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haiiii ;3 can i request kinich and a reader whoās like half siren? like in h20 where when theyāre dry they have legs and mualani finds her injured and keeps her in the springs and one night when he goes to see her sheās singer and he like falls in love? iām not the best with ideas but ignore if you donāt want to lol
hi !! ty for requesting :3 i love the idea so i gave it a shot. i'm not deep into the siren mythology so i switched the lore and tried my best writing this one < 3
"you can't just take in a random stranger in your house just because they're injured, mualani."
"but they were suffering and needed urgent help!"
"then, you should've taken them to the clinic. who knows how severe their injuries are or if they have good intentions."
the conversation of your savior and a stranger stirs you awake from your slumber, eyes fluttering open as your mind gradually processes that it is time to get up. well, maybe if your legs weren't a bit impaired then standing up would've been useful.
except you're not in the best shape as you found yourself tangled in washed-ashore seaweed causing you to trample over rocks and bruising your legs; this means that you can not transform back to your siren appearance (and vice versa if your tail was injured). thank archons, your ridiculous situation ended soon when a kindhearted mualani decided to tend your injuries.
you were honest with your true self with mualani, believing in your instincts that she is as kind as she shows herself to be. like you, she was one with the waters, a soul that's tied to the flow of the oceans and destined to live freely just as the waters liberty to just be.
in the silence of mualani's shelter where you rest and heal, there's the envy creeping up in your heart that you desperately want to repress. but no, it makes itself known for you are not like mualani.
mualani is a free-spirited surfer, an adventurer of the seas; while you were a siren shunned out by society, viewed as a menace and a threat to the land's safety. kill a siren on sight before they destroy your life is what the people would say.
but you do not have the heart to decline her kindness, rather you want to see her heart as a chance to be seen by humans in a different light. because if mualani can, then why can't they?
still, you uphold the value that your mother had instilled in you; there's no point in proving your kindness when they do not believe in your existence. so you remain hidden within the confines of mualani's home, waiting for your injury to subdue until you're able to become siren again.
"kinich, this is yn. yn, this is 'malipo' kinich." mualani introduced you to a trusted friend of hers with enthusiasm high enough to reach the heavens. simply, you give the dendro user a nod and a gentle smile, he returns the gesture with a civil nod of acknowledgement. kinich's reserved attitude is intimidating, given that mualani is the only human you had ever interacted with, you're confused how human relations work and whether the land culture is different from those who reside under the waters.
you trust that mualani hasn't let a word out about your identity, yet it doesn't assure you when you feel the man's skepticism clawing at your skin as if he's ready to capture you the moment he confirms your true nature.
or maybe you're just overthinking.
kinich never intended for his lingering stare to feel like a dagger pointed at your neck, on the contrary, he harbors the curiosity to learn about you. he often finds how his mind wanders off to mualani's newfound friend whenever the usually occupied space in his head is vacant. who is she? why is he so subconsciously adamant on knowing her? only he fails to grasp a clear picture of reason as to why the voices inside his head are telling him to seek at least a fragment of her soul.
"mualani, thank you for taking care of me."
as a parting token, you granted mualani to experience your siren form. the two of you are within the privacy of the springs that only a few ever come to visit under the moonlit night sky.
your heart sinks at the thought of returning back to the deep, uncertain if you shall ever come up to the surface once your clan learns about your predicament knowing that despite you were well taken care of, they will only emphasize the what-ifs and assert the dangers of a siren caught on land.
natlan's springs are peaceful. you requested to have time in the waters for yourself the next night; promising that when morning comes, you are off to return to the ocean where you belong. but right now, you are neither your ascribed identity or whom you want be, you are just part of the waters.
cold air hits your skin, you lightly splash the water with your luminescent tail and softly smile at the quietness. sometimes, the water doesn't have to be constantly flowing, staying still is alright.
in the midst of your solitude, you hum a tune that your mother used to lull you to sleep when you were a young siren. your voice mimics the gentleness of a mother's love, a cradling feeling of tenderness and comfort. slowly, it shifts to a song, your voice becoming louder and alluring.
and just like a serenade, your song had captivated a certain saurian hunter's attention, he stands on the opposite edge of the spring right across where you were situated in. your eyes still closed and immersed in your enchanting euphony.
"i believe i'm not under a spell, but allow me to compliment your melody. may i stay here and listen?"
kinich fixes his composure, hiding the nervousness inside his pocket. but oh, the moonlight acts like a spotlight on your figure, your true nature completely open for him to realize that you are not human at all.
but kinich isn't fazed, neither does he yield the urge to capture you in exchange for the prestige that comes with catching a siren alive.
"are you not afraid?"
instead, you were the one afraid, wrapping your arms around your torso as if it's any help in shield your true form from his green and amber eyes.
"i'm fascinated. you are a beauty."
at this point, kinich does not intend to supress his longing need for you. he's conscious and sober, implying that a siren's song is not all about luring prey into the waters.
sometimes, just like yn, a siren's song is an open book to her innermost thoughts and heartbeat's poems. it doesn't need to hold words for kinich to depict the sentiments carried into the wind as she sings; to be known, to be understood.
"may i stay with you for tonight?"
this time, you wish for the moon to stay in its place, for time to pause, and for kinich to stay in the springs with you.
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aventurine, sunday, and any others when reader pretends to not remember them after a bad injury heheā¦[angst with fluff at the end] i love giving my poor babies heart attacks mwahaha
anyways love u and ur writings btw k byeee drink water ok byeee šāØ
āI'm sorry, but who are you?ā
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Fluff, Light Humor Angst to Fluff, Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Reassurance.
Warnings: Emotional distress (brief moments of fear and confusion).
A/N: thanks for reminder, anon! šŖš®āšØI really need to drink some water
Aventurine's eyes widened, his usual playful smirk faltering as you looked at him, confusion clouding your gaze. He reached out, as though instinctively wanting to close the distance between you, but he hesitated. Your words cut through the air, soft and fragile.
"Youā¦ you areā¦ who exactly?"
The words stung more than he expected. His heart raced in his chest as he observed the faint, distant look in your eyes. He had always been in control of the game, masterful in reading people, but this? This was a blow to his carefully constructed facade.
"You donāt remember me?" His voice was softer now, the bravado slipping as his pulse quickened.
You shook your head, an empty feeling creeping into your chest. "I donāt think so. Sorryā¦ am I supposed to?"
Aventurine's smile faltered, and for a moment, you saw something raw beneath his cool exterior. Pain. Fear. He stepped back slightly, trying to hide the cracks forming in his walls.
"I suppose Iāve miscalculatedā¦" he muttered to himself, voice barely audible.
But then, you reached out and touched his arm gently.
"Iā"
Aventurine looked at you, his breath catching in his throat as you softly smiled. "I do remember you, though. Maybe I was justā¦ testing you?"
The game was on again, but this time, it was different. He chuckled, a soft, relieved sound that made the weight of his worries lift just a little.
"You're dangerous, you know that?" he said, his voice returning to its usual lighthearted tone, though there was an underlying tenderness now.
You smiled. "I think Iāll keep you on your toes."
And with that, the shadows of doubt lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presenceāone he could no longer imagine being without.
Sunday stood there, his eyes darkened with a mix of concern and confusion, staring at you as if you were a stranger. His fingers twitched slightly, an impulse to reach out, to make sure you were real, that you hadnāt slipped into some other world.
"Youā¦ you donāt recognize me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, fragile under the weight of his own disbelief.
You blinked at him, the blank look in your eyes unnerving him more than he cared to admit. "Iām sorryā¦ I donāt think I do. Are weā¦ close?"
The air between you seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken emotions. His mind was racingāhow could you forget him, forget everything you had shared? The kindness, the warmth, the bond heād built so carefully with you...
"I see," Sunday murmured, his gaze softening with a hint of sadness. "I suppose itās a part of the dream, isn't it? To forgetā¦ to lose everything."
You could see the strain in his expression, the hope fading from his eyes. "Sunday, Iā¦ I didnāt mean to forget you."
You reached for him, your hand trembling as you touched his sleeve. The contact seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and his breath caught.
A moment of stillness.
Then Sunday smiled faintly, the sadness still lingering. "I suppose weāll just have to make you remember, won't we?" His voice was gentle, though you could hear the underlying fear in it.
You smiled, this time with a reassurance he needed. "I think I already do."
A sigh escaped him, a soft, grateful breath as he pulled you into his arms.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." he murmured into your hair, holding you close.
Ratioās usual air of unshakable confidence was nowhere to be seen. He stood before you, his eyes wide with confusion and an almost frantic edge to his movements.
"Youādonāt remember me?" he repeated, his voice betraying a crack he hadnāt expected.
You stared at him, trying to piece together the fragments of the world around you, the details of his appearance leaving you more unsettled than anything. "Iā¦ Iām sorry, I donāt think I know you."
His frown deepened, his expression unreadable but filled with something you couldn't quite placeāwas it hurt? Disbelief?
"I see. This isā¦ unfortunate," he said, voice smooth yet tinged with something that didnāt fit. He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "I expected better from your memory."
You looked at him more closely, sensing a vulnerability underneath the sharpness of his demeanor. He was, despite his intellectual brilliance, losing himself in this.
You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, your hand reaching for his, gently catching his wrist. "Iām sorryā¦ but Iām sure weāve met before. I justā"
He paused, his sharp breath catching in his throat as he looked down at your hand on his. For a brief moment, his composure cracked, and you could see the raw emotion behind his usually controlled facade.
"Don't do this to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the weight of the situation was too much to bear. "You must remember."
You smiled softly, understanding now. "I remember. Youāre the one who always insists on teaching me things."
His gaze softened instantly, a relieved exhale leaving him. "Good."
Ratioās usual brilliance returned, but this time, there was something gentler about him. "Perhaps next time, try not to lose your memory so easily."
And though his words were sharp, his hand reached out to take yours, a reassurance that you were not lost to him.
Me lmaoo
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š¹ Synopsisā A random act of kindness was all it took for you to be infatuated with Gojo Satoru, what about him?
š¹ Dear Diary Archives.
A/N: this is my first time writing a long fic idk what this is but it's something? Let's see how it goes. Divider by @/cafekitsune
š¹ CW. This story will content dark elements, hence it's 18+. It includes: Murder, Gore, obsessive themes, stalking, suuuuperrr unhealthy behaviours, everyone is insane, the reader is not a healthy person, or exactly a good person for that matter. There are other warnings too but i forgot, gojo satoru is his own warning
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All your life, there was an absurd kind of thirst present in your body. You could never pinpoint what exactly it was, what drove you menselessly crazy, made you deranged.
It was hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together, blaming your moldable brain areas for not being able to figure out what was wrong with you. What was wrong with you that the girls in kindergarten wouldn't want to play house, inclusive of you? The question of why was so predominantly present in your vocabulary that it presented itself in your mind even as no curiosity to seek answers to was present. The answer was always the same anyway.
'We don't like you because you're a freak.'
Creep. Freak. Oddball. Psycho.
If you didn't know you had an actual name, you'd be convinced that these were your real names with how often you were labelled that. It wasn't like you didn't have any friends, there were friends present but their presence felt as if it existed only because there was some pity.
Not for Gojo Satoru, however.
The first time you talked to him it was near a cheap, a little worn, worm eaten walledācandy shop. The purpose of going there was to pass time, having nothing better to do when all people would do in your class was draw vile things on your desk, how childish. If they had the balls they should tell you those seemingly outrageous incentives on your face, but it didn't matter because you had found your reason for being.
Was he fucking stupid? Offering you one of his sickly sweet candies? Couldn't he tell what you were already?
"Your eyes are gonna fall off if you keep looking at me like that, miss girl" What an infectious laugh. How cute.
"Come on, take it, I'm doing this only 'cause I have an extra" The boy with the white hair sighed and groaned at how stupidly frozen you were in your spotāmaking the effort to wrap the chocolate bar in your fist, his cold, clammy hands made you wince. He walked away before you could even get out a spur of a wordā away with a casual wave of his abnormally large hand.
At first all you could do was stare at the chocolate bar that he handed you, taking a soft sniff to make out a tiny hint of his scent. There was nothing, all blank, as if he didn't exist, as if he was a figment of your imagination.
That chocolate was placed onto your table, tucked between your trinkets like a souvenir. Because it was, it was a reminder that someone made an effort to give you this diabetically sweet chocolate, just because he could. You didn't even dare to open it.
Frequent visits around the same crippling shop lead you to the information that his name was Gojo Satoru, an 18 year old student at Jujutsu Tech, a religious school.
And with a name in your hand, everything was in reach with internet at disposal.
Checking his myspace became a ritual. Satoru was a social person because.. Ofcourse he was. This was your only gateway to him for now but the desperation to know more was catching up.
He was beautiful.
You found him absolutely captivating, a sight that made your heart race with an intense langour.
The more you looked at him the more his beauty became ethereal, a vision that awakened something so grotesque within, it scared you.
Each feature of his face, every move he made no matter how ridiculous it was to others, fueled your obsession further until it was all-consuming. In his very presence that you never came too close to, you felt an overwhelming need to possess him completely, to have him all to yourself. His beauty was like gasoline to your raging flame of yearning, making your desire grow exponentially. For him.
This love of yours made you question yourself, it was idiotic to be in love with someone so unreachable, someone so beautiful. But an idiot is never complete without their mindless optimism for the better.
And you, were truly an idiot.
The way your heart dropped to your guts and your body manoeuvred nausea as if it was the only thing it knew. Seeing an equally beautiful man holding his hand, looking at him with the same longing in his eyes, the one that leveled yours. The pain was shrill, piercing, tinnitus and unbearable.
He wasn't yours.
The walls of your room that were plastered with his face all over felt smaller, it was getting hard to breath. Something simple like air came so difficult, with emotions risen like a tempest making your chest incredibly tight.
He had to be yours. He was yours.
The question of 'why' was up yet again, but this time with burn in your throat so harsh that it felt lacerated and while a thousand knvies gauched into your heart.
Why. Why. Why.
Only one of all the why's you've had in your existence, this was the one you could answer.
A knife like that from him felt bearable enough.
He had to be yours.
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guys if you fear clowns of any sort, DO NOT open tumblr from desktop
#it's giving me the creeps i'm just. it keeps staring at me#this is not a good way to promote a tv show guys this is bad#btw for those who do not have it yet OR didn't open tumblr from desktop#there's a clown on the right side of the dashboard#who covers part of things and it's creepy he's a pirate clown#but it's bad
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a/n: i haven't started the show yet, so I'm not familiar with his character in this show. please forgive my cluelessness during this fic.
summary: the reader goes to the church to confess to the priest that she recently sinned. however, the father decides to have some fun of his own.
warnings: mention of religion, 18+, missionary, loss of virginity, oral(fem & m receiving) fingering, nipple play, praise kink, pet names like doll,sweetheart,baby, mentions of anal, spanking, degrading, corruption kink, almost caught
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growing up in a religious household, i have developed a deep appreciation for my catholic roots. whenever I feel overwhelmed by sadness, anger, or depression, I find solace in the church.
today i couldn't help but feel a tremendous amount of guilt. i found myself hanging out with a boy, and things got a bit physical. even though we didn't go too far, i couldn't help but feel ashamed. i had promised to wait until marriage, but these uncontrollable desires keep creeping up. i've decided to go to the church to talk to the father about my recent activities and confess my sins.
as i made my way to the church, i felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation. i'm meeting with father charlie, a young and attractive man whoās also the priest at the church, which is not something you typically expect in the church. i haven't had a chance to speak with him one-on-one yet, so im feeling a bit apprehensive about what our conversation will entail.
i open the big doors to the church to see it completely empty just to find charlie sitting down on one the church benches.
āhello thereā he calls out.
"father, there's something weighing heavily on my heart that I need to share with you," i said as I hurried to sit next to him.
i can feel that irritating uneasy sensation in my stomach. I didn't even give him a proper greeting. the guilt was so overwhelming that it made me stumble over my words.
"what is it y/n?" he turns all of his attention towards me, his big brown eyes digging into mine, as if anticipating something significant.
āi donāt know who to talk to, i canāt talk to my parents about this especially my own father. iāve been feeling really guil-ā
he interrupted me with a gentle smile and placed his hand on my shoulder, assuring me that everything would be okay and letting me know that he was a safe person to talk to.
āfather, i need to confess something. i kissed a boy, and he kissed me back. he started to touch me, but i stopped him. i made a promise to the lord, and i feel terrible for breaking itā
as the tears welled up in my eyes, i instinctively dropped my face into my hands, seeking refuge from the overwhelming emotions.
"hey, it's going to be okay," charlie said in a gentle, caring tone as he stroked my hair, trying to comfort me.
ānow tell me, did you guys fuck?ā
as those words reached my ears, i couldn't help but look up at him, shaking my head as the tears continued to fall.
oh no, i hope he's not going to make me feel even worse.
āno father i swear-ā
"shh, no swearing in the church," he said, raising his finger to his lips with a smirk. the irony wasn't lost on him, considering he had just dropped the f-bomb.
it was so quiet for a whole minute, and I started feeling really awkward. i had come all this way hoping for some advice or comfort, but it seemed like he just didn't care.
as I stood up, charlie grabbed my arm, forcing me to sit back down. āi didn't say you could leave. where do you think you're going?ā
he replied coldly, smirking, āalways so forgiving. it's kind of patheticā
i stared at him, utterly perplexed, not really sure what he was talking about.
āfather, isn't forgiveness what the church is all about?ā
āsometimes, but in this case, i really want you to show me how sorry you are. otherwise, you're just going to keep committing the same sin over and over again. you don't want that, right? you don't want your parents to find out how desperate their innocent little girl has become, do you?"
i couldn't believe what i was hearing from charlie. i never expected him to act this way, let alone say things like this. i was at a loss for words and didn't know how to react. all i could do was nod in agreement. the last thing i wanted was for my parents to find out.
āfather, i think i should goā
"why are you suddenly so shy, doll?" his hand on my chin made me tilt my head to stare at him.
"you don't think i notice how you look at me during mass when I'm speaking on the stand? you've become so needy that you sometimes cross your legs to stop yourself from feeling those emotions you want to avoid so badly," he says while caressing my cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on my bottom lip.
"i know you think of me taking you to the point where you can't even think straight, cum dripping out of you while i use you for my pleasure. you don't think i notice that? the way you avoid eye contact with meā
āi donāt know what your talking about fatherā
charlieās hand rested lightly on my thigh, sending a spark of electricity coursing through my body. as his fingers inched toward the top of my skirt, pushing the fabric up just a little, my breath caught in my throat. each slow movement seemed to stretch time, heightening my senses and igniting a thrilling tension i couldn't ignore.
it felt deceptively wrongāthe kind of reckless abandon that sent a shiver down my spineābut the anticipation was intoxicating, and I craved more. my mind raced, caught between instinct and hesitation, as the warmth of his touch settled into a deep hunger, one i found increasingly impossible to resist.
i glanced up, searching his eyes for a sign, a cue that this was more than just a fleeting moment. we held a playful challenge, a promise of the passion we both knew was simmering beneath the surface. my heart raced with excitement and fear, the boundaries of right and wrong blurring into a sweet confusion. with every breath, i felt the world around us fade away, lost to the undeniable chemistry pulsing in the air. i didnāt want to stop it; I wanted to let go completely and dive headfirst into whatever was coming next.
