Me creating an OC: Wouldn't it be messed up if they were mind-controlled for years with no memory of life before the mind control started. Wouldn't it be messed up if they weren't sure who they are now after they broke the spell. Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch them struggle with figuring out how to live now that they make their own decisions.
Me creating another OC: Wouldn't it be messed up if they were mind-controlled their entire life. Wouldn't it be messed up if they genuinely didn't know which character traits are theirs and which were installed by mind control. Wouldn't it be so interesting to watch them slowly regain control and break away from the spell and rebuild their personality.
Me creating another another OC: Wouldn't it-
Reasonable part of my mind: No.
Me: I haven't said anything!
Reasonable part of my mind: I know what you're gonna do. Don't. We have enough characters who went through mind control.
Me:
Reasonable part of my mind: Do. Not.
Me:
Reasonable part of my mind: Don't you dare.
Me: Okay but like A LITTLE BIT of mind control-
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“i’m sorry baby” simon murmurs against your warm skin, large hand coming up to palm your breast under the material of your shirt as he watches you squirm under his hold, fingers kneading your nipple.
“you hurt me, si…” you whine, doe eyes looking at him as you sniffle. “i hate you”
he hums with a nod, peeling your shirt off just enough to expose your naked chest. “i know baby, i know.. was a dick to you, yeah?”
you don’t answer, covering your face with your hands as he continues to pepper kisses down to your stomach. your quiet sobs make simon’s heart breaks.
“fucking asshole”
that almost makes him laugh, but he doesn’t. only smiles. “i was”
“a bastard you are”
he kisses your clothed cunt. “i agree.”
you shudder at the contact, whining. “careful. i just waxed there. I’m a little sensitive.”
he groans. he swears you’re doing that on purpose. “i will sweetheart.”
his fingers move to pull your laced panties down, ever so slowly. his hunger increases the moment his brown eyes settled on your pretty wet pussy.
“christ” he breathes out. “gonna make it up to you, pretty girl. i promise.” he sits up on his knees, looking down at you. glossy eyes looking up at him with a small pout formed on your lips. his cock growing hard under his briefs
‘fuck, don’t look at me like that’ he thinks to himself
puffing out a scoff, you reply “doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you for this si”
he knows. he hurt you. his pretty girl. he made you cry and that’s something he would never forgive himself too. that fight was stupid, he knows that now.
“i know, sweetheart” he pulls the waistband of his boxers slightly, just enough to take his hard cock out before hovering your body. a small gasp escapes your lips when his the tip of his shaft make a brief contact against your cunt. “i didn’t mean to make you cry. was a proper dick. hurting my baby like that, yeah? what kind of a man am i.”
he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight.
you bite down your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. simon stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.
“gonna fuck you real good, ma” the term of endearment almost makes you cum. as he begins to rock his hips back and forth. he watches you arch your back, soft hands gripping around your tits with pretty moans falling off your lips like an angelic prayer. he growls at the perfect sight, making him thrust even faster.
“show you how sorry i am”
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yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.
but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.
he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.
his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.
when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.
but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.
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