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sinswithpleasure · 2 years

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After School Anal

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Part 1 here!

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"Take these clothes off me, dear. I want to be naked."

Karina pulls your hands to her bunched-up skirt. Even after getting her pussy fucked and her face blasted with cum, she still wants more. A real go-getter, an overachiever, this girl. Good thing you're exactly the same type as her.

A short tug has the hem fall from her waistband. Another tug has the article of clothing fall from her hips to the floor. She kicks it aside, and she pulls her shirt down.

"What're you waiting for, dear? Strip me."

Your hands follow immediately. Karina helps you pull her blouse off her, and when she throws her shirt aside, you take the time to ogle her beautiful breasts again. Fuck, she's got the best body in school—her big breasts unable to be hidden under that uniform, her thighs thick and full, and a tight pussy as well as a cute ass always worth fucking.

Karina turns to her bag to fish out the ever-familiar bottle of lube.

"You know what to do. The question is, dear, how would you like me today? On the table, spread for you, or bent over and fucked from the back?"

Both choices are fucking tempting—you're already so hard at the thought of anal sex with Karina, and now that you get to choose how you'd like to fuck her…

"I want you on the table. You're too pretty not to watch being fucked."

"Aww, thank you, dear. On my back it is, then."

Karina climbs atop the teacher's desk nearby. She lies back on it as she spreads her legs wide open, her two fuckholes exposed right to your eyes.

"Lube it up nice and thick, dear, and fuck me until you cum inside this tight ass."

One long squeeze fills your hand with lube. You run it all over your shaft, every inch slathered in the substance, before you coat one digit with more of it. Karina takes in a sharp breath when she feels your finger run over her asshole.

"Go on, dear. Lube me up."

You push against her ass, and Karina relaxes, her ass easily taking your finger in. You work in a knuckle and spread the lube around her insides, gently working your finger in all the way. Bit by bit, Karina's ass works to engulf your finger, and she moans at the pleasurable intrusion paired with her own ministrations on her clit. Karina rubs her own clit slowly as you lube her up, a slight smile gracing her beautiful features.

"Done, dear? Ready to fuck this top girl's ass?"

"You know I am, Karina."

Both of you groan when you place your tip at her ass and push into her. Karina's ass feels just as good as the first time you fucked it—you've fucked her in every hole so many times now, and it still feels amazing. You're thankful for this arrangement between you and her—both of you were top students with just as much interest in sex as much as studies, which just meant you two were meant to work together and fuck each other. This arrangement definitely benefits the both of you a lot—less stress, more sex, and you're both steadfast friends at the end of it anyway.

"Fuck me, dear," Karina reiterates, "Fill my ass with cum."

Her words, not yours. You begin to fuck her ass, your hands shifting to Karina's calves to spread her legs open. All of her body is exposed to your eyes: her beautiful features taken by pleasure, her jiggling breasts with every thrust, and her pretty pussy, juices leaking out of it with every rub of her clit. You know how much Karina gets turned on with anal, and with her masturbating during anal sex with you, you know it wouldn't take long for her to cum. You probably could last a little longer, but you doubt you would anyway, with a full view of Karina having sex. You're so fucking attracted to her that you wouldn't resist cumming in her tight ass at the first opportunity.

"Faster, dear, mmf~!"

You oblige, your thrusts growing in tempo and some force. A loud moan and Karina's hand moving faster in time with your thrusting has you smiling—she's loving it as much as you do.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight, Karina…"

"And—oh, God!—And you're so fucking thick, ugh, fuck! You—You fuck me so fucking good—agh, fuck~!"

Karina slides her hand downwards, and she spreads her pussy open with her middle and ring fingers.

"Look at me, dear—oh!—just l-look at how wet I am."

You fuck her even harder at the sight. Karina's body looks fucking sinful—her breasts jiggle with every thrust, the desk beneath her creaking softly with every single movement, and her pussy drips with arousal, small streams of her juices running over your cock, serving as extra lubrication for the fucking she's enjoying. Karina extends two fingers to her pussy, and you watch with lust as she plunges her fingers into herself. She fucks herself following the rhythm you set, her palm still stimulating her clit, and she fondles her breasts with her other hand, kneading the soft flesh and pinching the hard nubs atop her bust.

"Oh fuck, Karina, you—"

"I—ngh!—I look pretty, right, dear? I look the…. the prettiest fff—haah~—fucking myself for you, right? I… I know you l-love it when I—oh, fuck, God, fuck!—when I fuck my pussy for you—fuck!"

She's taken the words right out of your mouth. No more need for talking then—you refocus all your energy on fucking her ass just the way she likes it. A slight shift of Karina's legs has her lying just a bit to the right. You definitely don't want her to squirt all over you now, as good as that idea sounds—you still need to wear the uniform home.

Karina's moans and whines all mash into a string of unintelligible words, the pleasure of anal sex and the dual stimulation of both her clit and G-spot destroying any other thoughts she might've had. Karina's ass tightens, and you curse at the pleasure. Just a bit more…

"Oh, God, Karina, I won't last much longer, shit!"

"Same, dear, fuck, just like that, just like that! Make me cum, fill my ass with your cum!"

You maintain the hard thrusts into Karina as per her instructions, and you visibly see Karina get closer and closer. Her moans soften into gasps. Her body begins to writhe more. She grips her breast harder, her fingers moving quicker, in short pumps. At the same time, you feel your balls tightening, preparing to…

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"

"Fuck, me too—!"

A scream rips through Karina's throat as a huge gush of squirt explodes out of her body. Karina might as well have been a broken dam with how much she releases. Her fingers rub her clit hard to prolong the orgasmic pleasure she enjoys, and spray after spray of her streams burst all over the first 2 rows of desks in front of her, the loud hiss of her spray against her nether lips so damned loud, and the sight so damned hot. Karina leaves no surface dry—she coats everything in her orgasm, just as you coat her ass with your cum. The sight of Karina's body convulsing as squirt splashes everywhere pushes you over the edge instantly. Thick shot after thick shot of hot cum floods Karina's ass, and you feel her milk every last drop out of you—you distinctly remember roughly ten shots of cum being blasted right into Karina's waiting asshole. You look down to your connection and you groan at the sight of your semen overflowing between the gaps of your cock and her ass, semen dripping and pooling on the desk beneath her as her squirts slow to a small spray. It runs down her thigh to mix with your cum, and you pull out of her after the both of your orgasms have ended. A deluge of white semen follows your exit from Karina's body, and you bite your lip watching the aftermath—your thick creampie of Karina's ass is something you want to burn in your memory forever.

"Be a good boy, dear, and get me my buttplug, please? Front pocket of my bag."

You retrieve the toy from Karina's bag, and your cock stirs when she pushes it into herself. Karina smirks at you as you stare, and she pushes herself off the table to walk over to you. She plants a soft kiss on your cheek as she giggles.

"You promised me a meal after, dear. I didn't eat at all the whole day just so you could fuck my ass, y'know? I want fried chicken."

"Okay, okay. Let's just clean up and get dressed first."

"Okayyy~!"

You turn to your bag, but Karina grabs your hand and pulls you towards her. You collide into her, and she takes the chance to wrap her arms around you in an embrace. You can feel her body against yours—God, her boobs are so soft—and then her hot breath tickles your ear, the sweet orange scent of her shampoo enveloping you.

"When I'm safe, dear, what do you think about cumming in my pretty little pussy?"

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #male reader #aespa smut #aespa karina smut #karina smut

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gz-missfit · 9 months

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God these are live thoughts about this but Tazercrafts dynamic today. Their undoubted attachment to each other fucking hurt today.

Let's see how long this gets.

So first of all its definitely obvious that both still carry wounds from the prison, there's no doubt about it and while Mike definitely showed that a lot more over the last weeks we all kinda picked up on Pac not being okay, on how he was doing his best to move on for Mike. To stay sane for Mike. to ground him when his intrusive thoughts got bad or when he woke up from nightmares after seeing Walter Bob.

We all could see through his facade even if it was just based on instincts and small actions and words he said during the beginning, we knew he wasn't fully okay but no one else did cause above all else this dude is an incredibly talented liar if he has a reason and goal for it.

Now why do I bring that up?. Because we saw him express not being okay today! Mike saw him not being okay today for the first time since they escaped cause even if their minds are melded together by a bond that goes beyond words they're able to keep secrets from each other, and with his own emotions being a bubbling mess there was no way Mike could've noticed that a lot of those were also Pacs.

We saw it with how he got trapped, how he was panicked beyond believe and I think that's the first time Mike noticed that Pac is still very much not okay, because Mike was calm. He noticed Pac be so close to a panic attack to something that usually wouldn't bother him so his mind realized there that Pac was also still hurting, that Pac also needed help just like he did to calm down. While Pac helped him cool his boiling anger, Mike realized he needed to help Pac with his drowning anxiety. That's why his calm response to calm Pac and tell him he'll be okay hurt so much.

It was Mike first realizing Pac needed him too, especially now that they went back there.

The next was when the code attacked, both were so. Helpless. Obviously in typical Pac behavior he ran towards Richas, the ever selfless Pac throwing himself infront of his son like he does during any threat. Which is honestly a scary trait of him if I think about it too deeply (I swear this dude needs therapy but that's a whole other box I'd have to open) and the code zoned in on him. Teasingly hitting him while again, Pacs anxiety bubbled in his throat as he desperately called out for Mike. And Mike again, was helpless staring at his best friend, his souldbound because he couldn't help. He couldn't hit it no matter how much he tried, so he tried so hard to calm Pac but you could tell that this time even Mike was cracking at the seams. Pacs fear and pain meddling through their connection and filling his brain that when the Pearl teleport hit them he passed out on the spot. While Pac kept standing just through sheer adrenaline and blood loss fueling him alone.

This is also the first time forever got to see Pac panic, his constant repeating of words being the worst show of his anxiety we've had so far.

And when Mike finally came back to, and he and Pac could breathe to explain. But Pac vanished, ripped from the reality that surrounded them while Forever, Richas and Mike could do nothing but watch as his vanishing left the faintest purple particles behind, proving that he didn't do this on his own.

Now...I'd like to think that Mike logging off was a connection of multiple things, his hands reacted faster than his mind could comprehend so while Pac got transported through nothingness only to be dropped in ice cold water Mike teleported home.

And then he broke.

There's no doubt that Pac and Mike's minds are tied together, like I've said before they'll always be 2 hearts and 1 soul for me as they're soulbound since childhood. Destined to find each other and stay together till the end of time. So when Pac got teleported Mike could feel the fuzz of the forced teleportation in his own mind, could feel the ice cold water chill him down to the bone knowing that for Pac that feeling was a thousand times worse. And I think the thing that did it, that hit him the hardest was feeling his soulbound snap.

To feel the connection that was usually constantly flowing go dead silent. To feel part of his soul rip apart. To feel part of himself go dull and fade as he could do nothing but hope that this wasn't the end. That he would be able to call out to his partner in crime again and receive a response rather the static that screamed at him now whenever he tried to tap into their connection.

The silence was deafening for Mike, the echos of Pacs voice shouting through his brain as he could nothing but stand there and watch. Stand there and feel as his other half vanished into nothingness.

So his mind shut off, white noise flooding his mind as he fell unconscious and this time having no one by his side. His body laying safe in the arena they built together.

And I think deep down he knows what he'll wake up to, an empty arena. No one looking after him as much as he looks after them. A voice that usually filled his mind with a constant flow of conversation being gone. All while he has to desperately try and rebuild the part of himself that he lost. Just waiting and hoping that this isn't the last time he saw him, that his mind can take this hit better than when they took Walter Bob cause this time he has to be strong. Just like Pac has been for him since their escape. He has to hope and wait and try to find Pac.

Because in Mike's mind, in their shared soul Tazer was now offline.

Leaving Craft alone.

#qsmp #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #void mumbling #god im like #in such emotional distress over them #Pacs last words being Mikes name #that carrying through their connection #Leaving it to be the last thing that echos in Mikes mind #just ow #god i love how good these 2 are at just #showing how genuinely emotionally dependent #on each other #they truly are

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donkey-hyuck · 1 year

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[00:00 a.m.] for our haechan who works too much ♡

~ He doesn’t know when and he doesn’t know how but Lee Donghyuck had grown tired.

Tired of what? Everything.

The year was coming to an end yet he and his members have not. With barely enough time to rest with back-to-back performances and tours with not only 127 but dream as well, he grows tired.

He doesn’t know why he’s feeling like this and he really doesn’t want to come to the conclusion that he’s just tired. Being an idol is everything he wants, everything he’s ever known. Yet he grows more and more fatigued as the days drag by.

Everything he’s been experiencing with tours and movie makings thrills him, excites him. They’re opportunities that happen once and a lifetime. Yet at the same time he feels nothing at all. Just tired.

You’d barely had enough time to see him. And you never call, worried that you may be disrupting Lee Donghyuck who was forever following his passion. He’s an idol, it’s almost like he was born to be one. But he’s also a human being. And human beings can only take so much.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take. I love being there for my fans and being someone they can look up to but it just doesn’t feel the same,” he sighs, shifting around in his bed.

He facetimed you that night. He wanted to come over but you made him stay home. You lived on the other side of town and you convinced him that it’d be too much of a hassle for him to come to your apartment. You knew how hard he worked and you constantly pressured him to just rest. To take advantage of every minute of spare time to relax and just be Lee Donghyuck. Not Lee Haechan.

You don’t know what to say to him. This was the first time you’ve ever heard him feeling dejected. Like everything he’s doing is a chore. You hum, letting him confide in the warmth of you, even through the phone screen.

“I love my fans and I love my members but we’ve all been feeling off this year. We had so many opportunities offered to us since covid and it feels like we’re making up from those years that were stripped from us but, god, I feel so…. lost. I feel so overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Hyuck has finally opened up to you despite your knowledge of his feelings because of the worrying habits of his members. You recalled the time Jeno called you, saying that your lover was rejecting meals and was cooped up in the practice room. Or the time Mark texted you saying that Hyuck was having an off day and that something was definitely up.

“…. I just… I-I don’t know,” he trailed off. And by no means did you mean to zone out but looking at Donghyuck through the pixelated screen made you want to cry. He’s never felt like this. You have to see him.

“I gotta go now, Hyuck. My moms calling me, I’ll be right back,” you could see the rejection flash in his eyes as he sighed and let you hang up. You felt horrible. But you were going over to see him. And hopefully that would make him feel better. At least a bit.

It was a long twenty minutes of Hyuck scrolling through his phone, waiting for a call back from you and those intrusive thoughts came back.

Were you starting to grow tired of him too? Why were you taking so long?

A knock was heard on the door. First came in Taeyong, and soon after, you. The man audibly gasped and got up from his bed to finally have you in his embrace.

“Are you not tired, my love?” You brushed your fingers through his hair.

“Not really. We have something to do tomorrow so there’s not really any point of me forcing myself to sleep,” he looks over to the digital clock. Just past midnight, “I guess later on.”

The room grows quiet. You’re both laying on your sides with Hyuck’s face hiding in your chest with your fingers running through his locks and your chin rested on the crown of his head.

All goes well until the tears managed to escape the sockets of his eyes. Immediately, you unwrap your arms and look down at the love of your life.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong, my love?” Almost everything is more gentle now than ever before and you grow even more worried, looking at the idol in front of you.