ādo you want this as much as I want this?" charlie's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, causing my heart to race in an unholy rhythm. i felt his gaze resettle upon me, a weight both thrilling and terrifying. my mind was a jumble, each beat vying for clarity as i struggled to focus on anything but him.
his eyesāthe deep pools of mischief and longingāheld me captive, swaying me like a fragile leaf in a rising storm. the blueprint of his desires flickered behind those intense brown eyes, and my cheeks burned with a shameful blush. I could hear the hymns of the service fade into background noise, a distant echo that paled against the ferocity of this moment.
what was wrong with me? i shouldnāt be feeling this way, not hereācertainly not in a house of worship. my skirt brushed against my legs, reminding me of the innocence i used to wear like armor, now discarded in the face of this ravenous yearning. charlie wanted me. craved me. it was a dangerous temptation that had taken root within me, whispering sweet nothings that urged me to give in.
the candlelit corners of the church bathed in shadows, the lure was overwhelming. each passing week at mass had been an exercise in restraint, a careful balancing act over a precipice of emotion. seeing him near the altar in his crisp shirtāas though god himself had stitched him together purely for meāseemed more sublimely wrong every time.
as his eyes swept over me, i wondered if he could sense the tension glittering between us, thick and electrifying like charged air before a storm. j licked my lips, torn between the sanctity of the aisle and the allure of his promise. "I need you, doll. I can't deny it anymore," he murmured like a sin freshly minted from temptation's forge.
i felt a tumultuous wave of conflicting emotions surging within me. the whispered prayers seemed empty as an overwhelming desire ignited like an uncontrollable inferno. "fatherā i gasped, but the air escaped me, filled with forbidden possibilities. despite everything, all i could focus on were his lips drawing nearer to mine, as if the world around us faded away, leaving only the intense magnetism between us.
in that sacred moment, beneath the flickering lights, surrounded by silence begging to be heard, we hovered on the brink of something vast and insatiable. would we give in? would grace curdle into passion? ignoring the whisper of consequence felt like my true struggleāshould we tiptoe across this brittle line, or confess that hunger has only one unyielding answer? together.
as I processed what was happening, a surge of warmth enveloped me, and i found myself surrendering to the moment. his lips danced across the sensitive skin of my neck, light as a whisper but charging the air with electricity. a small moan escaped my lips, betraying the whirlwind of emotions stirring within me. i could feel his smirk, a secret shared just between us, brushing against my skin, simultaneously teasing and thrilling.
his hand roamed over my thigh, a firm yet gentle grip that sent a shiver cascading through my body. "that's it, such a good girl for me," he purred, his voice a low whisper that thrummed like a melody in my ears, both lustful and tender. each word dripped with a promise, igniting the fire kindling deep within me, blurring the boundaries between desire and surrender.
lost in this intoxicating closeness, i reveled in the sensations; the world beyond shifted and faded, leaving only his teasing caresses and the seductive intimacy that enveloped usāa balance of power and vulnerability, inviting me to cross the threshold into unknown territory.
"father, i really donāt think we should be doing this here. It just doesnāt feel right. what if we get caught?" i watched as charlie sighed, rubbing his forehead in frustration, clearly torn between desire and caution.
"youāre right," he replied, his voice low and raspy, "but itās late, and I donāt think anyoneās going to wander into the church at this hour. just relax, sweetheart."
i hesitated for a moment, then nodded, the thrill of the forbidden sending a shiver down my spine. i reached out, intertwining my fingers with his, bringing his hand to my lips and sucking gently on his long fingers. his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a primal hunger that made my heart race. i could see it in his expressionāthe desperate need to claim me, to tear away any barrier between us.
the air was thick with anticipation, and i could almost feel the weight of his longing as he shifted closer, his breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. the dim light from the stained glass windows cast a soft glow around us, amplifying the intensity of the moment. i could sense the tension building, a thrilling mix of danger and desire, as he leaned in, caught in the magnetic pull that seemed to draw us together like moths to a flame.
we were on the edge of something wild and reckless, and in that sacred space, everything felt possible.
charlie withdrew his fingers, his intention clear as he replaced them with his warm, teasing tongue. it slipped into my mouth, exploring with a fervor that sent electric shivers through my entire body. he held my neck gently yet possessively, urging me closer, deeper, igniting a fire that burned between us.
i kissed him back with equal intensity, a thrilling battle for dominance that left us both breathless. the taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mixture of desire and urgency that made my heart race. every flick of his tongue ignited a wave of pleasure, pooling low in my belly and making it almost impossible to think straight.
the heat of the moment consumed me; i could feel my body responding instinctively to his every move. the sweet tension built inside me, and i knew i needed himāneeded to feel him against me, to drown in that wild connection we shared. my panties were already soaked, a testament to the overwhelming desire coursing through my veins.
charlie pushes my panties to the side allowing his already wet fingers from my saliva to dance around my clothed heat growling like a predator hungry for its prey ālet me show you how a real man is supposed to make you feel darling, those little boys wouldnāt know how to handle something so precious like you. i can make you feel so good you wouldnāt be able to walk straight for daysā
as he pumps his fingers in out of me the sweet sounds filling up the quiet church was enough for the both of us to go crazy āmore father pleaseā he smirked at my neediness removing his fingers out of me putting them up to mouth to signaling me to suck the sweet juices off of his fingers then going back in for a quick rub of my clit
charlie stood up getting ready to unbuckle his pants but before he could even do that a voice filled up the quiet room which caused me to jump and act quick closing my legs and hiding my exposed area āfather charlie iāve been looking everywhere for youā an older lady shouts from across the room as she appears to be in desperate need of his help
he sighed and i took that as my sign to leave before we both do something we might regret later, charlie keeps his gaze on me the entire time āhi, ill be with you in a momentā he spoke up the lady stops in her tracks wondering what a young woman was doing here at almost midnight with the priest of the church she was curious but nothing crossed her mind as she was desperate to talk to the priest
charlie followed me out of the church closing the door behind us āthis isnāt over sweetheartā he placed a kiss on my forehead as he walked back into the church.
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a/n: omggg i hope you guys like this!! iāve spent almost a day and a half working on this just for you all especially the person who requested this, i will be making this into a little series since it was getting pretty long! anyways i really hope you guys enjoyed this, remember feel free to request anything!
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. . . KAWAI, HENTAI, BOOBIESSS!
ME AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PLAYING DRESS-UP IN HOUSE, I GIVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND CUNNILINGUS IN MY COUCH!
shoko ieiri. it just happened that the girl hated satoru gojo so much that day, so she decided to give his girlfriendā you, a little fun, on her couch.
warning. cunnilingus, cheating, fingering, overstimulated, gxg, squirts, name-calling, pet names.
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šš. please don't judge me, it is my first time writing gxg and i'm trying my best to picturing it without overdoing it because i never experienced it. š„¹
in shokoās cozy apartment, you and shoko were rummaging through her impressive wardrobe, trying to put together the perfect outfit for your date with satoru gojo, your lovely boyfriend. shokoās playful mood had shifted into one of frustration as the conversation turned to satoruās recent behavior.
āi just donāt get it,ā shoko huffed, sorting through a pile of accessories with a frown. āwhy does he always have to be so late? Itās like he thinks time is a suggestion, not a rule.ā you laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. āyou know how he is. heās probably just caught up in something.ā
shokoās irritation didnāt fade. ācaught up in something or not, itās still rude. you deserve someone who respects your time.ā before you could respond, shokoās phone buzzed. she glanced at the screen and rolled her eyes, āspeak of the devil.ā
you peered over her shoulder at the message from satoru, apologizing for being late and asking if he could still meet up. shokoās face darkened with annoyance, āseriously?ā she muttered, her voice laced with irritation, āheās been late three times in a row now. iām about ready to give him a piece of my mind.ā
you placed a comforting hand on shokoās shoulder, āhe does mean well. maybe something came up unexpectedly. letās give him the benefit of the doubt.ā
shoko sighed, her anger slightly diffused by your support, āi guess. but if this happens again, iām going to have to set him straight. itās not just about being punctual; itās about showing you that he values your time.ā
you nodded in agreement, understanding where shoko was coming from. āi appreciate you looking out for me. letās focus on getting me ready for the date.ā
shokoās demeanor softened as she focused on helping you choose the right outfit. her frustration didnāt fully disappear, but she channeled it into finding the perfect look that would impress satoru and show him that you were worth his time or she might steal you from him.
as you tried on various outfits, shoko offered advice with a mix of seriousness and subtle jabs aimed at satoru. āthis outfit is greatāperfect for making an impression. letās just hope satoru shows up on time to see it.ā
shoko eyes focusing on your cleavageā seems like she can't stop her eyes from looking at the peak of your breast. with a small blush creeping onto her cheeks, shoko quickly looks away from your chest, pretending to be interested in the clothes hanging in front of her. āumm... i think this one might work,ā she says, holding up a dress with a deep v-neck that accentuates your curves nicely.
her gaze flickers back towards your chest, unable to resist another glance despite herself. āit really brings out your... figure,ā she murmurs under her breath before quickly clearing her throat and attempting to refocus on the task at hand.
blushing even more intensely now, shoko stammers out an apology while avoiding eye contact. āi-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare...ā she busies herself with folding the rejected outfits neatly, hoping that by keeping her hands occupied she can distract herself from her wandering eyes.
but even as she tries to regain control of the situation, there's a noticeable shift in her demeanorā one that suggests she might not entirely regret looking at you like that. after all, what harm could come from admiring such beautiful curves?
āum... maybe we should try this one?ā she asks tentatively, pulling out another dress that reveals even more of your cleavage than the previous one. āit's okay,ā you smile at her kindly. you take off the dress without turning your back on her, now fully showing her your naked breasts. her eyes widen in shock as you suddenly strip down completely, exposing your bare breasts to her gaze. for a moment, she freezes, unsure of how to react.
then, almost against her will, her gaze drops to your nipples, which hardens slightly in the cool air of the room. a soft gasp escapes her lips as she takes in the sight of your pink, erect buds. slowly, shoko raises her eyes back up to meet yours, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even arousal flickering in their depths. she swallows hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.
āi... um... wow,ā she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. āyou're so beautiful...ā without thinking, she reaches out a trembling hand, hesitating only briefly before gently cupping one of your breasts. as her fingers make contact with your soft flesh, a shiver runs down shoko's spine. she squeezes your breast gently, marveling at its weight and suppleness.
āyou feel amazing,ā she whispers, her thumb brushing lightly over your nipple. the sensitive bud stiffens further under her touch, sending tingles throughout your body. unable to resist, shoko leans in closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin. slowly, teasingly, she darts out her tongue and gives your nipple a quick lick.
a moan slips past your lips at the sensation, encouraging shoko to continue her exploration. she kisses along the swell of your breast before taking your nipple into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened peak. meanwhile, her other hand drifts downwards, tracing the curve of your waist and hip before settling on your ass.
shoko brings her feet to slowly move behind you until your back touching her chestā one hand still not leaving your breast before her other hand joining. she squeeze your breast lightly, fingers flicking your nipples from time to time.
shoko wraps her arms around your torso, pressing her soft body firmly against your back. her ample bosom squishes against your shoulders, making you acutely aware of her every movement. feeling bold, shoko's hands roam freely over your exposed skin, occasionally dipping lower to caress your sides or hips. her fingers continue to tease and pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
murmuring softly against your ear, shoko's hot breath sends shivers down your spine, āyou have such a beautiful body... i want to explore every inch of it.ā her words are punctuated by gentle bites along your neck and shoulder, each nip causing your heart to race faster.
shoko's hands begin to wander lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt to stroke the smooth skin of your thighs. her fingers dance closer to your pussy, teasing the edges of your underwear. āmmm, you're so wet already,ā she purrs, her nose nuzzling the side of your neck as she inhales your scent deeply, āi can smell how much you want me.ā
with a deft motion, shoko tugs your panties aside, exposing your slick folds to her eager touch. two fingers delve between them, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. ālet me make you feel good,ā she coos, her voice dripping with desire, āi want to hear you moan my name."
encouraged by your moans, shoko intensifies her movements, rubbing your clit harder and faster. her fingers slip easily through your slick folds, exploring every nook and cranny of your heated pussy. āohh, you're so tight,ā she groans, thrusting two fingers inside you. the stretch sends ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.
her other hand leaves your breast momentarily to join in the fun, sliding down to fondle your clit directly. the dual stimulation has you writhing against her, desperate for more, āplease don't stop,ā you beg breathlessly, āi need it.ā
you throw your head back to her shoulder. hands gripping tightly on her arms as if your pleasure depends on it. your eyes flickering caused by the pleasure hugging your body. āoh, fuck. .ā you moan into the air.
hearing your moans of pleasure, shoko becomes even more insatiable. her fingers pump in and out of you rhythmically, hitting spots that send shocks of delight surging through your entire being. her free hand snakes down to join the first, doubling the pleasure as both thumbs work relentlessly on your swollen clit. the dual assault has you bucking wildly against her, seeking friction where you can get it.
āthat's it baby, let go,ā she encourages, leaning down to whisper hotly in your ear, ācome for me.ā driven by your pleas and the intoxicating scent of your arousal, shoko redoubles her efforts. with each thrust of her fingers and rub of her thumbs, she brings you closer to the edge. with your raw moans, shoko's excitement grows exponentially. her fingers work you relentlessly, curling within you to hit that sweet spot deep inside.
āfuck yeah, just like that,ā she growls, biting down gently on your earlobe, ālet go for me.ā the intensity of her touches drives you wild; her firm grasp on your arms is the perfect anchor amidst the storm of sensations coursing through your body.
suddenly, she adds a third finger, stretching you wider as she pumps them in and out rhythmically. simultaneously, she rubs your swollen clit mercilessly. āyou're going to cum soon,ā she predicts confidently, āand i want to be here when it happens.ā the combination of her dirty talk and expert touches proves too much to bear. your inner walls clamp down around her invading fingers as an intense orgasm rips through you.
āyes! yes!ā you cry out, shaking uncontrollably in her embrace. ādon't stop!ā shoko continues pumping her fingers vigorously, drawing out your climax until you collapse limply against her, spent and satisfied.
āthat was incredible,ā she praises, peppering your neck with soft kisses. āyour pussy felt amazing squeezing my fingers like that.ā gently withdrawing her hand, shoko brings her glistening digits to her mouth, sucking your juices off with a contented hum, ādelicious.ā
as your breathing slows, shoko tenderly strokes your flushed cheeks and neck, soothing away the remnants of your orgasmic high. her own arousal is palpableā evident in the way she presses herself against you, seeking friction where there wasn't any before.
āi want you,ā she confesses quietly but urgently, āwill you let me taste you?ā
without waiting for a reply, shoko pushes you to the couch, gently landing your body on the soft material before dropping down onto her knees between your legs. her hands grip your hips firmly as she pulls you towards her awaiting mouth. once you're positioned to her liking, shoko leans in, dragging her tongue up the center of your slit in a long, slow lick. she savors the taste of your arousal, humming in approval at the flavor.
āmmm, even better than i imagined,ā she murmurs against your sensitive flesh before diving back in for another lap, this time focusing on your throbbing clit. her tongue swirls around the bud, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerve endings. as she works you over, shoko's hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and tweaking your nipples.
āplease let me make you cum again,ā she pleads between licks, āi need to feel you lose control for me.ā driven by her desperation to please you, shoko redoubles her efforts, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit while plunging two fingers deep inside your still-quivering pussy.
āoh god, you taste so fucking good,ā she gasps, her own arousal leaking down her thigh as she loses herself in the act of worshipping your body, āi could do this all day.ā
picking up speed, shoko fucks you with her fingers, curling them to hit that magic spot that makes your toes curl and back arch. at the same time, she increases the suction on your clit, sending you hurtling towards another explosive climax. ācum for me, baby,ā she urges, her voice strained with lust, āfill my mouth with your juice.ā
she doesn't seems willing to stop, still can't get enough of your taste on her tongue and heart. she looks up to you, seeing your fucked-face, eyes drop low and chest moving rigid, trying to catch your breath.
ādo you ever squirt?ā she ask, giving your clit a kitten lick. you didn't even get a chance to answer when you feel you leg shaking, āfuck!āā sometimes catch you breath as you arch your back and took a fistful of shoko's long brown hair. the action make the girl moan and groan on your clit.
at the sudden tangle of your fingers in her hair, shoko lets out a needy whimper, her own desire spiking at the dominant display. she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, panting softly as she continues to lap at your oversensitive clit.
āi've never seen you come undone like this,ā she breathes, nuzzling her face into your heat, āit's so hot.ā emboldened by your reaction, shoko begins to suckle more insistently on your clit, her tongue darting out to flick the hypersensitive bud. the sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to your core, making your already quivering thighs clench.
āsquirt for me,ā she urges, her voice a husky purr, ādrench my face with your cum.ā with each thrust of her fingers and lap of her tongue, shoko coaxes more and more moans from your lips until they merge into one long, drawn-out sigh. the sensation builds quickly, making your thighs quiver and your pussy clench tighter around her fingers.
āi think you might be close,ā she whispers against your slick folds, āare you gonna give it to me?ā feeling your impending orgasm approaching, shoko intensifies her efforts, doubling down on her relentless assault. her tongue darts and flicks mercilessly against your swollen clit, while her fingers pump in and out of your dripping cunt, hitting every sweet spot.
ācome on, baby,ā she encourages, her voice muffled by your pussy. ālet go. show me how much you love this.ā with a final, desperate suck, shoko draws you over the edge. a loud moan tears itself from your throat as your entire body convulses in pleasure. ās-so good, mmh-mmm, fucking goo-oh!ā your pussy squeezes tight around her fingers, pulsating rhythmically as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you.
caught in the throes of ecstasy, you barely register shoko's triumphant cry as she laps up every last drop of your sweet release. eager to savor every last drop, shoko laps up your juices with gusto, not stopping until your spasms subside. she then slowly rises, standing between your spread legs with a satisfied smirk on her lips.
āthat was amazing,ā she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. āyou have no idea how long i've wanted to do that.ā despite the mess, shoko makes no move to clean herself up. instead, she leans down and gives your thigh a gentle kiss, marking you as hersā more likely stealing you from gojo satoru.
