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dolldefiler · 3 months

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“Dr Raj will see you now.”

The smooth, pleasant voice of the receptionist put a stop to Lucy’s descent into that realm of dark thoughts. She looked up to see her warm, polite smile. Her fake smile. Doubtless, this innocent-looking secretary knew exactly what Dr Raj was making her feel. And yet she did nothing to stop it.

“Thank you,” Lucy said, slowly getting up, shuffling towards the office, her breath losing its evenness with each small step. By the time she’d made her way to the door, her breath was ragged in anticipation of what lay beyond. Turning her head back, she saw the receptionist’s face plastered with the same polite, unfeeling smile back at her. She entered the office.

The office was small. Very small. A desk, a chair, and a sofa large enough to fit two people, barely. There were no windows here, the only light being a single unshaded bulb casting a flickering warmth into the room. Neither walls nor the desk were particularly decorated, dull and neutral. The room was hot, almost like a sauna, and in the background, a low buzzing sound could be heard. This was closer to a closet than a room. Moreso a torture chamber than a therapist’s office.

And sat upon that chair was the man she’d been dreading to meet. Dr Raj. He was ageless and plain-faced, not a person that would be easily noticed. He seemed unconcerned by the heat and claustrophobic room, beckoning her to sit down on the sofa.

She sunk into the sofa, her heart thumping.

“Hello, Lucy, how have you been?” Dr Raj smiled broadly, as if last week had been a dream. A nightmare. He always did this. He’d start with a flawless sense of professionalism and charisma that’d ease you in, and tempt you into lowering your guard. And then when the moment came, he’d turn on you. Tear at those insecurities you’d exposed to him. She endured the small talk, drawing out each answer, knowing how futile it all was. The moment came.

“Now, shall we get started?” Dr Raj asked, his smile never faltering. Sensing her hesitation, he squinted. “What’s wrong, Lucy?”

Lucy panicked. All thoughts of pushing back, resisting, fleeing her. “W-well, it’s just that… Do we have to do it like this? Telling you every detail of… everything.” Even she could tell how much her voice trembled. She couldn’t help it. Fear and anxiety gnawed at her.

Dr Raj peered at her over the rim of his glasses. Perhaps it was her imagination but a streak of annoyance flashed across his face. And then his face relaxed into one a little more comforting. Relaxing. Kind. Gentle. “Lucy, we’ve spoken about this, haven’t we? You need to get this out of your system. You need to be brave again, for me.”

Lucy nodded, knowing if she spoke, they’d both know how terrified she was. Dr Raj smiled his pleasant smile at her. “Now I believe you were going to tell me what happened after your evening at the nightclub.”

Lucy’s gut sank as she recalled that dreadful night. The heat of the room felt heavy on her as her breath faltered slightly. Dr Raj sat patiently, his smile unceasing. “Right… I left the club at around midnight. My house is about fifteen minutes away, so I thought it would be fine. There’s this dark alleyway near the club which cuts off about five minutes, so I thought I’d be fine taking that but-... But…”

The humiliation rushed back to her. The memory of it all. The masked man appearing from the shadows pinning her down and clamping a sweaty hand over her mouth. The nasty words that had been whispered furiously into her ears, the-.

She sensed the therapist get out of his chair and sit next to her. There wasn’t nearly enough room for the both of them, so their legs were pressed against each other’s. She felt a hand touch her shoulder, patting her worries away. She hated it.

“There, there, Lucy. What happened next?” Dr Raj’s voice cut off her thoughts. His voice was smooth and even, contrasting the low, constant buzz of the heater or generator or whatever it was. Lucy collected herself, pausing for a minute to regain her voice.

“But then a man appeared. I thought he’d just walk past me. He didn’t. I didn’t realise what was happening until there was a hand on my throat and another on my mouth. I couldn’t even scream.” Lucy could feel his hand patting away at her shoulder, almost rhythmically.

Her fists were balled up, her body tense. That night was the worst she’d felt in her entire life. The way some man had stolen her dignity from her. Ripped it away from her, as if she truly deserved no happiness to begin with. She’d never wish it upon her worst enemy… So then why was she so aware of Dr Raj right now? Every pat gave her a jolt of some unfamiliar, tingling energy… And she didn’t know what to do with that.

“He must have noticed how pretty you are. What were you wearing?”

He’d called her pretty… She felt so dirty, so alone, so utterly stained, yet here a man was calling her pretty! Some small part of her knew that he was a pig underneath that insincere smile. A monster that thrived off her suffering. But she chose to ignore it. Because it felt better this way. “I was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt,” she mumbled.

“You were wearing such provocative clothes. I know this might upset you, but did you consider you dressed like that to attract a man’s attention?”

Lucy could hear her heart beat louder and faster. Was this her fault? If she’d worn something less revealing, would she have been left unscathed? She didn’t want to be raped. Nobody did. Right?

“But perhaps it wasn’t the way you dressed. Could you show me how short they were?”

Lucy looked at him, confused. How was she to show him how short they were? And then she felt it. She looked down and saw his hand press against her thighs. She froze, unable to breathe for a moment. She could feel her eyes water up, as she looked down at his warm hand. His fingers were wrapped tightly around her thighs, his thumb almost caressing her. In the background she could hear him coaxing her, telling her to breathe.

When she finally managed to draw in a jagged breath, he looked at her, his warm smile ignoring the tears in her eyes, the heat of the room, and the constant, fucking buzzing. The room was far too small. There was hardly any room for a single person in this closet, let alone two. And yet she didn’t take his hand off her. She didn’t even resist it.

“Was it shorter than this?” Dr Raj asked. Lucy nodded her head, her eyes closed to hold back the tears. Why was it always her? Could they sense how weak she was? How frail and vulnerable she was? How easy to manipulate she was? She felt his hand draw further up her thigh, the tips of his fingers getting precariously closer to her groin. To her hot, wet pussy.

“About here?”