“I just… I don’t know how long I can do this. I’m so grateful to have these opportunities for my members and I but, god, I’m so sick of feeling like this. I feel more incomplete than I ever have but being apart of the industry is so important to me. It’s all I’ve ever known and I’m completely terrified to think of where I’d be without it but…” He breaks down once more, with you wrapping your arms around him so he can let out all of the tears he’d been so selflessly hiding.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” you shush him, which only prompts him to cry even harder.

“You’re completely valid to have those thoughts, angel. I know how hard you work, and although I don’t know really know what you go through, it’s okay to have those thoughts and have those days. It’s so completely unfair for your company to use you for the income, and I don’t even have words to express the disrespect I have for your company to be treating you and your members like that, but I’m right here. Let it all out and I’ll be here waiting for you to cry out all of your emotions at the end of every day.”

You repeat those words over and over again as the sobs coming out of Lee Donghyuck breaks your heart into trillions of pieces. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before and you’re thankful that he’s opened up to you but every fiber in your being wants to punch every person that’s ever made Hyuck feel like this. Starting with his godforsaken company.

No words are further exchanged as he falls into his well deserved slumber.

You, on the other hand, don’t rest a bit that night, wanting to nurture every hurt that Donghyuck feels and has felt for the past decade.

Strong is too vague of a word to describe Donghyuck pushing through everyone in the industry to get where he is today. With every bit of criticism and drawback, he handles it like a god and doesn’t complain.

Lee Donghyuck is strong. He is the strongest person you know, inside and out and he only deserves the best. You never want him to feel like this again. You’d fight every person who’s ever made Donghyuck feel, in honest words, like shit.

He deserves all the love he puts out into the world.

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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Request idea: Robin comes out to her parents and it doesn’t go well (referenced abuse) so she goes and stays with Steve. Nancy sees her living with him and wearing his clothes and assumes the worst, they’re dating, but she can’t understand why it bothers her so much if she’s so over Steve. How does she react to the truth after seeing robins bruises one night and how does she realize her feelings weren’t for Steve after all?

i loved this prompt :) i hope you enjoy!!

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That definitely wasn’t Robin’s shirt she was wearing, and it definitely shouldn’t be bothering Nancy as much as it was to see her wearing it.

It was hot and it was Hawkins and maybe that was why. Maybe Robin didn’t own any proper t-shirts.

Maybe Nancy was just an idiot - but she was a sucker for detective work and she couldn’t stop the jealous bile rising up in her throat every time Robin caught her eye that day, draped in an old basketball tee that practically swallowed her whole. The faded green made her sharp blue eyes stand out even more, glinting in the hot sun.

They’d all accompanied Max to the Hawkins skate park (less of a skate park and more of an old, rusted parking lot) that day. And while watching Mike bumble around and attempt to not open his forehead on the sidewalk was very fun, Nancy was regretting her involvement more with each passing second.

“Did somebody set your dog on fire?” Eddie asked from where he’d sprawled himself on a bench by the rim of the skate park, clunky sunglasses covering up a good half of his face. She held a hand to her face and dimly recongized she’d been scrunching her whole expression up in anger, practically burning a hole through Robin and Steve - who were stood way too close together on the opposite end of the park.

“Is it that bad?” Nancy asked miserably. She used the hand on her face to wipe at her forehead. Maybe it was the heatstroke. She wasn’t sure what else it could be.

“It appears, Wheeler, that you’ve got a jealousy issue,” Eddie hummed through clenched teeth, grinning wickedly up at her. She shook her head vehemently and leaned against the chainlink fence, arms crossed. Pay attention to Mike, Nancy. He was on the verge of collapsing. Pay attention to Mike, Mike with his flailing arms - and Robin was laughing at him, leaning back with the tiger emblem on full display. Nancy groaned dramatically.

“I do not have a jealousy issue,” Nancy replied, short and clipped. Because she really didn’t. “You know I don’t like Steve like that. Not anymore.” Eddie poked her side with an intrusive finger, dragging her eyes back to his impish face.

“Who said anything about Steve?” He said, laughter chasing his words. Nancy shook her head down at him in confusion, refusing to give him anymore bait. Whatever he’d meant by that, she had no idea.

Because she wasn’t into Steve. Seriously. And people needed to stop trying to force them back together.

There’d been a moment, maybe, in the franticness of the Upside-Down where she’d considered it. Where she’d saw how much he had grown and changed and came to appreciate it. But it wasn’t a like-appreciate. It was a love-appreciate, like the love you share for a close friend. Somebody bonded to you by trauma. They’d never work, just like they didn’t work in the first place. They clashed heads too much.

Besides, couldn’t a boy and girl be friends? Nancy wasn’t one of those people who disagreed…which is why she’d tried for so long to wholeheartedly believe Steve and Robin when they promised they were platonic-with-a-capital-P.

But they couldn’t be. Nancy didn’t believe it. Steve didn’t share shirts with her. They shared drinks, sure, and food, and babysitting duty. But never clothes. And yet Robin showed up to practically every friend gathering adorned with some article that screamed Steve - basketball shorts, baggy t-shirts, sometimes even his well-loved sweaters.

So they were dating. That much was clear. Why that fact upset Nancy as much as it did was the real confuser.

This bubbling, upset volcanic feeling came to a head when Steve hosted The Party (trademark) at his new apartment downtown. It was far too small for them, so small Nancy spent half the night pushed up against the wall, but that was the best part about it. The scuffing sound of sneakers on his kitchen tiles, the kids piled on the couch together to watch a VHS of The Dark Crystal, the ‘adults’ (and jesus, they were adults now, weren’t they?) taking shots on the countertops and stealing popcorn from his cabinets.

Well. It’d been a great night, up until the point Nancy found herself wandering down the singular hallway. So what - she was a snoop. And the party in the joint kitchen-living room had gotten a little too loud for her liking. She’d never been a crowd person. So she stepped out to take a breath.

There were two doors, one presumably the bath and one presumably the bedroom. Nancy pushed on the one she guessed was the bathroom only to find Steve’s room.

At least, she’d assumed it was Steve’s room. But the door opened enough to give her a glimpse of a folded bra on a pile of clothes. Her stomach dropped to the soles of her shoes. Nancy edged the door open just a little more, glancing behind her to check nobody was about to catch her completely invading her friend’s privacy.

Stepping fully into the room, Nancy was overwhelmed by the amount of evidence that Steve did not live here alone. For a start - both sides of the bed were destroyed in two different ways with both pillows equally slept on. There was a pair of fuzzy pink socks, certainly not Steve’s, slung over a chair in the corner of the room. On one bedside table there was a photograph of Steve, Dustin, and Eddie at the recent Hawkins ‘graduation’ (if you could call it that) and a comb. On the other sat a loosely capped bottle of antidepressants and a small polaroid. Nancy drifted over almost on autopilot and picked it up.

It was her and Robin. She remembered this getting taken - El had gotten a polaroid as a late birthday gift from her father. At a party a few weeks back she’d been obsessively taking pictures. Nancy and Robin had posed accordingly. Robin had stuck two fingers behind Nancy’s head. They were grinning equal smiles. Nancy traced Robin’s face in the photograph absently. They’d spent practically the whole night together.

Her smile soured considerably remembering where exactly she and this photo were located. Clearly the owner of this half of the bed was Robin. Who else could it be? As if the universe wanted to confirm this as soon as possible, a tube of familiar mascara rolled out from where it’d been tucked underneath the pillow when Nancy accidentally bumped the bed. She recongized it because Robin had done her makeup a few days ago in Nancy’s bathroom - Nancy on the counter, Robin on the floor (she was considerably taller). Their faces had nearly been pressed together from the small space. And Robin had used that exact mascara.

“Nance?” Speak of the devil. Nancy whirled around to see Robin in the doorway, face scrunched up in confusion and hand on the doorknob. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Nancy managed out, although the flaring emotions in her stomach were nearly untamable. Jealousy, anger, frustration. Frustration from feeling like this in the first place. She hated when there wasn’t an answer for something.

“I just noticed you’d left the party, so,” Robin explained. She took a cautious step into the room, hand out in offering. “Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Nancy gestured to the bedroom, “sorry for snooping. I just needed a minute.” Robin gave her a reassuring smile, one all teeth and pink cheeks, and somehow it made Nancy even more upset.

“It’s okay,” Robin promised. After a beat: “It’s a great picture, right?”

“Hm?” Nancy wrung out her hands anxiously and put a good amount of distance between herself and the bed, except she was partly trapped from Robin blocking the doorway.

“The polaroid,” Robin elaborated. She pointed over to the bedside table and Nancy’s suspicion were seemingly confirmed. “I love it.”

“So you’re living with Steve?” Nancy asked, wincing at the lack of grace with which she asked it. Robin didn’t look bothered by it. In fact, her smile grew. It was confusing because - if they were seriously secretly dating, wouldn’t they want to hide that?

“Yeah,” Robin said, rubbing the back of her neck with a little laugh. “Sorry. The bedroom’s a shitshow.”

“It’s fine,” Nancy said, absent now from the conversation. Suddenly her head was flooded with drowsy concepts of what exactly Steve and Robin were doing in this bed. She took another step away from it, face contorted in a pained expression. It hurt and it hurt even more to see how concerned Robin was, taking another step into the bedroom. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take this explosion in her stomach, this overwhelming jealous feeling that had her on edge at a near constant rate.

“Nance.” Robin was inches away now, both hands outstretched. Nancy resisted the urge to glare at her, but it seemed she hadn’t fought it back quite well enough because Robin’s fingers curled into her palms. She was so close - too close, Nancy couldn’t breathe. She pushed past Robin breathlessly, sprinting from the bedroom and down the hallway.

She knew the whole group was watching her as she rushed from the hallway out the front door, no doubt visibly distressed. The apartment door slammed shut behind her but she didn’t even wait for it to close before she was bolting down the creaky steps to the first floor.

Outside Nancy took in a breath of the cool night air and felt her eyes, embarrassingly, well up with tears. It was so unbelievably absurd. She pressed a clenched fist to her mouth and heaved.

So what if Steve and Robin were dating? Clearly they made each other happy, happier than she and Steve had ever been. She attempted to separate out feelings to identify the source of the issue, because - she was happy Steve had somebody. That wasn’t the problem.

Nancy sat down on the curb and pulled her shirt into her chest with a little whimper. Nancy Wheeler did not struggle to find the answer. She should’ve figured it out by now. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, so unbelievably helpless and - and crushed.

She was happy Robin had somebody. She was happy Robin had Steve. In a romantic with a capital R sense. But when those words came out of her mouth silently, Nancy testing how they felt around her lips, the taste was all wrong. It hurt to even say it to herself - the implication of what that meant for her, for Robin. It was a gunshot to the chest. Nancy found herself gripping her shirt physically, as if the pain in her heart manifested into a genuine wound.

The door to the apartment complex swung open and closed. Somebody’s booted shoes walked up to her hesitantly on the sidewalk and Nancy didn’t have to look up to know it was Robin.

“Yes?” Nancy allowed after a moment of tense silence. Robin all but collapsed onto the curb beside her, launching into her typical motormouth spiel.

“I’m so, so sorry Nance. I didn’t realize -” Robin choked on her whole breath “-I didn’t realize you didn’t feel like I felt and I didn’t mean to imply anything and I hope you don’t think differently about me now and I hope you don’t think I’m, like, a creep or something because I swear I’m not I just really care about you and you’re, like, my closest friend and I’ve never actually had a close girl friend like this before and I don’t know what I’m doing-”

“Rob,” Nancy said, and Robin promptly snapped her mouth shut. She looked up at Robin’s big blue eyes, shaking with unshed tears, and tried to avoid looking at the too-familiar letterman Robin had adorned on her trip to chase Nancy outside.

“I’m sorry,” Robin whispered. From what little of it that hadn’t been broken before, Nancy’s heart ached with how quiet her voice had gotten.

“I’m not upset,” Nancy said and then sighed, because who was she kidding? “No, I guess I am. I’m sorry. I really tried to be happy for you. I’ve got no right, feeling like this.” Robin opened her mouth and then closed it, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” Nancy rolled her eyes, gesturing to nothing in frustration.

“You and Steve!”

“I don’t follow,” Robin said, shaking her head. “What about me and Steve?”

“That you guys are together,” Nancy all but hissed between clenched teeth. So there. The words were out and they hurt just as much, if not more, as they had thinking them. She had to look away from Robin as she spoke. Silence rang across the street and then Robin started laughing. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nancy,” Robin got out between giggles, “Nance. Oh my god.”

“What?” Nancy repeated. “Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing-” Robin cut herself off with a hand wipe down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just laughing at how crazy this is.”

“How crazy what is?”

“Nancy, Steve and I are so not together,” Robin said. Nancy was about to protest when Robin reached up and grabbed her arm just soft enough to catch her eyes. They looked at each other and Nancy realized Robin, for perhaps the first time in her life, was being completely serious. “Really. We aren’t.”

“Then what? You’re just sleeping together?” Nancy retorted, face flushing.

“I mean, in the most literal sense, yes,” Robin allowed. “He’s letting me live with him. But we just share a bed because we can’t afford a two-bedroom place right now, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Really?” Nancy asked. She was a little embarrassed by how breathy and excited her voice had gotten. Robin nodded, relieved smile on her face. But there was something else in her expression - disappointment, maybe.

“Yeah, so don’t worry,” Robin said. “If you’re, you know. Into Steve again. Or something.”

“I’m not into Steve again!” Nancy protested. She raised an eyebrow at Robin’s disbelieving stare. “Seriously. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She mimicked Robin’s earlier gesture by slashing an ‘x’ across her heart.

“Okay,” Robin finally agreed. She dropped Nancy’s arm, leaving the skin burning from the lack of her warm touch. Nancy folded her arms across her lap and they sat together for a bit on the curb. She tried to press her chest closer to her knees - jesus, it was cold outside.

Suddenly there was a rustle of fabric and then Robin was placing Steve’s letterman on Nancy’s shoulders. Nancy looked up to see Robin in a tank top, clearly her own, watching her with this odd smile on her face. Before she could say anything, Nancy’s eyes caught on a set of molting black-and-blue marks on Robin’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Nancy asked. She reached out a hand to touch the bruises, hesitating before Robin nodded and let her make skin-to-skin contact.

“My parents weren’t too happy with me,” Robin laughed drily, humorlessly. Nancy pushed back the tank top strap to see a multitude of matching bruises lying the rest of her shoulder and traveling down her back. Nancy swallowed back bile that had risen up in her throat at the sight and instead let the anger take over her. Who could ever touch Robin like that? What monsters would do that to her? Nancy cupped her hand on Robin’s shoulder and rubbed the bruise absently with her thumb. Robin’s eyes closed at the soft touch.

“Why?” Nancy asked. “Or was it just-”

“I came out to them,” Robin said in one quick breath. She cracked an eye open to see Nancy’s reaction. “As a lesbian. So, uh. That’s why.”

Nancy nodded. Suddenly some new feeling in her chest bloomed at that. Something warmer and distinctly delicious. Her hand on Robin’s shoulder slid down but Robin was quick to reach up and take it with her own. Their fingers brushed together as they pressed palms, folding in on each other slowly. Robin’s hand was warm and soft, softer than expected. Nancy took a sharp breath in watching the way the dim streetlight a few feet away reflected off Robin’s sharp nose, her cheekbones. The way her shaggy hair was tucked behind her ears. The freckles that splattered her skin even the places where the bruises had all but covered them. And something connected in her brain that had never connected before.

Oh. That’s why she was so jealous.

“Is that why you’re living with Steve?” Nancy whispered despite it just being the two of them. Robin nodded. “I’m sorry for being so stupid about it. And storming out.”