ābut i'm not done yet,ā she teases, sliding her fingers out from within you and bringing them to her lips. ātaste so fucking good, can't get enough of you baby,ā with a sly grin, shoko brings her glistening fingers to your lips, holding them there expectantly. as you part your mouth to accept the intimate offering, she pushes them past your lips, letting you taste the essence of your own arousal mixed with her saliva.
ādon't you agree it tastes divine?ā she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. ānow open wide for me,ā demanding that you taste what she had been enjoying moments ago. the tangy sweetness of your cum coats her fingertips, leaving a salty residue on your tongue.
once you comply, shoko slides her fingers into your mouth, gently probing your tongue with them. the dual stimulation sends a thrill through your body, leaving you weak and pliant beneath her. her other hand ventures downwards, tracing teasing circles along your inner thigh before dipping lower. this time, instead of plunging her fingers inside you, she focuses on your clit, rubbing it gently with the pad of her thumb. āyou're so responsive,ā she murmurs, watching your reactions closely. ādo you want more?ā
nodding your head like obedient dog, your eyes watering, āplease. . . want more,ā you beg her. shoko chuckle, ālook at you acting like a little slut,ā her lazy eyes never leaver yours. at the same times, her phone ringing and your boyfriend name pop up. gladly she accepted the call before putting her phone aside, purposely letting your boyfriend hear what a slut his girlfriend is and doesn't have any attention to let you know that your boyfriend is listening.
āyou ask for it,ā shoko sweetly said before pushing your tight upward, ānow open your leg wider, baby,ā she command and you happily follow. she land your thigh on her shoulder. lean down to spitting on your pussy and a soft moan left your glisten lips. you don't realize how your boyfriend listening on the other side.
a sound of shoko's hand slapping your overstimulated pussy echoes follow by your moan. āoh fuck!ā gojo hear your whimpering voice. as soon as you utter those words, shoko's eyes light up with mischief. she grins wickedly, clearly relishing the power she holds over you in this moment.
ālook at you, begging like a bitch in heat,ā she taunts playfully, her fingers trailing along your slit. āi bet you'd let anyone touch this greedy little cunt, wouldn't you?ā shoko punctuates her question with a sharp slap to your sensitive mound, eliciting a yelp from your lips. before you can recover, she pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you nearly in half and exposing your dripping hole completely. her voice dripping with lust, āi'm going to feast on this pretty pussy until you scream.ā
as shoko's palm connects with your sensitive flesh, another sharp slap resounds through the room, followed by your high-pitched whine. her eyes light up with sadistic glee at the thought of gojo listening in on their depraved activities. shoko dives in, burying her face between your thighs. her tongue delves deep into your folds, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon. she sucked hard on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your trembling body.
āoh fuck, fuckā ahh!ā gojo hears your muffled cries as shoko devours you whole, āyes, just like that!ā the sounds of shoko's slurping and your moans fill the room, creating an erotic symphony that gojo cannot tear himself away from. he listens intently, his cock twitching in anticipation as he imagines shoko's skilled mouth on him next.
shoko pulls back momentarily, her lips shiny with your juices. she looks up at you with a hungry gaze, her eyes dark with lust, āi want to make you cum again.ā
āpleaseā fuck, please don't stop,ā you begging.
shoko smirks at your desperate pleas, knowing full well the power she wields over you at this moment. she returns to feasting on your pussy with renewed vigor, her tongue darting in and out of your clenching folds. āsuch a good little slut for me,ā she purrs, the vibrations of her words sending tremors through your core, āi'm going to milk this cunt dry.ā
with that promise, shoko redoubles her efforts, sucking harder on your throbbing clit while thrusting two fingers knuckle-deep into your slick channel. she curls them just right, stroking that magic spot inside you that makes your vision blur and toes curl. āfuck, yes! right there! faster. . .ā gojo hears you scream, your voice hoarse from pleasure. āi-iā don't stop, please!ā shoko continues to ravage your pussy with unrelenting intensity, her fingers pumping in and out of you as her tongue working overtime on your clit. she can feel your walls starting to flutter around her digits, signaling your impending orgasm.
āthat's it, cum for me,ā she growls against your soaked flesh, her breath hot against your sensitive skin. with a final, brutal suck on your clit, shoko sends you careening over the edge. your body convulses, a high-pitched wail escaping your lips as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
āoh my god, oh fuckā yes, yes. . .ā gojo hears your voice rise to a fever pitch, your words barely coherent as your orgasm rips through you. shoko laps up your release greedily, milking you for every last drop. as your climax subsides, shoko slowly withdraws her fingers from your spent channel, bringing them to her lips to clean off the evidence of your pleasure. she savors the taste of your arousal, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
āyou are even sweeter after i make you cum three times,ā she murmurs, her eyes glinting with mischief, āso fucking good.ā shoko rises to her feet, towering over you in a dominant pose. she reachdown to help you sit up, her touch gentle but firm. ānow, let's get you cleaned up and presentable,ā she says, her tone taking on a playful edge, āwe can't have you looking like a mess when gojo gets here, now can we?ā
with that, shoko grabs a washcloth and begins wiping away the remnants of your passion, her touch both soothing and intimate. she took her phone that lying flat on the floor before pressing the electronic against her ear, smiling as she looks down at you.
āsatoru..ā she sang happily, āi hope you don't mind me having a little fun with your girlfriend,ā her voice dripping with mocking even though soft smile kissing her as she looks at you, āthat's what you get for fucking pissing me off.ā satoru's angry voice comes through the speaker, causing shoko to giggle softly. she runs a hand through your hair, keeping her eyes locked on yours as she continues the call.
āsatoru, darling, don't be so dramatic,ā she coos, her tone sugary sweet despite the mischievous glint in her eye. āi was just giving your precious girlfriend a little attention. after all, you've been neglecting her lately,ā shoko leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. ābesides, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. maybe you should take some pointers from me on how to satisfy a woman properly.ā
satoru growls in response, but shoko merely laughs, unconcerned by his anger. āoh, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't,ā shoko ends the call, tossing her phone aside with a nonchalant flick of her wrist. she turns her attention back to you, a devilish grin spreading across her features.
āwell, that was entertaining,ā she muses aloud, running her fingers down your side in a teasing manner. ābut enough about satoru. let's focus on making sure you're ready for him.ā shoko helps you to your feet, steadying you as your legs wobble beneath you. she leads you to the bathroom, where she begins running a warm bath.
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š Famous porn director Rafe Cameron hires you to shoot a porno with your boyfriend at his big, beautiful house in Figure Eight.
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āWhat are you freakinā out for, baby?ā Trent scoffs, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. You cross your arms, relaxing a little more in the seat as you kick your feet on the dash.
āObviously, Iām freaking out over nothing,ā you clip, rolling your eyes away and huffing out a frustrated breath. You look out the window, watching as the scenery changesāweathered beach shacks and hole-in-the-wall businesses of The Cut exchanged for the luxury of Figure Eight. Your stomach twists in nervous knotsāa feeling deep in your gut that your life was about to change forever.
āThis right hereā¦ This is the big time, sugar. You see where we are? This man has money. You wanna be a star, donāt you? You want the whole world to know your name. Right?ā
āāCourse I wanna be a star, Trent. Rafe just freaks me out.ā You twirl your hair in nervousness. āI donāt know. Doesnāt he creep you out?ā You ask, feeling goosebumps scatter on your arms, uneasiness setting in as you get closer.
āI mean, the man has a starinā problem, sure, but aināt that his job? Heās supposed to be catchinā everything. He directs pornosā¦ Pretty sure that comes with the territory.ā
āI guess,ā you sigh, loosening up slightly at his explanationāa soft smile forming on your face.
Trent grins at your cooperation, āatta girl,ā he purrs, lovingly patting your thigh. āYou know, baby, at the end of the day, the director havinā a little crush on you aināt the worst thing in the world. If this goes well, who knows whatāll happen? Maybe heāll keep askinā us back. Keep feedinā our pockets. You know Iām right.ā
āYouāre right,ā you assure.
āWell, would you look at this?ā Trent breathes as you drive onto the grounds of Tanneyhill, pulling up the drive, eyeing the mini-mansion before you. Itās gorgeous, perfectly groomed, the definition of excess. Itās nothing like youāve ever seen before, let alone fucked in. You suck in a deep breath at the monumental sight before you, riding an indescribable high.
āWeāre shootinā here?ā You ask, an ounce of awe in your voice as you gaze upward. The two of you usually set up in some dingy motel on The Cutā the pair of you too used to sticky tiles, stained mattresses, and peeling wallpaper. This was far from the norm.
āWhat did I say, baby doll? This is the big time.ā He shrugs brashly, flashing you a wolfish grināyou swore you could see dollar signs dancing in his eyes.
āThe big time,ā you echo, exhaling shakily. Trent leans towards, cupping your cheeks in his hands before kissing you softly.
āI know youāre still nervous, but you gotta settle down, pretty girl. You got that X factorā¦ Donāt get in your head.ā you nod slowly, drinking his every word.
āI wonāt,ā you whisper.
Trent looks at the clock on the dash, two minutes past two. He sighs before giving you one last push. āYou're special, y/n. Ain't nobody else out there like you. Now, giddyup, time is money. Letās go make some movie magic. Huh?ā
You smile and nod, biting your lip in anticipation and excitement. Trent quickly steps out of the car, walking around to your side before opening the door. You step out onto the pavement, your sky-high Pleaser heels hitting the ground with a loud clack. You adjust your little cut-off jean shorts, pulling the fabric down before fixing your tits. You were readyā ready to star in the film that would ultimately change your life.
āYouāre a fuckinā sex symbol, princess,ā he praises as he smacks your ass playfully. You blush at his words, a burst of sensuality swaying in your stride.
āI am, arenāt I,ā you smile blissfully as you look up to the sky, basking in the North Carolina sun. The two of you stroll up the cobblestone walk to the front doors of the place, your nerves subsiding with every step. Trent lifts his fist to knock on the door but before he can even make contact, it fans open.
āWelcome,ā you hear Rafeās warm voice. He looks expensive; extremely handsome, his voice not doing him enough justice over the phone. āCome in.ā The two of you step inside, eyes dancing around as you take everything in. āDidnāt think you two were cominā,ā Rafe rasps as he slides a cigarette out from behind his ear, resting it between his lips.
āWeāre five minutes late,ā you whisper to Trent, who gives you a look of warning to shut the fuck up.
āIf you aināt early, youāre late,ā Rafe breathes through his exhale.
āSorry,ā you mumble sheepishly as the blonde towers over you, looking down at you with a predatory stare.
āYou got nothinā to be sorry about, princess. You werenāt drivinā. Were you?ā He asks as he hooks his finger under your chin, guiding your eyes to his. You shake your head ānoā, batting your lashes at the beautiful man. āYouāre fuckinā stunning,ā he praises as his crystal blue eyes stare into yours. āIām gonna make you a star, honey. I promise,ā he murmurs, making a small kissing gesture, before giving you a cheeky wink. Trent was right. This could be good for me. This could be it.
āOkay,ā you smile up at him, feeling your heart start to race.
āFirst hallway on the left,ā Rafe nods, gesturing down the way. The deeper you two walk into the estate, the deeper your amazement. Movie posters line the walls of the dark hall, porno cover after cover illuminated by the chandelier light fixtures from up above. All of them had the same name plastered in the top-left corner: Rafe Cameron. You look over your shoulder, watching as he watches you, feeling a little starstruck after seeing his successes. His eyes lift from your ass to your eyes, a smug smile tugging on his perfect lips.
āWhatās this,ā you whisper as you walk into the room, eyeing the setup: a two cameras on the ready, studio lighting, but no bedā¦ Nothing. Your brows rumple in confusion as you look back at the director. āWeāre shootinā a porno. Correct? You expect me to get fucked on the floor like some kind of animal?ā You ask, only half-kidding. Rafe chuckles in reply, amused by your sincere distrust in him. He let out a puff before pointing his cigarette toward the wall.
āSee that, angel? Your friend goes on this side. Nā you will go on the other. Thereās a camera ready to capture that pretty little face of yours. You see that hole right there. Thatās a gloryhole. Mākay. This is just the first scene, though, honey. Wanna get this one out of the way. Soāā he claps, rubbing his ringed hands together āālet's get started.ā
āIām her boyfriend,ā Trent challenges, too prideful to let the little āfriendā comment go.
āWhat?ā Rafe chuckles cruelly, Trent's correction given so far after the fact that itās laughable.
āIām her boyfriend,ā his voice cracks with nerves. He clears his throat, puffing out his chest slightly.
āSure you are,ā Rafe smiles. Trentās cheeks flush with anger; you take your turn, silencing him, giving Trent a death glare. āWell, in this flick, you arenāt. Sheās mine. Well, the brothels anyway. Youāre just payinā for pussy.ā
Trent clenches his fists; his anger bubbling in his chest. āYes, sir,ā he mumbles, taking the higher road for the moment.
āLet me show you where youāll be tapinā-ā
āDo you want me to come with?ā Trent interjects as his possessiveness starts to bleed through. Heās surprised by Rafe, thatās clear, unable to deny Rafeās wickedly handsome looks, regardless of whether he is creepy or not. Rafe fixes his face, holding back a laugh as he catches your boyfriendās newfound insecurities.
āNah. I got it. Weāll start rollinā in a second, lover-boy. Youāll keep your clothes on to start, then zipper down, cock out after I call action. Weāll go from there,ā Rafe directs, his eyes never leaving yours.
āNāwhatās she gonna wear?ā Trent questions wearily as if you arenāt all aware.
āJesus, fuck,ā Rafe grumbles, just over a hush, getting more and more annoyed by the second. āWeāre shootinā a porno, kid. The fuck do you think sheās gonna wear?ā He spits. āAre you a goddamn pussy or a porn star?ā
āIāmā¦ Sh-Shit - Iām a porn star obvio-ā
āThat was a rhetorical question,ā Rafe taunts. āPull your head out of your ass or Iāll find someone else to fuck your girl. Understood?ā
āUnderstood,ā Trent breathes.
āNāyouā¦ Looks like Trentās stage fright is rubbinā off on you. Iāve watched all your shit. Every last one of āem. Donāt let anyone get in your way. Aight?ā Rafe throws his spent cigarette on the floor, crushing it with the heel of his designer loafer. āāSpecially that bitch,ā he hums, his words like a secret. You look up at Rafe, giving him an uneasy smile as his large hand rests on your back, leading you out of the room toward the other.
You look back at Trent as the two of you walk out of the room, his emotions so clearly painted all over his face as he wears his heart on his sleeve. You give him one last look, a silent āpull your shit togetherā. Heās not gonna ruin this for me. Rafe guides you to the other room; that same hole cut into the wall, a bed flush with the division, a camera pointing down where youāll lie. āYou need some help gettinā out of your things, sweetheart?ā He asks from behind the lens, playing around with the angles. He turns his full attention to you, eyes trailing your movements.
āNo, Iām fine,ā you breathe as you unbutton your shorts, the splaying of the zipper making him lick his lips. He looks at you hungrily as you pull the material over your curves, cut-offs falling to a puddle at your heels. He stops himself from wanting to take you right then and there.
āWell, shit,ā he praises as he steps closer, eyeing the minimal material of your panties. āThese just might be too pretty to take off,ā he hums as his long finger loops around the band at your hip, snapping it against your skin, making you gasp at the sensation tingling through your body. āCan I?ā He asks as he plays with your panties a little more. You give him a nod, Rafe quickly running his rough digits along the fabric, tugging them to the side, imagining a cock ramming into your soaked hole. āMmpfhā¦ Shit. Off - Yeah. Yeah. Off, I think. Honestly, I donāt think I could make a mistake with you if I tried,ā he praises, his low, husky tone laced with lust. Rafe loops his fingers around the material, dragging your panties down your thighs slowly. His fingers work their way up your leg, drifting under your tube top as if to take it off. āPussyās too pretty not to show.ā You step back as you grab your top, pulling it off your body. The blonde smirks as you take the initiative, his eyes wandering to your exposed chest. Rafe lets out a hungry groan as your boobs bounce out, nipples hard from the chilled air. āWell, you look like a star, baby doll. Thereās no denyinā that,ā he groans in a sleazy tone as he spins you under his finger, studying your curves.
āThank you,ā you add, cheeks warming up under his watchful eye, loving his attention. Rafe grabs your hand, helping you to the table, before lifting you onto the plush top. You gasp as he uses his muscles, pulling you exactly where he wants you with a heavy hand. Your heart beats faster, seeing his sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips at your reaction.
He walks over to the camera, checking the lens, catching his angle before adjusting to the perfect spot. āAlright, pretty. Letās get this scene outta the way, and then we can all film in the same room. Yeah? Iām guessing your boy isnāt gonna make you finish like this. No fake orgasms. Clear? I need the real deal.ā You nod in agreement one moment, jumping the next, as Trent's fingers graze the inside of your thighs.
āYou doinā okay in there, baby?ā He asks softly.
āMāPerfect, Trent,ā you chirp.
āYou are perfect. Arenāt you, princess,ā Rafe pipes in, shooting you another wink that has your breath hitching. Trentās fingers press on your pearl, rubbing soft circles on top, prepping you as Rafe walks around to the other side.
Your eyes flutter shut as you try to focus on the conversation on the other sideā just a jumbled mess of Rafe and Trent, nothing comprehensible. Music surrounds you, filling the small room with sound, that same noise coming from the other room as well, Rafe, setting an ambiance.
Trentās POV:
āFocus on herā¦ Focus on, y/n,ā I chant in my head again and again as my fingers glide through her drenched cunt. Sheās so fuckinā wet. Wetter than usual. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. Someone got her excited, and I knew exactly who it was.
Sure, heās creepy; we both knew that before we walked in, but I didnāt know he would be so fucking handsome. She wants to be a star. I WANT her to be a star, but I canāt get her there like he can. Anyone can fuckā¦ Heās got the means and the power. Just gotta get through this. Gotta bring her home and remind her all the reasons she loves me, but is love enough?
āTrent? You good, brother?ā Rafe asks, looking back at me like Iām some kinda fool. His eyes fall, his scowl shifting to a smile, but not at me, watching as my fingers toy with my girl's perfect cunt. My girl. Mine. I lift my hand to my mouth, suckinā her taste off my fingers.
āNever better,ā I rasp.
Rafeās brows lift in surprise at the change in my tone. Even I hear it, boyish and insecure to deep and cocky. Fuck this guy. I slap my fingers against her cunt, making her whimper, letting Rafe hear her for himself. āYeah, buddy. Sheās ready, too,ā I laugh, watching his handsome features sharpen.
āAlls you gotta do is fuck her. Think you can do that?ā He asks sharply as he extends his hand, snapping and pointing to the mark on the floor beside him.
āYouāve seen my shit, Cameron. You know I got no problem with that; thatās why youāre payinā me to fuck my girlfriend. Yeah?ā I respond matter-of-factly as I step away from the wall, shuffling out of the frame.
