFPs are so open minded they float around, being totally inconsistent all the time, driven by their impulses, and never finishing what they start.

Though I find fictional EFPs delightful I tend to get sick of how inflexible they can be. I get it if they have a hard time compromising their values, but holding on to them when is detrimental seems irrational and stupid. While I tend to get ETPs very well since they don’t tend to make a big deal about what’s morally right or wrong.

Why aren’t you considering ETP, since you don’t understand or like the moral drive that motivates feelers? It’s the simpler, more obvious explanation than “well, I’m broken for some reason,” right? :)

#question #mbti #enfp

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taebear0801 · 4 years ago

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Stray Kids Reaction to getting caught by a member in the act.

Warning ⚠️: this is smut also I am going to include Jeongin because he’s already turned 19 (he turned 19 in February).

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Bang Chan

He’s a busy guy and maintaining a relationship with you is hard. So when you guys get free time together it’s honestly such a blessing. Today was that day. You came over midday to bring some lunch for the boys who were hard at practise. And after a while, some of them decided to go to the arcade and the others stayed in the studio. So Chan took this opportunity to steal you away to spend some time together.

You guys were just enjoying each other’s presence while watching some tv and just talking but one kiss led to another and you were being carried by Chan to his bed whilst sucking on his soft skin.

“Babygirl, remember no marks, I still have promotions.”

“Well then I guess you will need to punish me” you whisper while looking at a red patch on his neck that is already turning darker.

Chan then lowers himself and positioned him between yours legs. Teasingly, he peels off your panties and the cold air hitting your wetness makes your moan.

“Please Chan. Do something.”

He beings to eat you out. He sucks and nips at your clit enjoying the way you squirm and whimper under him. But a couple minutes into this.

“Changbin messed up the wires in the studio-“ Jisung bursts in. “.. again”. He’s wide-eyed at the sight. Your naked form arching and responsive to Chans touch. His face buried in-between your legs with his strong arms pinning down your hips. Chan looks up threatening and Jisung takes his leave out the door.

“You ok y/n?” Chan asked with a sigh and he would not continue. Chan always forgets about his job and stress during intimacy and Jisung bursting in would ruin the mood for him. He would help you get dressed before helping Jisung and Changbin with the wires. Of course he would talk to Jisung about what he saw and would make sure he locks the door next time.

Lee Minho

You were in Minho’s shared room and the boys left to give you guys some well-deserved privacy. You are sitting on his lap and hungrily kissing each other. With the TV still on and too preoccupied with each other, you guys did not realise that Felix and Jeongin didn’t get the memo and kept playing video games in their rooms.

“I want you so bad” Minho says whilst nipping at your collarbone.

You tug at his shirt and he quickly complies. His hands also roam your naked half and now fighting for dominance you kick off your jeans and peel off his sweat pants.

“I finally have you all to myself” you say whilst he flips you under him. His heart flips when he hears your possessiveness. He pushes a finger in and relishes in your responsiveness to his touch.

“So fucking tight. Has it really been that long?”

“Please” He smiles and grabs a condom from the night stand. You feel him teasing your entrance before slowly pushing in. Both moaning at the closeness.

“Hold on baby” he warnes and before you realise it he’s pounding into you and your legs try to hold on to his hips. He rests your left leg on his shoulder and maintains his fast speed. Your moans are partially drowned out by the TV but Jeongin and Felix are concerned, thinking maybe you were crying. So they burst in without knocking and panic at the sight of your fucked out face and Minho pounding your body.

“Get the fuck out” Minho growls whilst buried in you and pulling the blanket on your form to protect you from their view. The boys gulp and run out the dorm, traumatised.

You were dazed from being fucked so you don’t fully comprehend what happened but Minho would continue fucking and probably be glad when he hears the boys slamming the front door. He would be salty like very upset because he thought that they definitely heard you and thought they wanted to see you guys fuck. He would not buy the excuses and you would need to reassure him.

Seo Changbin

It is 10pm and you and changbin are alone in the recording studio. You were sitting on the couch and on your phone waiting for changbin to finish so you guys can go back to the dorm. You love changbin with all your heart but he can be so stubborn.

“Just leave it overnight so you can get some new ideas tomorrow.” You try to convince him.

“But this isn’t perfect.” His frustration apparent.

You go over to him and start kissing his neck.

“Baby. Is you rest now you will think better later” he always listened to your advice and it was probably something the boys loved you for. He turns around and pulls you on his lap.

“I’m sorry for neglecting you baby” he whispered.

“You’re not though.” Reassuring him.

Your light grinding turns him on and before you know it, you feel him poking your inner thigh.

His chair was very expensive so he didn’t really want to get it dirty. So he carries you to the couch you were just on and position you on top of him.

“Ride me Jagi, I know you want it.” The thrill of fucking in the studio was always something you wanted to do. Him focusing on music producing was so attractive in your eyes.

Both of you are still clothed, because you can’t be fucked to get dressed after. So you take off your panties and push your skirt up whilst he pushes down his sweat pants to expose his member standing straight up.

You’re on birth control so it’s not your first time doing it raw. You line up your entrance and sink down deliciously down on his member. He throws his head back at your tight wet walls and let you bounce on him. His hand rests on your hips and guide your movements whilst trusting up.

Chan walks down the hallway of the studio intending to tell Changbin to take a break and go back to the dorm. But he walks in out you riding him and he is fed up. Poor Chan just wanted you guys to rest and he is low-key disjusted.

You and Changbin were embarrassed. You buried your head in his neck and sit there with his hardness still in you. You guys end up stopping but your blow him so that he can relieve himself and you guys would sneak back into the dorm and ignoring the disappointment from Chan.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin comes over to your shared apartment at around 4pm after his training on Friday. They just finished promotions and JYP gave them the weekend off to just chill. So Hyunjin takes this opportunity to spend the night at your apartment which is only around 20 minutes away from their dorm. So Hyunjin picks up some snacks at the store and you prep the movie and game night.

Its around 5 and Hyunjin realises he forgot his phone charger. He texts Seungmin and asks if they could deliver it to him when they go out to eat tonight. Seungmin texts back that they will go out to a resturant near your apartment soon but it quickly slips his mind when you start blowing Hyunjin on the couch.

Your warm mouth wrap around him and slowly bob your head. Hyunjin fed up by this takes control.

“So this is how you want to play Jagi” He flips you on your hands and knees and pulls down your sweat pants.

“Take off your shirt” hyunjin growls and you quickly take off his shirt you were wearing.

“No bra? My baby was ready for me”.

“Please fuck me”

He is stark naked and rips the condom wrapper with his teeth before rolling it on. Hyunjin gropes your ass and teasingly stroking your lips. Groaning out of frustration Hyunjin takes the hint and thrusts his length in fully. It takes you time to adjust but Hyunjin begins movement quickly. Your hands are fisting the couch but the fabric keeps slipping so you end up strugglingly to take the pleasure.

However, the jingling from the spare key Hyunjin gave Chan unlocks the front door and Seungmin enters with Hyunjin’s phone charger. The sight makes seungmin scream which catches hyunjins attention and he shields your vulnerability from Seungmin. But seung already dropped the charger and quickly exited.

Hyunjin would want to continue fucking you but would make sure you were confortable and would be glad that it was only Seungmin that caught him because he wouldn’t tell the other members.

Han Jisung

Jisung was practising his dance in the dance studio and you would visit him and watch him dance while he messes around. This time he would want you to dance with him and hold your waist as you guys joked around.

“Baby lets pretend like we are rich!” And so he would hold your waist and ballroom dance. But the close proximity would have both of you guys flustered.

You were pressed against him and his lips attaching on your neck. Your moan hungers him more and so you end up turning around and pressing your lips against him. Both of you fight for dominance and you win briefly scoring your tongue to roam his mouth but when you break away slightly, his tongue starts dominating your mouth. His hard on is pressed against your stomach so you break away and lower yourself whilst staring right at him. You knew he had a thing for you on your knees so you look this time to slowly untangle the straps to his sweatpants and free his member.

You take it into your soft hands and start tracing his veins. Jisung is a mess and he feels like his knees are going to fail him anytime. You start with kitten licks on his tip whilst stroking his base. This frustrates him because he knows from experience that you’re going to drag him out. So when you wrap your lips around him, he takes control and pushes himself in, resting his hands on the back of your head.

“I know you can take me like a good girl.”

And with that you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat roughly. Changbin enters the dance room bored without thinking about knocking and is disgusted at the sight. Jisung scrambles to pull his pants up and you standup and brush yourself. But Changbin closes the door and like chan just wants to erase that memory.

Jisung would be hysterical because he would be sooo embarrassed that his hyung saw this side of him and would not continue and would take sometime for sex to return to normal.

Lee Felix

Felix is a little weird. He’s shy but confident at the same time. So when you guys are playing games in the living room of the dorm at 4am and the other boys are in deep sleep it was a risky situation to fuck.

But that was the exact situation you were in. Felix kissing your jaw whilst fondling your breasts in his small hands. He is topless whilst you’re naked and he positions you on top of him. You’re confused by this because he still has his shorts on.

“Ride my thigh.” You begin to rock your body back and form and his hands are focused on your breasts. He enjoyed seeing how affected you were when he pinched your nipple or flexed his thigh.

But what he enjoyed most was when he edged you.

As you feel your orgasm creep up and Felix knows, he notices the way your legs twitch and close and how your hands grip onto anything you could. So Felix lifts you up and flips you on your back. Whilst he pulls down his shorts and rolls on your condom.

“I was so close why did you stop me” you whisper loudly angry and with tears in your eyes.

“To prepare you for this” Felix answers and he thrusts his wrapped member around you.

You bit your hand to prevent screaming and he maintains a slow and steady pace. It’s slow enough for you to beg for more but fast enough to feel the pleasure.

Except as you feel like you were about to come, Hyunjin walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. He doesn’t hear you and you don’t hear him but when he walks into the living room to see how you were still awake. But poor boy almost drops his water as he walks in on you guys. You see him first because Felix’s back is to him. But you yell out and pull the blanket over you guys. Hyunjin would kind of just stand there and swear at you guys.

“Why the Fuck would you do this not the couch. We live here and use this couch.” Hyunjin would yell. Felix wouldn’t respond and just wrap both of you up.

“Go back to bed” Felix would angrily exclaim. Felix would be too shy to continue and would try to sleep it off.

Kim Seungmin

You are over at the dorm with Seungmin with the other boys still in the dorm. You guys have never had an issue with the boys because they always respected your time with Seungmin. You guys have had sex in the dorm with the boys before and they have never found out. Today was even better because Chan, Changbin, Jisung and hyunjin and Felix were in the studio working on a rap. So there weren’t many boys to disrupt you guys.

At first you were listening to Seungmin’s struggles with the new comeback and how stressed and empty he has been feeling recently.

“You are enough Seungmin. You always have been” you tell him to his face as you both sit on the bed. Seungmin feels his heart melting at your words. He always felt safe and happy with you.

“Thank you Jagi. I really needed that” You peck his lips softly and Seungmin grabs your face with his hands and returns with a deeper kiss. The kiss intensifies and he lays on top of you.The sensual feeling of his hands roaming your body and worshipping you like a doll had you so needy.

“Seungmin” you gasp rather loudly. He looks up and smiles at your fucked out expression. He prefers cute and caring girls but accompanying that he also has a corruption kink. So you being so pure usually but also being so needy in that moment gets him hard.