“It’s fine, Nance,” Robin laughed quietly. Nancy watched her sharp eyes drift down to Nancy’s lips and she licked them on instinct. Robin took in a shaky breath reactively but didn’t move her gaze. Knowing Robin was watching her like that made Nancy’s heart twist happily.

“I wasn’t upset because I’m into Steve,” Nancy added. She leaned forward almost on instinct, letting her head tilt slightly. Robin did the same, her clipped hair brushing against her neck as she did. Nancy reached out her other hand to push it back a little, shocked at how shaky her hand was. Robin looked up to make eye contact with her as Nancy cupped her hand around the back of her neck.

“Then why - why were you upset?” Robin stuttered out, eyes closing as she leaned into Nancy’s soft hand. Their noses bumped into each other. They’d slumped forward to meet each other halfway without even really realizing it.

“Because I’m into you,” Nancy admitted, nearly inaudible. Robin surged up to kiss her and when she did, Nancy was ready. All she could think was: I’m a dumbass. A very, very lucky dumbass.

~~~~~

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femmesandhoney · 1 month

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If it's not too intrusive can I ask how you deal w your pmdd ?

I dont have it but my PMS is fucking brutal I was depressed fucking felt like paralyzed in bed due to anxiety, didnt go to classes,then like a few days later i got my period and then everything made sense.

But i just cant like lose a week of my life like this every month. How do you deal with it?

i went on birth control for it but got off of it after a year bc i decided i disliked the effects of birth control, but that did help my symptoms tons and i wouldn't lie to anyone who wanted to go on it bc it did help me, i made a choice to get off of it unrelated to my pmdd.

managing symptoms can be difficult, often my first "response" is to recognize when my emotions are being affected by my pmdd. usually i can tell pretty quickly bc one day i'll walk up and everything makes me rage at the drop of a hat and then get very sad or agitated just as quick, my emotional regulation just being absolutely dogshit to concern anyone around me if they happen to be on the receiving end of my aggression or if they could jump inside my head and see how it was playing out. after so many years knowing i have pmdd, im able to recognize how a lot of that emotional instability isn't "me" and that im being affected by an "outside" force (oncoming period and hormones dropping). i usually do my best to stay mindful of my reactions then and try and do stuff that calms me down and gets my mind away from what had ruptured my emotional state. usually this occurs right in the morning when i get up, so its a fairly quick light bulb moment for me.

and im definitely used to like a shit ton of negative self talk that over the years ive gotten a better hand on, so when those real lows come around, im much better at talking myself out of those low states, but my pmdd doesn't manifest as strongly or too long with huge depressive states. usually, i just try to find other things to distract me when i feel that low, like chatting with friends, family, watching a movie, going on a walk, eating good food, no matter how small can help shift my mood to a more positive direction. when we're down, our brains are really good at thinking about other sad shit, bc our brain sucks like that, so getting ahead of that curve and trying to intentionally distract yourself with better things can generally help. but again, do not feel bad if that doesn't work for you, bc long depressive states aren't what i normally deal with and my advice is general here.

in terms of anxiety and similar emotions, i feel you deeply there. i manage that similar to how i manage any form of anxiety, which is just to do whatever it is that my anxiety thinks i cannot do, as thats the quickest way to rewrite that pathway in ur brain. it can seem very daunting, but it really does help and you can take baby steps all the while. and usually i end up feeling better after i go to whatever it was i was terrified to go to, which when we're feeling terrible af can sometimes make our day a bit better.

i would also say, sometimes i don't do anything during my pmdd time either bc it really does feel like shit even when ive tried combating it and being mindful of myself, some days really do just suck and i wanna lay in bed and hermit away. i don't think you should beat yourself up about that if some months that happens. its gonna happen again even after we have some successes, pmdd can be very unpredictable and sometimes our environment and our day to day lives just affect it even more and cause some months to be worse than others, and that doesn't mean you're lazy or not trying hard enough or anything like that.

#pmdd #i hope this somewhat can be helpful to you #my main things are pretty much mindfulness and distraction tbh #but exercise can be helpful (i never mean intense workout unless thats ur jam) bc going outside can be meditative for us when we really nee #to try and shift our mood to a more neutral place #I've also been managing my pmdd like this for a few yrs now so ive had a lot of practice at finding ways to deal w it that work for me #so don't feel bad if my methods don't help you either im positive you'll find ways even if that includes meds!

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hi! can i request a fluffy halloween fic with scott lang where he and reader does those couple costumes? 🫶 tysm!!!

i am literally in love with you for requesting this. my love for scott is beyond words and this is way too late and rushed but still pls feel free to request again whenever you'd like ily

88 Miles Per Hour

scott lang x reader

"Through costumes put together in a rush and water fights with resident trick-or-treaters, you found a moment of peace to memorize every single detail Scott held."

[2k] | just short & cute nothing worth warning u about except for. scott's beauty. obviously. halloween themes, feelings, kiiiinda friends to lovers but mostly just flirty banter, scott is a cutie and he deserves the world and i love him so much your honor

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Time spent with Scott Lang felt like a whiplash- the dopamine high he tended to give you with his jokes and compliments could rival ecstasy. He wouldn't let you think about anything else; if life was stressing you out, he was definitely the man to go to because through the pointless conversations and intrusive DIY projects, his main priority was to make you feel good, safe and appreciated. And of course, to get you laughing so hard that you wouldn't even be able to remember what you were stressed out about in the first place.

But just like everything else, that went both ways. Scott didn't tend to show it when he was down, but through the decrease in energy, you could sense it. Hell, even from his tone through the line when you called him to ask him about his day- you'd immediately sense that something was wrong, and it needed to be fixed, immediately.

Because in your eyes, Scott deserved much better than what he already had in this life.

So when you showed up by his door with a bag of clothes picked specifically for Halloween and demanded a few hours of his time to prepare after a short call, of course he wasn't going to say no. It surprised you when he announced that he'd much rather stay at home for Halloween, knowing damn well that he was a sucker for the holiday. You didn't have time to ask him what he wanted to wear, since you were already sure that he'd say no if you offered to handle everything and force him out of his place; so an imposition was necessary.

Truth is, Scott didn't feel down. Not in a traditional sense, at the very least. But when you quite literally forced him out of his t-shirt to pull a vintage shirt on him and top it up with a lab coat, he couldn't hold back the bittersweet smile that took over his chiseled, beautiful features; the proximity making him feel all warm and fuzzy. When you rambled on about how you had to scramble everything at the last minute to pull off a Marty McFly and Doctor Brown outfit for the two of you, knowing damn well that he loved the movie, he felt nauseous with how deep his feelings laid within.

If only he could find a way to tell you.

He watched you as you took off your work shirt to change into a white check grid design short sleeve one, and pulled a denim vest on top, letting the signature red puffer vest lay on the couch for the moment before approaching him again with a grin. "The wig is a bit… Low quality, but we don't need anything more," you hummed, mostly to yourself, before pushing him by his shoulders to sit on the couch again- wig fitting materials already ready by the coffee table since you ordered him to go grab some of the stuff you missed earlier on. "Just don't move too much. Sit pretty."

"As long as you don't glue it down to my actual hair," he chuckled, watching as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not gonna glue much," you whispered, as if you were giving him a secret. "The lab goggles. They're gonna keep it in place- I feel like my genius is seriously under-rated…"

"It so is." he joined in, the top secret topic of the conversation hidden between your hushed, childish whispers as you giggled along, before you sat by his side and made him face you, slowly brushing his hair back. Your hold on his chin was so delicate that he could cry just by looking at you, and he probably would if that wouldn't make him seem like a complete idiot.

You made him feel things that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.

And it wasn't anything new. Even back then, when everyone saw him as just another ex-convict, you saw a different light in him. Never discriminated against him, never said anything that could even slightly decrease the hope he had for the future. To you, he was the guy who would show up by your door with a bag of take-out that he bought with his last pocket money just so he could be sure that you weren't skipping meals. He was the guy who always knew just how to cheer you up, just how to hug you so well that all of your worries would disappear.

But then you'd hold him. Like he's this porcelain piece, afraid that he might break if you were any less gentle. You'd play with his hair and massage his scalp while telling him all about your dreams, and how he'd be there to join along. How you'd take him to Europe and then Oceania, then maybe Asia, and show him everything beautiful about this world.

You were so precious that he could feel his stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Or moths. Big, fluffy, ugly moths that made him want to vibrate out of his body.

His bright eyes followed yours as you focused, carefully putting the short white wig on place and setting it down with the help of the goggles. He looked idiotic in an extremely endearing way that you couldn't help but coo, plopping down in between his arms a second later. "You're adorable."

"You're adorabler."

"That's not a word."

"But it's convenient," he hummed, pulling a chuckle out of you as you excitedly got back up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" you quoted, rather dramatically, as he laughed along with you and reached for your red vest, so you could put it on and the two of you would get going.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

You were so proud of yourself.

Firstly, for knowing Scott like the back of your hand. Second, for being the reason he was already out of that gloomy mood- singing along to whatever 2012 pop song was playing, with a bottle of beer he snatched from somebody's table and a small packet of chocolate truffles that he held between your linked arms, as you two walked around the busy streets. People were all dressed up, shiny decorations everywhere- yet through all that light, Scott's eyes shined the brightest.

And you figured that there's nothing in this world you wouldn't do to have those gorgeous green orbs shining that bright with excitement all the time, just like this.

Feet dragging you to a familiar route, you practically pulled him towards the park, filled with kids comparing their trick-or-treat victories and grown-ups trying to get some calming going. Plopping down on the cold grass with a relaxed sigh, you waited until he sat next to you with a grunt, before leaning back on your elbows. "That was fun. But please don't spray kids with water next time."

"It was mutual spraying, why are you trying to make me sound like the villain here?" he feigned innocence but you knew better, judging by the victorious grin he held on before giving the kids their water gun back. You shrugged, instead deciding to sit up again. The lightning didn't allow much through the trees but he had a mature, yet boyish type of beauty that you could appreciate even in the dark. His eyes met yours when he noticed how carefully you were staring at him, though he had to avert them- much to your dismay, as you slowly lifted your hand to trace your fingertips against the laugh lines right by the sides of his eyes.

It only took a gentle touch to get him to look at you again.

"You've got two tiny hazel dots on your right eye," you whispered, trying to hold back a smile upon his attempt of stealthily popping a truffle in his mouth. "The other one is greener, I think. I can't see well from this light but- it's pretty. Have I ever said that before?"

"You explain me to me approximately seven times a day."

"Stop being an ass," a soft snicker left both of you. "I'm trying to memorize you."

He almost gave in. Almost. "What for? You see me a lot."

"I don't see you enough." you shook your head to both sides. Was it the liquid courage or the festive season, you'd never know; but the way he was still smiling gave you all the green lights you could've asked for. "You started to grow some whites on your beard. That's also pretty." your fingers moved down to his slight stubble. "Suits you."

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if words could actually leave his mouth at that moment- so he just let you memorize him. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

But he didn't expect you to just stare at his lips for a full minute, and then reach in to leave a quick peck on them. "And these- still as soft as I remember."

He let out a laugh at that. "We were drunk when that happened, though. Years ago, if I may add."

You shrugged, nonchalant. "It was the first thing I remembered the next morning though. And it was also so gross, God, you salivate a lot when you're drunk."

"You weren't complaining then," his tone was lingering on playfulness. "Can't believe I never kissed you after that to actually prove that I'm actually a better kisser."

"I have serious doubts."

"Do you?" he hummed. "You're a few inches from finding out."

Instead, you aimed for his cheek this time. Scott was content with just that, too, as he let his hand fall on top of yours on the grass, providing shelter from the cold. "Is it scary for you too?"

"Terrifying." he replied right away. "But- you know what? Doesn't matter. As long as I got you."

"Yeah. And- we can do whatever we want. We're unsupervised adults."

"We really should be supervised."

It was slow, from then on. In slow-motion, almost. Because neither of you were in a rush as you stole kisses from one another here and there, never feeling as if you had to put a name on it so quickly. You two were just… Each other's people. And meanwhile that wasn't even near being enough to carry the weight of the feelings you harbored for one another, it felt just right.

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raggaraddy · 2 years

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The Devil's Pet

6: Unveiling a Monster

Master Taehyung x reader. Submissive Jimin.

Summary: Taehyung said there would be no repercussions for the way you behaved at the party, but that rule only applied to you, not Jimin.

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, D/s themes, smut, restraint, punishment, forced erotic stimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, caning, abuse.

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It was like sleeping on a marshmallow. You haven't slept that well the entire time you have been here.

At exactly 8:00 am Jimin came in with a tray of breakfast. However, because of the party the night before, you didn't fall asleep until 3:00 am and were woken up by Taehyung at 7-ish, so 8 was far too early to be thinking about food.

Now at around 2:00 pm, it's a much more comfortable time to be woken by the abrupt opening of curtains and the sudden intrusion of daylight.

"Miss, I am sorry. But Master Kim is awake and I do not think it is wise to be sleeping while he is about." He re-hands you the cloche serving tray full of hot food. He must have remade them. Unless this is a magic cloche that keeps food warm for 6 hours. But most likely this servile boy went out of his way to make new food for you after the first batch went untouched.

"No, it's fine. It feels strange to sleep till such a time anyway. Namjoon would definitely have fired me if I showed up to work at 2 in the afternoon." You say. With a subtle smile, Jimin is trying to remain engaged in the conversation but he's kind of socially awkward. He can be forgiven though. Having your entire life focused around attending to a Masters's needs would make anyone confused about normal social behaviour.

"Will that be all, Miss?" He asks barely above a squeak.

"Ah, so-um," You're trying to think of something to make this conversation flow. A week in and you still know nothing about this flower child. "Yeah. Um-so, how old are you?" You swing your feet over the edge of the bed, with a satisfying crunch of toast as you stuff your mouth.

"I am 26 Miss."

"Wow. I could have sworn you were younger. You look heaps younger." You nod fervently trying to draw him in. But all you get is a blank, confused expression and a small nod back. Think. You click your tongue, "Ah, so how long have you worked here?" Another inspired spontaneously constructed question. You are determined to get him to converse. You are used to interacting with lively, vivacious people and seeing as everyone you have contact with at the moment are; one timorous boy and one egotistical narcissist, you'll have to work with what you're given.

"M-Miss, I have chores to attend to." He says looking back to the door longingly.

"Oh. Oh yeah, no worries. I get it." You rush awkwardly. He bows, his eyes revealing relief. "Just one last question. Do you-do you like working for Taehyung?"

A small genuine smile peaks onto his face. "Yes. Master Kim is caring and kind. I very much appreciate being able to serve him."

You can accept his declaration as honest, but you just don't understand it.

If Jimin is being truthful, which he very much seems to be, then that means there are multiple sides to Kim Taehyung. So far though, you have only seen the rude, arrogant, manipulative side of him. You wouldn't even think to attach the words caring or kind to such a man and you don't know how Jimin can. Not after the number of injuries you have seen on him in only 8 days.

*******

"Where did you put my clothes?" Fresh from a shower, you ask after your very meagre belongings. Looking through the walk-in closet doors the space is empty. In place of Jimin's reply, Taehyung interrupts instead.

"I ordered them thrown out." He says steadily. His sudden deep timbre catches you off guard.