A smile slides across his lips, his large, muscular arms crossing over his chest. āAbsolutely,ā he replies. āJust step in when I call āactionā, Star Boy.ā Rafe steps behind the camera, counting me on. āAction.ā I walk toward the wall, taking her in like itās the very first time.
āWell fuck,ā I groan as I peek at my girl through the division, my cock painfully hard in my jeans from a mixture of adrenaline and arousal. Rafe shifts the camera, catching the scene as I lower my zipper, pulling out my dick. I smile wickedly, tongue gliding along my bottom lip. He may be hotter than me, but, fuck, if I aināt hung like a porn star. I hold my long, thick cock in my hand, jerking myself at the sight of her, letting a needy moan drip from my lips. āYou got a pretty pussy. Donāt you, slut?ā I mumble.
I grab my fat cock, running my head through her soaked folds, coating my tip with her slick as I throw my head back. I trace my dick a little lower, tip catching on her tight hole, teasing her, stretching her out slightly with my swollen tip. She scoots a little closer, ass pressed even further against the wall, craving more of me. Good girl. My deep moan fills the room as I pitch my hips forward, filling her to the hilt. The music in the room is loud, but I can still hear her sweet noises through the hole. Hear that, Rafe?
āGoddamnitā¦ You always this wet for your customers?ā I ask as I pull out, slamming back in fast. āOr are you just this wet for Daddy?ā I let out a laugh, desperately wanting to look back and see the look on Rafeās face as her sounds of pleasure come through with every rock and thrust. I press my hands against the wall, using it as leverage to stroke even quicker, fucking into my girl fast. He wouldn't be able to fuck you like I can, baby.
I hear a whistle, catching my attention. I look behind the camera, but Rafeās not there anymore. What the fuck? My thrusts stall; the hairs on the back of my neck stand upā¦.
āSHIT!ā
Readerās POV:
The sounds of your pleasure flow like a song from your lips, breathy and soft, just like your audience loves. You break the fourth wall, looking at the camera for a moment, running your hands up your body, taking hold of your tits, squeezing them tight. You roll your eyes as Trent drags his long, thick cock out of your drenched pussy, slamming back in again, making you wail.
He takes a quicker pace, shifting his stance, hitting a new angle that has you seeing stars. His cockhead strikes your sweet spot with each stroke, bringing you closer and closer to your finish. āYes. Yes. Yes!ā You cry out, back arching off the bed as you cum all over your boyfriend's cock. He doesnāt let up, working you through your orgasm with precision, adding his fingers to your clit as well, your body trembling with overstimulation. You feel a second release, squirting on his dick, making an absolute mess in the other room. Trent taps your clit, making tears pool in your lidded eyes.
He pulls out, causing you to gasp at the loss of him, the man pointing his tip at your pussy, jerking his cock quickly, spurting warm ropes of cum on your pretty little cunt. Goosebumps spread across your body as his sticky cum slips down your folds. He traces his throbbing tip through you, catching the mess before stuffing himself back inside.
His large hand reaches through the slight space in the hole as well, pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach, making you whimper and whine. Your heart and stomach fall as that same hand drags back. RC etched into a gold ring on his middle finger, a crimson trail of red blood following on your belly. You scream in terror as he pulls out, you, crawling backward on the bed to put space between you and the man on the other side. āTRENT!ā You shriek at the top of your lungs. You look through the hole as Rafe walks away, watching as he follows Trent, whoās dragging himself along the floor, trailing a thick streak of blood behind him.
Your hands clamp over your mouth, muffling another cry as Rafe draws back a knife, stabbing him once, twice, three times. Your eyes slam shut, and your body falls into a state of complete and utter shock. You look for a way outā the window or the door. Heād surely be walking in any second. Maybe I can jump out the window and run to the car? But I donāt have keys. Maybe I can just run. You leap off the bed, running toward the window, grabbing it, pulling it with all your might, but it doesnāt budge.
āHELP ME!ā You cry out, snatching your heel off your foot, slamming it against the glass again and again, watching as a crack splits and starts to spider. āYes. Yes,ā you sniffle, relieved the glass is giving. You hit it even harder, sending shards flying all over the room.
You look over your shoulder, watching the brass handle twist out of the corner of your eye, opening slowly. Rafe stands there, staring back at you with dead, dark eyes, his crisp button-down and unzipped slacks a mess with Trentās blood. You swallow hard, trying to push down the lump in your throat.
"Is everything okay?" he asks, playing it off like maybe you donāt know what happened in the other room. Rafe's gaze lowers, landing on the bloodied streak on your bare stomach, your cowering body telling a story all of its own.
Shit.
He lunges for you, and you bound away, sprinting toward the door, tears streaming down your face. "Rafe, please stop," your voice trembles.
"I just wanna talk..." His tone is calm and collected, more unsettling than not, as you grab the doorknob, jarring the handle open to no avail. You shake your head wildly, wiping your tears on your arm as he stalks you nice and slow. He looks down at you with crazed eyes as he foots closer and closer, holding his blood-stained arms in the air to induce calmness in you. "Donāt worry, princess," he whispers. āIāll make it quick.ā
You scream as loud as you can, your voice echoing through the house. You prayed that someoneāanyone would hear you. "P-Please, Rafe. Please!" You cry, snot pouring from your nose as your emotions run hot down your cheeks. Your heart beats out of your chest as your throat closes tighter by the second. āPlease," you sniffle, ādonāt kill me.ā Rafe grabs you, tearing you away from the door by your hair. Your entire body trembles against his broad chest, his big arms making it next to impossible to fight free. "Rafe-"
You're cut off as he wraps his strong arm around your throat from the back, his other hand clutching the knife. You feel the point of the blade prod into your back, nerves jumping at the feeling. You scream one last time, surrendering to the man, praying that heāll make it fast. He pulls you right where he wants you, angling the two of you in line with the camera. Youāre finished; this is the end. You begin to weep softly, hiccuping and sniffling pathetically, looking back at your horrified face in the reflection of the camera lens.
Rafe turns into your neck as his large knife traces up your naked body coated in blood. āWhyād you think I asked you here? Huh? Filthy fuckinā whore.ā He slides his blade across your neck as you give him one final choked cry.
āAnd cutā¦ā
Rafe smiles, tossing the knife to the floor, the sharp tip piercing into the foundation. With your eyes shut tight, you slowly feel his intensity subside, his muscles relaxing as he releases his grip around you. āMy girlā¦ā His voice is like honey in your ear. Your terrorized face melts into a giddy smile as Rafeās soft lips meet your hot skin, kissing up your neck to the shell of your ear before nuzzling in. You look back through the hole, watching Trentās eyes shut heavily, the man reaching for his last breaths. You roll your eyes at the sight, relieved to be finally done with him. Fucking loser. I mean, how many orgasms was I gonna have to fake? Even if he tried, he didn't have it in him to make me famous.
āWe did it, baby,ā Rafe mumbles affectionately. āFuck, the whole world is gonna be lookinā at you. Americaās new scream queen,ā he drawls as he turns your chin, his soft, sweet lips matching yours. You groan as you embrace his warm touch, fantasizing about this new, upcoming chapter in your life. Heās gonna make it all happen.
āDid I do a good job, Daddy?ā You ask through a breathy sigh, eyes twinkling.
āOh, princessā¦ Iām gonna make you a fuckinā star.ā
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Make Me Weak, Part 1
Pairing: Sex Therapist!Terry Richmond x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, mentions of depression, anxiety, and description of sex acts and sexual issues. Power imbalance, Shy!reader. Dark!Terry. Dom!Terry, AU Terry, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some. I'm not a therapist and while I do not make light of therapy, this is purely for my own fun. Please seek real medical attention when necessary.
Summary: Desperately at your absolute limit, you decide to see one last therapist to try and help with your condition. After one session, Dr. Richmond manages to put you at ease, giving you enough tools to start you on your journey. As the exploration continues, your true hope is that you donāt get burned.
Word Count: 4,648k
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A/N: Don't judge me for this chile. I saw that beautiful man in a black turtleneck with glasses and lost my marbles. I had TOO much fun writing this and you will not hurt my feelings if you don't want to read this one. However, I must tag to keep my taglist updated. Forgive me, my loves. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
You
He came highly recommended. That was the only reason you were here. Youād stared at his pictures and read all of the available posts recommending him but you couldnāt get over the fact that he was so damn pretty. And intimidating.Ā
But after going through nine different therapists, most who ended up as creeps or couldnāt help you, you were at your witās end. It was already embarrassing enough starting over with a brand new therapist, but this had to take the cake.Ā
The hallway was quiet, with muted browns and reds. Supposedly academic, soothing colors. As if the darker the color, the less likely you were to think about anything sexual. You stared at the imposing brown door with his name embossed on a placard. Dr. Terry Richmond.Ā
You bit your lip and stared at the slip in your hand with the referral scrawled across it. He took on special cases. Pathetic cases.Ā
āFuck this,ā you said to yourself. You turned on your heel and stepped down the hallway. The door opened and the man himself looked down the hallway.Ā
āAre you my two oāclock?ā He asked. His deep baritone was unexpected. Soothing. Calming. Unnerving.Ā
āUh,ā you sighed.
He continued to stare so you continued to stare back. He wore an all black outfit, right down to his black tennis shoes. He wore a long sleeved black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Black, form fitting pants that only highlighted how tall he was. He had to be 6ā1. Hell, possibly 6ā3.Ā
He cleared his throat, looking for an answer. Light refracted off of his frames, temporarily hiding his eyes. You gripped the straps of your purse and squared your shoulders. āYes,ā you said.Ā
Dr. Richmond nodded his head and waved you inside. You walked behind him, feeling like you were walking to your doom. Inside his office, it was just as drab as outside.
Bookshelves lined the walls, stuffed with medical texts and non-fictional books on powerful Black figures through history. The office was small, but clean, with a golden brown sofa pushed against a solid wall of taupe. He had a painting above the sofa, showing a serene ocean view with a boat out on the water.Ā
Natural light filtered into the room from a window showcasing the cityscape outside. His office was high up in the building, letting you look down on all the people living their normal lives.Ā
The door closed behind you and you jumped, whipping around to see Dr. Richmond leaning away from the door. He raised his hands. āIām sorry, would you like it to remain open?ā He asked.Ā
You shook your head. Closed was preferable. You watched Dr. Richmond take his seat behind a massive desk, everything in a neat stack and in its proper place. He rolled forward and then opened a black folder, picking up a pen.
āPlease, have a seat. Tell me about yourself,ā he said.
āMy thick ass file didnāt give me away? Sorry, I shouldnāt say ass. Sorry,ā you said and winced after cussing so much. You pointed to a thick file on his desk and you knew without a doubt that it was yours.Ā
It was crazy how you had a full record of your insanity, detailing how you started down this deep, dark path. Cataloged every doctor, every note, every nasty thought in your mind. Okay, you were being a little dramatic, but this was just soā¦embarrassing. And it didnāt help to have someone who looked like that hearing what you had to say.Ā
āThereās no rules here. You want to say ass, go for it,ā he said and shrugged.Ā
You giggled, feeling more at ease. You nodded and took a seat on the sofa. There was a clear coffee table in front of it that held a zen garden complete with little trees, shiny rocks, andā¦were those Lego figures? You looked from it to him and he smirked, drawing your attention to his full, lush lips.Ā
Ā āSome people find it easier to occupy their hands during discussions. You can give it a try if you want,ā he said.
You sat back on the sofa. Maybe later. You felt too awkward as is. Like you were some alien visitor testing out your disguise on the human population. You rubbed your sweaty palms on your leggings and shook your head. āWhat, uh, did my file say about me?āĀ
Dr. Richmond shrugged and leaned back in his seat, fixing his thin gold glasses on his face. āThose are words and opinions from other doctors. Iād rather hear what you have to say,ā he said and leaned back in his seat.
He was soā¦disarming in a way that allowed you to release the ironclad control you held on to. You picked at your nails and focused on that, rather than his stormy eyes. āI think Iām broken. And Iām not entirely sure why Iām even entertaining this,ā you said.Ā
āWhy are you then?ā He prompted.
You shrugged your shoulders. āTired of feeling like a freak,ā you said.
āA freak? Why would you use that term?ā He asked.Ā
You snuck a glance at him. He no longer held the pen. He rested his hands against his stomach, clasped, and just looked at you. Even that was different from all your other therapists combined.Ā
āBecause thatās what it feels like. Like Iām in a freak show. Iā,ā you stopped and licked your lips. But you were here now. May as well rip the bandaid off. āI canāt cum! And I know, itās normal. I know plenty of people experience it. I know that women especially have a hard time doing it. But no matter what I fuckinā try, I just canāt. I feel it coming, I know itās coming, but then it sort ofā¦goes away? And then Iām sitting there embarrassed that I canāt and when Iām with a partner, they pretend that itās cool, but then I never hear from them again.āĀ
You clicked your teeth shut as you realized you were rambling. You picked at a stiff hangnail, tugged at it until it started to hurt. You continued flicking at it, egged on by your awkwardness. And realizing you were being awkward was only making it worse. So you picked. And picked, until the hangnail tore and hurt worse.Ā
āWhy is it important that you cum?ā He asked.Ā
āWhat?ā You asked. You looked at him, expecting to see pity. Disgust. Curiousness. Dr. Richmond held none of those things. His face was a pillar of stoicism, balancing the perfect mix of professionalism and empathy.Ā
āWhy is it so important to you? If you know that itās normal and plenty of people experience it, shouldnāt the journey matter more than the destination?ā He asked.Ā
Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp as you looked at him. Your mind emptied of every single possible answer to that question. It was important becauseā¦it was. Because you never got anything else right either. You were always a step behind, slow on the uptick, feeling like you were taking up too much space in the world even after shrinking yourself to the smallest possible point.
Not easy to do considering your size. You loved your body and wouldnāt trade it for the world, but it wasnāt exactly easy to hide. You were unassuming, sweet, kind, and a great friend. But beneath all of that, you wanted desperately to fit in. This was a basic human release. It was part of the big three things that humans needed. Food, safety, sex. And you could only achieve one of those things.
But how did you word that without sounding like a pathetic kook? You pulled at the hangnail, felt the burn as it ripped, and shrugged your shoulders. Might as well tell the truth. āBecause I feel like a freak when I canāt. Like I waited too long. To have sex, to experience life, to explore what Iām into,ā you said.Ā
āDo you think there are goal posts for life?ā He asked. He may as well have been a statue for how often he moved. He retained his position, chair turned slightly towards you, as he looked at you like you were a puzzle.Ā
āIsnāt there? Thatās why we call them milestones? Reach your 18th birthday, yay youāre an adult. Find the love of your life, yay youāre married. Pop out some kids, yay, youāre continuing the bloodline. I feel like now, at my age, I should know what one fuckinā orgasm feels like,ā you said.Ā
āHow do you know you havenāt had one already?ā He asked.
āI know my body. Thereās nothing. Thereās the build up, thereās the excitement, thereās everything leading up to it. But I never get over that peak. It justā¦goes away,ā you said.Ā
Dr. Richmond nodded and turned his attention to the pad. He wrote down a few sentences and it was so quiet in his office, you could hear a clock ticking nearby. You also heard his pen scratch against the paper. He must be using some fancy, fountain pen. He looked the type.Ā
āWhat do you hope to achieve through therapy?ā He asked.Ā
You shrugged. āIf I knew, you wouldnāt be my tenth therapist,ā you said with a heavy sigh. When you first thought about going to therapy, you thought it wasnāt truly for you. There was nothing that really bothered you outside of lifeās stress. Everybody had that.Ā
But you ended up finding some that encouraged you to dig deep and find the woman within. The one comfortable in her skin. Encouraged you to explore your sexuality and think about it in depth. You crawled through so many forums, so many health websites, so many articles that you had a great idea of what ailed you.Ā
āThere has to be a reason you keep trying,ā he said.Ā
You leaned back into the sofa with a huff. āYou definitely ask the easy questions. What happened to the intake and whatever?ā You asked.
Dr. Richmond chuckled. He tapped his pen against your folder. āYouāve done plenty of that, donāt you think?āĀ
Your lips twisted with a smile. Okay, maybe you were starting to see why he was so highly recommended. He was comforting without being condescending. Soothing without being smarmy. He treated you like an adult and for the first time, you had a little beacon of hope.Ā
āI keep trying because I want it. I donāt have the words right now to describe why I want it. I want to know the hype. I want the relief. I want to know what post nut clarity feels like,ā you said.Ā
Dr. Richmond chuckled and you chuckled with him. It sounded funny, but you were so serious. It was exhausting at this point. Pretending like you knew what the fuck you were talking about when others asked you. Your group chat blew up with your equally single friends who were less discerning about who they took to bed.
Every other night, there were stories about dick sizes, oral, and a whole treatise on the lack of finesse these guys had. You almost snorted thinking about your best friend, Brooklyn, and how she said that no wonder men were trapping women in marriages in the past. It was the only way they could get women to be with them. It certainly wasnāt because of their pornographic sexual prowess.Ā
āWhatās been your journey with sex so far?ā He asked.Ā
You took a deep breath and told him all about it. The way that you picked up a book one day with sex in it and never looked back. In a lot of ways, that book probably shaped how you viewed sex and your sexual kinks. Before long, you were searching for more and more books with the exact same tropes. A sexy, semi-asshole alpha male that was too big to be real. 7ā8, long dick, and a short attitude. Typically bad boy types with tattoos and ātouch her and dieā vibes. The kind to only be soft with the female main character.
You could wax poetic about why it appealed to you. Blah blah blah, you had a terrible childhood where you felt invisible. It was all there in the file if he wanted to take a gander.Ā
āI know Iām submissive, that I want to be dominated in bed. But, whew, the game out here is ridiculous,ā you said. āThe men I wouldnāt mind submitting to are too damn weak to take control. The men I would never submit to act like Iām their pet already and can speak to me however they want.āĀ
āDo you think youāre being too picky?ā He asked.Ā
You were startled into a laugh. āWhat gave me away, Dr. Richmond?ā You asked.