He teasingly strips you down naked and enjoy the sight of your needy expression. You sit up to kiss him and tug at his shirt and he takes it off. You run you hand down his v-line admiring his body. When seungmin takes off his pants, you position yourself on top and seung grabs a condom. You take the condom and put it on his member for him. Doing so drove him absolutely crazy.

“Use me Jagi” seungmin whispered. And without another second you line yourself but the moment you sink down on his dick. Minho bursts in-

“Have you seen Soonie? The orange one..” He stops when he looks at both of your naked forms. Seungmin quickly grabs the blanket to cover you but Minho spots soonie in the corner.

“I can’t believe my cat saw you fucking. You guys are disgusting” he would say jokingly but also dying on the inside from the sight he saw. Seungmin you probably put on a movie and snuggle with you to get both your mind off it and might laugh if off.

Yang Jeongin

You just got back to the dorm from shopping with Jeongin. Today was a free day and all the others went out either shopping or eating or playing. So when you guys got back to an empty dorm after you both teased each other in public, Jeongin would pounce on you. You guys would be kissing hungrily before he pushed you on to the bed.

“You thought you could be a fucking tease today and get away with it” he growled. And takes off your bra.

“So now you’re silent.” He laughs.

You decided to be more of a brat, “then show me.” And you wrestle his shirt off before licking a strip up his abs. Pushing you on the bed he removes your skirt and roughly pushes 2 fingers in.

“So wet baby. Did I do this” you nod finally succumbing to obedience. He fingers you to the point where his other hand had to press your stomach down to continue fingering you. You feel your orgasm crash over you. Your legs shaking and your hair messed around his pillow whilst you pant. Cheeks flushed, Jeongin would be so needy to fuck you roughly.He rolls on a condom whilst you calm down.

“You ok for my to continue” Jeongin asks still willing to show his soft side to you.

After you give your affirmative, he thrusts into you with your legs still shaking from that orgasm. Jeongin knows that you’re over stimulated and he loves how tight you are. As your nails dig into his shoulders to try to stop your body bouncing at every rough and fast thrust. Jeongin looks at your exposed neck and lightly wraps around your neck. This makes you moan louder and Jeongin would smirk at this.

“What a dirty girl, you’re tighter after I choked you”

“Im not” you say back.

But what you guys don’t know is that Cham came back with Jisung after grocery shopping. And they hear bed sqeaking and realise that it was jeongin and you.

“Should we-“ Jisung asked.

“Nah lets just pretend we didn’t hear this” and would leave the dorm with the bags and wait in the car. Poor Jisung.

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themadlostgirl · 4 years ago

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When It’s Cold (8)

*Felix has always been a fast learner. wink wink nudge nudge

Come indulge in the smut you nasties! Yes I know I wrote it so I am the originator of the nasty but we’re not gonna dwell on that. Smut ahead!*

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Morning broke with soft light streaming in through the windows and the melodious songs of bluejays and chickadees chirping happily. The warm covers of the bed were pulled up to my chin and next to me was Felix still fast asleep. I took the moment to look at his face and how peaceful it was when he slept.

I’m glad I sucked up my courage and came to his door last night. My bed alone had been so lonesome. I didn’t want to come off as clingy but then he opened the door and invited me in to sleep with him. He wanted me next to him just as much as I did. I hope that this can become a regular thing. I rather like waking up with him.

I traced the scar across his face and his eyes fluttered open. He gave me a lazy smile before pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my nose. “G’morning,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Morning,” I giggled at the affectionate gesture, “Sleep well?”

“Very well,” He yawned, “Makes me not want to get out of bed.”

“Well we can certainly do that. Not like we have any obligations.”

“Kinda hungry though. Wish I didn’t have to go all the way downstairs to have something to eat.”

A spark of heat curled inside me when his gaze flickered over my face. Memories from yesterday flashing in my head. Words he had said echoing back to me.

I knew you would taste good too.

Nope! It is too early for this!

Stop hiding, if you can’t take it when I lick you off my fingers how are you going to handle when I have my head between your legs drinking it up straight from the source?

I pressed my legs together in an ineffectual effort to stave off the ache that was starting to grow. I had overreacted a tad yesterday when Felix had said that to me. I would not say that the thought had not come to me when I was alone in my room fighting off the loneliness of my bed. To hear him say it though had thoroughly flustered me. How was I supposed to react to such a blunt statement?

Perhaps I should have said, “Yes, please, for the love of every deity do that right now! Let us spend all day in bed doing nothing but slating each other's urges until neither of us can breathe let alone walk.”

“Darling?” Felix said and I realized that he had been trying to capture my attention for a while, “Morning fog not lifted from your head yet?”

“Apparently not,” I laughed off my real thoughts, “What were you saying?”

“I’m gonna go make breakfast. Do you want anything?” He asked.

“Oh no. I’ll be fine with just some cereal.”

“Okay,” He pushed back the covers of the bed and got up. I watched from the bed as he stretched and made his way out of the room.

My body was still twisted tightly with needs. I tried to hide away from them under the covers but it was no help. The bed reeked of Felix’s scent. I groaned back in my throat. Fantasies of Felix taking me in this big bed flitting about in my head. Being completely consumed by his presence. His body, his heat, the noises he makes, the feel of his--

“AGH!” I screeched into the pillow. I either need to cool down or get that boy back in this bed. There’s no other option.

I went to his bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face before meeting Felix downstairs in the kitchen. He had already set out a bowl and spoon for me for my cereal. I smiled at the gesture and grabbed the cereal and milk. Felix sat across from me flipping through one of his cookbooks. No doubt thinking of more dinner ideas.

I couldn’t stop staring at him. My mind wandering away from me as more lecherous thoughts befell me. All he was doing was eating some toast. It was hardly interesting yet when his tongue flicked out of his mouth to catch some jelly at the corner of his mouth my toes curled.

My own tongue crept out of my mouth to wet my lips. Felix looked up and I almost fell back off my chair at having been caught gawking. Get a hold of yourself! I stabbed my spoon into my now soggy bowl of cereal. I finished about half of it before I decided it was a lost cause and dumped out the rest. I need to get some space between Felix and I before I combust.

“I’m gonna do some laundry.” I announced, “I’ve been neglecting it so I may be a while.”

“No trouble. I’ll be up here.” Felix said.

I nodded and grabbed the basket from the basement then went to our rooms to collect the dirty laundry. I was rushing to get to the privacy of the basement where the washer and dryer resided. I was hardly breathing easier now that I was alone. It felt like there was a coil tightening inside me just waiting to be sprung.

Don’t think about it. Just do the laundry.

I started chucking clothes into the washer not really paying much attention to what I was grabbing. I held up a pair of pajama pants and froze when I realized that these were the ones that got dirtied yesterday. The cum stain still on the thigh.

“Fuck!” I hissed before chucking them in the washer as well. I slammed the lid down.

I can’t function like this. I’m too wound up and turned on. I need to do something to relieve the ache and set my mind right. I checked to make sure the basement door was closed before sliding my pants and underwear off. I hopped on top of the washer.

My eyes slid closed as I touched all my favorite places. I let the memories of yesterday and the fantasies I wanted to guide me along. My body was especially sensitive and I was close to cumming in a matter of minutes. I covered my mouth with my other hand so my moans couldn’t be so easily heard.

“Don’t bother stifling yourself, darling.”

I literally screamed at the sudden voice. Felix was standing on the steps. I couldn’t see his expression but I knew one thing was clear. He had caught me masturbating. Considering what we did yesterday I feel like I shouldn’t be so concerned about him seeing me like this but it almost felt like an intrusion. This had been my private moment and he waltzed right into it. My cheeks burned and I pulled at my shirt trying in vain to cover my exposed lower half.

“I was just--” I stammered.

“You don’t need to justify yourself to me. It’s not like it’s a bad thing to take care of yourself when you need to.” Felix said. He started coming closer and I froze. “That being said, if you were so damn horny, little girl, why didn't you just come to me? I would have been more than happy to help alleviate you.”

I couldn’t find anything to say. Things I wanted to say and things I feared expressing whirling around my brain like a hurricane.

“Perhaps,” Felix said, his tone softer than before, “I misread the situation. You prefer to take care of this on your own and I should have quietly excused myself when I saw you. Apologies.”

He turned to leave. I jumped off the washer and grabbed his arm. “Wait!” My heart was hammering painfully hard in my chest. “I did want to come to you but I--but I--”

“Yes?” Felix asked, turning to study me.

“I was nervous to ask you. You haven’t seemed to show any urgent interest in being intimate with me again so I never asked. I want to do more but you...I didn’t want to pressure you into something you didn’t desire.”

“Didn’t desire?” Felix grabbed me and pulled me flush against him. Something hard poked against me and heat flooded my body once more. “It seems my words were not explicit enough yesterday so let me make this clear now. I desire you. I want you. Every damn second of the day I want you.”

A small whine pressed past my sealed lips. “I never let on about how much I want you because I said I would go at your pace. Whatever you wish of me, I will give you. Understand?”

“Oh…” I finally found my tongue, “That’s uh, that’s great.”

“Just great huh?” He brought the hand that I had pleasured myself with up to his face. Fingers still wet with arousal. He sucked the juices clean from my fingers one at a time. Hooded eyes watched me the entire time. “You have me at your disposal, darling. Is there anything that you wish for me to do for you?”

“The other day when you spoke of um,” I swallowed back the embarrassment. It’s just us here. There’s nothing to feel embarrassed over. “You said that thing about your head between my legs...did you still want to do that?”

His grin cracked his face in two. “I’d certainly like to try.”

I nodded for him to go ahead. He grabbed me and hoisted me back on top of the washing machine. He pressed close to me capturing my lips in a ravenous kiss. His hands were in direct contrast to his mouth. He kissed me with a hunger that bordered on desperate but his hands were gentle. Caressing my torso and holding face so carefully while he ravaged my mouth.

His mouth trailed hot and wet down my neck. He sucked hard on my pulse and hands pressed my hips towards him. His clothed erection rubbed against my naked slit and I moaned into the air. “Felix…”

“Believe me now?” Felix asked, his words hot in my ear. “Believe that I always want you.” He thrusted hard against me and I swore. More. I needed more.

“Yes,” I whimpered, “Please, Felix, please it feels so good.”

“What do you want?” He thrust again and I scratched my fingernails along his back. He groaned into my neck. “Tell me what you want, little girl.”

“You. I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” His gaze met mine with that dumb teasing smile of his. I cannot believe that he has the gall to tease me like this right now. He laughed at my soured expression and caressed my legs up and down. “If you don’t tell me what you want then how am I to know?”

“I told you what I want already.” My legs started tingling and every time his hands hiked higher on my thighs the wetness between them grew.

“Not explicitly and I want to make sure that I give my girl exactly what she wants.”

“Your girl,” I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, “Wants you to stop teasing her so.”

“I’m not teasing,” he ran his hands under my shirt to fondle my breasts. “I’m simply waiting for a reply.”

“Felix!”

“I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips, darling, but that’s still not an answer.” He hiked my shirt up and pulled it off. His head dipped down to kiss at my breasts. He bit and sucked on the supple skin leaving tiny bruises in his wake. “I don’t want to tease you but if I do not receive an answer I’m afraid that’s all I’ll be able to do.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much of a jerk you can be when you want to?” I snapped, trying to keep some composure. His hips still kept a gentle grind against me so I couldn’t think straight.

“Maybe once or twice.” One of his hands trailed down my stomach and rubbed softly on my clit. I yelped at the sudden sensation. “Just tell me what you want. It can’t be that hard, can it?”