"What? Why?!" You bluster in response, spinning around and are further startled by a shirtless Elite in sweatpants.

"They were abhorrent. You will be provided new clothing once you are more tamed." He sounds almost proud of himself.

His words replay in your head as you have to force yourself to shift your fixation from his chest to his face, feeling your mouth getting dry. It takes a few seconds for you to process what he has said, but as the realization of what he said dawns on you, you become riddled with irritation.

"Are you kidding me?" You scowl, shaking your head. "You must have been wasted last night cause for a moment there you actually seemed human. But you're still just as much of an asshole as I thought you were."

Jimin holds his hand out for you mid-sentence, offering to accept your towel. Your wild, aggressive movements as you flick it into his arms almost feels like punctuation to your irritated chiding.

Ugh, caring and kind my ass. Jimin must have been brainwashed.

"Come here pet." Taehyung's smirk grows from subtle to prominent, looking like one and the same with all of the conceited jerks from last night. Pointing to the space at his feet he calls you to it like a dog.

Your face skews in detest and you shake your head to replace the word no, feeling it almost slipping free in frustration. "You got rid of all my clothes without even asking me. You can come here!" You scoff, pointing at your feet. Annoyingly it doesn't claw any reaction from him.

While you understand they were only clothes they were literally the last things in the entire world that you owned and he threw them out without a care or thought. What happens when you are finally able to leave? You'll have nothing.

"Come here." He enunciates.

Gritting your teeth you have to stop yourself from outright screaming, "Do you even care that you threw away everything I own?"

"Last warning pet, here. Now." He snaps his fingers, signalling again to the space under him. His arrogance making your blood boil.

"No!" You shout back, his derogatory tone obliterating all sense. Ugh. Instantly your forehead scrunches, realizing your mistake.

The sharpness of the collar overcomes you, dropping you onto the cold tiles. Its painful swell feels so much more intense than in previous times. Hot pain spiking and rippling throughout your body in a wave of burning agony. Catching your breath in your chest while you endure it.

In the aftermath, your face is pressed against the ceramic. The soothing cool helps with the residual pain that is ebbing through you.

"I have a task for you," Now standing over you, Taehyung offers his hand for you to accept. With deliberate showy intention, you reject it. Stiffly rolling onto your back. Raising onto your elbows. Glaring at him the whole while.

Intertwining his fingers he squats beside you. Signalling over your shoulder he calls Jimin into the mix. Catching sight of a glint of purpose in his eye makes you nervous.

His servant passes in front of you, standing to the right of his Master. Handing over a thin metalic rod with a gripped handle made from braided leather. A cane. It's a bendable material, a bit thicker than a straw but nearly half a meter long. Looking as light as plastic but as sturdy as steel.

Your jaw stiffens. Your face becomes heated. "If you try to hit me with that, I'll shove it up your ass!" A breathiness to your voice quashes the potency of your threat. Not delivering it as menacingly as you had intended. Lifting up, you lean on your palms, trying to get into a more defensible position.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as Taehyung holds it out for you to take. Apprehensive and unsure, you still decide to take it though. It's better to have it in your hands than his.

"Jimin, undress," The Elite instructs without a spared glance. But of course, his servant follows immediately, dropping his shirt to the floor.

Utterly unprepared for what you are piecing together, you watch Jimin with wide eyes. His soft blonde hair is hanging over his face as he tries, unsuccessfully, to hide the shame in his sea-blue eyes.

"You are going to punish Jimin for his disobedience last night." Taehyung takes the bad you assumed and manages to make it worse. Your stomach churns from his horrendous words and reactively you hurl the cane away from you, flinging it to the opposite side of the room.

There is no chance in hell that you are doing that!

You shake your head in a continuous motion, slowly beginning to scoot backwards. "I'm not doing that." You scowl, dismissing the idea flatly. If he thinks you would ever do anything like that to anyone, let alone Jimin, he is out of his mind.

"Don't you first want to know what he did?" He straightens up, following to where the cane landed. You take the chance to scurry to your feet also, improving your defensive stance.

Shaking your head again vehemently you're at a loss of what to say. You want to defend Jimin but are also cautious of saying anything out of fear of worsening this situation. You clearly have a terrible track record and this time it's not just you at risk.

You're at a loss. You can not imagine a reason for anyone to hurt this sweet young man, but you especially can not comprehend any cause for Taehyung, who Jimin serves so completely and wholeheartedly, to hurt him. You had seen a handful of bumps and bruises colouring him in the past few days, and while that made you feel terrible enough, what Taehyung is suggesting now is just barbaric.

"What did he do?" You ask, trying to give off the impression of calm and reason but mostly to buy time.

He brings the cane back to you and again holds it out for you. Clenching your fists, you ball up your hands behind your back refusing to accept it. Internally screaming no over and over. He only shrugs at your near childish, defiant refusal.

"Jimin, what did you do wrong?" The Master prods response.

A red blush spans across Jimin's cheeks, highlighting the freckles under his eyes. His lips slightly turn down at their corners and in a fleeting glimpse, you can see them waver before he quickly composes himself. "During the past evening's event, Master wanted Miss Y/n to behave as she normally would. I interfered, telling her to be more polite towards his guests."

That's the reason? That's not a reason! He should be happy, grateful even for Jimin stopping you from driving his friends away. Not using it as some flimsy, half baked reason to punish him!

"And why did you do this?" Taehyung probes further, swinging the cane over his shoulder.

"I didn't wish for Miss Y/n to do something that would cause repercussions in the future."

Your heart melts. This can't be real. He is getting punished because of you? Again. This is like your worst nightmare. How do you keep being the cause of this guy's suffering!

Taehyung walks around behind Jimin, running his hand through his slave's mousy blonde mop of hair, tugging on it lightly. Seeing them standing so close, Jimin is much shorter than his Elite. He is maybe 2 inches or so taller than you, but in comparison, it looks as if he is being towered by Taehyung.

"Little pet, when it comes to you our Jimin here seems to have a soft spot. And while I encourage my property to get along, I will not accept this new disobedient behaviour from my servant. Am I understood Jimin?" He redirects the questioning.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, please forgive me." He begs with a sturdy, passionate sincerity. His timerous voice cracking slightly.

Brushing back Jimin's hair, Taehyung circles to the front of his repentant slave. Standing tall and lofty. "You are forgiven. Make sure you learn from your punishment." He hushes, the adage intended to be heard by the 2 of them only. "Y/n come here. You are going to administer Jimin's punishment." He restates as if the added information of why Jimin is being punished will somehow have made you compliant.

"No." You say resolutely.

The collar doubles you over before you even get your breath out. You try and fight to stay standing but fail, crashing onto your side in a miserable heap.

Ugh, that fucking word!

You can hear Taehyung chuckling above you as if he is enjoying your distress. Sadistic fuck!

Inside your mind you are screaming, passionately arguing and unequivocally telling him that 'You can shock me all you want, but there is no fucking way I am hurting him!' But outside of your thoughts you can only pant and heave. Gasping to pull in any oxygen. A pain in your head throbbing so intensely that your eyesight is blurring.

"Fine," he concludes, the torture of the collar finally dimming, "then come here." This time, instead of to his feet he points at the training chain still bolted to the floor.

Shaking your head with a groan, you try and fail to get yourself into any kind of upright position. You've not yet had even 12 hours of freedom from that freaking chain. You're not getting hooked back up to it without a fight.

"I am not going to ask again Y/n. Here. Now." His growled demand drops his voice a whole octave. The gruffness and displeasure laced in it is unsettling, but it will not change your answer. He can ask as many times as he wants to, but the answer is going to remain no. "What do you expect to achieve from shaking your head," He chuckles. "I can't force you to swing the cane, but this I can make you do. You either come of your own volition or I hurt you and then drag you here. In either case, you obey."

It's absolutely infuriating that he's right. There is too much injustice in the world if this man is able to have all the power and money he could ever need and yet he only uses it to beat helpless serfs, knock over old ladies, and keep you tied to the floor. He doesn't deserve the title or the benefits of being an Elite. He deserves to have his ass kicked!

Walking into your personal space Taehyung strikes an imposing figure. Still, you try to hold your ground, unwilling to let him think he has the upper hand. It's all for naught though, bending over he hooks into the ring of your collar moving faster than you can counter. And by the time you flinch he already yanks you forward. Turning you into an ungraceful series of flailed limbs as he all but drags you along the tiles.

Throwing his hand down in the centre of the room he tosses you to the floor like you are nothing. His knee resting on your shoulder keeps you pinned down as he fastens the lock, fixing you to the floor once again.

With a slew of vile insults and foul language ready to spit forth, Taehyung preemptively interjects.

"You are not going to speak until I tell you. If you do, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand pet?" He asks, encircling Jimin, standing at his back with the cane in hand as before.

Jimin is motionless looking downs at his interlaced fingers. His uncovered chest rising and lowering in small quick breaths. A subtle expression of unease in his eyes.

You can't believe he is actually going to do this. This is so sick.

Taehyung draws his arm back swinging the rod over Jimin's bare back. A frightening crack ricochets through the room. The blow is so powerful that Jimin's entire body lurches forward. His right foot stepping out of place to brace himself and return to position. But still, he doesn't make a sound. Even though discomfort is apparent on his face, his eyes are watering and his jaw is clenched, he doesn't make a peep.

"Stop it!" You roar, the outburst scratching your throat. You race onto your feet, trying to get to Jimin, to help him, knowing he won't help himself. Though momentarily you forget the chain is keeping you pinned until it catches and jerks you back to the ground. Hitting the tiles with a hefty thud. "Stop." You whine with a deflated moan.

Looking up your heart briefly sings with elation as Taehyung actually comes away from Jimin. Walking over to you with the cane once again poised over his shoulder.

"Is there something wrong with your hearing, or is it common sense you lack? I warned you that there would be severe consequences if you spoke." He scolds coarsely. His harsh tone makes your stomach sink and replaces all relief with anxiety. "You've just earned Jimin another 5 lashes." Bending over he flexes the sturdy rod behind his shoulders.

You feel nothing but panic.

He has to be kidding. He has to be saying that just to make his point. Right?

"Okay, fine." You try to backtrack out of harm. Hoping to cool the situation. "I won't talk anymore, okay." You consign breathily, shaking your hands. Being painfully aware in this moment, more than any other, that he holds all the power.

Chuffing, he stands upright, flicking his hair back. "It must be common sense." He smiles coldly. "That's another 5. Care to keep going."

No fucking way!

You open your mouth to protest but bite back your rage. Shaking your head in disbelief. He can't do this!

Your focus moves to Jimin hoping to get any sign or input from him on how to proceed, however, he is unchanged. His eyes fastened on the floor.

This is insanity. You can not understand either of their reactions. Not the cruelty. Not the complicity. How are you supposed to sit here and allow this to happen? How can you do anything more and risk hurting Jimin further?

Observing your silence through your noticeable internal struggle the Elite seems satisfied with your concession. Sauntering backwards with a prominent smile, he returns behind Jimin. Your stomach churns as you watch him start again, knowing whatever the number, you've added 10 more of those vicious hits that Jimin will have to survive.

Watching for your reaction Taehyung delivers an unrelenting strike. Your heart breaks hearing the snap. It spikes the hairs on the back of your neck. And a shiver runs across your entire body as he falls into a rhythm cracking hit after hit against Jimin's back. The number swiftly soaring into double digits.

Too quickly, the fragile boy is not able to contain his cries any longer. Tears rolling down his face, his lip firmly bitten between his teeth to quiet himself. It's harrowing to watch. Strike after strike you see his position hunching. Little by little he is bending to the furiosity of the cane, trying desperately to remain upright. His hands by his sides quaking in clenched fists.

As the numbers reach the 20s your hands are tightly bunched over your ears, frantically wanting to shut out the sharp sounds of his flesh being stricken. You are trying beyond measure to keep your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to beg the merciless Elite to stop. Wielding all of your willpower to keep yourself from doing that.

Unable to support his own weight any longer, Jimin's legs buckle under him. Now knelt and trying immensely to keep himself from further collapse, a puddle of tears has formed below him. His chest, stomach and face washed with tears. Muted sobs of pain causing his shoulders to shudder.

But Taehyung, who appears indifferent to his anguish, doesn't cease.

Right when you're on the brink of exploding an air of stillness fills the room. Your eyes dart to the two of them praying that this is the end and are alleyed to see Taehyung stepping to the side, throwing the cane onto the bed. A pleased glow about him.

"You may now speak."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You scream. Leaping again to your feet. With a higher stance, you are able to see over Jimin fully. His back is wrapped in long red welts that cross and overlap. Littered with marks that have already begun to purple and raise and are lined by strips of cut and broken skin, and dark bruises. "You're sick! You're a monster!"

"Careful pet." He warns with far too much amusement. He is still so unused to being yelled at that he nevertheless regards your outbursts as entertaining.

You hate him so much! "Fuck you!" In opposition to your fury, he laughs.

Invading your space, he has you stepping back quickly reaching the limit of the chain. He doesn't come at you, however. Instead, he uses the biolock at the base of the restrains to free it and with a forceful tug tears you onto the floor. Sprawled out on your stomach, you push yourself up right away, only to have his weight secure you.

All your struggling, all your swearing and fighting is for nothing. Too easily he drags your hands behind your back and, using the length of chain still joined to you, restains them.

"Get off me!" You bark, kicking your legs. Resisting with all your might.

Wrapping the metal around your forearms a few times he brings the loose end back over your shoulder and clips it to the collar's ring. Your arms are crossed over one another, bound to your back, holding your chest stretched, and pulling the collar into your throat. While also being crushed against the floor you are nearly not able to inhale. Your fight petering as your focus is consumed by trying to stop yourself from choking.

"Jimin, you can leave," Taehyung calls back over his shoulder. Making you feel both relieved ad abandoned as you hear Jimin hurriedly flee from the room.

Gasping as he hoists you up, you instantly are able breathe easier. At the same moment, your fight is reinvigorated but his sheer strength has him immovable and no matter how you struggle he continues to lead you towards the bed.

Sitting down first he drags you over his lap. His legs digging into your gut, your face smothered into the blankets.

"Get off," you shriek feeling one of his hands sliding down your lower back, cupping your butt, his other hand is pressing you into his thighs, making sure that your efforts to break free are futile. "Fuck off!"

"I'll give you one chance to apologise, pet." He says calmly. However, the vale is omitted from his threat. His fingertips digging into the meat of your ass.

Your anger won't settle. How dare he tell you to apologise after he unjustly beat Jimin. After everything he has done!

"No! Never!" You growl, fully prepared to feel the sting of the collar.

As it kicks in you wince expecting pain but are instead filled with a pleasurable warmth that spreads through your body, down to the tips of your toes. A flood of tingles rushing to your core, making your hips ache in instantaneous desire.

No, no! Not this.

"I'm sure you'll regret your decision." He taunts with a haughty chuckle.

Holding you still, Taehyung's palm comes down swiftly on your ass. You swallow a gasp, biting your teeth together firmly. Your mind spinning in confusion realizing his strike isn't near the intensity that you witnessed him beating Jimin with. While there was a very mild sting it is far more temperate than you had expected. And even more unexpectedly the smack sent sparks swarming down your legs, up your back, and through your centre. Exacerbating the lustful impact of the collar.

You count the hits internally. Feeling each and every one building a throb within you. Feeling your pussy start to gush. It's unravelling you sooner than you can preserve your composure. With your leg kicking up at the knee, you desperately attempt to hold yourself together and stop yourself from reacting in the way that your body wants to. But on the 7th hit, his large hand slips around the curve of your ass, rubbing the inside of your naked thigh and you intrinsically move to accommodate him. Spreading your legs. Lifting your ass higher.

He swats you again and this time you don't have the sense to deny a moan that pours out. Your hips fully bucking back into his hand.

Hit after hit, and like Jimin you reach a succession of 20. But unlike Jimin, you don't want him to stop. In fact, you want more. Your overflowing, juices running down your trembling legs. The steady build-up of the collar's effect seems enough to bring you pleasure, but not enough to give you any relief. You're needy. Salacious. And painfully aware of how empty you are.