Dr. Richmond chuckled. āI have a process, bear with me,ā he said. That aināt all you wanted to do. He was fine as hell. You mentally shook your head. No, you could not go there. Not at all.Ā
You continued to discuss how you led to certain conclusions. Yes, you were picky. But why shouldnāt you be? You werenāt seeking perfection. You just wanted something normal. Something healthy. Something toe curling, mind numbing, sickeningly disgusting and sweet. Was that too much to ask for?Ā
Dr. Richmond asked more questions and you relaxed fraction by fraction, getting right to the core of why you were seeking professional help. You told him about some of the partners you had. Some who were sweet and really tried. You had a long term boyfriend at one point who was attentive and caring. But he fell short of making you cum.Ā
He ate you out long enough to get you wet and going and then jumped straight to sex just so he could cum. You often lied about cumming until it got too exhausting to keep up with. He promptly got mad, hurt that you lied, and possibly embarrassed that he wasnāt Godās gift to sex. His loss.Ā
It was awkward at first to discuss such intimate details with Dr. Richmond but you often forgot he was even there. Until he asked you to expand on something you said or ask a clarifying question. Even the scratch of his pen faded into the background as you spoke about how you arrived in his office.Ā
Dr. Richmond finally finished and leaned back in his seat once more, squaring his broad shoulders against the high back of his chair. He crossed his leg and looked at you and you briefly wondered what heād look like without the glasses.Ā
āWeāre nearing the end of our session but I think Iām getting a clearer picture of why youāre here. After hearing from you and looking through your file, it seems like your perception of what sex really is has been skewed. Either through these books, these movies, or even porn. Itās perfectly okay to consider what you like in bed or what you prefer in a partner. But most peopleās foray into their sexual journey starts with themselves. Whatās your relationship like with your body?āĀ
āI love my body,ā you said, immediately. Why wouldnāt you love your body? You were gorgeous. Sure, you struggled with your weight, but you didnāt want to be thin anyway. You just wanted to roll out of bed without being out of breath sometimes. Or cut your toenails without having to stop every few minutes for air.Ā
Dr. Richmond licked his lips and your eyes dropped immediately to it. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb and it drew your attention to his big hands. Too damn bad you hadnāt met him under better circumstances. You bet he could make you cum. Often.
āWhat else?ā He asked.Ā
āWhat else is there?ā You asked, clearing your throat, and drawing your attention away from how drop dead gorgeous he was. Your thoughts ran wild still, picturing him in all sorts of nasty scenarios. If nothing else, your imagination was always there to show you a good time. Your own perfect world where you experienced back to back orgasms.Ā
āWhat has your personal sexual journey encompassed besides you loving your body? Do you touch yourself?ā He asked.Ā
You fought every urge you had to squeeze your thighs together. How the hell did this man end up in this profession? He missed his calling as a phone sex operator. Or an erotic audio content creator. Good lord, he could have people eating out of the palm of his hand if he so wished. Swimming in a tub full of money earned from hundreds of thousands of horny bitches who could cum to his voice alone. Lucky bitches.
You shrugged. āOf course I touch myself. I canāt cum that way either,ā you said.Ā
Dr. Richmond chuckled. āThis only works if you lower them walls you try so hard to hide behind,ā he said.
You kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. The hell did he know. So what if he had fancy doctor diplomas behind his chair. So what if he had a MD in this field. What the hell did he know?
After cursing him out two ways from Sunday in your mind, you deflated. āI know Iām not relaxed when I masterbate. I lock my door, I put on headphones, and I still feel like Iāmā¦ā
āLike youāreā¦?ā Dr. Richmond prompted.Ā
āBeing watched? Being judged? You can probably guess I grew up religious. Itās not like I had enough time or space to explore my body. My room was directly next to my parentsā. If I so much as sighed too loud, my mom was banging on my wall telling me to fix my attitude,ā you admitted. That had been oodles of fun. Growing up, you couldnāt even roll your eyes without someone telling you to fix your face.Ā
āWhat does relax you then?ā He asked.
āWhen I find out, Iāll tell you,ā you said.
Dr. Richmond smiled, showing off a dazzling, mega-watt movie star smile that made your knees weak. If you werenāt already sitting down, youād fall flat on your face.Ā
āI believe I can help you, but you have to be willing to do the work. I need total, focused commitment from you. Do you think you can do that?ā He asked.
āYes,ā you said instantly. There wasnāt even a question. You wanted this more than breathing, more than eating. And that was saying something because you would happily drive far and wide for a good meal.Ā
Dr. Richmond nodded. āGood. Iām giving you homework. I want you to spend the next week exploring your body. Nothing sexual. Spend time in your body and with your body. Touch yourself, but no masterbating. When you shower, acknowledge your body. When you lotion up, pay attention to every mole, every scar. This is the only body youāll ever have so itās time to think beyond simple body maintenance. Admire your body. I also want you to keep a journal. You wonāt share it with me unless you want to, but this exercise is to get you in tune with your body. Rewire how you perceive sex and sexual completion. Does that sound doable?āĀ
You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment. He must not know the effect he had on those around him. He had to be completely clueless. Batshit fucking oblivious. The wreck he was having on your libido was absolutely insane.Ā
Joking aside, you were taking this seriously. In just one session, Dr. Richmond managed to give you a tiny spark of hope. That maybe you werenāt a lost cause. You immediately tempered your thoughts. Hope hurt. Youād been hopeful so many times in the past, with different therapists, who seemed like they had a plan to help you.
Only for them to diagnose some other problem. You had anxiety, duh. You had depression, shocker. You had a laundry list of diagnoses from doctors and therapists who just thought you were obsessed with sex. That was like saying the sky was blue. Who wasnāt obsessed with sex? Besides asexual people.Ā
āIāll do it,ā you said.
āGood,ā he said. He went over your schedule, working out a time to see him once a week until you would eventually graduate to fewer sessions. That bummed you out. Not seeing his gorgeous face ever again? Could you fake another issue and continue seeing him?Ā
Dr. Richmond dismissed you and you left his office feeling a smidgen lighter than when you entered. Maybe this would actually work out. Maybe.Ā
Terry
Terry finished with his last client of the day and went over his notes, inputting his clearer thoughts into the patient portal on his laptop. When he ran across your file, he paused and opened it once more.
Your case fascinated him. He couldnāt stop pouring over your files, doctorās notes, direct quotes. There had been plenty of therapists before him, all trying to help the beautiful woman who entered his office earlier in the afternoon.Ā
He wasnāt immune to his patients. Some were beautiful and charming and all tried to flirt their way into his bed. He never crossed that line. Never. Yetā¦when you discussed your story, the rawness of it captivated him. He held onto your every word like you were a theater production right before his eyes.Ā
He hardly took notes because he was so fascinated with the dichotomy of you. On the outside, you were a bit shy. Perhaps too self-aware which led you to shrink, hide who you really were. He got the sense that there was an entire universe wrapped up in your mind and he began asking deeper questions than he ever had on a first session.Ā
The hour had gone by too fast for his tastes. He wanted to hear more. Learn more. Know more. He hated to admit it, he even got semi-erect as you told your tale. He was understandably disgusted and it wasnāt the first time; occupational hazard. But it was the first time heād ever cursed his medical degree.Ā
You were perfect. Absolutely perfect. When you admitted to being submissive, his dick even twitched. Ached. Why couldnāt he have met you somewhere else? Surely, fate hadnāt been so cruel as to put the perfect sub within reach and then ensure that he could never have you? Never touch you?Ā
Describing your previous lovers actually made his chest boil. You had been subjected to ignorant men who wouldnāt know what to do with a woman like you. And they had you believing that you were the problem. It was laughable. It was maddening. It was cruel.Ā
He frowned at your file. He had gone over it so many times in preparation for the session. He didnāt know what would walk through the door. A file this thick? He thought heād have a sex-obsessed, delusional fiend on his hands that heād have to contend with.
Your wish of cumming was almost cute. Terry sighed. He shouldnāt be thinking it was cute. If anything, he should be passing your case off to his colleague down the hall. Dr. Crawford was as capable as Terry was, their ideas often aligning in regards to treatment.
He preferred a holistic approach. Most problems could be resolved within a few months, once people began to shift their idea of sex and their role in it.Ā
āEverything is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.ā That was one of his favorite quotes, said so many times that no one truly knew where it originated.Ā
It was a quote he often repeated to his patients at the right moment. When they were beginning to discover a part of themselves previously unexplored. He wondered how long it would take for your moment? That dawning realization.Ā
He was only sad he couldnāt see it in real time. That moment when you let yourself feel. Let yourself relax and sink into that subspace you so desperately needed. Terry grunted and closed your file.Ā
He was about to crack you open like an egg and watch a brand new woman emerge. He was about to hand you off to the first man who pretended to understand your needs. He took out his fresh notepad, every patient got one, and scribbled some more notes. Heād have to make sure you understood the difference between a real dom and a little boy playing dress up.Ā
His eyes scanned across his earlier notes, little things he jotted down while you spoke. Areas you skipped over, areas you expanded on. They were only a sentence or two long, something to kickstart his memory. Because at the time, his eyes were focused on you. On your face, your voice, your mannerisms.Ā
It was both a curse and a blessing to notice so much. See so much. Understand so much. But it worked when necessary. You deflected about your sexual partners, retreated when he tried to push further about how you reached these conclusions. What methods you tried.
Usually, Terry did a whole song and dance to ease patients into talking about sex. Sex was taboo until it was time to have it. Now everything was awkward, unbalanced, and led to too many instances of abuse.Ā
But between your file and how skittish but determined you seemed, you didnāt need a song and dance. You needed someone to give you guideposts. You didnāt truly need therapists. You just needed a nudge in the right direction. A nudge to someone else.
Terry pursed his lips and looked at your name on the file. He had to be careful. If he wasnāt, you would end up being trouble in more ways than one.Ā
He finished up the last of his notes and then scanned through for anything he might have missed. He wrote down what your homework assignment was. He hadnāt truly known where that came from.Ā
Perhaps it was the look in your eyes. Perhaps it was the helpless, frantic twist to your mouth that had him going from zero to one hundred where you were concerned. But the more he described it, the lower your eyes went. The way your mouth slackened just a bit. As if you were caught in some picture in your mind that he couldnāt see.Ā
Terry leaned away from his desk and looked outside of his window. The tinted glass showed the sun in the distance, sinking lower towards the horizon. A bird flew, twisting and turning with the hot currents it found.Ā
He ought to do the right thing. There was no way to remain objective in this manner. Not when he was strangely drawn to you, drawn to your file, and drawn to the unique challenge it presented.Ā
You could very well end up a case study in some medical textbook or journal, name changed, but the presentation exactly the same. He didnāt relish the thought of being the one to put you there. But your case could end up helping someone else. It was the way the world worked.
He only hoped that he had enough self-restraint to walk away if he found himself compromised. If he couldnāt reign in his personal tastes and habits to help you. If he found himself looking at your lips as you spoke, your smile as you made self-deprecating jokes, or the shy way you licked your lips.Ā
āShit.ā He took his phone out of his bag and hit up his on again, off again submissive play partner, Tasia. Perhaps itād been too long since he took care of his own needs. Perhaps what he needed was to release the pent up tension he carried around all the time.Ā
How long had it been? He didnāt know. But even as he set up the details with Tasia, he couldnāt help wondering if you were following his directions to the letter.
I said don't judge me! LOL. Thank you for reading, truly.
The Secret Terry Richmond Files
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Make Me Yours
Male Yandere x Reader
Part 2: "Your One and Only"
"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."
You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.
"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"
Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...
The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.
"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."
You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.
"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"
Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.
~ Somewhere very close by...~
His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.
As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?
He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.
. . .
It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.
But that didn't mean you were alone.
"Hey..."
You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.
He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.
"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year andā¦"
He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.
"That's okay, uh..."
He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.
He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.
"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."
He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.
"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."
He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...
"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."
He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.
Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.
This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...
Good.
You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.
You asked him to tell you what he wanted.
You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.
"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."
He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.
"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."
He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.
He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.
So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.
You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.
The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.
"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."
His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.
"Make me yours."
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BTS Reaction || You're Friends With Benefits and you're Pregnant
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MASTERLIST
SEOKJIN:
You were sitting across from Jin, your hands trembling slightly as you muster the courage to tell him the news. it was something you'd been meaning to do for a few weeks now but every time you'd tried to do it you'd lost all of your courage.Ā
"Jin..." You whisper a little. His warm smile faded as soon as he saw the seriousness in your expression. The two of you had been friends for years and he knew how to read you like a book.
"I need to tell you something important." You started a little and he leaned in slightly, concern etched on his face.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything." You take a deep breath, feeling your heart pound in your chest. You knew you could tell him anything but that didn't make what you needed to tell him any easier to say.
"I'm pregnant." For a moment, Jin is silent, his eyes widening as he processes your words. You can see the surprise flash across his face, but it quickly gives way to a calm, thoughtful expression. He inhales deeply, letting the news settle before responding.
"Okay," he says, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.
"Okay? T-That's all you have to say?!" Your voice cracked as you let out some of your own panic but Jin took your hand in his and gently soothed your skin a little.
"Let me finish," He laughs softly as he looks at you,
"This is unexpected, but we're going to get through this." he squeezed your hand a little as he looked at you.
"I want you to know that Iām here for you, no matter what. Weāll figure this out together, step by step." You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way he was already thinking ahead, trying to be strong for you.Ā
"We need to talk about what you want," he continues softly. He didn't want to force you into keeping the baby or force you into not keeping them. He was going to be there for you no matter what you wanted.
"Whatever you decide, I'll support you 100%. We donāt have to rush into anything right now. We can take our time to figure out whatās best for you, for us, and for the baby." Jinās calmness made you feel better as you nodded at him.
"I want this...I-I want the baby." You whipped as he nodded, bringing you into his arms.
"Weāll get through this together. A mini me or you would be cute to have around," he promises you as you giggle a little.
YOONGI:
You and Yoongi are sitting in his studio, the soft hum of music playing in the background as he tinkers with some tracks. The atmosphere is relaxed, but your growing anxiety makes it hard for you to stay calm. Yoongi knew it wasn't like you to be quiet, and he frowned, glancing over at you with a concerned look.
"Youāre quiet," he observes, as he looks at his computer. The two of you had planned to go to dinner but he was working late. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding as you try to find the right words. This was something that wasn't expected, the two of you were just supposed to have sex and nothing more and yet now everything was going to be changing.
"Yoongi, thereās something I need to tell you. Itās... important." He turns his chair to face you fully, sensing the seriousness in your voice. His usual laid-back expression shifts slightly as concern creeps in.Ā
"What is it?" he asks, his tone calm but tinged with a subtle tension.Ā
"You know you can tell me anything." He finished,
"Iām pregnant," you say, the words coming out in a rush before you lose your nerve.
For a moment, the room falls into a heavy silence. Yoongi just stares at you, his expression unreadable. His eyes widen slightly, but his face remains largely impassive, his usual calm exterior giving little away. He blinks a few times, his mind clearly working to process the unexpected news.
"Pregnant?" he finally repeats, his voice quiet, almost as if heās speaking to himself. He leans back in his chair, his gaze drifting away from you as he tries to make sense of what youāve just told him.
You watch as his expression darkens, his usual calmness giving way to a troubled look.
"Thisā¦ this wasnāt supposed to happen," he mutters, his voice low and strained.Ā
"We were justā¦ It wasnāt meant to get this complicated." Thereās a coldness in his tone that youāve never heard before, a detachment that makes your heart sink. He runs a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh as he stares at the floor, his thoughts clearly racing.
"I donāt know if Iām ready for this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.Ā
"I donāt even know where to begin." He whispered. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the way heās struggling to keep his emotions in check. Yoongi was always been someone who values control, and this news has clearly thrown him off balance. Heās retreating into himself, his mind turning over the implications of what youāve just told him.
"Yoongi, Iām scared too," you say softly, hoping to reach him through the wall heās starting to build. You weren't going to let him shut down.
"But we need to figure this out together. I canāt do this alone." His gaze finally shifts back to you, and you can see the turmoil in his eyes. Thereās a flicker of somethingāregret, maybe, or guiltābut itās quickly swallowed up by the storm of emotions heās trying to suppress.
"I know," he says after a long pause, his voice rough around the edges.Ā
"I justā¦ I need time to think. This is a lot to take in." He stands up, pacing the small space as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. His usual confidence is shaken, replaced by a deep uncertainty that weighs heavily on him. But despite his inner turmoil, thereās still a part of him that cares about you, that wants to do the right thing, even if heās not sure what that is yet.
"I need time." He repeated and you could hear the distance in his tone, a hesitation that lingers, but thereās also a flicker of determination in his eyes. Your eyes teared up as you realised you were probably going to have to do this all alone.
"But Iām not going anywhere. Weāll talk more, figure out whatās nextā¦ together." He whispered as he sat back down,Ā
"We're doing this together, no matter what." He promises, kissing your hand softly.
HOSEOK:
You and Hoseok were sitting at your apartment, you'd invited him around like you did most weekends and he'd been ready for it. What he hadn't been ready for was the serious look on your face as you sat across from him,
"Hoseok, I need to tell you somethingā¦ Itās big." His smile fades as he focuses entirely on you, worry now evident in his eyes. "
What is it? You sick? I know you've been off for a while, did you finally go to the doctor?" he asks, his voice soft but tinged with anxiety.
"Iām pregnant." You rushed out. The words hang in the air for a moment as he processes what you just said. His eyes widen in surprise, and you can see a mix of emotions flashing across his faceāshock, concern, and something else, something softer.
"Pregnant?" he repeats, almost as if testing the word out. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.Ā
"Wow, okayā¦ this is... a lot to take in." He whispered as you nodded a little. You knew it was going to be a lot for him.
He falls silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing. But then he looks at you with that familiar warmth in his eyes, the hint of a smile forming at the corners of his lips as he reaches for your hand.
"I wonāt lie, Iām a little scared," he admits, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.Ā
"Butā¦ weāll get through this, okay? It might not be what we planned, but that doesnāt mean it canāt work out. Weāll figure it out together, one step at a time." You can see the concern still lingering in his eyes, but heās trying his best to stay positive, and to be your source of strength in this unexpected situation.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.
"Are you okay? This must be really overwhelming for you." You nod, a small smile breaking through your nervousness as you see how hard heās trying to stay optimistic for you.Ā
"Iām okay, justā¦ scared, I guess."
"Me too," he admits, his smile widening just a bit.Ā
"But you know what? Weāre a team, right? And teams stick together, no matter what." He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you into a warm hug,
"Weāll take it one day at a time," he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with determination.Ā
"We're gonna have a baby," you whisper as he runs his hand down to your stomach, touching it softly and smiling brightly.Ā
"I'm gonna be a dad." He grins down at you, kissing you softly.
NAMJOON:
When you'd invited Namjoon around he thought it was for the same reason he'd been needing to talk to you,
"We'll go at the same time," he chuckles as you nod a little. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before speaking.Ā
"Iām pregnant."
"I love you-" Your heart launched into your throat as you stared at Namjoon. For a moment, Namjoon is silent, his mind clearly working at a million miles an hour. His initial reaction is one of shock, his eyes widening as he absorbs the news. He quickly pulls himself together, though, and his expression shifts to one of focused determination.
"Wow... okay, this changes everything," he says, his voice calm but thoughtful. He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing.Ā
"First, how are you feeling? Are you okay?" You nod, relieved that heās handling the situation so thoughtfully.Ā
"Iāmā¦ Iām okay, just really overwhelmed." He leans back, exhaling slowly as he runs a hand through his hair.Ā
"I get that. This is a lot to take in, for both of us." His tone is measured, as if heās already planning the next steps in his mind.Ā
"We need to talk about all our options. I want to make sure you feel supported, whatever you decide. This isnāt just about us anymoreāitās about whatās best for you and the baby." Namjoonās mind is clearly in overdrive, but heās making a conscious effort to remain calm and focused for your sake. He leans forward, his gaze serious yet caring.