There was no other way to get what I wanted without asking for it. And here I thought that he wouldn’t be so damn cocky about it. My pleasure was steadily building but it was a light simmer that kept me wanting without making promises of giving me release.

“Felix,” I whispered, “I want you to put your mouth on me. I want you to devour my cunt and make me cum.”

“As you wish,” He kissed me hotly one more time before slowly dropping down to a knee in front of me. He peppered kisses along my inner thighs, occasionally stopping to suck and bite at them until he was facing my cunt directly. I looked straight ahead so I wasn’t witnessing him stare at my dripping core with those glazed eyes. I could feel his breath puff against me and I whined wishing he would just touch me already and rid my body of the anxious anticipation.

"Darling,” Felix's voice shook me and I made a noncommittal noise of response. “You should know that while I have envisioned this numerous times before I have no idea what I am doing.”

“Huh?” I looked down at him between my legs and saw him watching me with the same intensity he had when I was guiding him along my body for the first time yesterday.

His face was bright red, even his ears burned. It made me feel better knowing he was just as nervous, if not more nervous than me about this. Excited but still cautious. “Sooooo, I'm just gonna go with god and hopefully this is enjoyable."

“I have no doubt you’ll make me feel amazing,” I wove my fingers through one of the hands on my thigh. “And if for some reason you don’t then that just means you can keep practicing.”

“I adore you.” He squeezed my hand back. Our hands stayed interlocked as he drew his attention downward once more. “And you’re all mine.”

I barely made out what he said before he dove in to devour me as promised. I squeaked and almost squirmed away but Felix kept me tethered, squeezing my hand in reassurance. The flat of his tongue licking a stripe up my cunt. He moaned against me and the vibrations sent a new flood of arousal pooling out of me that Felix happily lapped up.

God this was such a strange sensation but it felt so good. My free hand wove into his hair and he groaned again. I was going to get addicted to this I know it.

Stars danced before my eyes as he drew his attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue tracing patterns around it that had me blubbering praises and made me grip his hair tighter. “Fuck, Felix! Feels so good! Feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it baby,” he muttered as he pulled away to breathe, “You taste divine. I could die happy with my head between your legs.”

“Not before you make me cum like you promised.” I said. His eyes met mine, that rakish grin of his glistened with my arousal on his lips.

“Of course, darling,” He kept his eyes locked with mine as he attached his mouth back to my cunt. I couldn’t look away now. Not when his eyes bore into me like they did. The fact that he was watching me as he ate me out had me spiraling farther from sanity.

His free hand joined his mouth, running his fingers up and down my slit like a tease while he sucked hard on my clit. My legs were shaking and I didn’t know if I was trying to push myself closer and farther away. A single fingered entered me and I gripped his hair harder, pushing him ever closer as that single long finger pumped inside me at a pace that was incredibly slow compared to the quick swipes he assaulted my clit with.

A second finger joined the first, scissoring and curling inside my cunt to stretch it open. “Yes, oh god, yes!” My hips started to grind down against his face, chasing the orgasm I was building towards faster. “Faster! Please Felix go faster!”

He grunted and started pumping his fingers faster. He gave a playful experimental nibble to my clit and I yelped. He started to pull away before I forced his head to keep put. “Do that again! Please do that again!” I begged.

He set back to his task switching from nibbling to sucking to tracing patterns across my clit as his fingers continued to fuck my pussy. I was losing any coherency, my words a blubbering whimpering mess of praises, pleas and Felix’s name. All the while Felix kept his eyes trained on me. The only thing keeping me tethered to reality being his grip on my hand.

“Felix,” I moaned, “Felix, I’m gonna--fuck--fuck I’m gonna cum!”

With that he sucked even harder on my poor abused clit. My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. Felix’s name the only thing I could say as the shockwaves of the experience continued to roll through me. Felix wasn’t letting up any either. He kept fingering me and licking my sensitive cunt until I was driven into another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first but nonetheless electrifying.

My grip on Felix eased as any energy I had slowly seeped out my body. Felix finally pulled away with a self satisfied smile. He licked what was left of my arousal off his fingers before looking me over. I can only imagine the image I presented. Naked, flushed, legs weak, and my arousal still leaking onto the top of the washing machine.

“Still with me, darling?” Felix asked, gently caressing my face.

“Yeah…” I whispered. Even my voice was hoarse. “Thank you, that felt amazing.”

“Glad to hear it.” He kissed me. I moaned slightly at the taste of me on his tongue. “I hope now you understand that you don’t need to suffer in silence if you get like this again. Whenever you will have me, darling, you can.”

“Care to help a girl back upstairs?” I asked, sheepishly. “My legs feel about as weak as pudding right now.”

“Come here,” He grabbed my shirt from the floor and slid it back on me. I was able to keep my wits together enough to slide on my own panties and sweatpants again. My legs were plenty wobbly once I jumped off the washing machine. Felix kept an arm around me as he walked me back upstairs to my room.

He turned to go and I grabbed his arm to halt him. “Need something?” He asked.

“Can we sleep in the same bed again tonight?” I asked. “I just really like falling asleep with you and waking up next to you so…”

“Of course, darling,” He smiled softly, “You’re always more than welcome in my bed. To sleep or to play.”

“And I hope you know that the offer you made me about being there to sate my needs also applies to you.” I told him, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you were left wanting after our fun downstairs.”

“Rest assured,” he inched his face closer so we were a breath away, “I’ll be sure to let you know when I want your attention, little girl.”

“Not now?”

“So eager to please me?”

“And if I am?”

“Then I am more fortunate than I thought.” He placed a kiss to my cheek before turning me around and pushing me towards the bathroom. “Clean yourself up and come downstairs. It’s my turn to choose the movie today.”

I nodded and scurried into the bathroom. My heart full and my body still abuzz with pleasure. I could get used to this sort of treatment every day.

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joshslater · 4 years ago

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Grimsby pt. 7

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I was speechless and touched. I was too exhausted to figure out what this meant though. Did he expect something from me now? Before I could gather myself Jace picked up his bag and started walking towards the exit.

- We should of a pint.

I wasn’t audibly breathing heavily any longer, but I could feel I was still pretty wound up. Flush, sweaty, and definitely thirsty after this shock introduction to the gentlemen’s art of self-defense. I felt a pint was too far away and I needed to drink right now, so I stood up and started to walk towards the drinking faucet. “You’ll regret it,” Jace remarked, barely looking my way. He was half right. The water tasted of metal pipes, but it felt good to splash my face with cold water and cool it down. There were empty holders of a mirror pane mounted on the well. At some point the mirror must have cracked and never been replaced. I wondered how I looked after such a beating. I cupped my hands and brought water up to dump in my hair, and was quickly reminded of how little of it I had left. I could feel trickles down my shaved sides and neck. The sound of the door closing made me realize Jace wasn’t waiting, so I rushed out of the locker room, out through the main doors, and caught up with him slowly walking back the way we came.

It didn’t take long until he deviated from the path we followed to the club. I had no idea where we were, or really where he was taking me, but it was obviously a route as well optimized as the path we took going here. Mostly road, but a few shortcuts through people’s back yards. It looked kind of familiar, but I’ve only walked around these blocks very tired, hangover, drunk and/or high. Now I could add beaten up and exhausted to that list. As we rounded a corner I saw a painted sign hanging out from the building, stating “Fawn’s Head”. I'd seen that pub at some point earlier in the week, but never been near it.

For some reason it looked deserted on the empty street, not that you could really tell about a pub with its door closed. Looks were deceiving, sure enough, because there were quite a few people scattered around inside the pub. It was decidedly not a high-brow clientele. Everywhere I looked I saw track tops, worker's high-viz clothes, and quite a few paint-spattered sweatshirts. I recognized some people from yesterday evening, though not by name. A few people glanced our way, garnering no interest.

I followed Jace over to the barman and witnessed a play in gestures. The barman gave Jace a nod. Jace gave him a nod. Then he nodded sideways towards me. Then the barman poured two lager, and placed them in front of us. Jace was clearly a regular, though I wasn’t even sure he was 18 yet. Without a word we grabbed our beers and started to empty the glass. It was the best-tasting beer I’ve had all week. Not because of the beer, but because this was the end of a hard day at the end of a hard week. Whatever part of my body didn’t hurt after hauling ice and fish, Jace had made tender, either directly by knocking me out, or with the bag punching exercises. But this was the end of...

- HEY!

Jace had turned towards the room and shouted at the top of his lungs. It instantly became dead silent.

- Is Chayse innit!

Everyone shifted their eyes onto me. What the hell was Jace doing?

- Fuck with him, fuck with me!

There was a second of tense silence in the room. I didn’t dare breathe.

- On me. Cheers!

The room erupted in loud cheers, followed by an explosion of chatter. Some guy in blue carpenter trousers and a blue sweatshirt, both splattered with hundreds of tiny white dots of paint, jumped up from his seat and grabbed the first of the new beers. As he was turning to get back to his table, he stopped as if he realized he should pay for the beer somehow, and slapped my sore shoulder.

- Connor’s the name. Why don’t you lad join our table for a wee bit?

Before I could even agree to that, he started shoving me in the direction towards the table. I pulled an extra chair and sat down with his crew of builders. Conner, Kieran, Tommy, and Callum. To my surprise their work stories about bad shoes, early mornings, lunch places, all felt relevant to me, and I had a few insights that fit into the conversation. Once I’ve emptied my beer I excused myself for a smoke, but Callum got up and told me to follow him. We walked out on the back and there was a large smokers patio with two groups in either end talking. Callum brought me to one of the groups and the others there greeted me and introduced themselves.

It turned out that none of them actually knew Jace, but they had seen him around. They themselves didn’t know each other that well either. They usually sat with their pals and then just came together outside for a smoke. As they started to move back inside, a tall, hard-looking guy from the other group walked across the patio.

- Hey come here!

He was shaved bald, wore shiny, black Puma clothes with red zippers and details, and a pair of black Dr. Martens. He clearly worked out, but even if he hadn’t his height alone was intimidating. It didn’t sound like a request either. Callum got the hint and quickly stubbed out his fag.

- See you around. - Yeah.

While he returned inside the pub the shaved guy motioned with his shiny head towards the other two who silently smoked at the other end. They looked every bit as tough as this guy. A bit older but just as muscled, one with buzzed heads and tracksuits, the other with a mohawk, adidas top, and dark blue adidas joggers. As I started to walk towards them, the shaved guy walked behind me, like he was herding me. Dammit, I’m also shaved, although not completely. I must stop thinking of myself as looking so different than them. Anyone who stumbled out into the patio would assume we four were a group. As I stopped he pushed me in the back to force me uncomfortably close to the other two. The older of the two, standing just in my face, made a deep drag, and blew a cloud of smoke in my face. I’m sure it was intended as disrespectful and intimidating, but it took all my self-discipline to not inhale it, even though I had just finished a smoke myself. He gave me a nod and spoke.

- Jace new runner innit. - I don’t know wh... - Shut the fuck.

I could feel the color draining from my face. Apparently there was a reason why they all left me alone outside with these guys. He continued.

- I don’t give a fuck what you do, but stay out of our business. If you see any of us you do as you’re told. Got it? - Yes. - Good. Now lick my balls. - What? - You heard me mate.

A wave of fatigue washed over me. I had been shaved and punched and drugged and so much more. Everything was unreal. This was not me, this was not my life. It’s just that with a pint in my hand and nice people around I slipped and forgot. Like an emotionally drained whore on her tenth fuck for the day I silently went down on my knees in front of his crotch. He patted my head on the exposed skin.