You need to be touched. You need something. You wish his fingers would push inside you- they're so close, you can't take it anymore. You need to be filled.

But you can't. You know what he is trying to do and you can not bring yourself to say it. You're not going to ask him for it. You're not going to apologise either. You've done nothing wrong. Jimin did nothing wrong.

You don't know what kind of fucked up manipulation this is, but no matter how hard it is Taehyung isn't going to get anything from you. Not this way. Not any way.

With a final hard smack, one that truly hurts, he throws you off him. Pushing you back onto the bed in an unstable heap. The weight of your own body crushing your arms. Leaving you to struggle as he disappears from your sight.

You can't believe how much of a mess you are right now. Even laying here, not being touched in any way you can feel the heat swarming through you. No matter how your thoughts are fighting against it, how entirely you know that this is only caused by a device stimulating electrical pulses in your brain, you can not control or dim how absolutely ravenous you are. You feel like you're going crazy.

All you can do is try to keep yourself quiet and wait for him to shut it off.

Grabbing you by the ankle, he unexpectedly drags you over to the edge of the bed. Shoving and maneuvering you as he likes he rolls you onto your stomach. Reaching around the front of you he separates the chain from the collar, slowly unwrapping you, giving you a moment of alleviation from the pressure on your arms until the pins and needles set in and you begin to swarm with static.

Unfinished with his fierce demands, he doesn't allow even a moment to stretch. Throwing something long and hard on the bed he tosses you onto your back once again.

The next part happens all to quickly. You try to sit up but are thrown down. Catching a glimpse of a smirk on Taehyung's face, you see out of the corner of your eye him moving the foreign object around until it is above your head. Using one hand to move your arms up and over the edge of the bed, and the other to hold you down, in 1, 2 swift motions he binds your hands in place.

Craning your head back, you can see he has locked you into a silver, solid metal bar with immoveable metal cuffs crafted on either end. The bar is on the other side of the bedpost and you're on the mattress, trapping you to the bed's frame.

This is deranged. Why are you always locked up?!

Even as your anger flares up, your heart pounding in your chest, the waves of pleasure never cease inside you. To a point that the 2 opposing sensations start to clash, overwhelming you. Your eyes watering. You can't even think of what to say. You just need him to turn it off now.

Taking a moment. Pausing to look over you and admire the predicament you're in his hand runs around your neck, lingering just under the band. His gentle caress only furthing the harassment of lust on your body.

"Little pet," he purrs provocatively. "This," intentionally he punctuates his word by tapping the collar. "This simple little toy, that is making you feel so good at the moment," his fingers trail lower, gliding between your bare breasts. His nails scratching you lightly, ripping a moan from you as electricity shoots from your brain down through your stomach to your dripping, aching pussy. "is going to stay on until I hear that apology from you. However long that might take."

You're stuck there in shock, starting to pant. Your mouth going dry as you tug and pull on the restraint, bashing it against the wood post searching for any give.

"And since you've been so very disrespectful, I expect you to think of some way to make it up to me, otherwise I may just reject your apology and see how long I can keep you on the brink of ecstasy until you break."

You want to say sorry. You want to ask him to stop, or more honestly to keep going and to let you cum, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Pride and hubris won't let you.

And neither apparently will Taehyung. Not sparing you the chance to gather yourself or your thoughts, he turns on heel with a wink. The soft click of the door echoing among the clanking of your binds.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

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[SILHOUETTE] John Doe X Reader. Chapter 5 (PT. 1)

Notes: this chapter has some mentions of vulture culture and vomit.

-Damn it Lucas, what the hell is this??!- you said dropping the small jar he handed over to you. Surprised and startled, he quickly grabbed it before it touched the floor. -Y/N be careful!... Dude this costed me a fucking rib and an eye, do you know how hard it was??-.

The order you had made a few nights ago was ready. A protection charm... But this is definitely not what you wanted. Inside of the jar, submerged in a strange liquid surrounded by whatever the hell those things were, maybe plants or something, was a cat eye. You knew about vulture culture and even indulged a bit in it, but it took you by surprise and uneasiness, because you didn't know how this poor creature was obtained. You felt sick.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he looked at you and started speaking. -Look I know you really care about animals so I assure you, he was already sick and died naturally. You know I never sacrifice animals for my spells- he explained. Hearing the explanation put you at ease. You trusted him, and trusted his morals. He would never actually hurt an animal for the sake of a spell, he respected nature.

You stared at him, then at the jar and sighed, -yeah, you're right... Sorry I almost dropped it-. He handed it back over to you, this time you took it carefully into your hands. You still felt uneasy, however, because a small part of you wanted to believe that what he was saying wasn't true, but that's just a stupid intrusive thought, he was no liar.

-...why the cat eye tho?- you curiously asked while putting the jar at the height of your eye to see it closely. It was a blue eye, you could just imagine how beautiful this colour would've looked... If it was still in the cat's socket, that is.

Lucas began to explain, -cats have a special sixth sense, which allows them to sense and warn you about supernatural beings. Not only that, but they can detect negative forces that endanger your balance and well-being-. You nodded your head, taking in the information. -I could've just got a cat then...- -that is an option, yes but I made this jar for you because I know it will help you more than a cat.- he calmly explained. You just nodded your head.

-(y/n) I swear to god if you don't take that shit off of my face I'll throw it outside the window- Faye said, eyes not leaving the road as she drove you both to her house. -Hey don't be rude, I'm just showing you...- you said, putting you jar back between your legs while you kept on staring at it. She had just picked you up from the bazar, turns out she was close and offered you a ride. After a moment of silence, almost as if she was thinking about her words, Faye began to speak, -Look, you know I know you always take the best decisions for yourself... but I think carrying that around is a bit too much. If you don't feel safe, maybe I can spend more time with you, buy pepper spray or something but don't carry around that- you knew what she meant. She didn't like the jar Lucas had made for you, she felt uneasy with you carrying around that thing but after all, she wasn't the one carrying it, she didn't even have to look at it if she didn't want to. You didn't answer to that comment.

Faye wasn't the spiritual type. Sure, she believed in what she saw and what she was told about, if shown proof, but she wasn't the type to believe in spells and magic and stuff. In her mind, even ghosts made more sense than that.

She sensed the silence that followed. Had she been rude? She didn't say anything with ill intent, in fact she just wanted to help you out in a more direct way. -... but hey (y/n), if the jar makes you feel more at ease, maybe you should keep holding onto it- she said, smiling at you. You smiled back.

You've always been particularly good with places. You didn't know the names of the streets but you could point where you were in a map, so you noticed very quickly, that the turn Faye had just taken wasn't the one that lead to her house. You weren't freaked out, you weren't scared, but you were pretty confused so you decided to ask, -Faye? Where are we going?-, it took her a bit of thinking before she calmly answered to your question -I think that you've been too stressed these days. Just last week you claimed your boss had fired you when she hadn't even talked to you and now you're carrying a cat eye...- she sighed before continuing, -a friend of mine is having a party at his house right now. It's gonna be chill, nothing too extra so don't worry, but I want you to get there and just have fun, you know? Maybe get out of your mind for a bit.- This made you tense, you hadn't planned on this, in fact you already had a date with the oh so comfortable couch and chewing ice while watching horror videos or something in Faye's house. You wanted to watch "top 10" videos or that kind of crap, not this. -Faye... I don't know, I'm not sure I wanna talk to anyone else but you right now. Maybe we can go to a party tomorrow?- -dude do you think I get invited to parties everyday? Come on- she said, extending the "on", -It'll be fun! And if you don't feel comfortable, we'll go to my house and have a sleep over, just you and me. What do you say?- ... oh how could you say no to those puppy eyes? -how can I say no to those puppy eyes? Fine, we'll go.- you said, letting her win this time. She smiled in triumph.

You regretted this, you regretted listening to Faye and coming here. The party started just like she promised, there weren't many people and it was all calm, but after a good 30 minutes or so the party started to get bigger. More cars started to park in front of the house, more people with drinks started to arrive and you kind of just sat there, with a beer in your hand as you saw others dancing.

The beer tasted horrible and you were too akward to go dance, no one was happy with this, but going to Faye wasn't an option. Sure, she had told you to tell her the minute you wanted to leave, but you saw her there, surrounded by people and looking like she was having the most fun she had had in weeks. No sleepover with you would have her like this, no sleepover with you would be as fun as this was for her. You didn't feel bad or sad, you just felt lame that you weren't having as much fun as the others.

Of course you knew the implications of parties this big, so people talking to you didn't bother you at this point, and when the second guy in the night approached you, you already had your internal monologue ready. -hey! Do you wanna dance?- he asked, sitting dow beside you, -no thanks, I'm here with a friend- you said politely. -who? Maybe I know the person- he asked. Without thinking it twice, you just let your mouth run, -I'm with Faye- you said, turning up your voice volume so he could hear you well. -oh I know her, she's friends with the owner of this house. But I haven't seen her around you since you arrived- -well for how long have you been watching us?- you asked in a genuine tone, -long enough to notice you haven't been having fun.- you laughed at this, he was right. -beer sucks and I can't dance - you explained, -beer isn't the best choice, you can make yourself a drink, there's vodka, whisky and soda, so you can mix it- he said, pointing at the drinks table. -here, I'll teach you-, he stood up and turned to look at you. You sat there for a second, at that moment, the moment he stood up and turned to you, you felt a chill run up your spine, but it wasn't caused by the man in front of you. You looked around, nothing seemed out of place, everyone was having fun in their own world. Then why did it feel like a hundred eyes were looking at you? Burning on you and your every move. Something told you to sit there, stay there and ignore the man. Not for your own good, but for his.

The hesitance made him unsure, but just as he was about to open his mouth, well...

Fuck it, you were allowed to have fun too, enough with being miserable in the corner. You stood up and smiled at him, -sure, let's go-.

You started with a simple drink as he explained to you why you shouldn't mix alcohols, and just stick to one if you didn't wanna end up on the floor. You were on your third drink now, not enough to get you drunk but enough to give you confidence to start dancing with people. The man you were with laughed at this, how you started shyly sitting in a chair eager to leave and now you were having fun without a worry in the world, it was fun watching you unfold with confidence and turn into a different version of yourself.

He, however, didn't find it funny at all that some jackass was keeping an eye on you. You crearly didn't want to be there, and getting you drunk wasn't for you to have fun, it was for his own benefit. You were smarter than this, so he was surprised when he saw you standing up to go with that man. Oh you didn't have to fit in, you didn't have to go and pretend to be someone you're not and talk with people who didn't even deserve for you to look at. But that's why he was here for, for you, just waiting for the right moment.

Thank god Faye made you go out. You loved her for this, you could go and kiss her right now, in fact where was she?. You hadn't had this much fun in ages! And everyone was being so nice to you. Turns out it wasn't that bad, you were just overthinking stuff. Sure, watching true crime in your best friend's house sounded like a blast, but this? This was by far better than that.

The alcohol had gotten into your brain not too long ago, and you were a completely different person by the time the house was full of guests. You lost sight of Faye, the last time you saw her was when you went up to her and showed her your new friend, whom she already knew, Lucian. All she said was "you're in good hands" before going back to her own thing.

Right now you were learning how to play cups while Lucian was teaching you. -so wherever the ball lands, I have to drink the cup?- you asked, -exactly, now try to throw the ball just how I taught you- he said, placing a small pong ball in your hand. You threw it, the ball hit the border of a cup and flew away from them. Damn you were bad at this. -Don't worry, it takes practice- he said, before placing himself in front of the table and throwing his shot. You let him be, you needed a break.

You sat down, watching as he did his own thing. You were starting to get dizzy, and it was difficult to stand up straight, damn it you shouldn't have mixed alcohols just like Lucian told you...

Everything was starting to become a background noise, and suddenly you grew quiet in order to not babble nonsense. You needed to pee, really bad. You didn't know where the bathroom was but you would figure it out on the way... If you could walk without falling in the first place. You needed Faye, you didn't know for what but you needed her, so you started calling out for her with no answer but weirded out looks.

You couldn't help yourself for too long, and soon you fell to the floor, resting your back in the wall. You were peeing yourself, and not in the figurative way, you could literally feel small drops of pee coming out as your drunk self was desperately trying to hold it in. God you looked so pathetic. Your dress was now wet from when you were trying to pour yourself water earlier but you kept missing the cup, your eyelids were fighting to stay open and you must smell like pee at this point. You couldn't even stand up or even sit down straight anymore. You just hoped people wouldn't look down on you and just ignore you at this point.

...

You had to puke.

Fuck why couldn't your body work with you for once? Now you actually needed to get to a bathroom before you emptied yourself in some random person's wooden floor. You swore this was the last time you would ever listen to Faye. Ok, you can do this, at the count of three. One, Two... -you need any help?- said a familiar high pitched voice in a low, almost worried tone. As you looked up and locked eyes with him, you felt like crying, "god I hope I die and get swallowed by dirt"; alas, you didn't die and get swallowed by earth during those 4 seconds of silence. "Fuck you, God" you thought, as if this was actually anyone else's fault and not yours and your dumbass.

Doe carefully helped you up while you just spluttered apologies.

-I'm so sorry you have to see me like this- -It's no problem, really. I don't mind- he answered. That was a lie, of course it bothered him seeing you like this, in such a bad condition.

He helped you to the bathroom, waited for you outside as he heard you spilling your guts from the other side of the door. You hated this, but not as much as he did, he hated seeing you sick and in discomfort.

He offered you help, you instantly refused saying you could handle this. You couldn't, you preferred to die than to keep feeling this shitty, you just didn't want him to keep an image of you like this in his head; sitting in the bathroom in order to not pee yourself while holding the trashcan in your arms to puke, you must look disgusting.

A few minutes passed before you came out of the bathroom, Doe was still waiting for you as he turned to look at you. You looked back at him,

-I know this is too much to ask, but do you think you could take me home?-

#fanfic #horror games #john doe #john doe game #john doe x reader #john doe x you

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Bonded By Blood

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Pines PARTIES: @disinfernus & @closingwaters SUMMARY: Dīs is on their way back home after a night out and comes across Teagan engaged in a fight with a hunter. The two meet and become fast friends. WARNINGS: N/A

Water glistened in the distance, struck beautifully by the long-awaited sun breaking through the clouds in the early morning. Teagan couldn’t see it, but she could feel just how lively the water was. As if, like the rest of the world, she was waking up from her slumber. The nix crept forward, all but gliding over to where the water met the shore. Jumping in a lake sounded like the perfect way to relax, but she knew she had work to do.

Letting her lattice-patterned skin cascade, Teagan slowly walked into the water, ridding her body of the useless clothes she was wearing. Finally, she felt free, wading through the water and greeting the lake life with sweet coos. Unfortunately for her though, she didn’t quite realize she was being watched. Until suddenly, a bolt surged through the water with such force that the water failed to slow its speed. It plunged through Teagan’s shoulder, burning from the iron. She cried out until her voice cracked, bubbles rising and popping on the surface. Her mind raced, as too did her body. She bolted out of the water, urging the waves to heed her call as she broke the bolt’s end. When the time came, she’d be able to pull it out, but before then, she had a bit of trash to deal with.

“Oi! Come on!” Her yell raked up her lungs, and her voice cracked, but there was fire in it. She was ready to fight. The warden picked the wrong nix, and given the smile on her face, she had yet to realize that. Teagan shifted her hand into sharp claws, charging toward the woman until she made contact, sending the two of them into a roll. The hunter grunted angrily when the nix found herself on top. It was her preferred position, and she smiled. Unbridled rage rumbled in the warden’s throat, and she yelled. “You stupid fish!”