Lucy nodded. The patting stopped. She felt his arm wrap itself around her waist, his wandering hand making its way to her midriff, just underneath her chest. She shuddered. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop this. Her body was putty in his hands, soft and relaxed on the comfortable sofa. She hated this so much. She hated Dr Raj, her rapist, and especially herself, she could almost throw up. So why was her needy cunt so fucking wet?

He knew exactly what he was doing when he asked her the same question about her crop top, his hand eventually grazing her boobs. There she was, sat in some stranger’s office with his hands all over her. She’d let this happen again. She truly was pathetic. Perhaps, this was always meant to be.

Dr Raj’s voice came in whispers, soft and teasing. “And then what happened? Did he touch you? Drive his penis into your vagina?”

Lucy couldn’t suppress the tears any longer. She nodded. “He called me an attention-seeking whore. A dumb rapeslut that was going to get what she deserved. I felt a hand under my top, fondling my chest… My tits… And then something pressed against my pussy.”

Before she knew it, she was inching her way into his hands, her desperate cunt craving for the touch of a man that wasn’t disgusted with her. It was hard to care about her dignity anymore. Hadn’t it been raped away that night anyway?

“Oh? Did he touch you like this?” His hand rose from her midriff, and with practised ease, slipped under her top, sliding directly onto her tits. “You’ve not worn a bra. Perhaps you really are an attention-seeking cockslut.”

Lucy’s body wracked with silent, heavy sobs, as she looked down at his groping, lecherous hand under her top, violating her as she’d been violated that night. His hand was hot on her skin. Her head spun, light-hearted from his touch. She looked up at him. His kind smile had never left his face. This was the face of the devil himself. She nodded her head.

“He… Didn’t last long. I can’t remember it. Not really. Just a few thrusts… and it was over.”

But it was enough to make her question her own humanity. She felt his hand slide up her thigh and slip under her jeans. She couldn’t hold back her moan as his fingers met her aching cunt. A hole, she now knew, was made for dick. She heard his voice again.

“But that’s all that mattered, isn’t it? That he came in the end. It doesn’t matter how short it was. All that mattered is that he was satisfied and drained.”

She sobbed and nodded. Again. She couldn’t deny this man. Even if she hated him.

“Look at my lap, Lucy.”

His throbbing tent was hard to miss.

“Take it out.”

She didn’t struggle or argue or resist. This is the best she could hope for. At least he was telling her what he wanted her to do. Her trembling hand reached his zipper, slowly pulling it down before fishing his thick, brown cock out. Like his hands, it felt so warm, so alive in her hand. She hated it. She wanted to yank it off and eat it. She wanted this to end.

“Jerk it, you little rapetoy. We both know you need this.”

She wanted this to end. But she stroked his dick anyway. Some twisted satisfaction rose within her as he groped and molested her body. As she let her hand slide up and down his erect cock.

“Faster, you whore. You should always strive to help a man cum. Grip my cock and fucking jerk me off like the nasty slut I know you really are.” She could no longer cry. Perhaps she’d run out of tears. Perhaps she didn’t care. Perhaps she couldn’t care anymore. They sat there for a few minutes, silently fingering and stroking each other. Acting as lovers, when in reality there was only a monster and its prey.

She could hardly feel his fingers, the blood rushing from her head. She could only focus on his twitching cock. The warmth between her fingers. Her painfully hot body. And then with a slight groan, thick, warm cum spilled out from his cock, coating her fingers. She sat there, his dick in his hands still. Her eyes were probably vacant. Lucy was no longer there, not really. Only the empty shell of a human being remained. Only a piece of meat made for rape and abuse remained.

She felt him push her hand to her mouth, telling her to clean it up. She complied. He tasted salty. Disgusting. Not that it mattered. Nothing mattered.

“You can pay at the reception. I’ll see you next week.”

Dr Raj had seen her.

And he’d destroyed her without losing that sickly smile.

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smileysuh · 6 months

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night terror - TEASER

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As much as you love being a mother, you think some of your favorite moments might just happen when the kids are asleep. Seeing Seungcheol with Hana and Daehyun is one of the great joys of your life, but you have needs too, and after a long day, you really need something to help you relax.

tw/cw. unprotected sex, bathroom sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, praise, fingering, blow job, deep throating, mentions of masochism, loud sex, your kid hearing you scream during sex and then your husband lies to her and says it's night terrors when really it's him - he's the night terror, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

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🍭 aus. rich businessman cheol, husband cheol, established relationship, father cheol, stay at home mom reader, etc…

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After being filled up with hot mac and cheese, the kids had fallen asleep less than thirty minutes into their movie. Seungcheol had carried them to bed, double checking to make sure they were tucked in all right, and now, he heads into your own room, closing the sound proof doors behind him.

“I’ve said it already, but I’ll say it again, dinner was great,” he tells you, as he heads to his closet to begin removing his button up shirt. “Even the salad was good, I haven’t seen Daehyun eat that many greens in months.”

“He’s warming up to them,” you smile, coming up behind your husband to give him a hug from behind, your cheek pressed to his back. “We were all happy you were there to eat with us. I know work has been busy, so I wasn’t sure if you’d make it.”

“And miss mac and cheese night?” Seungcheol scoffs. “Not even Jeon Wonwoo himself could keep me from that.”

You laugh at the mention of his business partner. “He can join next time, if he has the time. Hana misses Uncle Woo.”

“Thats because he dotes on her.”

“As if you don’t.”

“We all do, she’s a special kid, that one.”

“They both are,” you muse. “Daehyun down played it, but he was doing really well in practice. Coach says he has some real talent. Apparently he can’t shut up about the way that you take him to games twice a month in box seats. I think it’s making a huge difference.”

“That’s good to hear,” Seungcheol smiles.

“Anyways, enough about our days,” you sigh. “Do you need a shower?”

“Why? Do I smell?” Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“No, I was just thinking I might have one, and maybe you’d like to join me.”

Seungcheol groans. “Well now I definitely need a shower.” “Perfect.” You pull away from his back, reaching down to take off your shirt as you head to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in there, daddy.”