- This is what we like, lads, innit.

And then he tilted my head back up and looked me in the eyes.

- Remember your place next time we tell you to do something.

Then he let go and looked up at the others.

- Let's go for another, lads.

He dropped his smoldering fag on the ground in front of me as they left, and I hated that my first instinct was to pick it up and put it in my mouth. Who were they? What did they mean by Jace's runner? They had already left the patio by the time I got up and looked around. A group of patrons just walked into the patio and nodded in my direction. I nodded back and headed back into the pub, past them. I needed to find Jace and ask him what the guys meant. It wasn't hard to find him inside the pub, despite it filling up in the moments he had been out. He was standing next to a table close to the entrance, towering over the guy standing next to him. He probably towered over most people. The guy next to him was passionately talking to him. Jace saw me, and reached out like for a handshake.

- Oi Chayse, be a minute.

I grabbed his hand and felt something small in my hand. Jace winked at me.

- First one's free bruv.

He handed me a half-emptied pint glass and turned back to the guy. I stepped away and looked into my hand. A small, white pill. I felt both neglected and thankful at the same time. Of course he should finish whatever this is, but I felt we needed to talk right now. I took a large swig out of the glass and realized as I swallowed that I had already put the pill in my mouth. I was just running on autopilot after everything that had happened during this week.

Something was moving in my peripheral, and I turned to see a few guys at a table waving at me. I went to join them to kill time. I felt like I was losing grip of reality again, because the man who waved me to the table came back from the bar with a fresh lager and sat it down in front of me, while one of the other guys at the table was talking about their day of road maintenance. I was jolted back into the present, looking up at the man, Rob was it? He was smiling at me kindly. I thanked him and took a sip of the beer, and a shiver of pleasure went through me. It was even better tasting than the one I had earlier. The guy who was talking was detailing all the problems with one of the stores next to the road where they had laid stones during the day. He was about my age, but more tanned and crow's feet by the eyes after having been outdoor so much. No, this was Rob. His pitch-black hair was gelled up, and his face was framed on the other side by a black T-shirt with a big, yellow "Powell Construction" logo. I realized I had stopped listening to him and was lost in his grey-blue eyes, when he asked me something.

- Sorry mate, I have to piss.

At the moment I said it I realized it was actually true, and somewhat wobbly got up and headed towards the gents. They nodded and smiled. Jace wasn't standing where I had last seen him, I noted on the way to the gents, nor did I see him anywhere else. I wasn't sure I could trust my senses fully. What had he given me? Molly? It must have been part of it, as everything and everyone was lovely. I double-checked the sign on the door and entered the gents. Two sinks, two urinals, and a door to a proper toilet. As I walked by the mirrors over the sinks I turned my head, almost like a reflex, but stopped in my tracks.

I looked horrible. It wasn't the brutal hair, or the eyebrows, or the piercings, or the clothes. I looked like a criminal mug shot. My face was subtly swollen and bruised from the pummeling I've gotten from Jace an hour or two ago. There wasn't any specific thing I could point out. Just that I looked off. I didn't look like me anymore. Fascinated, almost mesmerized by my own ugliness I touched and poked my face. Nothing hurt. Not specifically anyway. I'm sure it would look better tomorrow, but it was unnerving still.

As I reached the urinal I realized I had a stiffy. I hoped the black adidas joggers had hidden it from Rob and whatever his name was, but I couldn't be sure. Well, this wasn't the place to do anything about it, so I simply aimed forward and let go, pissing straight into the wall of the urinal. Despite me swaying more than I would have liked or expected, the only thing I got on me was a fine mist of back splatter. I was clearly more intoxicated or high or whatever than I thought, so I don't know how long I stood with my dick out and forehead against the wall, just waiting for the dripping to stop. I was kind of hoping to also get soft, but had to settle for a semi.

I was pulling my joggers up when someone entered. I didn't take any notice of him until someone shouted "Hey" in my ear, and pushed me into the room with the toilet. He shoved me down on the lid facing him, and locked the door. It was one of the goons from the outside patio, the one with the mohawk, adidas top and joggers. He had a week-old beard and looked a bit tired as well. I knew I should be intimidated by him, but somehow I just felt like I wanted to hug him. I had this unexplainable urge to touch him. He glanced at the ceiling, looking for a smoke detector, then picked a cigarette and a lighter from a pocket. While looking down on me he slowly put the cigarette to his mouth and lit it, inhaled deeply, and exhaled the smoke on me. To his confusion this time I inhaled deeply as well. Not only did I want to embrace him. I wanted to french kiss him and suck the smoke out of his lungs. What the fuck was wrong with me?

He regained his composure. He was also clearly a bit drunker than before.

- I want to be fucking clear with you. When we tell you what to do, you do it. - Sound, mate.

This wasn't going how either of us had expected. My eyes kept darting between his face and the chain he had around his neck. Somehow it looked so pretty, glittering in the fluorescent tube light. Everything looked pretty. He struggled with what to do next.

- Lick it. Lick the groin.

I looked down. The loose, dark blue adidas joggers didn't reveal much, but a little bump indicated where his dick was. For some reason, I don't know why, I did as he said, leaned forward, and let my tongue run up and down the fabric. It didn't taste like much. I moved forward and licked with a bit more pressure. I could hear him inhale from the cigarette again.

- Ok, alright. I need to piss.

He grabbed me and stood me up with one arm, and unlocked the door with the other.

- Share the fag? - What?

It took him a second to realize I asked for his cigarette. His intimidation ploy had not gone the way he wanted, though I was at the same time both zen and wondering what the fuck was going on. He handed me the cigarette. I stepped out and he closed the door behind me. I finished the cigarette and threw it in the urinal.

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years ago

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Three’s company

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x female!Reader

Word count: God knows like 4000

Warning: NSFW 18+ lots of smut, read at your own risk. Really bad smut writing.

Prompt 14, 30: “If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work” “Come on now dear, Let’s not torture her any longer” - Poly

A/N: For Vee, I love you and I hope you enjoy! I’ve scrapped this about six times and I still have a love/hate relationship with it. Also feel honoured because this is my first smut fic ever never mind Poly, please be gentle with me lmao. 😂

Thank you @lesbian-deadpool for reading over this and giving me your seal of approval, you the best sister in law ever. What would my gal do without you @missmonsters2 lol 😂x

Tags: @imnotasuperhero @j-does-life @the-enamorando-deity

I do not own these gifs!🖤

Prompts 14, 30

Have you ever been in love?

Have you ever been in love with two people at once? Or better yet, in love with two people who are also in an established relationship.

Because I have.

I continue to you scribble my thoughts onto the blank page of my diary needing to express my thoughts and feelings somewhere, like a dirty little secret.

A loud knock at my bedroom door interrupts my train of thought as I quickly close my secrets away and scramble to hide it in my desk draw. I turn around to see blonde hair and blue eyes peeking through the gap of the door.

"Hey Y/N just letting you know movie night is starting in half an hour and I don't want another excuse as to why you can't come. You've been locked up in your room almost the entire week. We're worried." Steve asks warmly, ever the mother hen of the group.

"I'm fine Steve I've just been busy with mission reports and making sure the new shield recruits are settling in. You know how daunting it can be, especially when Sam, Clint and Bucky think it's funny to mess with them on their first week. I promise I'll come down" I reassure him, and he almost believes me.

"Okay I'll bite but just know I'm here if you wanna talk about it. I haven't mentioned it to them that I saw you sneaking out of their room last week" he says sympathetically.

That's when this whole thing started. Once I became a regular member of the Avengers initiative, it meant spending a lot of time with the team. Nat and Wanda had welcomed me with open arms being the only two regular females of the group. It started off with small subtle brushes of their fingers against my hand when they walked pass or passing things to each other in the kitchen, their fingertips just lingering a little longer. Of course, every time this would happen I would be a blundering mess but they seemed unfazed by the waves of electricity between us every time, until those subtle hints turned a little more bolder.

��Three weeks ago

Walking through the private area of the compound, I rub my tried eyes and roll my shoulders trying to ease the tension in my muscles. I shuffle towards the living room area hoping to catch up on some reading needing some peace. The open windows and the dark grey Italia corner sofa that faces it gives a lovely view of the trees and forest life that surrounds the hidden compound. In my dazed, tired state I failed to notice the fiery red head sitting lazily on the sofa a Russian novel in hand with a devilish smirk.

"Hey Y/N how was training the newbies?"

I gasp lightly and quickly turn around to face her, my hand hovering over my chest as I clutch my favourite book in the other.

"Jeez Nat, you could warn a woman!"

She laughs quietly.

"You're an avenger Myshka, your eyes should always be open to any possible thing" the words slow and clear, her voice deep laced with flirtation.

I gulp slightly, blushing at the Russian term that I’m always referred to as but never know what it means. I drop my gaze no longer able to look into those green eyes that hold such heat.

"Yeah well I've just spent the last five hours training dumbass's who can't tell the difference between a Fixation Bowie and a SoG Seal Knife, so give me a break" I grumbled, feeling slightly irritated suddenly.

Maybe because she keeps flirting with you and she has a girlfriend.

Nat frowns lightly before sitting up her legs tucked underneath her making available space on the sofa next to her, she pats the space indicating for me to sit with her. I pause for a minute debating whether that would be safe for me to do so, I scan her face and land my eyes onto her perfect full lips stained with red lipstick.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea, I could always read in my room.

But she looks so good sitting there and she smells divine.

The latter thought wins as I tentatively make my way over to her and take a seat, leaving a good gap between us. Nat smiles softly before turning back to her book, making me relax a little.

After a few minutes of us both reading in silence, I feel Nat shift slightly trying to get comfortable. Unfolding her legs from under her she slowly stretches them out over my lap and sighs content with her new position. I tense and look over to her waiting for her to say something, but her head is buried back into her book.

It's okay, you guys are friends. This is what friends do.

Nat shuffles around again before huffing, clearly not comfortable. I can feel her gaze on me from the corner of my eye.

"Myshka, can I lean against you? The corner of this sofa is killing my back and you seem far too comfy" she whines lightly, pouting those cherry red lips. My eyes instantly fall to them again before quickly looking back to her eyes, a glint of knowing lingers slightly in those pretty greens.

She caught you.

"Oh..um yeah sure Natasha" she moves like lightening and curls up into my side, her head leaning against my shoulder, legs draped over me. My eyes widen in fear at the sudden closeness between us and the creaking sound of the floorboards by the doorway announcing another presence.

"Well don't my two favourite girls look comfortable hmm? Mind if I join?" I continue to tense up, eyes moving back and forth between the two of them trying to gauge their reaction, but Nat seems indifferent as she continues to stay close to me still emerged in her book. Wanda makes her way around the room, I'm shocked to see that instead of sitting next to Natasha she stands closely behind us, her hands rest on either side of my shoulders, her thumbs move back and forth along my exposed shoulders as she leans in and whispers "you seem tense fényem (my light), you need to relax. Is Steve giving you a hard time with the new recruits? I'll have a word" her breath softly brushing against my sensitive skin making me shiver.

I shake my head unable to find the words to speak. Wanda hums quietly before releasing her hold on me and moving towards Natasha before letting her lips meet hers in a heated kiss. I try to avert my eyes but it's too late, Nat looks straight at me and winks subtly before going back to her book as Wanda walks away asking if we would like a drink. I shake my head in decline before making up an excuse and sprinting out of there.