It was late - very late. Dīs had meant to go hours ago. The sun rose too high into the sky too quickly, much to their dismay, and if they didn’t make haste, they would be caught out having to play a painful game of hopscotch with the shadows. To the day-timers, however, it was early, very early and they would all soon wake from their dreams. It was all the more reason for Dīs to get a move on.

Something tore through the morning silence. A sound, ripe with tension, carried out between the trees. Birds lilted uncomfortably as Dīs drew nearer to the audible intrusion. They should probably ignore whatever this was, but their curiosity and greedy nature got the best of them. It was typical behavior. Despite the inner argument on whether they should continue on or not, they continued on with intent — and caution.

The sound definitely carried, as it took them some time to reach a clearing with a beautiful lake — and a fight. Or what seemed to be the making of one. They should have left, they knew, but they were rooted to their shady spot just behind the treeline and watched with interest. Although Dīs lived and breathed the underground, they knew some things about the world above. They knew of other fae, of other creatures — some they’ve met and others met their end, but never did they get to see anything quite like this. A good few humans met their end in gruesome ways to their own claws; being on the other side, however, felt like a privilege. So they stayed.

Hunters thought their prey to be the bad guys. The story always told the same way. Monsters were evil and needed to be put down because there was a danger to them that was too big a risk to allow them to live. Thus, bad guys. Teagan laughed aloud at the thought. If that was what she was to the warden tugging at the broken bolt in her should, then fine. She was the bad guy.

Her skin secreted a thin layer of mucus, something axolotls could do, forcing the hunter to slip. This would prove to Teagan’s detriment, as the warden fell right onto the bolt still protruding from the nix. “Fuck…!” A flash of white burst into her vision, eyes widening. She persisted, digging her claws into the hunter and shoving her up and over, closer to the water. The moment of reprieve gave Teagan the opportunity to scramble to her feet, stumbling haphazardly into a tackle.

A knife clinked into the wet earth, the water almost taking it into a wave before the nix managed to grab it as she elbowed her opponent in the face to give her that much more time. In a flash, she rolled over and landed atop the warden with a tired, but greedy smile on her face. A laugh escaped her, adrenaline coursing in her veins. She hardly noticed the extra glint in the light. A knife the hunter retrieved while Teagan took a moment to laugh cruelly. It dug into her leg, but that urged her to plunge her knife into her monster’s neck, effectively flipping the script and writing even further.

Over and over again, Teagan mindlessly forced the blade to sink into the body, continuing moments after the final breath danced on the woman’s lips. She was bathed in blood, not paying any mind to the burn. After all, it was a small price to pay when her family paid the highest bid with their lives.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Dīs had high hopes that satisfaction would bring it back — and they were right. They were oh so pleasantly satisfied by the carnage that unfolded before them. It was like their own personal show, a little treat for the lackluster night they had. Perhaps they needed to venture out more? Being out in the daylight and glamoured wasn’t the most dangerous, but it was a fickle wire to walk across if something were to go awry. Anyone else could perhaps make an excuse for pale skin or hide horns beneath hair, but Dīs? They were much too.. unusual to hide well. Still, if they were greeted with events like this they’d be more obligated to explore the light.

Dīs lingered beneath the shade of a nearby tree, its trunk wide; a perfect place to keep out of any potential harm even though they felt capable of handling their own. The fight, at first, felt truly well matched. There was even a part of them that wondered if the other fae would make it out alive — if not, they would have to go in and finish the job (not out of revenge, but purely because Dīs really couldn’t stand human beings).

They smiled when it looked like the hunter had finally lost the match, even going further with admiration for the violence that continued still. There certainly was anger there. It was a feeling Dīs could relate to. When others met their end at Dīs’ hands, it wasn’t nearly as brutal as this so they felt a sort of enrapture as they watched. Their mistake came, however, when they tried to edge nearer for a better look. A rather loud crunch interrupted the tranquil, bloody scene to Dīs’ dismay. That twig made it onto their list, without a doubt.

At the sound of the snap, it was obvious that the kill was more than just a fun exercise, it was now a show. If there was an audience, there was a chance that a human just saw what occurred. If they did, it looked like murder, and humans detested murder regardless of whether or not it was instigated. Human law was far too juvenile for such complex things, and would twist Teagan’s image into something more sinister. Self defense? That didn’t matter either. So, she sprung into action, sprinting to the origin of the sound.

It wasn’t a far run, but given how hard the nix was running, she was panting by the time she bursted through the brush. Teagan’s body collided with the stranger, the two of them skidding across the grass. Her skin burned with the friction, but that didn’t stop her from bringing her claws to the person’s throat, her sharp teeth baring. “You have very little time to explain.” Her claws dug into skin. A warning. “Why were you watching me?”

It really had to be that way, didn’t it? There was no way Dīs could be allowed the intimacy of this death without something going wrong. Of course it was a stupid, little stick. It would almost be microscopic beneath their true foot, but for now it set out Dīs’ ruin. They wouldn’t allow that, naturally. They valued their seemingly interminable life. There was no way they’d let a stick end it all.

Dīs expected to be found, sure, but not tackled. They would have laughed if the wind hadn’t been knocked out of them. The pointed end of her claw pressed purposefully against their throat steadied their slow to return breath. Dīs swallowed, not from fear but from the pressure of her hand against their neck. They willed the corner of their mouth into a slight smile, their expression sheepish yet confident all the same. “I wanted to see if you'd win,” came their excuse. It was true, though they happened upon it all by accident. Dīs stayed for the carnage.

“Looks like I was right.”

Teagan held her claws at the person’s throat a little longer, listening to the answer. It was a good one, better than what she anticipated. She sooner thought they’d stammer and blubber their way through some sort of bullshit they concocted in their head, but this stranger was different. That’s when the bees under Teagan’s skin rumbled even stronger, prompting a regretful yelp to escape her throat. “Oh Fates…” She gasped softly, retreating her hand away with a stutter. Her eyes turned gentle and warm, a smile sparkling as she cupped the fae’s cheek.

“Of course you wanted to see me win. Of course!”

Tossing all caution to the wind, the nix brought her other hand up to their face and connected their foreheads together. The thrum pinched Teagan’s cheeks into an uninhibited grin. She had met a cousin! But what would they be? Surely not a banshee considering there was no scream at the death. Perhaps another faun? Or a nymph?

Wait—she was getting blood on his face.

“Sorry—sorry! Always was called too excitable.” Teagan pulled away and sat on her knees, giving the fae in front of her space. “Teagan,” She gestured to herself before gesturing back to her new companion. “And you?”

When Dīs crawled out of the hole from where they were born and raised, they had no idea what that skin-tingling feeling meant. Being around their family for so many centuries, nothing ever felt off or amiss, so they thought they’d gotten some sort of disease at first, until they learned it was a fun little trick fae had in order to detect others like them. It was a relief to know that’s all that it was - but it had been disappointing to realize their family had taught them nothing.

They didn’t need that gut feeling to know that she was kin - that bloody display did the talking for her - but they had to wonder how long it would take her to realize. Not long, really; they didn’t need that long. The connection with other fae was instant, like the creation of steam from ice hitting boiling water. Her hand to their face was a surprise, but Dīs was grateful for the change in tune. Her smile, infectious - Dīs couldn’t help but to return it. This was quite an unusual way to meet someone, but there was really no telling with their kind - they were completely unpredictable.

The forehead touch was new. But it was nice. They felt warm, content - and then they were brought back by the apology and introduction. Dīs pushed themselves to their elbows, then up to a sitting position and wiped a droplet of blood away from their cheek.

“Dīs, pleasure,” they returned. One of their hands leapt up to fuss with their hair. “There are far worse things than being called too excitable.” Dīs looked beyond Teagan’s shoulder and nodded in the corpse’s direction. “Hunter, I take it?”

“Dīs…” She repeated, watching them. They were a sight to behold. Gentle eyes, lovely smile…Teagan was enamored with them, taken by their charming presence. She wanted to learn more, to dote on them like she used to with her siblings. There was a certain kinship with other fae when they felt the same connection, the same thrill and interest in their heart as Teagan. She almost couldn’t keep still with how excited she was.

“Yes, hunter.” The nix looked behind her and scrunched her nose, turning back to playfully gag. “That lot always thinks they can get the better of me. Well, jokes on them, isn’t it?” Teagan blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes, choosing to refocus on her new companion. What did the hunter matter now anyway? They were dead and Dīs was alive and well. And fae, for that matter!

“So tell me Dīs, what flavor are ya, eh? Not banshee, that’s for sure. No scream that could break the heavens. Perhaps…muse? Faun? Another nymph like me?”

She was a far cry from the usual fae they’d encounter - granted, that consisted mainly of their family and family friends that were a part of their little clan or of those that wandered too far into the dark and met their end. Neither seemed as particularly energetic as the young one that practically bounced before them. They probably should have, considering the butchery just moments before and the blood that still coated her, but they didn’t have a moment of fear.

Dīs watched her react to the dead human with amusement. It was exciting to meet someone who held the same sort of anger inside. They didn’t know if there was a specific reason for Teagan, but for them, it was all about revenge. “They deserve it for underestimating you.”

My, she didn’t like to waste time. Frank - that’s how Dīs preferred it. There were those that liked to skirt around the whole ‘what are you’ portion of meeting another fae, dancing around it with filler questions and small talk. It exhausted them. This was a breath of fresh air. Their smile widened a hair before they answered, “I’m a nymph, yes. Lampade, specifically. You are…. Nix? Or do you prefer another name? I’ve heard too many in my lifetime. It’s hard to know which one’s current.”

The urge to scoot closer was strong, discovering the nature that was embedded in Dīs only serving to excite the nix. Oh, they were a wonder and Teagan had only known them mere moments. She was itching to know more, to see everything that lay behind their eyes so that she may rest hers upon it.

“Lampade and nix crossing paths. It’s my lucky day. And–I don’t mind nix. Is what I am, and I am quite proud of that fact.” With a wink and a grin, Teagan clasped her hands together. An idea was lighting a bulb in her head, and she needed to know if it would tickle Dīs’s fancy.

“If you’re interested in the demise of hunters, I’ve been tracking one that thinks she’s tracking me.” She licked her lips, excited at the prospect of company during a kill. “I know where she rests in the middle of her patrols. Would you like to join me for some fun? Then after, we can have some lunch. I make some of the best lemon cookies.”

Books and knowledge were one thing, but being able to experience it was another. Reading about the world around them could only give them so much, so when she invited them to a round of ‘hunt the hunter’, Dīs had to jump on the opportunity despite the sun’s looming presence beyond the clouds. They would deal with that when the time came, but for now, they weren’t going to miss the chance.

“Hm.. two hunters in one day and lemon cookies? I’d have to say it’s my lucky day, as well,” they beamed, truly excited for the escapade. It was too easy to lure others into the cavernous dark and kill them passively. A lot of that required patience, but the way that Teagan did it was ravenous and messy. There was not much planning, just a lot of impromptu and instinctual movements to protect her life. It was beautiful to watch. “I would love to join you.” They climbed back onto their feet and offered a hand out to her. “Lead the way.”

#thread; bonded by blood #tr; teagan m

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Wow this is all so cool! I love Found Wanting and reading about what's to come is really fun! Are any of the chapters going to be from Jon's pov? He's so messed up it'd be neat to see what's going on in his head

Thanks, I'm glad I can entertain you! Chatting about these ideas while they develop is a lot of fun, and it's adding to the inspiration.

I had a moment of 'wait, have I planned for anything to be from Jon's pov?' and had to go check the outline. There are some bits that'll definitely need his pov, when he's talking to other people without Martin around, and some bits where it could alternate. The early parts gravitate to Martin's perspective because he's observant enough to notice a lot of things that Jon wouldn't, so he can communicate more of what's really happening. Thinking about Jon's perspective, he'd be more of an unreliable narrator, which is interesting too... I'll play around with writing some of Found Wanting from his perspective too. Not sure how much I can retell without being too repetitive, but here's a bit of an extra scene, while they're at work and Jon still thinks he's being professional:

Jon's perspective when Martin looks happy:

Lately, there were moments when it almost seemed as if Martin had been checking him out. But surely he was imagining things. Reading too much into a vacant stare or a curious glance. If he voiced his suspicions, anyone would tell him that he was flattering himself. As if he possessed some sort of raw appeal that could outshine the bitterness of their working relationship. Unwanted attention was only flattering in the realm of the imagination, where he could bask in an unreal sense of desirability without having to hold any uncomfortable conversations about the other party's feelings being inappropriate and unreciprocated. He wouldn't really want to deal with that kind of mess. The idea of actually turning Martin down was deeply unpleasant. He'd never been any good at managing other people's emotions.

Honestly, it was a relief that the whole concept of a subordinate with a crush was nothing more than an absurd intrusive thought. In real life, he could simply accept an occasional cup of tea from his assistant, waste a few seconds wondering whether there had been genuine fondness alongside the forced politeness in his smile, and then dismiss that entire train of thought as idle nonsense.

Jon's perspective when Martin looks sad:

Jon never felt so lacking as when Martin turned those puppy dog eyes on him, as if he expected him to fix everything.

He was doing his best, working day and night to solve the problems that everyone had placed on his shoulders. He could only hope that the answers would be found in the reams of information that he was trying to verify and organise. Perhaps it would be easier if Martin would take on more of that burden himself, like he was supposed to, but Jon had learned the hard way that he needed to pick his battles. Pushing too hard would only result in Martin making more mistakes, zoning out in distress instead of speeding up, or rushing instead of being more careful. Jon needed to be strategic instead. After adjusting his expectations for what Martin was actually capable of, the biggest issue right now seemed to be tiredness, a natural consequence of living in the midst of this infestation, unable to ever truly relax.

Under normal circumstances, Jon wouldn't have entertained the idea of inviting him over, but it might just be the only way to help him catch up on sleep. Even aside from any considerations of workload, maintaining a minimum level of alertness would make Martin less of a danger to himself and others. Or else the next time he drifted off at work, it might not be within the relative safety of Document Storage. If a worm crept up on him in his sleep...

No, it didn't bear thinking about. Jon could admit to himself that with everything going on in his life, there were times when he was only barely coping. If his best efforts weren't enough... Well, he couldn't let that happen.

Fuck, why was it so hard to breathe? They didn't get enough air in this basement. Maybe he could slip out for a cigarette...

Ah, no, he and Martin were the only ones in the Archives right now. He'd better not take any unnecessary breaks, in case Martin needed him for anything.

#heart of the disaster #tma thoughts #rozzlynn's fanfic

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inforelationship · 1 year

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What is Passionate love definition and meaning?

Almost all of us in one lifetime have experienced passionate love, which you can’t get within when someone in a relationship is a long distance.

With tension created by passionate love, you desperately feel you want to give love and take it at the same time. Unfortunately, your feelings are going to hurt when you don’t get the return, and your mind is unsettled whenever they are in the distance and worse when you take long without talking or seeing them.

It’s that intense longing where you want to feel connected to the person.

Concurrently, passionate love definition is the state of intense longing for union with another person, according to the social psychologist Elaine Hatfield, a specialist in relationships and love matters.

Other psychological descriptions also define the type of love attraction as the “obsessive featured with the intrusive thinking and mood swings”. The type of love is marked to work well at the beginning of the relationship but is said to become disadvantageous in the long-term relationship.