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niefics · 8 months

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CHILDHOOD FRIENDS — LHS X FEM!READER

Warnings : Suggestive, Sexual intercourse (making love basically), size kink (?), really vanilla tbh, unprotected sex (be safe lmao.), kissing, cursing

Synopsis : You & your close friend since you were young end up becoming more than just friends

A/n : this is my first ff on tumblr so sorry if it’s bad

I was getting ready to go hang out with heeseung, it’s been a while since we have since I’ve been busy with life and recently got out of a committed relationship. I decided to come visit heeseung at his parents place just to catch up on life and maybe end up accidentally sharing my love life with him like I always end up doing sadly. I walked grabbed my shoes from the rack, while simultaneously grabbing my house / car keys and turning the lights off in my room and shutting the door shortly after.

I walked into the living room and waved bye to my mom putting my shoes on at the door and soon after heading out into the night. I got in my car, and I got a notification. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and read the contact name answering it. “Hello?” I spoke. “Are you almost here yet? I’m getting tired, of waiting for your slow ass.” Heeseung spoke, I could tell he was smiling. I rolled my eyes, a smile growing on my face. “Yes, I’m just about to leave my house, clean your dirty ass room for me before I visit okay?” I spoke letting out a small giggle. “Yeah I will, hurry up tho, I haven’t ate yet.” He spoke. “Mhm.” I spoke before we said our goodbyes and I headed over.

After 15 minutes I arrived, turning my car off and heading to his door. His family knew me and was fine with me coming any time, I was like a daughter to them so they didn’t really care & end up asking when I’d come over if heeseung doesn’t bring me over. I walked over to his front door and texted him, “I’m here I don’t want to possibly disturb your parents hee.” I spoke, and shortly after hearing the hinges on the door twist, causing me to look up and see the grinning heeseung. “Hi, Y/N.” He spoke, hair a bit messy, and a loose tank top with grey sweats. “My moms sleep so please don’t be such a loud ass.” He spoke in a low tone. “I won’t, it’s cold as hell hee, pls let me in.” I spoke, wind blowing in my face. He moved to the side allowing me to walk in, taking off my shoes, shortly following him up the quiet stairs up to his room. He opened the door letting me in first and dropped my stuff off on the ground and walking to his bed and climbing in it.

“To be honest, I only agreed to come over because I wanted to lie in your bed.” I spoke laying down in a starfish position in the middle of his bed. “Really? Isn’t that why you would go and sleep over at jakes?” He spoke. I lifted my head up resting on my elbows. “Me and jake aren’t a thing anymore, why would I come over his place and lay in his bed?” I asked lifting a brow. “Oh yeah I forgot, you know you’re wearing his hoodie right now.” Heeseung spoke. “I know, it’s only because it’s comfortable as fuck, it doesn’t even smell like him anyways.” I spoke.

I was playing a game on his game and he was watching me, I started to get hot from the heat and took off the hood revealing my cleavage causing Heeseung to feel some type of way. “Why is she doing this to me.” Heeseung thought to himself whilst trying to keep himself sane. He thought other perverted things when I remembered him being hungry. “Hee, you told me you were hungry earlier, did you end up eating without me ?” I asked, he shook no immediately getting out his thoughts. “No I was waiting on you, would you like to order anything or something?” He asked me, I thought about it for a moment. “Pizza ?” I spoke he agreed pulling out his phone and ordering it.

“So, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you?” I asked heeseung, he paused after looking at his phone and thought about it for a moment. “Hmm, I’ve been busy with basketball pretty much, i haven’t really did much.” He spoke. I laughed a little. “That’s so boring, so you’re not gonna share that everyone thinks you’re a man whore on campus ?” I spoke lifting a brow. He looked up at me and lifting a brow. “Man whore..?”

“Yes man whore, you’ve slept with so many women & and ghosted all of them afterwards after giving them high hopes.” I spoke, he shook his head repeatedly. “It was only like 3 girls during summer break, it’s the middle of November.” He spoke, I nodded agreeing. “True, so sad I didn’t get to hook up or party this summer, I was in love with with a lier.” I spoke, I felt soon felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and grabbed it. I read the message it was a attachment from a friend. It was a picture of my ex making out with a girl at a party from when I got stood up on a date during the summer. “Great, he’s not just a lier, he’s a fucking cheater.” I spoke, heeseungs smile dropped once he noticed what happened. “What do you mean, what happened Y/N??” He asked getting closer to me to see visible irritation and a bit of sadness. He pulled me close and hugged me tightly, hoping that would help my sadness go away.

His calming scent made me feel better in a way, just being in his presence in general to be honest. I just wish I could find someone like him in a relationship. Everyone I talk to, either is a peace of shit or treats me like shit, but knowing hee’s always there makes me feel better. After a minute he let go of me and I moved from his warm chest and we made eye contact. Out of impulse, just in the moment I just began kissing him.

I wasn’t thinking, but he kissed back cause me to still not think. I’ve never really felt feelings for heeseung in a more than a friend way. It’s just in that moment, I felt the sudden urge to kiss him. The kiss felt so heated for so reason, lips feeling swollen, lips being bit and heeseung slowly about to make his way up inside my shirt, he suddenly bucked his hips causing me to feel his clothed dick. I let out a faint moan, I realized what I got myself into. I pulled back completely, causing hee to pull his hands down from in my shirt to settling on my thighs. “Hee, I don’t know what made me do this but we shouldn’t do this you know? It just kind of doesn’t feel right to.” I spoke, he looked at me, he fixed himself causing me to shift on his lap more and gave me a light pecks on my neck. “Hee, I dont-“

“Maybe you should get you mind off of Jake Hm? You’ve been dealing with this break up for so long, I just want to make you feel good okay?” He spoke looking at me, I was biting my lip a bit worriedly & what he said kind of calmed me down. I looked down at him from his lap thinking about him and his one night stand rumors. “I don’t know, those-“

“Fuck those rumors Y/N. Even if I did give them girls hope and ghost them doesn’t mean I’d do the same to you, you’re different.” He spoke looking up at me. Was he possibly confessing to me ? Was it just his dick talking or is this the same tactics he used on the other girls ? I don’t know. I just don’t want to loose a friend I’ve had for so long. I was deep in my thoughts that and he noticed.