Whatever game their playing, I don't want any part of it...

Or maybe I do.

End of flashback

A week later the flirting and teasing had gotten more bolder as the days passed. I found myself being left alone with one of them or both way too often for it to be a convenience. At the end of that week, it was team bonding night in the games room, drinks were poured and before I had time to blink, I could feel soft warm skin against my lips while two pairs of red lips and hands trail along my naked back and shoulders, limbs tangled up in silk sheets.

I woke up in a haze just as the sun met the earth in the distant horizon and vanished out of their room. Leaving an empty gap between them, making my heart shatter. The knocking on my door and the empty threats to come into my room if I didn't speak to them became less and less as the week went on, as if giving up on any attempts to see me.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by two large gentle hands cupping my shoulders; Steve stares at me with concern.

"Come on let's just go down and get the food ready for the movie, okay? You can sit with me if you like, you don't have to talk to them" I nod my head in agreement to his proposition.

"Is there any specific snacks you would like?"

I smirk at that slightly before replying:

"Do we have the big bag of Doritos, Dorito?" Steve rolls his eyes and groans in annoyance.

"Can you and Tony stop it with the Dorito thing? it was one commercial and the money went to a good cause" he moans grumpily before leaving the room and heading back towards the kitchen for the movie night snacks.

I chuckle softly before gathering my thoughts.

Maybe I could make another excuse up for not going.

Knowing I don’t stand a chance against a stubborn Super Soldier I make my way out off my safe space and into the unknown.

Upon arriving in the dimly lit room I scan for a vacant double seat to settle into for the evening, my eyes fall upon the very two people who have been taken over my thoughts and the pages in my diary for last two months; Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda sits comfortably on Natasha's lap her head tilted upward as Nat whispers softly to her while brushing her thumb over Wanda's bare calf making her giggle quietly.

My thoughts overtake me as I think about her thumb brushing against my bare thigh while Wanda whispers sweet nothings into my ear, just like that night...

As if sensing my presence, they both turn and face me, a soft smile playing on both of their lips.

"Hey kotenok, where have you been all week? We've missed you" Nat speaks quietly laced with worry. Wanda's furrowed brow also indicating her agreement.

I blush slightly and clear my dry throat suddenly aware of my daydreaming.

"Sorry...I.. um I had a few mission reports that needed finishing and didn't realise the time. I could do without Steve chewing my ass about neglecting my responsibilities outside of missions" I say impersonating my best Steve Rogers voice, which causing Nat to smirk slightly; amusement in her eyes while Wanda giggles her eyes looking over my shoulder.

"You know Y/N if you actually did do the reports on time, I wouldn't have to keep lecturing you" a deep authority voice says behind me while dangling a bag of Doritos in front of my face. I roll my eyes in good nature before grabbing the offered snack and moving to sit in the empty loveseat by the two women.

"You know there is space on this love machi- I mean love-seat Y/N, all you gotta do is ask" Sam teases a few rows down and winking cheekily, a pillow hits him around the back of the head by Bucky who's sat beside him.

"Please she's way out of your league, fake bird" they both continue to bicker back and forth as I settle onto my own love-seat, wrapping the blanket around me and sighing at the warm feeling surrounding me as I sink into it further.

"Sam's right though Y/N, you don't have to sit by yourself. Come sit with me and Nat there's plenty of room here" Wanda whispers leaning over towards me so no one else can hear, her eyes filled with attentiveness. I gulp and avert my eyes away from her emerald gaze as I pull slightly at the blanket as if trying to form a protective barrier around myself, away from her gaze and the heat behind them.

"Oh um I'm okay I'll stay here. Thank you though" I stutter over my words while trying to build up enough courage to look into her eyes, to show her I'm not affected by the idea of being so close to them both.

"Oh okay.. well if you do get a bit lonely over here, just know the offer is there Myshka" her eyes filled with slight disappointment but doesn't push the offer further and settles back into Natasha. I feel Nat's heated gaze upon me as I try and stay focused on the starting credits of Clint's choice of film.

Halfway through the movie, I can feel my eyelids growing heavy and my vision blurring. Unable to fight the dreamworld any longer I slowly let myself fall into a deep slumber.

"She's so cute when she sleeps, so peaceful"

"Can you imagine how good she would be for us Wanda, how amazing all three of us could be?"

"Nat! This isn't the time; you know the last time we did that with her she pushed us away. Why won't she just talk to us? If she had just stuck around long enou-"

The voices in the room suddenly stop as I feel myself awakening from my deep slumber, I tense slightly suddenly aware that I'm not alone in the room and not in the comfort of the cinema loveseat but in a soft bed that smells just like...

"Hey sleepyhead, look who's finally decided to join the land of the living" Nat murmurs while brushing a stray piece of hair out of my face and behind my ear, I shiver slightly at her touch before scurrying into an upright position, aware that I'm currently not in my own bedroom but in theirs.

"How long was I sleeping for?"

"Only about two hours, we thought it would be best to bring you in here since we need to talk"

I gulp slightly at that.

"Um.. to talk? Could we do this another time? I'm pretty beat from all that writing and working with the recruits, I just want my bed" I try to reason with them but they both fix me with a "don't even try it" look before sitting on either side of me. Wanda grabs hold of my hand and turns my palm upward, she traces her finger around my palm and slowly lifts her eyes to look at me.

"Please Y/N, talk to us. We've been trying to see you all week, but you seem to be avoiding us and Nat doesn't take to well to being ignored" she smirks mischievously at mentioning her girlfriend, who seems to be remaining quiet throughout the exchange.

I look over towards Nat only now taking in how quiet she's been throughout this whole exchange even in the cinema room she spoke less to me than ever before. Her eyes drop down, looking at the silk sheet as her hand brushes softly against along it, her head tilted slightly as if reminiscing.

"We may have gone about it the wrong way myshka, but we care about you.. a lot actually and more than just friends. We can't stop thinking about you but avoiding us after leaving like that... if this is your attempt at pushing us away, it won't work. We...I felt it that night, the way you clung to me as I brought you close to the edge, the softness in your eyes when Wanda held you close afterwards... tell me you don't feel the same way"

I sit gaping at her, lost for words. I feel Wanda's hand squeeze mine gently, comforting me and encouraging me to respond. She leans forward and brushing my hair behind me ear before cupping my face with her hand, her thumb brushing away at the absent small tear on my cheek.

"Shhh lyubov moya, we know, or did you forget that I can read minds" she teases gently trying to ease the tension. She brings her lips to the side of my head and lets them brush gently against my temple before trailing them down to my cheek, leaving small trails of soft kisses. Her lips reach near my mouth before pulling away slightly:

"If you don't want this Y/N we completely understand, just say the words and we'll leave you alone and let you move on-" before she could finish, I lean forward and capture her lips with mine.

"I want this, I've wanted this for a while" before continuing to peck her lips repeatedly. I see Nat from the corner of my eye stand quietly before moving to sit in the armchair opposite the bed watching intently as Wanda pushes me gently so I'm lying flat on my back.

She continues to straddle my waist and slowly unbuttoned my shirt before pulling it apart exposing my bare chest, the cool air hitting my breast making them harden instantly. Wanda hums in delight at the sight, her eyes darkening with a glint of red spiralling underneath her natural colour. She leans her head down towards my neck letting her nose brush lightly down the valley on my breasts barely touching my skin, her eyes lock with mine before looking over her shoulder at Nat who is now undressed from the waist down with the smallest pair of white panties on that barely cover her assets; a dark wet spot appearing indicating to her arousal, as she keeps her legs spread for us to see her hand trails slowly south towards her heat.

"Mmm someone seems to be enjoying our performance, little one. Shall we give her more?" Her hands grip my shorts before pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor before leaving wet kisses from my ankle to inner thigh, tongue swirling and nibbling softly right near my core. I shiver and arch my back basking in the overwhelming feeling of her. She continues to tease me, brushing her nose against my panties before pulling away. I hear the floorboards creak quietly making Nat's movements known, I watch her as she stalks over towards us like a predator after its prey. She squats down so she's eye level with me her fingers grip my chin, making me turn my head to the side: facing her.

"Such a pretty little thing, it would be a shame to put those luscious lips to waste, don't you agree Wanda?" She mocks, her question for the woman between my legs but her eyes stay locked with mine, darker with a glint of mischief.

She moves forward and presses her lips to mine, trailing her tongue along my bottom lip making me gasp. Her tongue battles with my own before I take a hold of her bottom lip between my teeth and tug at it making her moan deep. I shiver slightly and turn my eyes downward towards Wanda who now has my panties in between her teeth as she drags them down slowly almost agonisingly slow her eyes locking with mine. Nat's attention now on my neck sucking gently.

"Oh god"

As soon as she's disposed of my panties her mouth is on me instantly, lapping her tongue over and over again, swirling around my folds before taking my clit into her mouth and sucking hard, making me moan out load.

"She's so wet for us Nat, god I almost forgot how good she tasted"

Nat chuckles softly before removing her panties giving me a great view of her pussy. I lick my lips in anticipation, excited at the thought of having Nat above me with my tongue inside of her. She smirks knowingly before slowly removing her tank top, showing her full breasts and climbing expertly above me so she's facing Wanda her pussy directly in view, dripping wet. I tilt my chin up trying to take a taste, but she hovers higher up away from me making me whine. I'm stopped from reaching any further by Wanda's hand grasping my breast her fingers twisting my nipple slightly as her tongue enters me, making me cry out.

My cries are quickly stop by Nat, who lowers herself enough to let me taste her. I moan at how wet she is...how wet she is for us. The room is filled with low moans and desperate cries of passion as I continue to swirl my tongue around her entrance, Wanda brings her thumb up to my clit and rubs hard circles around the sensitive area making me pull away from Nat slightly, hips bucking wanting more of her.

"Please Wanda, I need you inside me" I say desperately. She chuckles quietly before leaving my heated area and making her way up to my chest taking a nipple into her mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“Come on now, dear. Let’s not torture her any longer” Nat teases from above me her voice breathless.

"I got something much more pleasurable" she smiles wickedly, I watch in astonishment as her eyes turn a blood red but before I could question, I feel a strong wave of pleasure hit my core, Nat and I moaning out in unison.

"Y/N if you don't put that fucking tongue back where it belongs, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week" Nat grumbles through her moans caused by Wanda's magic. I quickly tilt my chin up and plunge my tongue deep into her entrance. My hand desperately reaching for Wanda's pulling her closer. The waves of sensation hitting one after the other, faint sparks of red surrounds us. I feel Nat tense above me, bringing my hand up I gently rub at her clit, bringing her close to orgasm. She cries out before relaxing above me; I lap her up, taking every last drop of her orgasm.

"Wanda you still have too many clothes on" I whine trying to blindly remove her clothes. I feel Nat move from above me and towards Wanda while she continues to tease up and down my body.

"Y/N is right malen'kaya ved'ma (little witch), you are wearing far too many clothes" she says before gliding Wanda's long skirt and panties over her ass and dropping them in a heap on the floor, while she continues to kneel between my legs. I feel Wanda's hot breath hit my core as she gasps at the cool air hitting her warm skin. Her eyes glow a brighter red as Nat traces her finger up and down her folds before finding her entrance and quickening her pace, she leans her body over Wanda, so her lips are close to her ear as they both stare at me.

"Hasn't she been good for us Wanda? I think she deserves an award" Nat whispers voice laced with lust slightly breathless.