"Joonie..." You trail off, remembering what he had said to you, he looked at you, forgetting for a moment he'd confessed that he loved you.
"I love you too." you smile, kissing him softly as you touch his hand on your stomach and relax a little. Knowing that you weren't alone was going to help a lot with all of this.
JIMIN:
You and Jimin are sitting in your living room, the atmosphere a mix of nervous excitement and underlying tension. Youāve just told him that youāre pregnant, and while youāre were still trying to process the news, Jiminās reaction wasā¦ intense.
His eyes widen, and for a moment, he just stares at you in shock. Then, almost as if a switch flips, he jumps up from the couch, his mind racing a mile a minute.Ā
"Oh my god, youāre pregnant!" he exclaims, running a hand through his hair.Ā
"We need to get everything ready. You have to start taking vitamins, right? And what about your diet? Are you getting enough nutrients? Oh god, we need to make sure youāre eating all the right things!"
He starts pacing back and forth, his face a mixture of concern and sheer panic.
"Do we have a plan? What about the doctor? You need to see a doctor, like, right now. And we donāt even have a nursery set up! How are we going to do this? I donāt even know the first thing about babies! Should I be reading books? I need to read books, donāt I?" You watch him, trying to keep a straight face, but the sight of him spiralling into a full-blown panic is both endearing and amusing. A giggle escapes your lips, and soon youāre laughing, the sound light and infectious. Jimin stops mid-pace, turning to look at you with wide eyes.
"Why are you laughing?" he asks, genuinely puzzled.Ā
"This is serious! We have so much to do!" He panicked at you and you couldn't help but laugh harder. You shake your head, still giggling as you reach out to take his hand, pulling him back down to the couch beside you.Ā
"Jimin, calm down," you say, trying to suppress another laugh.
"We donāt have to do everything all at once. Weāll figure it out together." You smiled at him, out of the two of you, you thought you would be the one to react like this. He looks at you, his expression softening as he realizes how worked up heās gotten.Ā
"Iām justā¦ I donāt want to mess this up," he admits, his voice small and vulnerable. "I want to make sure youāre okay, that the babyās okay. Iām freaking out becauseā¦ I care so much." You smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.Ā
"I know you do. But you donāt have to do it all by yourself. Weāll take it one step at a time, okay?" He nods, taking a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. But as he looks at you, something shifts in his expressionāsomething deeper, more serious. He hesitates for a moment as if weighing his words, before finally speaking.
"I need to tell you something," he says quietly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.Ā
"Iāve been freaking out, not just because of the baby, but becauseā¦ this is so much more to me than just being friends." Your breath catches in your throat as he continues, his voice trembling slightly. Your heart raced as you stared at him,
"I love you," he confesses, his eyes shining with emotion. "Not just as a friend, but as something more. I think Iāve loved you for a while now, but I didnāt know how to say it. And now, with thisā¦ I canāt keep it to myself anymore." For a moment, the room is silent, the weight of his words hanging between you. Then, slowly, a smile spreads across your face as you reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin.
"I love you too, Jimin," you whisper, your voice full of warmth.
"I think Iāve felt this way for a long time too." Relief floods his face, and he lets out a breath he didnāt realize he was holding. His eyes soften as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.Ā
"Weāre going to be okay," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with newfound confidence. "Weāll figure this out together. And I promise, Iāll be there for you and our baby every step of the way." He runs his hands over your stomach.
TAEHYUNG:
You and Taehyung are sitting on the bathroom floor, your knees pulled up to your chest as you wait for the pregnancy test results. The silence between you is thick with tension, the air heavy with the gravity of the situation. Taehyung, usually so calm and collected, fidgets beside you, his fingers tapping nervously against the tiles. He glances over at you, his eyes filled with concern.Ā
The two of you had been worried for a while since you'd been sick lately and he was the one that thought of the pregnancy test first.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asks softly, breaking the silence.Ā You nod, trying to muster a small smile despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.Ā
"Iām okay, justā¦ scared." You admitted. If you were pregnant everything was going to change. It wasn't just going to be sex without strings anymore, There would be A LOT of strings.
Taehyung shifts closer to you, his hand gently finding yours. He squeezes it, his touch warm and reassuring.Ā
"I know this is scary," he says, his voice steady despite the fear you can see lurking in his eyes.Ā
"But whatever happens, Iām here for you. I mean it." You look at him, searching his face for any sign of doubt, but all you see is sincerity.Ā
"Taehyung, thisā¦ this wasnāt part of the plan. We were justā¦ you know." He nods, his expression serious but tender.Ā
"I know. We started this as friends with benefits, and I thought I could keep it casual, butā¦ itās never been just that for me." His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.Ā
"Iāve cared about you more than I ever let on. And now, with thisā¦ it just makes me realize how much I want to be there for you. For us." His words hang in the air, their weight settling into the pit of your stomach alongside the anxiety.Ā
"You really mean that?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly as tears begin to run down your cheeks.
"I do," he says firmly, his eyes locking onto yours with a determination that leaves no room for doubt.Ā
"No matter what happensāwhether the test is positive or negativeāIām in this for the long run. Youāre not just someone Iāve been seeing; youāre someone I care about deeply. Weāll figure this out together, okay?"
The timer on your phone buzzes, signalling that the test is ready. Your heart races, but Taehyungās grip on your hand tightens, grounding you in the moment.
"Whatever that test says," he whispers, his voice calm and soothing,Ā
"Weāre going to be okay. Weāll face it together." He nodded at you.Ā Taking a deep breath, you both lean forward to look at the result. As your eyes scan the test, your emotions swell, but before anything else, you feel Taehyungās arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
"Weāll be okay. Iām here, and Iām not going anywhere." He promised you as you nodded. His words fill you with a sense of security you hadnāt realized you needed, a promise that no matter what the future holds, you wonāt face it alone.Ā
JUNGKOOK:
As soon as the words "I'm Pregnant" left your lips it had left Jungkook in a state of shock. You almost worried he'd had a heart attack and you weren't sure what you were meant to be doing.
"Jungkook?" You touched his hand softly and he looked down at your hands that were intertwined together. This whole thing had never meant to end this way and yet here you were. One drunken night, one broken condom later and Jungkook felt his whole world changing. Jungkookās heart races as the words hit him again and again, he slowly looks up at you.Ā
"Pregnant?" he whispers, almost to himself. His expression shifts from shock to anxiety, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The two of you agreed that this was meant to be something that was only stress relief. Friends with benefits. That was it.Ā
"This wasnāt supposed to happenā¦ I didnāt mean for this to get so complicated." He looks at you with conflicted eyes, struggling between his feelings for you and the fear of what this means for both of your futures.Ā
"What do we do now?" He took your hand in his and squeezed softly, while it might not be what he had planned for you there was no way he was going to let you go through any of this alone. It was the two of you that had created the baby and it was going to be the two of you raising them.
"I wanted to talk to you first, and see what you thought I-I should do." your voice shook a little and he smiled weakly, while it might not have been the best scenario he was happy he was going to be a father.
"Well, we get you booked in with a doctor, we get you all the medications you're gonna need and then we go to every single scan together. Do you wanna know the gender? Do you wanna have a baby shower-" Your hand slowly covered his mouth as you let out a small giggle.
"You want to go through with it then?" You asked him before he nodded behind your hand, a giant smile taking over his face.
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hello š©·recently found and loved your account so iām here to ask from you!!
criminal minds SSA aaron hotchner x reader
iād love any explicit smut š
ideal trope(s) would be jealousy, established but secret relationship due to workplace like the whole thing stems from AH being jealous af that youāre getting hit on or smth and he canāt do shy about it in public but oh when ur home.. ššš
hahaha sorry the brain rot is real
thank you if you do this!!
and i hope u never stop writing iāve been reading ur other posts too i love them sm
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ā pairing: aaron hotchner x plus size!reader
ā summary: your new relationship brings out a side of aaron that he had never seen before.
ā warnings: established relationship, jealousy (obvi), unprotected sex, rough sex, teasing, couch sex, aaron lowkey bends you like a pretzel, heavy praise, he taps you on the cheek (lovingly ofc), implied creampie, consent king aaron!!, slightly insecure aaron, implied age gap but not specified, body massages and an implied size kink!
ā wc: 2018
ā a/n: WOW a long smut fic, who would have thought? anywho, i'm trying to break free from posting headcanons because i just know they'll overtake this account. thank you for this request!
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Aaron felt his eye twitch.Ā
His eye never twitches.
The culprit? The maintenance man that wonāt stop talking to you.Ā
He had so much paperwork he needed to complete, the stack of it had begun to tower, but Aaron couldnāt manage to get himself to focus on anything else but you.Ā
Your relationship was fairly new, so you both had just agreed to keep it low-key for now. It wasnāt like you guys were lying, how could you when you were constantly surrounded by nosy profilers?Ā
With new relationships came new feelings, and one of them he hadnāt felt since he was a young man somehow managed to resurface right under his nose: jealousy.
Yes, he had his moments of jealousy when he had first gotten with Hailey, but this? This was different. The age gap between the two of you wasnāt that large, but it was considerable enough that when he saw men closer to your age creeping around you, it always put him in a foul mood.
Like right now he just wants to storm down there and kiss you right in front of that stupid kid. The urge was primal and unfamiliar, and quite frankly it drove him insane.
Aaron was sure you hadnāt meant to come off as flirtatious, and who were your colleagues to step in if you looked genuinely interested in the guy? For all they knew you were single.
Oh, yeah, this was going to drive him over the edge, and it was all your fault.
It was safe to say you were excited when Aaron had decided to call it an early night, you just hadnāt expected him to jump on you as soon as you breached the threshold of your home.
He didnāt give you time to think or even put your things down, his briefcase followed along by your purse collapsed to the floor with a surprisingly loud thud!
Your lungs burned and your face was hot, heated between the two furnaces that were Aaronās large and work-worn hands. You desperately clung onto the sleeves of his suit jacket, the material twisting between your fingers to keep yourself sturdy as he walked backwards.
āA- Aaron wha - whatās going on?ā You pleaded breathlessly. You had to slightly shove the man away even though you were met with his uncharacteristic resistance. He just stood there and stared at you like a wild man, pupils dilated and chest rising and falling with every hastened breath he took.
He shook his head and blinked, like his thoughts were escaping him. Aaron couldnāt think when you looked at him like that; your lips kiss swollen with a light sheen of spit, your blouse covered breasts grazing his firm chest.
āYouāre going to be the death of me.ā Was all he could say before reconnecting your lips.Ā
He continues to walk backwards before the back of his calves meet the couch. He allows himself to drop down with a slight oomf, his needy hands tugging on yours encouragingly until you clambered onto his lap.
He didnāt give you time to show him any hesitancy, his palms gripping your hips firmly and all but holding you down against him. You gasped at the feeling, your fingers scratching at the shaved hairs on the back of his neck.Ā
āAaron! What has gotten into you?ā The question was a flustered giggle. Aaronās eyes casted to the side in a rare show of nervousness.Ā
āItās ridiculous.ā He mutters. āI can bet you a million dollars that whatever youāre going to say isnāt as silly as you think it is.ā
āIt was that guy. The one that wouldnāt stop talking to you.ā It took you a moment to think back on it before you finally understood what he meant. āThe maintenance man? What about him?ā
āHe was flirting with you, and - I donāt know, it made me feel things I havenāt in a long time.ā
Saying the actual word jealousy seemed so juvenile to Aaron; he was a grown ass man with a grown ass man job, so what right did he have to be acting like this?
āOh.ā It was long and drawn out. You felt a smirk begin to form on your face and you gently coaxed his eyes to meet yours. Aaronās gaze was unsure.Ā
āYou know Iām yours, right? I donāt want anyone else that isnāt you, no matter how young, rich or tall.ā Your hips begin to grind down on his and Aaron chokes back a groan. His grip on your flesh gets stronger and it draws a whimper out of you.
āYeah?ā He asks sensually, his voice a low purr. He aids in your grinding and your head grows fuzzy. āYeah.ā
Heās quick to reposition the both of you, your back now resting on the couch cushions. He kisses down your neck, nipping lightly at the skin there. It sends a shiver down your spine and your lower half canting up, desperately searching for friction.Ā
Your hot cunt meets his knee. āAh! Aaron.ā You whined, fingers digging into his shoulders. Your boyfriend has one foot on the ground and the other wedged between your legs.
Aaron rises from your chest for a moment, shoving off his suit jacket and working the buttons on his shirt. You take it upon yourself to take your blouse off, arms reaching behind you to unclasp your bra with learned precision.Ā
His eyes fall on your breasts and you could have sworn his movements gained a bit of franticness.
āLike what you see?ā You couldnāt help but tease, your hands now working to shimmy your pencil skirt down your thighs. āVery much.ā Aaron agrees with a lazy half smile. āHere, let me help.ā You lift your hips up and he takes both your panties and skirt off at the same time.
The casual show of strength made your stomach clench, and you all but snatched Aaron by the back of his neck back down to your level. A noise of surprise escapes him and you take it as a chance to slip your tongue in his mouth.
Your body begins to heat up, his taking grabs and grips driving you insane.
āFuck me.ā You heave. Aaron pulls away from you, āAre you sure? You arenāt prepared well yet, and I donāt want to hurt you.ā You smile softly. āAs much as I appreciate your concern about me, Iāll let you know if thereās any discomfort, okay?ā
Aaron thinks on your words for a moment, mulling them about in his brain before relenting at the feeling of your sweet, tempting hands stroking his bare chest.
āYou always have to keep me on my toes, donāt you?āĀ
āThat was in the agreement.ā You bite playfully. He snorts and rolls his eyes, but sits up once more to unbutton his pants.Ā
With what feels like forever, heās finally bare for your hungry eyes and clambering on top of you.
Resuming his old position, he wraps your legs around his waist, the tip of his cock poking at your slit. The two of you shiver at the feeling.
āAre you sure about this, sweetheart? You know I donāt mind eating you out; Iām in no rush.ā Your cheeks turn warm at his crudeness. āIām sure, baby. I need you. Now.ā With one final search of your face, he begins to push forward.
Your breath catches in your throat and you hold on to his muscular biceps. Your eyes flutter shut at the full feeling of him, your legs trembling and stomach tightening.Ā
The first initial stretch hurts of course, but with a minute of laying there adjusting to Aaronās size as he delivers very stimulating circles on your clit to distract you from the discomfort, you find yourself loosening up.
āMove.ā You grunted quietly.Ā
Aaronās jaw is set tight, the vein in his forehead slightly bulging when he proceeds to thrust experimentally. Your lips roll in between your teeth to hold back the whorish moan that threatens to practically barrel out of you.Ā
He does it again, and again, and again, until all of his self control is thrown out the window and the only thing he can think of is you; of how tight you are around him.
āIt feels so good, baby. So, so goodā¦ā You babble, your hands reaching up to grip the armrest of the couch for more leverage. āI know honey, I know. āM gonna get deeper, okay?ā Aaron groans. You nod wildly, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of your face.
He steadies himself on the knee placed on the couch, lifting your legs up so either one sits on his big, broad shoulders.Ā
The change in position caused your back to arch, your mouth dropping open into an āoā shape as you struggled to keep your head on straight.āMphm! Youāre so - youāre so deep.ā You cried out, tears brimming on your eyelashes. āI know I am, baby. But you can take it right?ā
āMhm! I can! I know I can!āĀ
āYou can take it because youāre mine right? Because youāre my good girl?āĀ
His praise pushes you dangerously close to the edge, and youāre honestly convinced that the crescent shape of your nails will leave an imprint on the material forever. The couch cushions stick to your skin like glue, the so of skin hitting skin resounded throughout the room lewdly.
A hand lightly slapped your face, your cheeks squeezed between his fingers, puckering slightly.
āI asked you a question, didn't I sweetheart?ā
āYou did, you did! āM sorry. āM your good girl, please.ā
What you were begging for, you didnāt know; was it mercy? Was it a desperate call for your sanity? Whatever it was could wait, because you were going to cum.
āGah! God, Aaron, ām gonna cum! Help me cum, please.ā You begged again. āI got you honey.ā
Aaronās hand slithered down your body before landing on your clit, a calloused thumb drawing it around in firm circles. Your body moved and convulsed violently, your moans growing in volume ā youāre sure youāre going to receive a noise complaint in the mail later.
That coil in your stomach threatened to snap, and all you could think to say was, āCum with me?āĀ
To be frank, Aaron was ready to cum a few thrusts before, but he was always one to prolong his pleasure if that meant satisfying you.
āOf - of course.ā He stuttered, his dominance slowly slipping away from him.
Aaron bent forward just a little more to test how far he could push you, and though you were sure your muscles were going to ache when everything died down, but God, this was so, so worth it.
āF- fuck!ā You swore as you came.
Everything disappeared for a moment besides the sound of Aaronās guttural groan that sounded more like a loud, long-drawn-out whimper than anything when he came too.
You were slowly brought back to reality by Aaron massaging your sore muscles, gently twisting them and rubbing out any potential knots that threatened to form. You knew he'd disappear in a minute to grab something to wipe you down with, but you couldnāt seem to find it within your post orgasmic bliss to care.
āMm, thatās nice.ā You rasped, your eyelids fluttering open to face your disheveled boyfriend. His hair was all out of place in the best way possible, his bare body shining in a clear sheen of sweat. If you werenāt so tired, you think youād jump straight to a round two.
āIām sure,ā Aaronās voice was just as hoarse as yours. āI think I pushed your body a bit too far.ā
āDonāt get started, Aaron.ā You chided lightly. āIt was perfect, okay? You were perfect. Now get up here.āĀ
You dragged him from where he was and laid his body on top of yours.
āDown.ā You demanded playfully. āIām heavy, honey.ā
āDonāt care.ā You exaggerated the ādonātā and pulled the rest of him down.
āI want to lay like this for a minute.ā
āAlright,ā Aaron nodded to himself. āI can do a minute.ā
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dr.lee
fellow doctor heeseung! Ć resident doctor y/n!
warning: MDNI!, unprotective sex (whops) kissing and more?
not in a million years you would think you will do something like this, with someone that you adore so much.. someone that you look up to as a senior to you, someone that you met everyday and formally call him by his surname instead of..