He gave me a light & soft peck on the lips that pulled me out of my thoughts. “I just want you to keep your mind off Jake, but if you don’t want-“ i cuffed his face and began kissing him again, he’s done enough convincing for me to finish what I started. He places his hands hesitantly inside my shirt slowly, trying to keep my comfortable in the moment. I moved my hands from his face pulled his shirt up slowly while being submerged into the heated kiss we were having. I completely took his shirt off of him, making him break the kiss.

After a while of moving positions and fighting to get each others clothes off, we were finally naked. He gently placed me on his bed breaking the kiss, the feeling of shyness washing over me, him noticing it and he began reassuring me. “Let me know when you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop okay?” He spoke i nodded watching slowly feel on my folds causing me bite my lip. The slick from my wetness made him groan faintly, making his hardened cock twitch.

He licked the wetness left from me off his fingers and faintly cursed. “Fuck.” He spoke about to put a digit inside me. Causing me to stop him. “Wait!” I spoke stopping his hand. He looked at me a bit worried. “What is it? Would you like me to stop ?” He asked me. I shook my head no. “Can.. you just fuck me already? I don’t think I can wait any longer.” I spoke. He slightly pouted. “What? I was looking forward to giving you head but that can wait.” He spoke moving his hand.

He pulled me closer to him by my thighs catching me off guard for a second, and he began stroking himself a bit getting ready to align himself to go inside me. I watch him prepare himself and just thought to myself “He might be the biggest I’ve ever had..” I thought.

He was aligning himself in front of my entrance. He slowly started push himself inside of me making me feel full, I’ve never actually have felt this feeling since I lost my virginity. I gasped biting my lip trying to stay quiet. He smirked, and from this angle he looked so fine, he left his chain on and it just made him look 10x finer. He went in and out slowly making sure I adjusted to his size so I didn’t feel any discomfort. The 3rd time he did it I began to get frustrated. “I feel like you’re teasing me.” I whined. He laughed a little finally thrusting a bit causing a moan to rip out my mouth.

“Be quiet okay ?” He spoke, fixing my legs from the side of his hips to on his shoulders I nodded not being able to say anything due to the pleasure. He grinned.

It’s been a while since we started and he wasn’t gentle and slow anymore, thrusting and out of me at a steady pace, letting out lewd word from both of our mouths. Holding onto my thighs watching me struggle to be quiet.

The sight of me biting my lip as he thrusted into me occasionally rougher just made him twitch inside of me. He started to go faster causing me to struggle more and more to be quiet. I moved my hand from my pinched nipple to my neglected clit rubbing it while struggling to keep my eyes open. “You look so pretty when you’re like this, how could he cheat on such a gorgeous girl like you ?” Heeseung spoke grunting. Him praising me gave me butterflies, a knot also growing in my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, s-slow down please!” I spoke feeling him slam his hips into me making it harder and harder for me to stay quiet making him pull down and kiss me muffling every moan. The knot becoming tighter and tighter in my stomach about to burst. “I’m about- oh my- fuck!” I spoke in the middle of the kiss feeling him remove my hand from my clit and placing his rubbing it harshly making whine as I began to cum. He pulled back to rubbing my neglected clit, watching me cum on him making his dick messy. He came shortly after me pull out and coming on my stomach.

“You okay?” He quickly asked me, making sure im okay. I nodded. “Yeah, just tired.” I spoke sitting up slowly in a tired tone. “Give me a second, I’ll be back.” He spoke putting back on his boxers and sweats leaving the room coming back with a warm wet cloth, cleaning up my legs and stomach. “Do you want to take a shower?” He asked me i tiredly shook my head, “my legs are a bit sore & it’s really late. I’ll just take one when I wake up.” I spoke and he agreed. I watched him go in his closet to find a shirt of his to let me wear as I put my underwear back on. He came back and put the shirt on me.

After crawling into the bed with me and a falling asleep with me.

— I woke up to a knock on hee’s bedroom door catching me off guard. I shook him awake. “Hee, someone’s knocking.” I spoke, he sat up and nodded tiredly giving me a quick peck before getting up and putting a shirt on to go answer the door. “Yes ?” He answered tiredly looking who’s at the door.

His mom flicked his forehead. “Why were you and Y/N fighting?” She asked. Heeseung held his head surprised. “Oh- uhm .. it wasn’t over something dumb.” He spoke lying. “Next time you two argue pls keep it down.” She said walking a way, hee closing the door and crawling back into the bed tiredly.

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missfrustration · 4 months

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a psychic walkthrough (reigen x fem!reader) 18+ **WITH AUDIO, NSFW**

A/N: hi friends! this is my first tumblr post, because only tumblr can embed the audio! audio was made with elevenlabs, and will be sprinkled in with the fanfiction. feel free to play or not while you read!

tags: 18+, mdni, pwp, nsfw, first-time sex, loss of virginity, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, drunk, boss/employee relationship, mild dubious consent, one-night stand, saliva, talking you through it, disheveled rat man nomnom, audio fic, whats it finna play-WOAHHH

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Drinking straight liquor tonight was not a good idea for you. It made you irrational and impulsive. You would always wake up with half the bottles empty, a killer headache, and always something to think about.

Nevertheless, you kept calling your boss, Reigen, until he picked up.

“Mph, hey,” Reigen calls out your name, voice raspy. “What do you need…? Middle of the night, y’know, we have to go to work in the morning.”

You are caught so off guard by the huskiness in his voice that your drunken mind can only freeze the words on your tongue.

His voice comes out as a growl when it calls your name again into the night. You can tell Reigen is concerned, yet you can do nothing but feel turned on by his stupid voice.

“I… uhhm.” You moan out into the night. Immediately, you close your mouth in surprise and panic-end the call before Reigen can get another word in. You slam it onto the table next to your bed and instinctively curl into yourself out of embarrassment.

You can’t even pick up your phone when it vibrates off the table–you almost booty-called your boss, for fucks sake! You know Reigen will keep bothering your line, but accepting any call could result in ratting yourself out and ruining your job position at Spirits and Such. There is no way you can do that.