Like passionate love, attractions come in many forms. Some come with burning feelings, and others begin slowly and catch fire slowly in the middle. However, the way in which passionate love keeps momentum differs, yet the first stages of passionate love are universal.

Passionate love is worth interest in navigating because the particular type of love and attraction speak much about how the love will thrive over time. Additionally, passionate love impacts the decisions we make.

It’s worthy, therefore, important to note that passionate love could benefit us in a positive way, but conversely, it can trigger malicious intents in ourselves, which could lead to aggressive behaviours.

To clarify the stressful impact of passionate love, the story Romeo and Juliet is a good indication.

The Shakespearian romantic story of Romeo and Juliet clearly indicates what passionate love entails, and it is manifested when Romeo meets Juliet for the first time. Romeo instantly expresses his love to his mistress at first sight, and he goes forward and discloses his intentions to marry her the next morning if she accepts the proposal.

Romeo, however, is quoted saying that things will change if his mistress Juliet displeases him. Romeo proves he is truly passionate in love with Juliet and “baptized”, implying that he might change if he doesn’t get what he wants.

One of the dangers of passionate love, though, is it might sometimes fade just in few moments after it has created tension. Despite this fact, the tension with some of the actions, once applied, can re-ignite the passionate love and be able to thrive for a long time which makes a difference to compassionate lovers where partners are trustworthy to each other with lasting commitments.

Passionate Love vs Compassionate Love

Everyone who has ever experienced love in the first stage (passionate love) can feel the intensity of its powerful force. Well, though, passionate love is mentally abusive, while compassionate love is healthier but boring and dry in the middle without the catalytic passion tensions. Arguably, there are other distinct differences that will, of course, indicate demarcations.

Here are those major differences:

Compassionate love | trust

Albeit passionate lovers, compassionate lovers are instead attributed with facets of trust, long-term commitments and mutual affection, while passionate love is known for its strong desire for sex and requirement of too much cultivation.

One healthy indicator of compassionate love is that the partners will feel a deep trust in each other to the extent that the relationship will remain unshaken even amid strong winds of life stressors and challenges.

Deep intimacy

Due to the deep intimacy shared with compassionate love, mutual sharing and strong attachment during disagreements will, of course, people with this kind of love to remain undisturbed for a long time.

Passionate love | strong emotions

As compassionate love is known for trust, passionate love is all about strong emotions, fights and negative disagreements, especially when challenges arise.

Need for physical closeness

Passionate lovers are strongly attached to each other and are trying to maintain closeness among themselves due to the intensity of love.

Passionate love scale

Some call it a love calculator, but the truth is this scientific love measure or love scale will demystify whether you are a passionate lover or compassionate. It’s the scientific scale that the majority of psychologists who try to understand whether their patients are mentally suffering from passionate love will usually engage or try to measure the stress of passionate love.

One of the questions asked during the passionate love scale measurements consists of questions such as those that ask the respondents to know how they feel when they see their lovers in their eyes or if they would like to love their intimate friends forever, their reaction if they are separated from them for a long time.

With the passionate love scale, respondents are interviewed via questionnaire so to understand their levels of passionate love by measuring cognitive, emotional and behavioural intimacy.

Final thoughts

The final thought is the hotness in passionate love can rarely succeed for a long period of time. But it will also require efforts and energy for the compassionate love to keep it afire.

Unfortunately, the passionate love which has hotness in it is tensely preoccupied with the strong desire to show love and get loved; the feelings, though, are deeply hurt whenever there is a failure of reciprocation.

Importantly, there is no need to worry whether you will lose the spark, but it’s important to keep the love fire burning.

We must keep a note that long-lasting relationships should remain intact and flawlessly moving forward without necessarily too much tension. Needless to say, trust and commitment must not be lost, and a must with some passion along the way.

Note that without nurturing the embers of passionate love, the attraction between the lovers will become mechanical.

One way method is not to give up when hot romances seem to wane out as time goes on.

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nathanxcline · 1 year

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@patrickxpearson

It was so decadent to see the control slipping through a man’s hands like water. No matter how hard one tried to grab onto that modicum of control and presence – once they dipped their toe into the water, they would be pulled under without much choice on the matter. Almost like the sailors from ancient tales, lulled by the sirens who enchanted them with their voice and looks. Draw them near, captivate them in ways that would make their brain disconnect from the rest of their body… only to be dragged to the depths and be preyed upon. Patrick always loved those tales when he was a kid. To have the power to just make anyone do whatever the fuck he wanted by using nothing more than his looks and voice. It had been quite some time since he used that act on others. Make full use of the physique he worked so hard to achieve during his youth, those nearly angelical features gorgeous enough to captivate people’s attention. All he needed after was the confidence to know what he was doing and that was the key element that he got from Alexander King. To be his own breed of predator. Not those that you could spot a mile away – with the sharp fangs and claws or even the vibrant colors that would immediately put others on alert. He was perhaps like a spider – waiting for the prey to fall onto his web or maybe even a snake – waiting for the moment when the guard was down to fully wrap himself and squeeze everything he wanted out of people.

Luckily for Nathan – there was no ulterior motive in teasing him other than the attraction he felt towards the masseuse. In the longer run, he could be of use… if always paid off to have something extra on the side for emergencies. “Ye’ might need to be eased into it first, darlin’…” Patrick’s gaze was on Nathan’s lips as he slowly pushed that lonesome finger into the other man’s hole – shivering at how tight those muscles felt squeezing around the intrusion. “Yer’ a gym rat. Ye’ know ye’ always got to warm up before goin’ on hard, don’ ye’….?” With a light hum dancing from his lips now that the masseuse was pretty much leaning against his body, Patrick took the opportunity to nibble on Nathan’s left earlobe – gently biting on the shell of his ear as he pushed his finger as deep as he could all the way to his knuckle. “Ye’ can’ go sprintin’ if ye’ don’ walk first…” His voice was so low now. Designed to fully captivate the masseuse’s attention as the personal instructor wrapped one of his arms around Nathan’s waist to keep him secure and trapped against his body. “I have no doubts a man like ye’ can endure my rougher trainin’…” There was a pause as Patrick almost smirked as he curled that one finger inside the brunette, seeking to hit that bundle of nerves deep inside his core. Now that… would definitely make him howl. “Ye’ just need to relax… Take deep breaths.” Like the predator he was trained to be, Patrick slowly began to thrust that one digit against Nathan’s prostate over and over again. Each time he would hit that small bundle of nerves his speed would increase. “Ease into it, darlin’. It’s all good. If ye’ feel like yer’ fallin’… I’ll catch ye’.”

Nathan would very much liken Patrick to a siren. He might not be out on a rock somewhere singing but his voice and that accent were close enough in Nathan's mind. He didn't seem like a predator in the slightest, but a beautiful dream that he could have if he just gave himself in to it. From his perspective, it was all too easy to allow Patrick to devour him whole if he just kept saying pretty words and touching him like that. Nathan wouldn't last a second in his clutches and he was proving that in full force here and now as he practically melted into the other man. His only saving grace was the fact that Patrick, for all his seduction, wasn't actually trying to sink him in the water and drag him down into the depths until he ran out of air. Not that he wasn't trying to facilitate Nathan's end in a fashion with that single finger pressing into his body. His eyes fell closed and he moaned for real for the first time, a sign of his surrender. Patrick's idea of easing him in was only serving to rile him up. Even in the beginning stages he found himself wanting so much more. That was precisely the reason he would end up drowning, if that's what Patrick had in store. He just didn't bother looking before diving in head first.

"Oh, fuck..." Words breathed, barely there. Patrick's lips lit up a trail along his ear, accompanied by hot breath that had him leaning further into him. "And you're gonna teach me, hm?" Still attempting to be part of the conversation even as his pulse increased and his breathing became deeper. One of his hands slid up the back of Patrick's neck and into his hair, tangling into brown strands as if he had any form of control here. No, he was just trying to hang on for dear life, keep his head above water even as Pat pressed deeper. And then a loud, unrestrained moan broke from Nathan's lips, shattering his composure completely. He sat back into the feeling of pressure against the sensitive nerves inside of him. Patrick had him fully trapped, no escape, like he would ever want to. "Patrick." He moaned against his neck, fingers tightening in the other man's hair. Maintaining deep breaths was damn near impossible but Nathan tried his damndest. "Don't stop..." His toes curled inside his shoes, eyes closed, head bowing to press his forehead against Patrick's shoulder as the panting began. Each stroke of that spot sent shivers through his body and, at this rate, he had no chance of staving off the oncoming wave of heat.

Thanks to Patrick's teasing and the undeniable skill of his fingers, his orgasm washed over him like a tidal wave, rocking his entire body. He moaned at first but quickly lost the ability to make any noise. What felt like an eternity of holding his breath only lasted a second before sounds of pleasure flowed from him on every exhale. The intensity was matched only by how long it lasted, Patrick's unwavering pressure sending his head spinning as the waves crashed over him. He was shaking but he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Leaking into his jock, all he could do was grip tight and go for the ride and wait for Patrick to decide how long to hold Nathan under.

#patrickxpearson

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writingforevren · 1 year

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What is Sensual Tension?

Hi there, first off if you don’t know what sensual attraction is and what the difference between sexual and sensual is I recommend you check out this post before reading this.

So What’s Sexual Tension?

So you’ve probably heard the term “sexual tension” before, maybe in a movie or even in real life context. It’s a strong sense of sexual attraction towards someone that causes a ‘tension’ that builds up, it can be mutual or not. But either the tension breaks in one passionate moment or you’re forced to let it go.

Sexual tension usually builds up over a long period of time before it finally ends in a “sex scene” as y’know- it is sexual attraction after all, the desire to want to have sex with someone.

Sensual Tension Is Different

But that’s not what I’m talking about, I’m talking about SENSUAL tension which is slightly different. “I personally have been experiencing quite a lot of it recently but I still do not want to have sex with the person” - Me an asexual person who feels sensual attraction quite strongly

Sensual attraction has a lot of things in common with sexual attraction but there is one monumental difference, it doesn’t involve the desire for sex, in fact usually this desire can end with a passionate kiss or just being able to sensually feel the person. There are definitely different levels.

Reminder - Sensual attraction is attraction that involves one or more of your five senses but for this particular example I’m going to mostly be focusing on touch since that is the most common form of sensual attraction.

This tension can start off like any other “crush” like feeling, where you get nervous around them, find yourself unable to stop smiling around them, etc. The tension comes from a lack of action, maybe it started off as a sweet little crush you thought would go away but now it’s been months and you keep making eye contact from across the room and subtly flirting with each other when you’re alone.

Yet still nothing is happening and instead of dropping the crush the tension starts to build as you picture yourself kissing them, holding them close, running your fingers through their hair. So now when you’re alone there’s awkward silences filled with tension because you’re thinking “what if I acted on it” these thoughts become more intrusive until someone finally breaks the tension or you decide to drop it and push those feelings down.

This is just one example, and yes it’s very similar to that of sexual tension but it’s important to draw the difference for those of us who are on the asexual spectrums but definitely aren’t “loveless” or “apathetic” and even if you are good for you. Remember that stereotypes aren’t always accurate.

Sensual tension can sometimes be solved by a hug too, it really just depends on your personal desires and preferences. Sometimes it can be something more sensual that most people would associate with sex even if that’s not the part you desire, for example things within the bdsm community (not gonna go into too much detail there but yes, yes there are kinky asexuals)

Everyone is different, everyone experiences attraction in a different way, I’m just putting this out there to educate those who didn’t even realize these kind of identities existed, as well as those who are on a path of self-discovery that maybe this could help them.

That’s All Folks

I found it heartbreaking when I looked up “sensual tension” to only be left with a bunch of results about sexual tension so that’s why I wrote this. And to all my fellow asexuals who are horny in a non-sexual way I feel ya man.

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#lgbt #lgbtq+#lgbt+#asexual #asexuality #sensuality #educating my fellow gays

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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years

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Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

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cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

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You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."

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Your Favorite — Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: As the summer comes to a close, Spencer and Y/N start feeling a shift in their relationship. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, thigh riding, exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, breeding kink, one line of daddy kink, Word Count: 4.3k exactly, love how that turned out lol

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NOTE: Thank you all for sticking with me through this long wait, I feel so bad for having to keep putting it off. But I’m very proud of where this ended up, and I’m so glad you’ve all been so excited about it! I had so much fun writing this story, so again, thank you very much for reading and indulging me in this weird fantasy lolol ❤ Love you guys! And, as always, thank you to the lovely Em ( @boldlyvoid ) for being my beta for this series! Your feedback and support has been a big help from the start, ILY

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AUGUST 12th

"I don't wanna hear a single word, understand?"

Not like I have a choice; As soon as the harsh whisper leaves Spencer's mouth, his hand is covering my own and my back is being pressed up against the wall of the storage closet.

But that's all he does. I wait for him to make a move, but instead he insists on being a tease.

"What? You've been trying to get my attention all night, and now that you have it, you're not gonna do anything with it?"

"I want you to do it for me," I mumble into his hand.

He shoves me harder into the wall and slots his knee in between my legs, spreading them apart and making me sigh.

"You wanted it so bad... So take it..."

Watching the amusement dance through his features as I grind down on his leg and whine into his mouth only excites me more, right next to the knowledge that downstairs the house is congested with people visiting to celebrate my mom's new promotion at work.

Needless to say, it doesn't take me very long to start feeling my stomach tense. My hips are wild as they roll over his leg, whines spewing from my mouth and into his hand. I look up into his eyes, doing my best to show him how much I could never grow tired of this, and he returns the favor by lifting his leg higher and giving me more friction.

In no time at all, I'm shuddering against him, feeling his hand press harder into my mouth to muffle the high-pitched whines that I can't help but expel.

"Nice and quick... Good girl..." Spencer muses, slowly peeling himself away from me. "You're really looking forward to being spoiled later, aren't you..."

The grin that spreads over my face is unwavering. "Definitely. Knowing Mom, she'll be passed out cold in like an hour."

I know I'm the one who brought her up, but it still stings a little when Spencer smiles fondly. "Yeah, she's a lightweight alright... You sure you can handle all this time without me until then?"

Despite the butterflies I get when he says it, mischievous and downright delectable, his hands reach out to grab my waist and pull me closer to him, I roll my eyes. "You underestimate me."

He studies my face for a moment, a pretty smile flashing before me in the dim light before he kisses my cheek. "Sure."

And when he leaves, I wait.

Minutes later, my skin still burns from his touch.

———

The moment my eyes open the next morning, it all comes back in flashes.

His lips are on my skin, travelling lower and lower...

His hands trail all over my body, featherlight in a way that leaves me with goosebumps.

His tongue starts slow, taking its time to taste me and savor every precious second.

His voice is like the sweetest prayer, whispering praises that leave my head dizzy and my heart pounding.

His lips languidly open and close around the most sensitive parts of my body, in tandem with that sweet, magnificent tongue as each action pulls sighs from the very depths of my soul.