That familiar wave of electricity hits through my body to my core making me gasp as Wanda projects her pleasure to me. Being able to be in sync with her body and its reactions to pleasure, mixed with my own need for release, throws me over the edge as I feel the knot in my core relax making me slump against the pillow, Wanda not far behind. She collapses gently on top of me, her head resting against my chest listening to my rapid heartbeat start to slow. Nat moves around the side of the bed grabbing a throw over from the back of the armchair and covering us all up before curling into my side, kissing the top of Wanda's head and my cheek.

"Does this mean you'll consider being with us Y/N, not just the sex but everything else that comes with it" Nat asks almost tentatively, scared of what I might say.

"You guys had me the moment I laid eyes on you"

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda #natasha x wanda x reader #poly #first smut #please be kind #prompt request #imnotasuperhero #lay loves vee #smut fic #marvel

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years ago

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Traffic | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: Tom has been on location for six months and both of your needs have been neglected. Now Tom is coming home and you are ready to jump him. But a traffic accident from the airport delays Tom. You decided to take matters into your own hands. Tom does not appreciate this and now you need to be punished.

Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Punishment. Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, thigh riding

“It’s just a few more hours…” you found your singing under your breath as you began preparations for Tom’s homecoming.

Six months. It had been six months since Tom was home. Shooting for his latest project bounced from Canada to Hawaii to somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. With his bizarre travel schedule and your job obligations, trips home and travel were not workable. This arrangement made things uncomfortable. Your needs were not being attended to in the manner or frequency you prefer. Neither were Tom’s.

Yes, the two of you Face-timed and sexted but nothing replaced the weight of Tom’s body against yours and nothing, not even the fanciest sex toy could bring you to completion like his cock filling you with every inch. So you waited and grew more and more insatiable until the day arrived.

You expected Tom to land at Heathrow within the hour. With about a 40 minute drive to the house, it gave you just enough time to get ready. You turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat. As you step in, the water felt like it sizzled on your skin. You took care to wash every part of your body. The soap was Tom’s favorite. He said it reminded him of your first date. You wanted to stay in the shower forever, but you still had work ahead of you. You stepped out and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel.

After drying off, you finished the rest of preparations, fixing your makeup and hair. You then slipped into a stunning lace bra and panties. You bought them special for tonight. Pretty but nothing too expensive, just in case they didn’t survive the night. By the time you finished, Tom’s plane should have landed. You grabbed your phone. There was a text.

Landed. Be there soon. Miss you.

You smiled and you could already feel your arousal at the mere thought of seeing and having Tom in the flesh. You couldn’t help but tease the poor man. You held up your phone to snap a shot of your breasts, threatening to slip out of the bra. You sent the photo along with the caption.

Perhaps this will motivate you to get home quickly.

And now you just waited for his arrival.

Tom gulped when your photo popped up on his phone. Thank God, he was in the back of his taxi and not still at baggage claim. The last thing he needed was someone glancing over his shoulder. Tom felt his pants tighten, and he suppressed a groan. Six months was too long and his hand was a poor excuse for your pussy. So warm and tight.

“Can you pick up the speed a bit? I’m late for an important appointment,” Tom urged the driver.

Not a lie. He was overdue for some amazing sex with his girlfriend.

“I will try but traffic has other plans.”

Tom slouched back into his seat. The wait was agony and he couldn’t stop looking at the photo which was doing him no favors. After about fifteen minutes, the taxi came to a screeching halt.

“What is the matter?”

“Accident on M40, big delays.”

“No, no, no. Isn’t there another way? Perhaps..”

“Sorry I can’t get out of the lane with the cars backed up.”

Tom’s phone beeped, and he saw a text from you.

What’s taking so long.

Traffic, Accident on M40. I’m trying.

You sent a frowning face.

If you aren’t here in the next 60 minutes, I’m starting without you.

You wouldn’t dare, darling.

You responded with a devil face.

In the next 50 minutes, Tom’s taxi made progress, but he was still ten minutes out when his phone rang. He answered.

“Time’s up. Guess you will miss out,” you teased.

Tom gritted his teeth.

“If you finish before I get home, you will be sorry, love.”

“Too bad. Because I am already dripping by just, the thought of you fucking me into the mattress and I can’t wait any longer.”

Tom thought you would hang up to take care of business, but you described what you were doing in detail. Pure torture.

“So you see I’m already dripping so I need clean that up with my fingers, but lace panties are in the way. Guess I will have to do it through them, since no one is here to push them aside.”

You groaned into the phone as you tease your folds through the lace.

“Stop it right now. I am in a taxi!” Tom hissed into the home.

“Then you better hurry because I won’t last long.”

Tom once again urged the driver to speed it along. He seemed to comply with the request this time.

“Oh, God! Not as big as your cock but my fingers feel so fucking good in my pussy.”

Tom’s erection was obvious at this point. He pulled at the fabric and shifted in his seat; an act of futility.

“Baby girl, I will ruin you when I get home in a few minutes.”

“Well, I’ll be done by then,” you breathed into the phone.

Tom could hear wet sounding noises on the other end of the line. Your breath grew more and more ragged as you could feel your core tightened with each thrust of your fingers. You couldn’t help yourself; you couldn’t wait any longer, traffic or not. Tom could tell you were close.

“Fuck!” he whispered.

His car screeched to a halt in front of the house. Tom threw some money at the driver and grabbed his bags. He took the stairs two at a time. You didn’t notice Tom hung up the phone.

“Oh fuck,” you cursed as you continued to pump in and out, “so close.”

Without warning, the bedroom door opened and Tom appeared in the doorway just as you began to climax.

“STOP!” he bellowed.

You removed your fingers and your pussy spasmed against the air. The perfect ruined orgasm.

“Fuck Tom!” it pissed you off, him interrupting. “I was there.”

“I told you,” he crossed the room, “to not start without me.”

You stood up from the bed and Tom grabbed you by the neck with force into a crushing kiss. His tongue searched your mouth with need. This was not gentleman Tom, the one you see at the awards show and premieres. This was the Tom who would fuck you into the floor and then pick you up and fuck you standing until you couldn’t stand or walk straight. It was animalistic, and you were here for it.

“You need to be punished,” Tom growled as he released you. He strolled to his side of the bed and grabbed a small box from underneath. You never saw it before. He removed a small piece of cloth, a scarf.

“Hands behind your back.”

His eyes darkened at the command. You stood there in silence. The crack of his hand broke the silence when meeting your ass.

“Don’t disobey me, pet, or you will feel more of my hand on your delicious ass. I won’t ask twice.”

Dumbfounded, you put your hands behind your back. Tom bound your wrists, and they stayed tight against your struggle. Tom used it to pull you close. You felt his hard cock pressed against your ass. You groaned.

“Darling, I will have you screaming my name and begging me to let you come. You will never start without me again.”

His tone sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t have much time to contemplate Tom’s words before he pushed you onto the bed with a rough push. You yelped as you tripped.

“Tsk, tsk,” he tutted, “you are positively a mess, pet. I will have to clean this up.”

You smirked.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Tom’s eyes glinted at the Sir. “I just needed you so bad. I can’t help myself.”

“Are you ready to be punished?”

“Yes, sir.”

Tom helped you stand up.

“Well, first, you are overdressed.”

With a swift motion, Tom ripped the panties from your body. The action stung your skin, but it was so hot, you didn’t care. You groaned. Tom sat down on the edge of the bed, legs splayed.

“Sit on my thigh.”

You hesitated; a mistake. Tom slapped your ass again.

“What did I say about disobeying me? One more time and I shall take you over my knee.”

He rearranged himself.

“Sit.”

You hustled and straddled Tom’s thigh. You could already feel your arousal soaking his pants leg. Tom looked into your eyes.

“Pleasure yourself on my leg while I help you out of these clothes.”

You began to rock back and forth, feeling the fabric of his trousers teasing your clit with every roll of your hips. Once you found a rhythm, you ground against his leg with gusto, chasing release. You moaned as Tom took his attention to your breasts.

“My, my what do we have here? But I can’t see them through all this fabric.”

Tom slid the straps of the bra off your shoulders and in one motion pulled the cups down, exposing your breasts to the air. You stopped your riding as the cold air hardened your nipples. Tom grabbed you and pulled you into his chest.

“Did I tell you could stop?”

You shook your head.

“I can’t hear you.”

“No, Sir.”

You started back up as Tom massaged your breasts. He took your nipple with his fingers and pinched it, rolling it between his fingers, sending a shiver to your core. You adjusted your position so your knee rubbed against Tom’s crotch. As continued, you could feel you getting close. Tom sensed it too.

“Are you getting close, pet?”

You started to nod but responded instead.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Please, Sir.”

“Too bad.”

Tom lifted you up, and you staggered back, not having the benefit of your arms to steady yourself. His pants were a mess; the spot covering most of his thigh. Your core aching at the lack of friction and contact.

“Look at this!” Tom gestured to the spot as he undid his belt. His pants slid down the floor, chased by his underwear. His cock at full attention. You lick your lips at the glorious sight.

“See something you like, love?”

“Yes sir. Please let me have it.” you begged. Your body was desperate for contact and fulfillment.

“But have you earned it? Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes, Sir, I have.”

Tom moved closer to you and you could feel the heat of his breath against your neck.

“But you started without me.”

The ache in your pussy was becoming unbearable. You would say anything for release. Tears welled in your eyes.

“I’m sorry. It will never happen again, I swear!”

Tom’s face was emotionless for a second before his lips curled into a devious smile.

“Very well. I believe you. Now…” he stepped back, “kneel and show me how grateful you to have me home.”

You lowered to your knees, your hands still behind your back. You started with some kitten licks on the tip. Tom groaned as encouragement, and you began running your tongue up and down the shaft.

“Oh darling, you have missed me. Have you thought about having my cock in your mouth these past six months?”

“Every night, Sir,” you responded as you took him into your mouth. His groan was loud and guttural. “Have you thought about my pretty mouth?”

“Oh, darling, you do not understand the effect you have on me.”

You began sucking, hollowing your cheeks. Tom started thrusting in sync with you and you relaxed your throat to take him as much as you could. It was no small task. Tom was well hung. Spurred on by your enthusiasm and his own desire, Tom grabbed your head, fingers lacing in your hair, and began full on fucking your face.

“That’s right darling, take me all in. Let’s use your pretty mouth, you are doing so well.”

Tom’s praise made you groan against his cock in appreciation, and Tom threw his head back.

“Darling, I will not last much longer if keep that up and I fully intend on ruining you every way possible.”

Tom helped you to your feet and moved to undo your wrists.

“Promise to keep your hands where I put them or else I will be forced to bind you again, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now onto the bed, hands above your head.”

You complied, crawling onto the bed. Tom climbed between your legs.

“I will not be gentle.”

Without another word, Tom plunged into you, filling your pussy completely.

“Oh, God!” you moaned as he held himself steady.

“No, darling, you are the goddess. So wet, so tight, the perfect fit for me.”

Tom began to roll his hips and thrusting with a fervor of a desperate man.

“Fuck!” your responses reduced to single words.

“That’s right darling, take me all in. I want to fill you up.”

“Yes!”

The coil in your core was twisted tight and was excruciating. You needed release.

“Please let me come, Tom. Please. I need to come.”

“You need it. How badly do you need it?”

“So bad. Please, Tom. I’m sorry I teased you. Just. Please. Let. Me. Come.”

“You are so beautiful when you beg.”