You neglect the floor phone, taking a nice cold shower to forget your horned-up mind. You don’t bother gathering clothes before turning on the shower and hopping in, feeling the cool water on your hot skin. It almost relaxes you from the dirty thoughts you’ve been having. If only you could tell your boss how you feel, how you want him. Even if you haven’t lost your virginity, you’ve seen enough videos to know what you want–and boy, did you want a lot.

Okay, that’s enough thoughts about fucking your boss for one night.

After half an hour shy of meticulously cleaning every inch of your skin, you get out of the shower feeling satisfied and refreshed. Your arm reaches for the fluffiest towel you own, covering your moistened skin.

You frown at the bare shelf where you usually put a clean change of clothes, now regretting not taking the extra minute to get them earlier. However, you can’t dwell on it much when you hear a noise outside the bathroom.

You freeze when you hear constant knocking on your front door, nearly shitting yourself at the fact it’s past midnight and someone wants to see you.

“Hey, I know you’re in there!” The voice says, calling your name out.

You would prefer if that voice were foreign to you now, but you know exactly who’s at the door. You have half a mind to ignore it when you end up reaching for the knob and slowly peeking an eye into the crack.

It’s Reigen with scraggly hair, bloodshot eyes, and undereye bags. You could tell his clothes were hastily put on, and he seemed out of breath and agitated.

“Reigen?” You’re nothing less than bewildered. “Why the hell are you here?”

You open the door an inch, forgetting Reigen knows where you live. You remember him taking you home after a work party at the bar because you were way too drunk that night to get there on your own. He must’ve remembered where you were, which is both endearing and inconvenient for the time.

“Me? Are you okay?” Reigen takes the liberty of pushing open the door, concerned about your health yet oblivious to what you’re wearing.

Within the second of bursting open the door, he immediately realized why you cracked the door so narrow. Although your towel is fluffy, it’s barely enough to cover your nipples and crotch, giving Reigen the most liberal view of cleavage and legs that he could ever see.

Your wet hair drips down to the floor, and Reigen realizes what he’s walked in on. It doesn’t help that he’s already inside your house, the door now shut from his initial push. Under his quick eyes, you cannot deny the feeling bubbling up your stomach.

“Shit.” He rasps, immediately looking away when he realizes what he’s walked in. “Shit, okay, I’m sorry I- goddamn.”

He turns away his back entirely now, “I’m sorry for intruding, shit, I will–okay, I need to see myself out, now.”

“Hell no. Not when you’ve seen me like this, Reigen,” You say, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. Nevertheless, his head looks away. “Take some accountability.”

“Okay, alright, I’m sorry! You were calling, and I needed to make sure you weren’t dead.” He holds his hands to shake back and forth, then turns to you while covering his eyes. “What the hell happened?”

“Oh, I…” You trail off.

He leans forward and sniffs the air, glancing to your right to see the opened liquor splayed over the kitchen countertop.

“You’re drunk?”

“I was, but I’m fine now. I promise it was no big deal. I just–”

He removes his suit jacket, “Here, before anything else, let me give you this so you can cover up.”

“No, I don’t want that.” You stop his hands that hold out the jacket, rejecting any part in it.

“What?”

“I want you, boss.” You grit. You snatch his grey suit jacket before tossing it to the floor and stepping closer.

He looks back at you and blinks a few times, shaking his head.

“No, you’re drunk. You need to go to sleep, seriously.” Reigen groans. His voice contains an edge you can’t quite name, yet he doesn’t seem at all mad.

“I’m not drunk anymore,” You sputter, “And I know what I want, Reigen. I want you. Don’t you want me?”

“Jesus, you cannot just say that to me, especially as your boss.” Reigen covers his face, peering at you between his split fingers.

“I don’t care. I want you to teach me things you shouldn’t, and I’m ready to learn.”

“Teach? Wait, are you…?” Reigen stops himself from saying any more, knowing the exact answer when you nod. Reigen stares in shock, slack-jawed in disbelief. “No, there is no way you could be.”

You ignore his remark as your face glows in heat, gripping onto the edge of the towel with a resistance that’s desperate to let go. It only takes the swipe of your hand before the towel's grip succumbs to gravity, draping to the floor to expose your entire body.

“Reigen, don’t you want me?” You seductively say.

“Yes, God, I do, alright? Now, put something on before I do something I regret, or I cannot promise this will end well.” He covers his eyes again, feeling for the doorknob behind him.

“Why don’t we test that?”

You take his tie in your clutches, using the brevity of alcohol to do your mind’s bidding. Your arm yanks Reigen over to you until he practically topples over you in a passionate and hastily kiss. At the last minute, he stops the fall by slamming his hand on the wall right over you, making your knees buckle into an awkward stance.

His lips feel so warm against yours, with both dehydrated from the effects of the long night. Chapped lips caress chapped lips, and you hook your arms on the back of his neck as your body thuds against the floor, subsequently taking Reigen with you.

You wouldn’t think he would follow you to the floor so freely, immediately towering above your deliciously bare frame. His arms are planted on both sides of your head as he takes the lead in the domination of tongues. You feel caged between the arms you work under, yet the treat that is his guidance feeds you. Your lips, which have seldom kissed before, effortlessly mesh into his as he puts his weight against you.

It’s clear what’s ahead of you and your boss, and no amount of forgetting or reasoning will cleanse your questionable business relationship to a blank slate. Right now, it’s about filling that craving for you and, ultimately, your boss. Reigen must’ve had the same thought when his lips left yours, and he started to get up.

“We’ll think about us after. Right now,” Reigen gets off you, crouching at your side before scooping you in his arms. “I’m taking you somewhere else.”

“Second door to the right,” You whisper, letting him carry you to your bedroom.

He kicks open the door, promptly placing you on top of the bed and standing back up to undo his tie. The way he rips off that pink tie you see on him every shift before plucking open his shirt buttons from top to bottom has your mind spinning, especially when his eyes drink in your body every second he’s not touching you. By the time he gets down to his boxers, he’s back on you.