"h-heeseung!"your sinful lips moaning for his name, "sshhh, you want them to hear you?"immediately you bite your bottom lips once getting that warn from him, he peck your lips and smile. "didn't expect you to be so obedient to me, love. such a good girl."you humming to everything he said to you, trying to not moan out his name.
you know what you did is wrong because you're just a doctor resident and he's your senior doctor, it's totally wrong but you couldn't stop him. not that you can't but you don't want to, having him pounding his cock so deep into you in the small store room in the middle of your night shift, the clock strike 3 in the morning as much as you remember when he call for you to help him earlier.
it's all start with you helping him with sorting out papers, and files of patients records and ending up finding yourself here in this room with him doing things that you could ever imagine in your right mind. "just a little more, does it hurt you, hm?"you shake your head, no he doesn't hurt you but the pleasure is too much.
heeseung smile when he kiss your lips, hips still rutting into you. he could feel your wall hugging him tight at each thrust he make, sending him over the cloud but he know that he cannot be loud. "s-shit, you're so fucking tight, love."he let out a low groan, watching how you try to control your own voices and somehow he like the way you did.
liking the idea of doing this in secret, liking the idea that there's an outside world that you try so hard it keep it out, not wanting people to find out about what the two of you did in this room. "fuck- heeseung i'm close ah-"he shut you up with his lips, kissing you so deep, cock still pounding in and out of you.
your fingers tangle with his hair, he push you against the wall, "cum for me, love."he whisper those once he pull away from the kiss, like a cue you could feel the feeling at the pit of your stomach rushing down. heeseung smile, letting you rode out all your orgasm with you weakly leaning on his shoulder, doesn't have much energy left in you.
he thrust into you once.. twice then he pull out from you, only to shot his loads on your stomach. "oh fuck."you watch those thick white liquid spurting out from his cock, messily on your skin. somehow, heeseung has those proud smile after everything that he had done with you. you look at him and he smirk, he peck your lips before he slowly put you down to make you stand on the ground.
"so fucking perfect, love."he caressed your cheek softly then continue to kiss your lips again. when he pull away, he stare into your eyes, "doctor.."your soft voice call for him, which make him chuckle. "that was not what you called me earlier, ms.y/n."your cheeks immediately turn red as his remarks, he continue to caressed your cheek as he stare into your eyes.
but then heeseung take a few step back, you watch him grab a box of tissue at the top shelf behind him and he rip it open before he help you clean up and get dress again. "so.. do i pretend like nothing happen earlier or-" "unless you want more, you can always come to my office, love."he interrupt your words then wink at you, blush immediately creep up your face.
you slowly nod your head, he pat your head then he open the door after grabbing a random file on the shelf. "later, make sure you keep everything in place again, okay? ms.y/n."he said, know it very well he did that on purpose, you follow him from behind after you fix your white coat. "sure, dr."
heeseung turn to look at you just to give you a wink before he walk away.
should i write a longer version of this? cause i kind of like the plot lol
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After Eddie seems to become a staple member of the group, Steve pulls him aside and says, "Hey, I just wanted to warn you that I can be a bit bitchy at times, and don't be afraid to tell me if I ever go too far. Dustin calls me out all the time."
Eddie softly smiles and lays a gentle hand on Steve's arm. "My friends have to tell me when I go too far with flirting, so you can call me out on that too. No worries."
Steve's head spins a bit. Eddie 'The Freak' Munson goes too far when flirting? He snorts. "I don't think you'd ever go too far with me."
Eddie's head tilts to the side as he takes Steve in. "You don't believe me." It's more of a statement than a question.
"I don't," Steve confirms. "But hey, I'll let you know if something you say makes me cream my pants."
Eddie smiles wide. "You know, my words might not, but I know something else that will if you're down later."
Steve feels himself take in an involuntary deep breath as the shock reaches his system. Instead of letting Eddie in on it, he leans in and says, "I'll let you know."
Eddie's eyes flicker down to his lips, and Steve is reminded of the hand on his arm as it squeezes hard for a moment. "You're so damn pretty, big boy. Would love to see you absolutely wrecke-"
"Guys."
Steve's head whips around to where the rest of the group is staring at them. He's not sure when they racked up an audience.
"Steve here said I couldn't go too far with the flirting. I'm giving him a first-hand experience with it," Eddie says shamelessly while wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"I still don't think you can," Steve says turning to him which is the wrong thing to do because he didn't realize how close Eddie was to him.
The other boy takes advantage of it and leans in a little closer, brushing his nose against Steve's. "Is that a challenge?"
His heart beats hard in his chest, but Steve isn't one to back down, so he lets his hand come up to cup Eddie's jaw. "If you want it to be," he replies.
Eddie seems to falter a bit at this, and his own breathing rate increases.
"Guys," Dustin says again but more exasperated.
Steve turns to him and quickly says, "One more interruption and I'll throw you through another gate."
"Woah, too far," Dustin says, pointing at him and Eddie, "Both of you."
Steve holds his hands up and takes a step away from Eddie. āAlright. Okay. Iām sorry. Too far.ā
Dustin nods and turns back to the group.
Steve thinks thatās the end of things until Eddie leans in and whispers, āWeāll chat later, sweetheart.ā
He tries not to have a physical reaction to him. He doesnāt know why his flirting is taking him so off guard. But itās nice to have someone who can keep up with the Harrington charm.
Maybe.
Later that night, Steve is surprised when Eddie doesnāt stick behind and keep his promise. But it gives him a minute to breathe after all the flirty winks and innocent fleeting touches whenever Eddie would pass him.
He tries to just shake it off as a normal reaction to being the target of such intense flirting that he's not sure he's ever experienced before. But it feels like something more than that.
He sleeps it off and doesn't think much of it especially when he gets into his Family Video routine. Then, the bell to the front door rings, and Steve launches into his, "Welcome to Family Video," speech which is quickly cut off when he sees Eddie walk in.
Nothing is really different except he has his hair pulled back into a messy bun that makes Steve's hands flex wanting to touch. Shit.
"Hi gorgeous," Eddie says with a bright smile, leaning across the counter.
Steve feels a blush creep up his neck and spread across his face. "Hi," he replies. Then he remembers their little challenge and doesn't hold back from reaching up, tucking a stray curly strand behind Eddie's ear. "You should wear your hair like this more often. Lets me see more of you."
It's Eddie's turn to blush as he glances down with a soft smile.
"So, what brings you in today? Not that I'm complaining, I would take any excuse to see that pretty face of yours," Steve says, laying it on heavy.
Eddie snorts as if he's joking.
Steve uses his hand to softly tilt Eddie's jaw so he can look at him. "I'm not kidding," he insists, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip slowly. Shit, he has such soft lips.
Eddie's lips move forward as if on impulse, quickly kissing the pad of his finger. His eyes widen, and Steve sees the way both of their breath hitch in their chests.
"Too far?" Eddie asks quietly.
"Not even close."
Eddie holds his gaze for a moment, searching for something. He must not find it because he pulls back a bit, putting more space between them than Steve wants. "I was just stopping by to see you," Eddie confesses.
"Yeah? Why's that?" Steve asks with a smile.
Eddie shrugs. "Just wanted to."
It takes Steve back a bit. He was expecting some sort of line, but the response sounds entirely genuine. He doesn't know how to respond.
Eddie fidgets with his rings for a moment before saying, "Well, I'll see you later." He turns quickly and leaves before Steve has a chance to respond.
"Okay, what the hell was that?" Robin asks, startling Steve.
"Shit," Steve says, laying a dramatic hand over his chest. "How long have you been listening?"
"Considering I've been literally right behind you this entire shift and you guys didn't even try to make that a private conversation, I listened the whole time."
Steve runs a hand through his hair and says, "I basically challenged him yesterday to try to be too much when he flirts because apparently he can do that. But yeah, it's no big deal." He smiles and shakes his head as if it's clear as day that this is not affecting him at all.
Robin stares at him for a second before jabbing her finger into his chest repeatedly. "Don't you lie to me! I'm your best friend! You were totally flirting back and you got flustered! No one does that to you!"
"Ow!" Steve says, backing away after a particularly hard jab. "Okay! Okay! Yes, it's flustering me a bit, but I've never had someone who could keep up with me."
"Gross."
Steve rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."
He resumes stacking his tapes until Robin scoots in next to him and says, "You know, it's okay if it's more than that."
Steve pauses and thinks about it. Is it more than that? He shakes his head and whispers, "I don't know if it is."
Robin's arms slowly wrap around his waist, and Steve leans his head on top of hers. Maybe the flirting has gone too far already, but he doesn't want it to end. And that's a scary thought.
He finishes out his shift, thinking about what Robin said while trying to interpret his own feelings. After they close, Steve drives Robin home and heads back to his house. Only, he makes a split-second decision and takes a different turn, heading toward Eddie's new place.
Might as well figure this out now.
He rushes to the side of his new trailer and taps on his bedroom window. The curtains open and Eddie looks at him confused. Steve mouthes Is your uncle home?
Eddie shakes his head and points to the front door before closing the curtains.
Steve rushes to the door and steps inside as soon as Eddie opens it. He closes it behind him and looks at Eddie. God, his heart races even when he doesn't say anything.
"Hi," Steve says with a big smile.
"Hi," Eddie replies, pulling his hair in front of his face.
"No bun?" Steve asks.
"I can put it up if you like."
Steve shakes his head. "No, it looks great."
Eddie smiles and steps closer to him, running a hand through Steve's hair. "Not everyone can have such luscious hair as you."
Steve closes his eyes and leans into the hand. It feels nice.
"So, are you taking me up on my offer from before?" Eddie asks.
Steve opens his eyes and takes in the flirtatious glint in his eyes. "Depends on what you're offering."
Eddie moves in closer and puts his hands in his pockets. "Anything that you'd like."
Steve wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders and flirts back, "Anything?"
Eddie's hands wrap around his waist. "Anything."
"Kiss me then."
Eddie freezes in his arms, the flirtatious look leaving his face as he looks at him. "Steve..."
"Too far?" Steve asks, not stepping back.
Eddie looks at his lips and back at his eyes. "You know I could never say no to you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Eddie says, leaning forward, brushing his nose against Steve's. He waits a moment and whispers, "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," Steve says, moving forward to meet Eddie, connecting their lips in a kiss that makes Steve realize this is definitely more than just a challenge.
His hands move into Eddie's hair, trying to bring him closer as Eddie's hands trail up and down his back, pressing into him.
Steve breaks the kiss, breathing deeply before going right back in, deepening the kiss when he feels Eddie's tongue trace the seam of his lips.
Shit, he needs to make sure this isn't just him flirting.
He slows the kiss and gently pulls away, only for Eddie to kiss him again, pulling him in even closer, only breaking away when Steve breaks the kiss again and rests his forehead against Eddie's.
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and says, "Please, let me just stay in this a little longer before it has to end."
Steve's heart thuds in his chest as he works up the courage to ask, "Does it have to end?"
Eddie slowly pulls away and looks at him. "Steve, that was too far and we both know it."
"What if it wasn't?" Steve asks.
Eddie looks at him with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and maybe even sorrow. "It was for me."
Oh. Steve steps back a bit and nods, running both his hands through his hair. He pauses and looks at Eddie who looks unbelievably scared. There's no way he thinks that he didn't enjoy that... right? "Eddie-"
"Don't, Steve. It's fine. I won't tell anyone."
Steve shakes his head and steps forward, only for Eddie to step back in fear. "Eddie, you can't seriously think this was just me seeing how flirtatious you can be, right? At least, that's not what it was to me."
"It's not?"
"No," Steve says and steps forward again, "Look, I don't know what changed, but from the first moment you started flirting with me, it's felt like more than a challenge. And yes, maybe it's been less than a full day since then, but I really like you. And I don't want the flirting to be fake anymore."
Eddie takes a second to process what he's saying then asks, "This isn't flirting going way too far, right?"
Steve shakes his head. "No."
Eddie smiles. "So, you're saying that my flirting worked?"
"If you agree to go on a date with me, then yes."
Eddie's face lights up. "I'll say yes if you still promise to tell me if it ever goes too far."
"Like I said, I don't think it ever could."
"And I think it can, my fuzzy wuzzy bear."
Steve's nose scrunches in disgust while Eddie stares at him with a manic smile, waiting to hear his reaction. "Okay! Too far! That was horrible."
"I know," Eddie says with a laugh. "And you still want to go out with me?"
"Yes," Steve says without hesitation, "But please, no more horrible nicknames or I'll find out what's too far for you."
Eddie winks. "I look forward to it."
Steve laughs while shaking his head before he pulls Eddie into another kiss.
And while Eddie never really goes too far with Steve, the kids and Robin chime in often to alert Eddie when they've had enough. But it never seems to stop him.
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Love isn't dead
Yandere cupid x reader
Tw: yandere, minor mention of body horror, obsessive and possessive behavior, isolation
šyou couldn't remember when he first appeared or when you could feel another presence near you. All you knew was that you had a cupid trying to set you up.
šalways nonchalant when you'd open a closet door and he'd be hiding inside. Pausing to stare before continuing to put the towels away. He swore you could see right through him and at him at the same time. But that shouldn't be possible. Because humans can't see cupids. They're not supposed to
šbut that obviously wasn't the case with you. Sweetheart quickly became more bold. Watching you quietly and forgetting his task of finding your soulmate. It got to a point where you blatantly confronted him after you finished bathing, noticing a pair of pink heart eyes staring at you from the top of the shower curtain half way
"are you going to keep staring at me like a creep or are you going to actually introduce yourself?"
"gah-!! Ah.. uh right! Ofcourse! I-im sweetheart! Pleasure to meet you!"
šafter Introducing yourself, you set some ground rules. 1. Don't watch you while you shower, use the bathroom, or sleep 2. Don't Invade your space 3. He can't stalk you while you're out and about
šat first he followed these rules, nodding obediently and following them diligently. But then he noticed something.. when did you become so beautiful? He swore you were more beautiful than his mother.. so kind and patient, he almost didn't want to finish his job, just stay here with you forever. Offering him food, caring for him, giving him hugs and cheek kisses. He wanted more.
šhe broke your rules, but he never let you find out. He'd never want to upset you! Having gotten better in hiding, he silently watches from the shadows. taking things he's sure you won't notice. All he talks and asks about now is what you like, what you're thinking of or if you got your eye on anyone. Claiming it's because he's curious about humans
š growing possessive, he uses one of his hate arrows whenever a suitor tries to approach you. How dare they try and take what was his! Can't they see you're too perfect for them!? He saw everything else as inferior to you, nobody was worthy to see your smile. A god/dess among rubbish.
šhe started using his arrows to distance your loved ones, until he was all that you had left. Comforting you, holding you close, wiping away your tears. He felt a foreign burning feeling in-between his legs whenever he saw you cry. Wanting nothing more than to lick them up but he knew you would consider it weird
šhe didn't dare use a love arrow on you, he wanted to see you. The real you at all times. Ignoring the angry calls his mother and siblings would send him, urging him to finish his job and come back home. So he did something he never would have thought of doing. Something irreversible. He cut off his wings, turning him mortal
šhe smiled up at you with a lovesick grin, while you could only stare at him in horror. You had just gotten back from a miserable day at work and stumbled into the bathroom to find it bloody and covered in familiar pink feathers. Slowly walking backwards, glancing at the small bones of where his wings use to be, sticking out. Bloody and mangled.
"this is all for you.. don't you see? I'M your soulmate! We were made for eachother my darling! So let's be together forever.."
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When you send him a dirty text in public
Multiple character headcannons
Authors note: like 3 of these were half way finished in the nsfw section so like deal with it. And Iām gonna dip now bye. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)
Warnings: NSFW Content, femdom(ish) meh kinda, vaginal sex, doggy? Standing doggy?, oral sex, riding, men moaning, that kinda stuff.
You found yourself feeling utterly restless.
The minutes dragged on as you watched your boyfriend engage in a lively conversation with one of his friends.
It wasnāt that you were upset; after all, you knew his friend too.
Yet, a wave of boredom washed over you as you sat on the couch across from them, feeling like an outsider in a world that was supposed to include you.
ā¦then, a light bulb went off in your mind.
You had the perfect idea.
Something that would definitely catch his attention!
Something that could make him blush!
An idea that would redirect all his focus back to his stunning girlfriendāyou!
You were gonna send him a nude.
Okay maybe not a nude..but a very heavily erotic message.
Something that would surely make his heart race!
With a mischievous grin, you typed it out, hit send, and looked up, eager for his reaction.
The type to ask about it out loud
āBabe! Why did you send me this?ā
Is there any way to land a punch on a oversized gorilla?
What on earth is he doing, just thrusting his phone at you so his friend can clearly see that steamy message?
"I mean, it's not that I dislike it... but why now?"
You could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
How could he be so clueless about what should remain private?
āHey, what do you think she meant when she said, āand weāre gonna keep going until you get pregnant.ā I canāt get pregnant..ā
"I, uh..." His friend was wise enough to keep quiet, especially with the glare you shot him from the corner of your eye. "Letās just put the phone away for now..."
"But I wanna knoā"
"Away."
Letās just say your stay didnāt last long.
Once you were back home, you headed straight for your bedroom, eager to call it a night, but your boyfriend wouldnāt let it go.
Even as you settled on the couch to sleep instead, he trailed after you, nagging about the meaning behind that text.
After a while, you noticed he had gone silent, prompting you to glance over at him.
To your surprise, he looked flushed for some reason...
What was he staring at?
"B-babe..."
"...what?"
"Did you want to do the, um... thing together?"
"What thing?"
"Y-you know! The... the boom boom?"
"I'm going to ignore you."
For some reason, he didnāt even protest. Maybe he had finally decided to stop bothering youā
"W-woah!... hey! W-what are you doing?"
"I'm just trying to give you what you asked for...?"
When did you ever ask him to open your legs?
"I donāt remember asking you toā"
"Shh... it all makes sense to me why you're so moody..."
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āMāsorry for not taking care of you baby..ā
You had truly let go of any resentment towards him two organisms ago.
When he promised to fulfill your desires, you could sense the sincerity in his voice, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.
He kept his promise, and Lord were you going numb from pleasure.
He showed no signs of slowing down, and it seemed like he never intended to.
āMm..you always taste so sweet..ā His voice was low and sultry.
The way his tongue danced over your sensitive spot sent waves of electricity racing up your spine, as if he knew exactly how to draw out every reaction from you.
You could feel the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach, a delicious tension building with every flick and swirl.
āSo pretty..I wanna hear you more, gorgeous..ā
His voice was a soft, almost intimate mumble, but the way he spoke was undeniably affecting you more than you were willing to admit.
In a moment of impulsive desire, you thought to quiet his teasing by pulling him closer, a decision that quickly turned into a mistake.
āMhm..you can push my head- please push my head..ā
You didnāt actually expect him to like that..
It was clear he was hard at the moment, his body moving restlessly against the couch, seeking any kind of friction to alleviate the throbbing tension in his pants.
Tension escalated even further as he felt your thighs tightening next to his head once more.
āFuck..squeeze your thighs around me..ā
His words hung in the air, thick with challenge.
You couldnāt deny that you were nearing the edge again, the familiar rush building within you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over.