Tom smiled as he moved one of his hand to your clit and rubbed small circles. It was the push you needed, and the coil snapped as you orgasmed. Tom continued to thrust through your release, become more demanding, and a few moments later he orgasmed, spilling his seed into you.

The two of you laid on the bed, a sweaty, heaving tangle of bodies and sheets. It was you who came back to reality first. You rubbed your hand on Tom’s heaving chest.

“Welcome home, darling.”

“It’s good to be home.”

Tom placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Have I mentioned I hate traffic?”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston smut

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jaalismyhusband · 4 years ago

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Roommates (part 3)

Title: Roommates

Pairings: Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: angst, attempt of rape, mentions of stalking, dark!bucky, explicit language, it ends with fluff tho!

Wordcount: 1.8k

Catch up: Part 1, Part 2

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Part 3

Days, weeks, hell, months went by and Y/N still couldn’t bring herself to forget about Bucky. No matter what Jason did or said, it was Bucky who she fantasized about late at night. She and Jason were together for a while now, but they haven’t got far, beside a messy make-out. Jason said he would wait, no matter how long she takes. Nevertheless, something about him trying to insinuate sex very often, left her doubting his previous statement. She didn’t want to feel pressured to be intimate with someone, and that’s exactly what she told him. The reaction he gave her left her in shock and on the verge of crying.

“What’s your problem?!” he shouted out of nowhere. Y/N flinched at the sound of his booming voice in his small apartment. He was raging.

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” She tried to sound more confident, but her voice was shaky with fear.

“You know exactly what I mean! Why don’t we ever have sex? What’s holding you back so much? Unlike you, I try to make things happen!” Jason confessed.

“Excuse me? I am trying!” she got defensive.

“Are you now? Well, let’s see if you mean it.” A mischievous grin plastered on his face and she knew that meant trouble. She started to back away from him. Eyes opened wide and filled with tears.

“Come here, you little bitch. That’s all you’re good for anyway!” He tried to grab her, but she couldn’t let that happen. Everything was a blur from then. She bit, kicked and punched – mostly air though. Thankfully, she shimmied out from under him after a successful hit. Running straight for the door, she never looked back.

When she was in the safe distance from him and sure, that she wasn’t being chased, she broke down in tears. Sliding down the wall in the dark alleyway, she let all that pent-up frustration flow out of her in form of tears. Why would he do that to her? She was blinded by the want for their relationship to work so much, that she didn’t notice the obvious red flags.

After some time, her eyelids got heavy. Exhaustion from the sudden rush of adrenaline struck her all at once. She stood up and began walking back to the Stark Tower. Thankfully, she wasn’t far. As she got home, it was already late night.

Bucky was waiting for her to come back, as every other night. Even if he didn’t admit it, he was worried sick about her. Nevertheless, he shrugged all the comments she ever made with a simple I couldn’t sleep.

Ding of the elevator doors alerted Bucky of her arrival. Her footsteps were heavy, as she made her way through the room seeking comfort of her bed.

“Y/N!” She flinched at his voice and he immediately knew; something was very wrong. One look at her dirty clothes, teary bloodshot eyes and a bruise on her cheek left his brain speculating. Slowly, he approached her.

“Babygirl, talk to me. What happened to you?” She thought all of her tears were left in that humid alleyway, but it only took that pet name to start the faucet in her eyes. It’s been quite a while, since he addressed her as that.

“I missed the way you used to call me.” She gave him a teary smile. His face scrunched up in confusion. He didn’t realize it was affecting her so much.

“Well, I figured it would be inappropriate to call you those, since you started dating.” Her lips dropped from a weak smile to a frown. Bucky must have struck a sensitive nerve. He took her to her bedroom and sat her on the bed.

“Stay here,” he commanded. Even if she wanted to resist, her body was worn out and weak. Bucky started going through her drawers fishing out clean clothes for her to change into. Then, he handed them to her.

“Go and shower. I know you’re exhausted, but trust me, you’ll feel better.” Half asleep, she obeyed and staggered to the bathroom, closing the door in the process.

“I’ll be near, if you need something!” Bucky shouted through the door and tried to fight the urge to walk in on her naked and vulnerable. This is not the time, he scolded himself. Deciding to make something useful instead, he went to the kitchen to prepare some tea.

After what seemed like eternity to him, Y/N finally came out of the bathroom, dressed in clothes he picked. The control he possessed over that decision was exciting him. Looking over her frail appearance, he took the tea and motioned for her to follow him to the couch. Once seated, he offered her a blanket, which she accepted, wrapping herself up in the cozy material.

They sat there in silence for a while, neither of them sure, how to start. Bucky scanned her face. She felt his gaze on her, but was too ashamed to talk about what happened. Solely because, it was mostly her fault. If she didn’t lead Jason on and confronted her real feelings, she wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. She wiped the sensitive wet skin around her eyes, attempting to dry the tears.

“Did he hit you?” Bucky’s low voice was frighteningly calm, as he motioned to her red cheek. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling uncomfortable and exposed.

“I guess, yeah. It all happened so fast.” Her throat was dry, making her voice sound even more weak. She must have looked pathetic right now. Regardless, Bucky’s sympathetic look gave her some strength to tell him what happened. She noticed, he was trying to control his breathing and clenched his jaw during her monologue.

“That pathetic excuse of a man.” Bucky mumbled, clearly disgusted by Jason’s actions. His brows furrowed in an angry expression. He was going to find that motherfucker and show him, that absolutely no one can touch his girl. Ready to stand up and fulfil his promise, he was stopped by Y/N’s voice.

“I’m sorry, Buck.”

“Baby, you have nothing to apologize for.” He tried to reassure her, but his words fell on the deaf ears.

“No, it’s mostly my fault. I got myself into that situation because I wasn’t honest with Jason. The truth is, I already love someone else.” This is getting interesting, Bucky thought as he sat back on the couch. Was there a third man? Who could it be? Bucky was sure she didn’t regularly meet with any other males beside him, Jason and male members of Avengers.

“It doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t feel the same. Anyway,” she took a deep breath and continued, “I led Jason on, using him as a way to bury my real feelings. Long story short, it backfired on me, because I wouldn’t sleep with him. I don’t know why though. Even if I never confessed my feelings to that person, it still felt like cheating. At first, Jason was understanding, but soon he got impatient and well, you know the rest.”

Bucky was envious of the man she loved. Her loyalty was just another great quality added to her personality. He wanted to be that man so badly. The gears in his head were turning almost painfully hard, trying to figure out the man’s identity.

“And also, I want to apologize for neglecting you, Buck. I’m sorry for all the times I couldn’t hang out with you or rushed out of conversations because of Jason. I want you to know, that I regret it and now I realize, he wasn’t worth it. I’m sorry.” She felt the need to say it. She wanted him to piece it together and realize he’s the one her heart longs for.

Afraid to say something, that would expose his true feelings, he only pulled her to his chest and held her tightly. Her body fit against him snugly as they cuddled on the couch. Stroking her hair, he whispered: “I know, baby. I’m sorry too.”

She squeezed his torso with her small arms and snuggled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent. It felt right to be in his arms. Bucky’s hands were stroking her soft skin, lulling her to sleep.

Bucky wanted to stay like this forever. They have never been this close to each other. Sure, they have hugged before, but not like this. She held on to him so tightly, Bucky thought he would explode with the amount of warmth swarming his chest. Her body was so soft and intoxicating. The smell of her shampoo was very familiar to him, because of all the times he snuck into the bathroom to watch her shower. Would she be turned on, like him, by the idea of him watching her? Or would she push him away with disgust plastered over her beautiful face? How would she react if he told her that he heard her every single time gasping and moaning when she played with herself? His super-soldier senses allowed him to hear her even through a closed door. She never noticed anything. It was amusing to him, how oblivious she was to his occasional stalking.

Noticing her grip weakened, he realized she fell asleep in his arms. He waited so long for this to happen and now that it did, he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to freeze time and never let anyone disturb her slumber.

He scooped her up and she unconsciously tangled her limbs around him like a koala. Letting the blanket fall back on the couch, she shivered and pressed herself into him more. Bucky took them to her bedroom. He wasn’t keen on leaving her grasp, but after what she had told him today, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. Sighing, he tucked her in bed. Pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, he wished her goodnight and turned around to leave.

Y/N’s hand flew up to his wrist, waking her up immediately, afraid to be left alone by him.

“Please, Bucky, stay.” He froze in a place, thinking he was hallucinating. But her pleas were just as real as her hand tugging him back to her inviting embrace. He couldn’t refuse her, so he got in bed behind her. Draping an arm around her, he pulled her close to him, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck. She held onto his arm squeezing it with her arms towards her torso. He had to control himself as he felt her breasts press firmly against his forearm. He placed a chaste kiss on her neck and she hummed at the innocent ministration. Now content, they both fell asleep pressed tightly against each other, with their legs tangled.

Part 4

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inmemoryofkatelyn · 3 years ago

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Remembering Katelyn Nicole Davis

I found out about Katelyn’s death around two or three days after she had passed while I was browsing the news on the internet. At that time her suicide video was abundantly circulating over the internet and easily found.

Curiosity got the best of me and I watched the video and it is something that I will never forget. I mourned her passing as if she were my own child. It’s been almost five years (hard to believe) since her death and I’ve never forgotten Katelyn or her story and it is only now after all these years that I felt as if I was ready to watch her many live streams posted on You Tube.

As I began watching Katelyn's videos and listening to her talk it would be easy to conclude that she was growing up in a dysfunctional family, a negative environment and perhaps suffering from neglect and abuse of some kind . (I have only seen 5 of them and feel as if I won’t continue watching, knowing how it all ends) . Having grown up in a dysfunctional family myself, I suffered from depression and considered suicide many years ago. I understood the place where Katelyn was at.

Although Katelyn’s parents must accept partial responsibility for her actions we need to understand that they too were probably victims of dysfunctional families themselves.These things tend to pass on from generation to generation unless the cycle is broken.You can give only what you’ve been taught. This in no way at all is an excuse for lacking in one’s parental responsibilities but can explain why people act the way that they do in certain circumstances.

I’m certain that Katelyn’s mother did the best that she could in the only way she knew how and no one seem to ask about her mental state, its easy to judge and condemn when you’ve never walked in the other persons shoes. Do you really think that Katelyn would want people to abuse her parents (”biological parents”) after her death? That if she was able to see the barrage of hatred heaped upon them by strangers that she would be all smiles? I don’t think so. If we want to blame we should all blame ourselves because every time we add to the hatred and bullying in the world we create another Katelyn. Ask yourselves where kids learn all that hate from, hate that they take out on other defenseless kids.

Katelyn should never have been in such a chat, but she was a kid of her times and social media and the internet is a big part of their lives. Most parents are completely ignorant of the chats and SM apps available today that kids are using and some of the dangerous people that lurk there . From what I saw and read in the chat logs I am certain that many of these people in these chats were adults. Some asked her to expose herself repeatedly or told her that they wanted to sleep with her, others seem to be baiting her for personal information. There was also the exchange of phone numbers, we will never know who and what Katelyn spoke about privately in Skype etc with these people except for what she revealed. She could have left any time she wanted. Lets try to understand why she didn’t.