“I didn’t know that drinking made you a liar. I’m sorry, but there is no way you're a virgin.” Reigen snorts, caging your body between his arms once more.

“Why is that so hard to believe, dumbass,” You mumble.

“Come on. We see each other every weekday, and I find it hard to believe that someone hasn’t put themselves between these pretty little hips before. I cannot be the only one, much less the first.” His knees nudge between your legs, slightly opening them.

“As truthful now as I am about this,” You forcefully take his hand, pressing it on your exposed, hardened nipple. His hand stays there, eyes and hands now frozen from the contact.

“Fuck.” Reigen snaps out of his hypnosis, groping your breast, taking his fingers and gently rolling the hard nipple. You pant from the foreign sensation. He watches your reaction like a dog, almost hysterical in how his eyes widen.

His mouth takes your lips with force, then follows to the neck as he nibbles down the skin, then to the apex of your breast. Reigen’s lips coddle your areola as his tongue teasingly flicks the nipple, and his hands slowly caress the small on your waist down to the wideness of your soft hips.

Reigen leans back to gaze at all your delicious curves, particularly the ones in between your legs that ache to feel him. He gently pushes your left leg to the side with his knee before sighing.

“I’m not sure it’ll fit. Not right away,” Reigen starts. “So I’ll do this instead. Do you need me to guide you?” His fingers lift, showing you what he plans to start with. The display of his fingers alone makes you tremble, yet you nod your consent.

He starts his lessons on you. The only tool he needed to show you was your body right now. You are so wet that he wouldn’t even think of lube. Not for his fingers, at least. He still felt the need to dip his fingers into your mouth.

“Lick them, and keep your eyes on me,” Reigen says.

You obey. You flick your tongue around the pads, tasting the saltiness of his skin. You’re sure he darted straight over here when he woke up from your calls. Your mouth lingers on him, lubricating his fingers with your spit until he’s satisfied.

“Take them for me. Let me know if it’s okay first.” You nod, and he dips his arm down.

One finger starts to slowly enter inside you as you shift your body at the feeling. Reigen carefully studies your body language. After a few moments of his first finger entering, he puts another in.

“Damn, nobody has ever touched you like this, have they?” Reigen asks, looking into your widened eyes as his fingers start to move. He seems almost delighted by the thought of deflowering you, causing that desire to transfer to your core tenfold.

“No, Reigen. I wanted you… to be my first.” You cannot deny the aches you suffer at night after your shifts with Reigen or the long nights you endure your lust for him, yet you would never surrender your own hands to take care of it.

“How does it feel?” His fingers gently pry your tight hole, causing your back to arch, giving Reigen’s eyes a generous view of your body.

“So, so fucking good,” You pant, gripping the wrist that invades your pussy from your lust. You make it move at a faster pace now, holding onto his arm like it’s a damn stress ball.

“Good girl. Tell me if I need to stop.”

You feel your insides writhe in you when his fingers start to curl, constantly pushing in and out of you in a calculated rhythm. He knew exactly how much this made your body hot. His constant eyes that glance down your body up to your face tell you he’s enjoying himself, yet his thoughtful eyes still check yours, ensuring you’re okay.

“You’re so wet for me.”

You can hear your pussy squelch now with your juices. All for Reigen, all for the man who pleasures you. Even then, it’s not enough for Reigen as he palms his erection through his boxers.

“It’ll be painful if we don’t use lube,” Reigen says. “Do you have any?”

“No,” You whine in between huffs.

“Shit…” Reigen mutters, slowly pulling his fingers out, assessing the liquid practically dripping down his fingers. “I don’t know if you want to go farther then.”

“We can go without it,” You whine, rubbing your legs together from the emptiness.

“Are you sure you want that?” He asks. “That’s going to be a lot for you.”

You pull him in for another delicious kiss, properly exploring his mouth before answering.

“I can take it.”

Reigen leans over you, taking his hand to thread through your fingers. He uses his other hand to free his cock from his boxers. Suddenly, you realized why he was so worried about you– over it not fitting.

“Fine. Squeeze me as hard as you need to, okay?”

You gulp down your anxiety nod, opting to replace it with your hunger from his dick as he positions himself. Reigen’s tip protrudes in between your legs; he takes his hand and starts adding pressure against your slit.

Your pussy can only take the very top of his penis before you begin to feel pain, worry bubbles in your stomach.

Almost on cue, Reigen can tell what the disturbed look you sport means, the uneven rises of your chest, and the squeezes you put on his hand.

“Breathe, pretty girl. I know you can do it.” Reigen orders.

His words cut into the pain, helping you recoup your senses as he presses on; the pain persists as you take his head, which was the thickest part of him. The pressure inside feels foreign, and the pain continues when your pussy swallows his shaft.

“You look so good taking me in. Keep going.”

His words make your pain subside when he pushes his whole cock inside you. After letting you adjust to his length, he looks into your eyes, asking if he can keep going.

“I can take it.” You repeat, blinking away the water that gathered under your waterline. You moan out, “please, Reigen.”

Reigen looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. “Good girl.” He whispers.

He’s three pumps in when you start panting like a dog, and your hand is still entwined with his as he squeezes.

“Open your mouth for me.” You instantly oblige to his request, opening your mouth with tongue hanging out.

His lips purse slightly before puckering, releasing a string of his saliva into your mouth; your eyes widen before taking the gracious liquid into your mouth, tasting it like it’s the last drops of water on Earth. You practically growl as you pull his body down to you.

“Feels good?”

He has his answer when you crash his mouth into a deep kiss, tongues exploring each other so hard that it’s scandalous. You moan out into the cavity of his mouth. “More,” you pant.

“That’s my girl.”

His arms tuck under your torso, his hands grip your shoulder caps, and he leans his head near the crook of your neck. Your thighs spread out more until his shaft has full access to your pussy.

He thrusts the way he’s been earlier, but with the position he has you in, plus the extra spread in your legs, his entire cock claps into your hole, earning a loud whimper out of you. Despite the volume and jolts your body takes from him, you can’t help but encourage him with the siren cry of your voice.