His hands reach up and tangle with mine as he makes me come on his tongue, over and over again until I'm practically numb and the lull of sleep drags me under.

His hands now ghost over my bare skin, along my sides and down to my waist. I hum happily and push back against him when I feel it.

He's hard.

"How long before you think she wakes up?" he whispers in my ear.

"Not long... Maybe we... shouldn't risk i—"

The words fall off a cliff, never to be seen again when he slowly enters me, gripping my leg and forcing it over his own. "I'll be quick."

I can tell, though, that he doesn't want to be. It's present in the way he enters me, over and over with motions that feel rather stunted and definitely too rushed.

"Baby, no," I whine, reaching behind me to hold his hips still with one hand. "Fuck me slow... Don't rush..."

"But... Your mom..."

"Please..."

Spencer sighs, though not from exasperation. No, his breath is long and teeming with relief, hands gently roaming over the entirety of my body as his hips move slower. He's taking his time, relishing every second and feeling me gradually get more slick at his undoing.

His lips are on my neck, not providing marks to match the ones hidden on the inside of my thighs and my chest, but merely resting there. He kisses me in between gentle thrusts, letting out small whimpers of his own when I clench tightly around him.

This...

This is different.

We've had slow morning sex before, but never like this. Somehow, I find myself drifting, like I'm being carried away by his current. There's nothing but me, Spencer, and our breathing... Our bodies, our air, our souls...

This is what I imagine making love feels like.

Which is why I barely notice when it slips from my mouth— Three words that should feel more daunting due to the weight they hold and the way they ultimately change everything. And yet, whispering “I love you,” in a nearly breathless string of syllables feels incredibly natural. It’s more sincere than anything I think I’ve ever told him, so much so that I don’t even think about what it will mean in the long-run. Instead I let it fall from my lips again and again without regret or consequence.

He doesn't stop, either. Spencer continues to fuck me softly, like it's all he knows how to do. In fact, my confession only seems to make him relax more.

And that's what finally pushes me over the edge.

His name escapes my mouth in a whisper that sounds more like a plea not to leave, and he holds me closer to him. Our bodies are flush together, my back resting perfectly against his chest as he takes a few final thrusts and empties himself inside of me.

If we stayed like that forever, I could die happy.

And actually, that wouldn't be far from the truth, given that if we did stay here forever, my mom would certainly find us and kill us.

The thought makes me sigh.

"You have to leave..."

"I know..."

Spencer pulls me closer, squeezing me tight and giving me a long, bold kiss on the jaw before he rips himself away and takes my heart with him.

AUGUST 18th

Things are significantly different now.

After the morning I let slip that I love him, Spencer and I had been intimate once. We found ourselves alone while Mom was at the grocery store and instinctually came together.

It was quick, and it was fast and rough, and while it obviously felt good, something was off. But I knew it wasn't a physical problem. Like I said, it felt as good as any other time we'd been together, but it just wasn't right.

I hate it.

It hasn't even been a week since then, and I miss him. I miss our dynamic, and I miss the way I used to feel when he touched me.

So I stalk into the office and lean against the doorframe, watching Spencer as he goes through a large pile of paperwork. His hands and his eyes are moving at near light-speed, and the way he concentrates almost makes me feel bad for my intrusion—Honestly, I could have looked at him all damn day.

But there's a bigger plan in mind.

"What'cha up to?"

He looks up and greets me with a smile. "School starts in a few weeks. I'm just trying to get my coursework prepared."

"Oh... You... mind if I keep you company?"

"Not at all."

It's an innocent enough exchange, though I'm hoping I can change that. Mom doesn't get off work for another few hours, so it gives me ample time to do what I have planned.

I walk over and nudge his leg with my knee, and he lets me in. I climb on his lap, and after giving me a brief kiss on the cheek he returns to going through his paperwork.

My face turns and I nestle it into his neck. He hums softly when I kiss the skin under his jaw, once, and then twice, and then over and over in quick succession.

I can feel him smile. "What are you up to, princess?"

Hearing the nickname return in earnest makes me smile. I nip softly at his neck and run my tongue along it. "Mmm, trouble."

"Sounds like you," he mutters through a sultry sigh once I start going lower, kissing the top of his shoulder.

I slide my hands up the front of his chest and gently undo the top button, giving me access to more skin. "You love it when I make trouble..."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that."

I slide off his lap then, crouching between his legs and looking up at him with a smile. "Really?"

All he does is look down at me, his pupils growing bigger by the second. So I continue my venture, sliding my hands up the insides of his legs until I reach the belt. "So you don't love when I do this?"

Spencer sighs, helping me by lifting his hips a little and letting me slide down layers of fabric until his dick is right in front of me.

I don't waste any time, taking him in my hand and bringing him to my mouth. He's still not entirely hard yet, but I don't mind at all. In fact, I let out a happy sigh just before I press kiss after kiss along the entire length of him. From base to tip, I take my time kissing and licking along the salty skin and giving him my full attention. I pull back and admire him, I smile, I kiss and I lick and I squeeze him with my hand... And when he's finally nice and hard, I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.

"Y/N..."

I hum around him, sinking further down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I come back up and repeat. It's slow. Maybe torturous even, but really I don't mean it to be.

Thankfully Spencer seems to be happy with my speed and technique; His eyes are on the verge of closing and his chest is heaving slowly, fingers gently caressing the sides of my face as I go down on him.

It's this same slow, steadying pace we'd taken before, and it's exactly what we needed.

I can feel his touch on my face, burning into my skin and marking me for all eternity. Likewise, the thick, throbbing weight of his cock sliding over my tongue and down my throat feels just like home— Like it's right where we're meant to be.

Once again, we fit together perfectly.

This epiphany sets a fire deep in the pits of my stomach, and just like that our spark is back again.

I look up and catch his eye, and he lets me keep it, forcing himself to keep his eyelids open to watch me. My pace remains consistent and slow, and and he brings both of his hands under my chin. The way he holds my face is so gentle, so loving and sensual that I nearly burst with tears at the sentiment alone, and it doesn't take long for him to start letting go.

He stutters my name when he comes, still using the pads of his nimble fingers to caress my throat. I take in and swallow each rope of cum until it's gone, and even then I keep him in my mouth, gently bobbing my head up and down just for the sake of feeling him inside me somehow.

But then he lifts me off of him and his dick falls limp in his lap. I sigh and lean down, kissing it a few times before just resting my head in his lap as he strokes my hair.

"You're right," Spencer says after a few moments.

"About what?"

"I do love when you make trouble."

We laugh, and I lift my head to look up at him.

"I know... It's your favorite."

"That it is, princess."

AUGUST 26th

I wish more than anything that this orientation would just end. My left foot is anxiously tapping the cool white tile of the floor as I wait to be next in line to grab my paperwork and get on my way— To home for what I'm sure will be a long weekend trying to find free minutes to steal with Spencer.

In another life it might have gotten tedious and painful sneaking around for so long, but I found it excited me. Sure, my feelings for Spencer were growing at an exponential rate, but ever since I visited him in our home office, we seemed to be getting back our groove— With an added flair I might add...

Each time we were together was more intense than the last. His hands got more possessive, his kisses got deeper and more passionate, and the way he looked at me?

I could swear I felt him falling just as deep as I was.

The smile it all brought to my face in that moment fell a little short when they called me next in line, and I fell into a joyful step forward to collect my things.

When I get home, though, things aren't as joyful.

The first thing I notice is that Spencer's car isn't in the driveway or even on the street. He's usually here on weekends, so I wonder if he's out for something, or even out with my mom on a lunch date or something.

I try not to think about that thought too much and step inside, hoping to at least enjoy the silence for a little while, lest they really are out together.

I think I'm out of the woods when I hear the television, a laugh track of some kind, but then it turns into the Friends theme blaring through the speakers, and my heart nearly falls into the pit of my stomach.

There's only one reason Mom would be watching Friends. She swears up and down that she hates it, but it always ends up on TV when there's one specific thing she's going through, because "Hearing them complain about their stupid problems make me feel better about my own!"

Her own problem being a breakup.

For a moment I wonder if maybe Spencer had told her about us. Or maybe she found something somehow that would give us away. I make my way slowly through the space until I reach the living room, my brain making up every possible horrendous outcome— Not even to prepare for the blow, because I know that absolutely nothing could prepare me for the wrath of my mother in any situation... I simply can't help myself from feeling guilty and heartbroken as my stomach churns and my heart beats so loud I can barely hear the TV anymore.

When I come into her view, Mom freezes and lets out a large breath of shaky air. The small tub of ice cream in her hands shakes just as much, and I can tell she's trying her hardest not to burst into tears.

I've never seen her this upset before. Normally it's just anger and annoyance, but this time she looks utterly broken.

"M—Mom?" I stutter, even though she probably can't even hear what I'm saying over the TV. I still don't know if she knows about my involvement with Spencer, but I feel like she'd be more angry with me than sad, so I figure it's safe to come closer.

The moment I take a step forward, she sets the ice cream on the floor and opens her arms to me, a choked sob forcing its way out. It almost makes me cry, just seeing her this heartbroken, and in an instant I'm running to her and snuggling into her side as she hugs me.

"What happened?" I will myself to ask, even though I still have no idea what it means for me. Maybe that's selfish, but if he's taking himself out of Mom's life, surely that has to mean he's removing himself from mine as well, right? And if he's just leaving without saying anything... God, that would ruin me, too.

Still, I wait to hear what Mom will say.

"He broke up with me," is all she says, through a long and tired sigh. She mutes the TV and then holds me tighter. I can feel that there's pure sadness controlling her every movement, and it crushes me.

"Why?"

"I don't know, he just... He said he didn't love me, and he wasn't feeling it anymore."

"That's all?"

"Uh huh... It was so sudden, too, like... I thought we were really getting along, and I just... I don't understand how he couldn't feel it... I felt all of it, and he just... He felt nothing. How could he feel nothing?"

I really don't know what to say anymore... It seems to me like Spencer really told her the truth and ended their relationship because he didn't feel anything for her anymore, but... I always knew he had to have felt something... I guess I just didn't realize someone could fall out of it so quickly.

The guilt overwhelms me then, when it dawns on me that I made him fall out of it so fast. I was there, taking up small moments of his time until, eventually, I'd taken up so much of it that it wasn't just his time I was stealing, but also his love. His fire, and his passion... Month by month, day by day, I was draining the love he had for my mom and distilling it to meet my own desires.

And now, here I am, in my mothers arms as she weeps over a man she truly loved, all because he and I were selfish and treasonous.

If Spencer decides he still wants to be with me after this, I really don't know if I could do it. Even after all this time... After all this trouble and guilt and glorious treason...

He could never really be mine.

———

Y/N,

I knew this day would come from the moment I met you. Of course, I didn't know how far my feelings would take me, but in the end I knew I would one day have to leave you and your mother behind.

Day by day my feelings for you grew stronger, and it wasn't until you told me you loved me that August Thirteenth that I realized I loved you, too. What we had was always dangerous, but by then my heart was focused solely on you, and I could feel your mother slipping from my grasp.

I pretended for as long as I could, but now you've taken up so much space in my brain that when Eve pulled me near, I almost sighed out your name instead. I knew then that no longer could I "keep up appearances," as I often like to tell you.

Maybe one day you and I can find our way back to each other, but for now, I think it's for the very best that we go our separate ways.

In my wildest dreams I will think of you fondly, and I can only hope that you might do the same.

Always Yours, Spencer

JUNE 19th, SEVEN YEARS LATER

There are so many things I'm thinking about when I come home tonight.

One: I'm a little tipsy and completely fucked out, which reminds me of that night I came home in the exact same state, only to find my mom's old boyfriend, Spencer, unable to sleep and to stop staring at my bare legs. The memory brings a smile to my face.

Two: My feet fucking hurt and I want to get these goddamned shoes off.

Three: The ghost of Spencer's smile when he saw me for the first time in seven years burns in the back of my mind, right next to the ghost of his hands caressing my skin like it had been the first time.

Four: How am I going to spend the rest of the summer back in town knowing what it feels like to have fucked him at all without an ounce of guilt attached to it?

Five: Am I going to tell my mom that I slept with her ex-boyfriend tonight?

Six: Fuck, I'm hungry...

My heels come off as soon as I step through the door.

The light is on, and I can hear Mom laughing in the kitchen with Adam from far away, which brings a fond smile to my face. I'm glad that she's finally happy, with someone who doesn't make me want to fall to my knees, thank you very much.

And truthfully, if I hadn't ran into Spencer at all tonight, I'm not sure I ever would have thought about that whole situation again— It was fucked up, he ended up leaving both of us, and Mom was so deeply devastated after their breakup that I didn't have the heart to tell her I missed him too. I just buried it deep down and tried to move on right alongside her, eventually erasing his memory from my mind, body, and soul.

Well, almost.

There were days, obviously, where his letter hummed inside my pillowcase where he left it, whether I brought it to college or kept it at home, or it sat soundly in my new apartment. His words were always there, spilling into my dreams and dancing with me through our memories; tangled tongues and limbs, wild nights and passionate mornings...

I'd wake up feeling hot to the touch and missing him completely.

Thankfully those days were few and far in between, and for a while I'd stopped thinking of him altogether.

But of course, it turns out that Spencer Reid is in fact, pretty damn inevitable.

That bar downtown was packed, so it was a wonder I'd even ran into him of all people in the first place. What he was doing there I didn't know. And neither do I now, because from the moment we laid eyes on each other, it was this constant state of shell-shock and fire, nothing else. He asked briefly about Mom, I told him she'd been married for four years, and then he joked about how he was surprised I hadn't tried to steal him from her.

Naturally, with that ever so playful look in his eye practically taunting me, I played to his joke and responded with a sultry smile, "The only one I ever wanted to steal was you, Doctor..."

The rest wasn't exactly a blur, but all I'm going to say is that we spent the rest of our time together at his apartment, "catching up on lost time"... And as much as I'd grown out of the submissive role sexually over the years, I found myself crawling back, submitting to him like I'd done it a million times over. And, really, I might as well have.

It's like we'd never stopped.

That being said, I declined his offer to stay the night and told him to give me a call some time before I left to go back to Seattle. Though, not without giving him a thousand goodbye kisses that were rather counterproductive.

Thinking about it makes my cheeks burn hot, though thankfully it's summer, and Mom won't have to question it. Though, if she does, I suppose I could keep it short and sweet and tell her the truth at the very least: that I met up with an old friend who showed me a good time.

"Hey'a, Sweetpea," she greets with a bright wave. She and Adam are obviously a little tipsy, more than me by the looks of it, but I pay it no mind. "How was you're night?"

"Great! Went to a few bars downtown, met up with some friends..."

"Oh, good, well we're glad you got back safe."

I snag a bottle of water and an apple from the fridge, then turn back around to see Mom and Adam snuggled in, sharing a smile that would make even the happiest person on the planet sick to their stomach.

Oddly enough, it reminds me of back then, when she was with Spencer, happier than ever and completely oblivious to what was going on in her daughter's life.

The thought makes my stomach flutter, taking me back to earlier in the night when he had his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth attached to my skin, spewing filthy words and praises that had me begging for more...

"I missed you, princess," he whispers, holding himself deep inside me. His fingers brush the matted hair from my face, revealing more of my saccharine smile and eyes that swim with mischief.

"I missed you too," I whine, reaching out and grabbing handfuls of his ass, shoving him even farther inside me and wrapping my legs around him tighter. "...Daddy..."

Spencer loses all semblance of cool, pulling back and slamming into me with full force. I—

"Y/N?"

I blink away his memory, reminding myself of where I am and what I'm doing, finding Mom looking at me with a curious gleam in her eye.

"What are you thinking about?"

With a small smile, I nod in her direction. "Oh, uh... You'll never believe who I ran into tonight."

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