These chatroom's are often infested with people looking for cheep thrills and having bad intentions and if one were to check today one would most likely find that very little has changed. It is unfortunate that Katelyn’s naivety prevented her from seeing this. Katelyn remained in this chat because she enjoyed the attention. She enjoyed being told that she was pretty and beautiful by men, which girl wouldn't want to be told that they’re attractive? Especially since she felt unloved, unwanted and looked down on by her peers. She felt as if she wasn’t good enough, so to find herself suddenly the center of attention, of course she enjoyed it and didn't want to loose her new found popularity. Also it was a place that she felt as if she could freely vent her frustrations because she had no where else to. Fact: You never know who’s on these chats. Katelyn could've attracted a serial killer/rapist because she was young and inexperienced and probably gave out certain information that she shouldn't have.

Katelyn’s need for acceptance made her vulnerable an easy target and she seemed to jump into a few short termed online relationships with a couple of members in the chat. Katelyn eventually fell victim to one of these online predators, someone much older than herself named Luke who she genuinely thought (because of her inexperience), loved her when all he wanted was to seduce a young girl. This person was later on arrested and sentenced to prison time after Katelyn’s death for deceiving and having sex with other underage girls.

The day that Katelyn took her own life, she looked different, gone was the laughter, the smile, the funny talkative girl, instead we see a sombre looking person, someone hurt, angry and determined to carry out her plans ,someone that had enough. I think that Katelyn's suicide was imminent whether or not she had done those live streams as she had already tried previously unless she got the necessary help. Her world came crashing down after a breakup with online boyfriend Luke (I assume he realize that she was talking about what they were doing in private chat and knew that meant trouble for him. I also believe that it was he that told her that she sang like a whore) She probably felt as if she had lost what she thought was her only support system, remember she actually thought that this man loved her.

This together with the depression, perhaps the medication, the negative living environment and the traumas that she experienced with her step father (allegations of attempted molestation and physical abuse) simply broke her will to live and she finally gave up.

It also must have dawned on her that she was being used,played and manipulated, that most of her online viewers weren't interested in friendship or cared about her problems and were probably only there to see her “open clothes” as one chat member referred to it . Had she done this it would’ve probably have been screen captured or recorded and shared online, (remember Amanda Todd?(R.I.P). She made a horrible mistake and was driven to suicide because of it) .

Now we can only speculate or wonder about what if. But nothing can bring Katelyn back, no amount of video tributes,flowers at her grave or blaming. These things are our own way of coping and grieving for someone whose death had a strong impact on our lives. It was saddening to read that Katelyn’s mother’s life seem to spiral downward after her death (as of the date of writing this post I’ve read of her being arrested 3 times, for charges including fraud and drug possession) .I assume that the time of writing this that shes in prison. I’ve read that she eventually lost custody of her other kids and that they’re now up for adoption. I can’t say for sure if this is true.

My heart goes out to her because despite her “alleged” actions or behaviors (for which she suffered greatly) she was still a grieving mother and rather than offer a little compassion she was assailed by online hatred which I’m sure helped her downward spiral. I’m sure if Katelyn were to see that she wouldn’t be happy about it because like it or not that is her family and no one can deny that she loved them, underneath all the hurt and pain she loved them. I truly hope that she can somehow get her life together and that things can change in a positive way. For us to say that she was a heartless mother without knowing her situation is pretty low. I’m sure that Katelyn’s death grieves her to this day.

If I could talk to Katelyn, as a father I’d hug her and say that your life is more valuable than the entire universe, that you are irreplaceable and you are good enough, you always have been, never doubt your value or your self worth. I’m sorry that no one told you these things, that no one told you that you were good enough and worthy of life. That everything will be OK because I got your back and I won’t ever give up on you.

EDIT: (Of course it is easy to write such things as a stranger but when faced with a problem child, especially someone that you're familiar with, it would be very easy to lose ones temper rather than react in a calm loving way. There were many who said that would've taken Katelyn in had they the opportunity but I wonder if she had an episode where she abused and called out their shortcomings while streaming it live on SM if they would think the same ?) My point is to show that the situation wasn’t as simple as it looked, there were many factors such as upbringing(including Katelyn’s parents),economic status, family relations, mental illness etc.

On the 30 th December 2016 approaching sunset Katelyn Nicole Davis ended her life by hanging herself in her back yard from a tree at her home in Dunn Road, Polk county Georgia, she was only 12 years old.

What makes Katelyn’s case stand out among many countless number of faceless and unknown suicide victims (some as young as 8 years old) around the world is that she Live Streamed her departure from this world on a popular chatting app while a group of people watched.

We will never actually know what went on in Katelyn’s life. I’m sure that she had good times as well, sadly if she ever recorded those I can’t say, we may never really know and much because we weren't there, we simply can’t judge a persons entire life by a few videos that they posted online when in an unbalanced state of mind, we can only speculate. Its been almost 5 years now and no charges were ever laid involving Katelyn’s case as far as I know and I don’t think that’ll ever happen because, the case is probably closed by now and many of the people who were outraged at her death have already forgotten Katelyn. (I realize this as most videos and groups concerning her have gone mostly inactive and no longer draw the interest that they once did). And as life goes on sadly less and less people will remember or care, this is just a sad reality. For those who keep her memory alive,(family and non family) I’m sure it would make Katelyn happy.

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Katelyn you are sincerely missed,even though I never knew you personally nor do I think that I ever might have. I honestly wish that I never knew about you if that meant that you would still be alive today, living, learning and overcoming life's challenges. R.I.P. kiddo.

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funkymbtifiction · 4 years ago

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The 629/926 tritype and people-pleasing

I read your old post about the Enneagram & people-pleasing (https://funkymbtifiction.tumblr.com/post/184965682165/can-someone-with-primary-or-auxiliary-fi-be-a) and had to laugh at myself about how ALL the numbers in my 926 tritype are motivated to people-please. A triple-whammy of being uncomfortable with conflict, caring a bit too much sometimes about other people’s opinions, and struggling to express one’s own needs. Do you have any tips for dealing with the anxiety/stress this kind of combination can bring, as I remember you’ve mentioned you also share this tritype in a different order? Conversely, do you think there are any strengths/assets to having this tritype? (so I can console myself after all the anxiety 😂). Thank you so much for helping me find my tritype :)

Yeah, it is. I talk about it in depth here.

I think probably the biggest asset for me is – I don’t and never have struggled with holding grudges. I can just forgive people (once I understand what motivated it, per my 6) and move on without harboring any deep resentments. A lot of the people around me struggle to forgive and forget and my anger just kind of … dissipates and goes away, sometimes immediately and other times over a few days or weeks. And believe me, that is an incredible asset, since there’s nothing worse or harder than fighting against being angry or wanting revenge all the time. Cinderella has this tritype and it’s always a wonderful moment for me in the live action film where she forgives her stepmother as she’s going out the door, because – she’s going into a brighter future, why would she carry the burden of past grievances with her?

The negative flip side of this, of course, is that this tritype is self-berating a lot, because it has a continuous desire to be a better person. All the fixes want to be more selfless and generous and strive for something more for themselves, and be kinder to people out of a 2-6 notion of what true goodness is like (less so with an 8 fix on the 9, but if they are 9w1 in particular – there’s all that sense of “moral right” slipping in). All 269 combos can beat themselves up for their mistakes or failures or how they failed a relationship (and it’s their fault) and be wondering why it happened or what went wrong and how they could have fixed it… long after they have forgiven and forgotten the other person’s sins, because they assume relationships are theirs to preserve, treasure, and fix (2). I would say this is the hardest thing to overcome, no matter what the order of your fixes are – this “taking the world onto my shoulders and making it my problem” aspect of relational habits. 269s have to learn that relationships can just fail, it’s not their fault, they don’t have to fix every single one, they don’t need some people in their life, they need to realize and accept that some people are toxic or wrong for them or cannot be fixed or drain their energy, and it doesn’t make them a bad person to walk away from that guilt-free.

This usually is a good-natured tritype that wants to be happy – but unlike the 279 isn’t in denial about the bad things, just doesn’t want to over-think about them. 2 and 9 together are always wanting to see the beauty of life, and focus on pleasant things, but 6 is also cautious and fearful. Altogether, it makes for probably the most pleasant (for other people) tritype to be around, because of the universally forgiving, generous, and sweet disposition – but to put it bluntly, we can be too nice, too forgiving, and too willing to help. How you start to unpack your type is by starting with the fixes. For you, 6 and 2 are lower, which means you can learn to consider them “optional.” In other words, it’ll be easy for you to notice 6 projections and anxieties and talk yourself out of them. For 2, you can ask yourself whether it’s really your place or duty to “help” this person, or if they can do it for themselves. 2 fixers can learn to let people be independent and take care of themselves, rather than rushing to do it for them. You can also work through the uncomfortably self-exposing 2 questions of “am I doing this just so they will like me?” Or “Am I angry at them because they don’t ‘do unto me’ the way I do unto them? Because I expect some payback in kind for my efforts?” I realized I was 2 fixed the day I was mad at my best friend for not being supportive of me in the way I needed, but also realized I had never specifically told her what I wanted her to do, I had just been “doing” that for her, hoping she would pay me back in kind. And then I 2w1ishly beat myself up about it. (You shouldn’t WANT or NEED things from your friends! You SHOULD be selfless and loving with no return!) Meh.

Regarding people-pleasing, you should seize your autonomy and realize that for most things, it is optional and you can say no without causing too much strife. I still want to people-please some, but over time people start taking advantage of you and that causes resentment in being used, and at some point, you start getting sick of it and start laying down more boundaries. I had one friend who would always appeal to me to spend time with her, even though I was busy and had other projects going – and I would guilt-trip myself into saying yes out of a 2ish self-talk (she needs you, she’s lonely, she has no other friends who live here, you can take time off to be with her) … but I realized over time (and over the pandemic) that… she has actually managed to survive without me, she has gone weeks at a time without seeing me and not curled up and died of neglect, she can wait to see me until I am my best self, not a tired version of myself who has dragged myself to see her out of guilt rather than a desire to connect. Before I started telling this person, “I can’t, I’m busy this week” she knew she could lean on me, be a little whiny about feeling lonely, and I would squeeze her in – now she knows when I say I am busy, she has to wait. And that’s good for us both.

People deserve your best self, not your guilt-tripped self – and don’t let them whine or plead or infer or guilt-trip you into things you don’t want to do. Say no and mean it. That’s the best advice for this trype or any type with 9 as a central focus – stand firm, set out a boundary, and defend it. If you are busy, say you are busy. Don’t give excuses, or over-explain, just say you cannot do it. If people push you, reaffirm “I’m sorry, I know, but I can’t.” Sooner or later, they quit because they know they can’t bully you into doing something for them.

Whatever your core is, is going to be the hardest thing to get under control. If it is 2, it’s going to be image-seeking, attention-grabbing, and invasive ‘helping’ whether that is to do physical things for people or offer unsolicited advice to help them cure their life problems. If it is 9, it is going to be numbing yourself out to conflict, refusing to assert your own wants and needs, and letting things go when you should address them (getting in touch with your anger). If it’s 6, it’s going to be over-thinking, being fearful-avoidant of attachments and sending people mixed signals, and projecting (”I’m anxious about not being wanted, so I KNOW they are going to reject me and are sending me negative signals!”). I fight the latter all the time and it’s HARD, so I won’t pretend getting over your core is a picnic, and anyone who says they have “aced it” and are now “a healthy version of their type” is either mistyped or a liar. We’re all wallowing in ourselves.

It’s funny, I can sense when someone else or even a fictional character has this tritype, because I see a lot of myself in them – not in a Fi way, but in a tritype way. They say you understand best people who share your struggles and what you want to be per your tritype’s focus and needs and it’s true. I can sniff out a 269 anywhere.

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