“That’s it. Let. it. out.” He grunts in your ear, immediately picking up a devil's pace. Your sopping wet pussy sloshes like thunder each time he thrusts, balls slapping against your ass. Your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice grip that he has a hard time reeling back each thrust of his sex into yours.

Reigen clicks his tongue.

“Tch, you’re making it hard for me not to pull out right now.”

You don’t think about anything else but the overwhelming sensation that has taken over any other feeling. You have no control over it, yet you feel no reason to stop it as it builds and builds.

“I… I feel funny.” You breathe out, clawing at his skin with your nails, you can’t stop yourself from the sensation.

“Ah, I know. I can feel it.”

“What is it? What do I-” Reigen kisses you again, and you let out an accidentally loud moan into his mouth as his lips take you.

“Follow it for me, pretty girl,” Reigen whispers. His hand darts down, assaulting the neglected bud at the apex of your pussy. Your mind goes blank as white-hot fire engulfs your core.

“Cum for me.”

The overwhelming sensation takes over your body like a train, rushing through every vein like electricity. Your hands latch onto his hair, roughly pulling at the soft locks and scratching down his back. A noise you’ve never heard from your throat rips out like a tidal wave, crashing and chipping away at any thought you could’ve had that didn't include him. Dear God, was this a delirious feeling.

Reigen’s voice didn’t carry to your ears when he talks you through it. The soft whispers of him, “I know, I know.” are lost from your waves of pleasure.

His dick and balls clap into you like thunder a few more times before quickly pulling out of you, groaning as he uses his hand for the rest. His seed gathers onto his fingers shortly after, dripping onto the top of your stomach as he leans over you.

Your eyes meet, gazing into each other’s eyes with bated breath, watching your faces once contorted, now relaxing to faces of bliss. After a moment, you get up to get some tissues across the room, leaving Reigen to wipe his cum off of the both of you.

“Fuck.” You moan out. “Please tell me it always feels like this.”

“It does now,” Reigen catches his breath, giving you a goofy smile and tossing the tissues aside. “It sure as hell does now.”

You giggle at him, and he ungracefully, dramatically flops to your side–in proper Reigen fashion.

“Well, I’m calling out tomorrow.” He whistles, absentmindedly sweeping his fingers on the skin of your stomach, still partially covered in his cum.

“It’s not like you’ll be hungover tomorrow morning.”

“You’re too dense for your own good. Look, when I have you in your own bed? I’m not letting you go anytime soon. I really need to reevaluate our business relationship when I leave this room.”

“I guess I’ll have to keep you here then,” you jest.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.”

#reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho reigen #audio fiction #reader insert #x reader

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maximoff-forevermore · 5 months

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thank you sm for the tag @healmydesires 💋🫶🫶

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i have SO much to say, but then again, i always do

i’ll start with my top five, and then do some honourable mentions because five fics is NOT a big enough list for me

1. Red Light by @kiwisbell

you may NEVER hear me stop talking about this fic. EVER. Red Light!Joel has taken up more headspace than anything else in a good long while, and i’ve reread this fic so many times if you asked me to rewrite it from memory i probably could, but i wouldn’t, because i’d never do it the justice kiwi did. this fic basically belongs to me, because no one can love it as much as me. i could go on and on, but there’s not enough time in the world.

2. The Dress Series by @janaispunk

can i let y’all in on a secret? i got the outrageous honour of talking to jana about the third part in this series, it’s like getting a shoutout from an artist winning a grammy, only better. this series restarted my obsession with dave, and i’ve had such brainrot about him since i started. LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL it’s so good, and the taylor titles GOD.

3. Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell

i had to be very careful, or else every fic on my top five list would be one of kiwi’s and people would think i’m biased (i am, just a little). so i only chose my two favourites, and this series was one of them. it brought so much light and life to the minutes i spent reading it, and i just had the best time!! javi my beloved, you have such a special place in my cold, dead heart, you wife-loving POOKIE!!

4. The In My Hometown Series by @swiftispunk

A SERIES INSPIRED BY ‘TIS THE DAMN SEASON *buries face into pillow and screams* ‘tis the damn season is one of my all time favourite songs, and it was done SUCH JUSTICE. this fic had just the right amount of everything, and i’m so grateful i got to read it!!

5. Punishment by @joelsgreys

OOOOOH HOT DAMN. there was something about this fic that made me drool, because hELLO JOEL MILLER?? gods that man is FINE AS FUCK, and this fic so perfectly captures that😫😫 i had the time of my fucking life reading it, and it was so SO worth every second. my next, pls joel🙏

those fics have such a special place in my heart, but so do many others, let’s go through them!!

Is It Over Now? by @planet-marz1 OH this one is my SHIT!!! angst is so delicious for twelve months of the year, and this one shot was me being FED. i loved every minute, and fuck joel, not in the horny way this time🙄

Sexfiles.mp3 by @beskarandblasters tim rockford, the grandma investigator, and love of my life WHERE have you been all this time?? this fic gave me that alligator-jiggling fever

the Seams series by @fuckyeahdindjarin MY BELOVED POOKIES!!!! i love lucy to the ends of the earth, and joel and pins have the CUTEST fucking relationship on the planet

A Lover’s Pinch series by @hier--soir pull me out of the dumpster and fuck me sideways GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO??? gods the sex is just so BXKANDIWNSKW clawing at my fucking WALLS!!!! i haven’t finished this series yet but when i do you may NEVER hear the fucking end of me🗣️🗣️

the Pretty Little Wife series by @beardedjoel OH MAMA, i need a fan because it is HOT AS HELL in here😫😫these fics give me such housewife-fever, i love them just a bit TOO much

Real Gods Require Blood, by @pr0ximamidnight you guys have no FUCKING idea how obsessed i am with this fic. the minute it’s possible to make fics into physical things, i will turn this fic into cocaine and snort it faster than you can scream “he’s evil!”, and even if you did scream it, i wouldn’t care, because WOW is he hot as hell