But you were aware that if you came, if you surrendered completely to the moment, he would likely continue just like beforeāpushing you to the brink.
āMake a mess on my face, baby..come on, Iāll fuck you good after this, promise..ā
I mean whatās one more climax gonna do to hurt anyone?
Characters: Rengoku, Connie, HINATA, BOKUTO, Beelzebub, DIAVOLO, ITTO, Liaos (any character you like)
The type to be very bothered
āHey man, you alright?ā His friend asks, noticing the way your boyfriend had been avoiding eye contact and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
āAbsolutely! Iām doing great! Nothingās bothering me at all! Itās not like a certain someone just sent me a super steamy message, right? Ha ha, that would be hilarious, wouldnāt it?ā
His laughter is forced, a little too high-pitched, as it hangs awkwardly in the air between you all.
Is he even trying to hide it?
Thereās a noticeable flush creeping onto his cheeks, a rosy hue that betrays his bravado, no matter how much he tries to downplay it.
You can see the heat radiating from his skin, and itās clear that heās not as unaffected as he wants you to believe.
The way heās nervously fidgeting with his fingers, twisting them together and then letting them fall to his lap, only adds to the evidence.
His leg bounces up and down, a rapid rhythm that seems to echo the frantic thoughts racing through his mind.
Itās a classic sign of someone trying to mask their anxiety, and itās not doing him any favors.
You canāt help but smirk at the sight of him.
The contrast between his words and his body language is stark.
Heās clearly flustered, and itās almost endearing to see him so rattled.
Your message had definitely had an impact on him.
The way he keeps glancing at his phone, as if willing it to light up with another notification, only reinforces the idea that heās not as composed as he pretends to be.
āCome on, man. You can tell me. Whatās really going on?ā His friend prods gently, hoping to coax the truth out of him.
Your boyfriend swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he tries to find the right words.
āItās justā¦ you know, sometimes messages can be a littleā¦ suggestive?ā His voice trails off.
His friend raises an eyebrow.
āSuggestive? Like, āI miss youā suggestive, or āI canāt thinking about youā suggestive?ā
Your boyfriend shifts in his seat, his fingers drumming nervously against the table, betraying the calm facade heād attempt to maintain.
āMore likeā¦ āI need youā suggestive,ā he finally admits, his voice barely above a whisper.
āAh, I seeā¦ā his friend replies, nodding slowly, as they both turned towards your direction to see you trying to eavesdrop in on their conversation.
āWhat are you guys mumbling about..ā
āN-Nothing!ā
On your way back home you couldnāt help but feel your boyfriendās uneasiness as he walked beside you.
He seemed almost scared of what was waiting for him at home, that it kinda made you feel a little bad for him..a little.
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As soon as you both enter the house, you find yourself taken aback as he unexpectedly pulled you toward your bedroom, before showering your body with heated kisses.
Each kiss, send shivers up your spin as his lips trail along your jawline and down to your collarbone.
Your fingers instinctively weave into his hair, feeling the softness of each strand as he pushes you gently against the cool door.
āMm..I like when you play with my hair..ā
His face nestles into the curve of your neck, breathing in your scent, as his hands begin to explore your shirt, fingers tracing the material, eager to remove it and reveal the skin beneath.
As he works to lift the fabric, he pauses, lifting his gaze to meet yours with a pleading puppy-like look.
You can see the question forming in his mind, the need for your consent hanging in the air.
āPlease, baby..can I?ā
With a soft nod, you give him the answer he seeks.
Thatās how you found yourself helplessly bouncing on his cock.
He bites back a moan, desperately trying to hold some level of composure but losing the battle more and more with every sweet praise you whispered.
āF-fuck, I could listen to you talk all day..you have no idea what your voice does to me, baby.ā He mumbles, his breaths coming in short uneven, gasps
His head leans back against the bed frame, eyes tightly shut, simply to savor the soft sound of your voice.
His grip on your hip squeezes as he begins to thrust against you in a desperate attempt to reach his climax.
He was panting, hard, unable to form a coherent word.
The situation only intensified the moment you call him a āgood boyā.
Hearing you utter those words, despite how he loved hated the phrase, made him feel so good and so so close to the edge.
āI-Iām your good boy...I'm a good boy for you, I jusā want you to f-feel good- ngh..ā
He begins to babble, his only thought being the desire to cum inside you, and with a strangled moan, he finally succumbs to that urge.
It wouldnāt be so bad to have his kids right?
Characters: Reigen, SERIZAWA, ARMIN, Reiner, Nishinoya, KAGEYAMA, CHOSO, LEVIATHAN, Thoma, Chilchuck (any character you like)
The type to get distracted by his phone
The moment he heard his phone chime, he turned to see your message pop up on the screen.
He shot a quick glance to you before looking back to open it.
Maybe this wasnāt the best idea, because now heās found himself grinning like a fool all while absorbing every word of your text, completely forgetting about the conversation with his friend sitting right next to him.
ā..hello?? Bro, who you texting?ā
āYeah Iām listening.ā
āWhat are you talking about? ..Whyāre you hiding your screen..ā
āNothin, Iām not.ā
āCome on, you totally areāā
āDunno what you meanā
Letās assume that you do keep this back to back chat with him while his friend desperately tries to find out what your boyfriends doing.
when your back home, trust me heās taking all the things you said to him on text to heart.
āWhat? B-but baby you said right here that, and I quote āI crave you intensely right now, darling; my desire is almost overwhelming at this moment.ā ā
āI obviously used chat.gpt for that, now go away Iām trying to sleepā you replied, your voice muffled by your pillow.
āBut youāre on your phone!ā
āAnd you got turned on from an AI message.ā
This causes him to scoff slightly, though the small pout on his face was undeniably present.
ā..can we at least go one round?ā
āSay the magic word and Iāll think about it.ā
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āPlease baby..pleasee, s-slow down a lil fāme..ā
His grip on the sheets tightened even more as he tilted his head back, lost in pleasure.
He knew he could easily regain control if he wanted, but you looked so irresistible, he couldn't help but revel in the thrill coursing through him as you pushed him to the edge.
āI-Iām sorry for being greedy, I wonāt do it again- fuck..ā
The words tumbled from his lips, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.
He was greedy. Such a greedy boy.
Asking for just one round but being unable to stop himself, ignoring the potential consequences that loomed in the back of his mind.
Now, heās found himself moaning helplessly as he unraveled from your touch, each sound a testament to the pleasure you were giving him.
āShit that feels good..you always feel goodā
The way your tongue flicked and how you caressed him, especially at the tip, overwhelmed him to the point where tears began to well up in his eyes, a sign of both vulnerability and bliss.
āMāsorry I-I shouldāve stopped after I came..ā
Apologies spilled from his lips, a sign of how close he was to another climax.
He just felt so good. So good from you, and everything you were doing to him.
He could feel the tension building within him, a tight coil ready to snap, as he was torn between the desire to hold back and the overwhelming urge to let go completely.
The way you looked at him with those eyes only fueled his need as he felt himself teetering on the edge, the world around him blurring into a haze of sensation.
"Please... just a little more," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with desperation.
Iām sure he wouldnāt mind a lil more edging..
I think heās got a thing for sexting.
Characters: Dimple, Tengen, Eren, JEAN, Ukai, Tendou, ATSUMU, GOJO, Toji, Mammon, KAEYA, Childe (any character you like)
The type to do an old man squint
The moment he hears his phone chime, heās bringing his glasses up to his face putting distance between him and his phone to look down at the message.
The shift in his expression to one of disappointment clearly indicated that he was somewhat not amused by your timing.
ā¦Maybe because of the raging hard boner you weāre giving him from your boldness. Not that he would ever admit to be turned on by the text. No no, heās not that type of guy.
He had to be very nonchalant about this whole situation, make it as though nothing had happened.
And he surprisingly did exactly that.
This old geezer really just brushed off your message.
āAnd do you know what I told him?ā
āNo, go on.ā
āI told this jerk that-ā
Now you were even more frustrated.
He was truly ignoring you! Intentionally!
You were too caught up in his sudden disapproval to notice the issue he was dealing with down below, too blinded by the sudden disproval he gave to you.
All you could think about was how effortlessly he resumed his chat with his lively friend.
It wasnāt until you waved goodbye and started your walk home in complete silence that it hit you.
Not a single word had passed between you two, and you could sense his irritationāwas he mad?
What on earth was going through his mind?
That stoic expression of his was impossible to readā¦
ā..so babe..ā you start, awkwardly swinging your arms back and forth nodding your head slowly to a nonexistent beat.
āYes?ā
āI just- well about the um..message..ā
āLater.ā
What does that even mean.
Why not talk about it now?
It would be so much nicer than just walking in silence until you got back to your apartment.
But thatās exactly what took place.
Once you arrived, you noticed him darting suspiciously into your bedroom before he locked himself in the bathroom.
The sound of the door clicking shut echoed in the stillness, leaving you standing in the living room.
Choosing to ignore him for the moment, you took a deep breath and tried to focus on something positive.
You thought of a way to lift his spirits, before the idea finally struck you.
Why not make his favourite meal?
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You smile to yourself as you gather all the ingredients for the dinner you envisioned cooking for him, when suddenly you feel hands wrap around you waist from behind.
You could feel the gentle press of his hips against you, and the warmth of his breath brushing your neck as he leaned in closer.
The scent of his cologne created an intoxicating atmosphere around you both as a shiver ran down your spine.
You couldnāt help but lean back into him, feeling the solidness of his toned body against yours, subconsciously grinding into you.
āFuck..you see what youāre doing to me love?ā
You might not have been able to see it, but you definitely felt it.
And youād be lying if you said you werenāt loving every second.
āI did all this? And here I thought you were mad at me..ā
āWhatās there to be upset about when I have a gorgeous girl making me dinner?ā
In a swift motion, he spun you around and lifted you onto the countertop with ease, his hands resting gently on your waist.
He starts kissing you softly, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that sends shivers down your spine.
he moves down to your chest, each kiss igniting a fire within you before pausing only when he heard your small giggle.
āWell your impatient.ā
āā¦Can you blame me? Your the one who sent that text.ā
āSo you did like it, huh?ā
He locks eyes with you for a second and without waiting for a response, he dives back into those passionate kisses, his lips moving with a fervour that made your head spin.
You hear the sound of his belt rustling, the unmistakable sound of fabric hitting the floor, and at this moment you were both in nothing more than your underwear, the cold slab of the counter only causing you to feel even more sensitive to his touches.
He wasted no time in positioning you on the counter, angling your body slightly to grant him easier access. With a gentle motion, he moved your panties aside and entered you with a deep, guttural moan.
āS-shit..you always this tight sweetheart?ā
You held onto the countertop firmly as he began to move slowly, being cautious not to cause you any discomfort.
However, eager for him to pick up the pace, you decided to playfully tease him with your words, knowing he would take your playful banter to heart.
In response, he began to thrust into you with relentless intensity, leaving you no time to catch your breath.
His warm breath brushed against the side of your neck as he tried to stifle the desperate sounds threatening to escape him.
This was your fault
All of this was.
You made him like this, heād never act this irrational before until he met you.
You caused this change in him, and now you were paying for it..with pleasure of course.
(Imagine the rest Iām tired)
Characters: Akashi, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi, kuroo, Akaashi, Ushijima, Osamu, Geto, NANAMI, LUCIFER, Satan, AYATO, Neuvillette, Zhongli (any character you like)
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The type to not open the text
You had been at home for about an hour, perched on the counter, intently observing your boyfriend while cradling a cup of your favorite drink.
But today, your excitement was overshadowing the tranquility of the moment.
Patiently, you waited. And waited. And waited
Fucking hell, when is this man gonna look at his phone?
You had sent him a text that was meant to be flirty, a little dirty, and definitely a hint at what you were hoping for later.
But as the minutes ticked by and he remained blissfully unaware, it was becoming increasingly clear that you might need to show him the text directly for him to understand just how horny you were at that moment.
So, you decided to take action.
āBabe can I have your phone?ā
āYeah sure whatever.ā
Well that was easy. Green flag ig.
you opened his messages and noticed you were the most recent contact, complete with an adorable nickname he would never admit to using.
It made you smile, a warm flutter in your chest, but you quickly shook it off.
This was not the time for mushy feelings; you had a mission.
You tapped on your profile before shoving his phone in front of his face causing him to lean back slightly, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
ā..what are you doing?ā
āRead.ā
He gave you a puzzled look before his eyes scanned the message.
Heās pausing now.
Heās looking up at you.
And back down at the message.
āWhy would you call it a sword?ā
āIs that really what youāre focused on?ā
āWell, yes, because Iām not sure if I should be offended or notā¦ā
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āAre you mad at me?ā
ā¦
āBabe?ā
You could feel your boyfriend's hand resting on your hip as you turned your back to him while lying on the bed.
You werenāt mad at him, of course not.
You weren't angry with him, not at all.
You simply had a lot of built-up sexual frustration.
It wasn't as if he could do anything about it; you would love for him to, but ultimately, it was his decision.
āā¦you wanna cuddlefuck?ā
Never in your life did you expect to hear such words come from his mouth, especially in such a crude manner.
You quickly turned your head to look at him, still keeping your back turned.
āYou for real?ā
"Why not? I've been thinking about it for a while," he replied.
You could only gaze around in disbelief at this unexpected revelation.
Within seconds, he had you stripped down filled with his cock, teeth grazing your neck while his hand explored your body.
It was such an erotic scene it looked like the cover of a hentai, only less..graphic.
However, his thrusts were so lazy it only heightened your frustration, prompting you to take control.
Without warning, you began to grind against him, eliciting a deep moan from his lips.
āNgh..H-hey..at least fucking warn me when your gonna d-do that..ā
Warn him my ass.
If he was going to moan like that, you certainly weren't going to! Who would?
Letās just say your night ended with both of you cuddling up with each other and a bunch of smooches and allat stuff.
Goodnight.
Characters:GIYUU, Sanemi, kageyama, SUNA,, BELPHAGOR, Wriothesley, Liaos (any character you like)
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Fae/faerie Jade trying to get lost reader's name and her being like 'š¤Ø uh, no, give me yours first, let's trade' without knowing that's basically like betrothing herself with him
.ā ļ½”ā *ā ā” A/n: Lowkey I believed faes/fairies used to exist when I was kid lol. And I'm telling y'all this because I had a dream quite similar to this fic lololol, it was a good dream tho :>
.ā ļ½”ā *ā ā” tagging: @harukishiyo @kiraiyugen
"You're quite charming," he says, his voice soft and almost reverent, as if speaking an undeniable truth. "Precious, even. Why won't you tell me your name?"
You hesitate, narrowing your eyes at him. There's something about the way he asks, the smoothness of his tone, that feels too inviting, too... dangerous. For a second, you study him, his sudden appearance intriguing you.
You cross your arms, trying to appear more confident than you feel. "Uh, no. Mister, you should tell me your name first," you say, thinking youāve cleverly sidestepped whatever game heās playing. "Or... We could trade names."
For a moment, his eyes widen, surprise flickering across his face. But then his lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile, one that makes your stomach tighten in a way you canāt quite place. "Ah, a trade, is it?" he murmurs, the words rolling off his tongue with a hint of amusement. "Very well, if that is what you wish... I shall oblige."
He leans in slightly, his gaze never leaving yours, and for a brief second, you feel as though the air around you has thickened, charged with something unspoken. When he speaks his name - Jade, like the gem, itās with a deliberate, almost theatrical grace, each syllable drawn out as if heās savoring the moment. His voice is like silk, and his name feels heavy, lingering in the air between you.
And the sound is almost magical, hypnotic even.
You don't realize it, but the moment you suggested a trade, you unknowingly set the trap he had been waiting for. To exchange names with a fae is to offer something more than just words; itās an agreement, a binding promise. By giving yours, you would be tying yourself to him, just as heās doing now.
And the look in his eyes ā the way they gleam with that mix of amusement and something darker ā tells you that he knows exactly what you've just offered, even if you don't.
When you finally open your mouth to respond, you donāt see the invisible chains that have begun to form around you, nor do you hear the silent vow heās made to keep you by his side.
"Well," you begin, a bit nervously, trying to shake off the sudden intensity in his eyes. "I guess itās only fair to share mine now." You tell him your name, and as the words leave your lips, you can't help but notice how his smile widens, sharp and satisfied, like a predator finally closing in on its prey.
āAh, so that is your name, Yuu,ā he repeats, almost reverently, as if tasting it, repeating it again and again as if he was getting used to it. āBeautifulā¦ fitting, even.ā
He takes a step closer, and you instinctively take a step back, but he follows, closing the distance again. āYou have no idea what youāve just given me, do you?ā His voice is gentle, but thereās an underlying current, a subtle shift that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
You blink, confused. āWhat do you mean?ā you ask, feeling a little defensive. āItās just my name. We traded, remember?ā
āOh, but itās not just a name,ā he replies, tilting his head as if amused by your innocence. āTo share a name with a fae is to forge a bond, one that can not easily be broken. You offered a piece of yourself, and Iāve accepted it. Just as I have given you a piece of me in return.ā
You stare at him, the realization dawning on you slowly, like the creeping shadow of a storm. You had to have misunderstood what he just said.
āWaitā¦ Are you sayingā¦?ā Your words falter as you search his eyes, looking for any sign that heās joking, but thereās none. The grin on his face is too calm, too knowing, as if heās been planning this all along.
āYes, my dear,ā he says, his voice soft and almost affectionate, yet thereās a possessiveness in his tone that makes your heart skip a beat. āWe are bound now, betrothed, if you wish to call it that. You belong to me, just as I belong to you. Isnāt it delightful? Mom and dad will be glad to know you.ā
Your heart starts pounding, a mix of disbelief and panic surging through you. āNo, no, thatās not what I meant!ā You stammer, shaking your head as if you can undo the words youāve already spoken. āI didnāt agree toā¦ to this! I can't get married right now.ā
He doesnāt seem fazed by your protest. If anything, he looks even more delighted now. āOh, but we're married now due to fae traditions. The moment you proposed the trade, you sealed your fate. And I have no intention of letting you go, my precious beloved one.ā
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch cool but oddly soothing. āDo not fear, Yuu. I shall take care of you, cherish youā¦ just as a good partner should.ā
You try to pull away, but his hand cups your cheek, holding you gently in place. āThere is no need to run, no need to fight. We are bound by something far stronger than mere words. You wished to know my name, and nowā¦ you will never forget it.ā
The forest around you feels like itās closing in, the air thick with something unseen, as if the world itself acknowledges the bond between you. And in his eyes, you see no hint of malice, only a patient, eternal watchfulness, as if heās content to wait, to let you come to terms with what youāve unknowingly become a part of.
āIāll give you time to understand,ā he murmurs, his lips curling into a soft, almost tender smile as he presses a kiss to your temple. āBut know thisā¦ I am yours, just as you are mine. And there is no escaping what has been forged tonight... Love.ā
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