Feelings on Fire by @joelscruff CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE TALK ABOUT IT. CAN WE—im so obsessed. and i don’t mean that lightly. this series has CHANGED ME. i am moved. i am reborn. i am SOMETHING ELSE. i can’t get over this series i’m not sorry, it’s just so so SO good

and last, but definitely NOT least, Truth or Dare, ALSO by @joelscruff I’M SO UNWELL. I NEED HIM. I NEED THIS. I AM IN DIRE, DESPERATE NEED OF THIS FIC. it’s so so close to my heart, i actually physically cannot get over it. like, guys, GUYS. this fic is such a go-to of mine, and so close to my heart.

and that was my long, long, LONG list, but honestly, i’m not even halfway done. so many fics and so many fic writers have changed my life, and if i was less tired and had more energy to type, i’d list them all<3

all the love to every single fic writer out there, you are doing the most, and if you need someone to read something you’ve written or you think i’ll enjoy something, don’t hesitate to send it my way!!

tagging everyone who wants to participate!!!

as always, my obligatory taylor gifs:

#MY FAVES #i just love them all sm #my world

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mirkwoodmunson · 2 years

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bad day

eddie munson x f!y/n

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you thought you were getting over the anxiety, bad dreams, the panic attacks. but you find even just a bad day can let it all flood back.

contains: established relationship, soft!eddie, angst, vol2 spoilers/rewrite, living together tw: ptsd, flashbacks, cursing, anger struggle, trauma, anxiety/panic attacks, mental health struggle, pet names a/n: takes place not too long after the end of vol2, eddie is very much alive thanks to you but with significant impact to your mental well-being after what you went through to get him out. disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online.

You mutter, hot and spat, under your breath as you fumble with your purse and keys and a book you’d brought to work, a few papers you had to bring home with you ruffling in the breeze. Your stride is swift and hurried as you cross the parking lot to your junked up vehicle, but halfway to it the book slips from its cover and falls to the ground. Without something to hold the papers against they flutter and get pulled from your hand by a particularly mischievous gust of wind, carried away by it. The keyring clatters to the pavement as well, and you’re left stunned in place as your bag hangs off your wrist.

Something, vile, rises in your chest. Something very feral and very anxious, something you haven’t felt in a while now, as you suddenly feel like control is being taken away from you.

I just dropped some stuff… it’s fine… why am I getting so angry..??

A long, soft inhale as you close your eyes and count — that’s what Eds had said, right? — close your eyes and count till you feel it shrink.

You get to thirty and it only grows a little, and with an impatient growl you roll your eyes and stoop to pick up the book and keys. The papers, you decide, are a lost cause. You physically cannot bring yourself to walk all across the lot to collect them, instead walking right over a page on your continued way to the car. You open the door, throw everything into the passenger seat, and drop into the driver’s with a huff.

You start the car…

You, try, starting the car…

The car chugs and chugs, sputtering as you grip the keys with ferocity and turn the car on…

The car does not turn on.

You throw your head back and scream.

You just want to go home.

This morning hadn’t been so bad — you’d spilled some coffee, sure, maybe forgot to get the usual goodbye kiss from a sleeping Eddie before rushing out the door. You’d stubbed a toe and bumped into a door on your way in, of course you did, you were rushing and twenty minutes late.

Why am I getting so angry..??

You find yourself back inside your place of work, from which you had been desperately trying to flee the entire day. You find yourself asking for a ride home from, that coworker.

“What,” he begins, and you slowly close your eyes and sag a bit. “Don’t know how to start a car??” He smacks a surface and busts into laughter at his own poor joke, before giving you a look of ‘what’s your problem?’ when you just stand there with your eyes closed.

“Jeff,” you say very softly, eyes open again but lidded and tired and unemotional. “Can you give me a ride or not?”

“Awww, c’mon,” he chortles and leans in.

Oh. You want to hurt his face so badly.

“Let’s hear the magic woooord~!”

There’s a beat, and then, it happens! He's done it! You grin! You laugh and chuckle and nod and toss your head back in hearty laughter before bringing your forehead forward with mighty purpose, grinning maniacally as you connect it with his nose, with a crack with a pop with a sob and blood begins gushing from Jeff’s nose all down his shirt as he cries and cries and—

“Weeeeell??” He coos, still sporting that stupid fucking smile.

You’re lifted from your daydream and just stare at him a moment, weighing the options in your head, you stare at him and he starts to get a little confused with your silence, before you turn quick on your heel and throw up a little two-fingered ‘peace-out.’

“Nevermind,” you say flatly. “I’ll walk.”

And you walk. You could call someone, ask for a ride. But something in you seems to almost search for something new to be upset about, something you can let your frustration latch onto, for it to have a purpose.

It’s dark by the time you reach the trailer park, the streetlamps on and shedding their warm light over you as you breathe heavily and walk with fast steps, your things gathered in your arms from your car. You mutter and grumble and curse the whole way, pursing your lips as you speed up with purpose when you spot yours and Eddie’s trailer.

He must’ve been watching for you, because when you’re a few feet from the porch the door swings open and he rushes out, eyes wide and hands held up and open questioningly.

“There you are, wha— where’ve you been I’ve been calling your work and Nancy’s and—“

“Eds — please — don’t touch me right now,” are your first words to him, breathless, as you hold up hands as well, but they’re defensive and stop him in his tracks before he can come any closer. You avoid looking up, seeing his reaction to what you say, as you breeze past him and simply drop everything onto the counter in the kitchen inside. You clutch the edge of the surface and straighten your arms, leaning on them as you catch your breath from the long walk.

When you ask him not to touch you Eddie immediately goes quiet and lowers his hands a bit, watches you leave a foot of space between the two of you as you swerve around him and inside. He is anything but hurt, instead concern striking something in his heart as he turns and watches you for a second, closing the door slowly, quietly, behind him, as you try to settle and collect yourself. He can see you tremble, even though you hadn’t noticed it he could see the flyaway hairs practically vibrating even with the door closed and no airflow. The way your clothes seemed to buzz on you, following your arms down to the white-knuckle grip you had on the counter where your very muscles seemed to be unable to drop that strained tension.

“y/n?” He says very softly, tilting his head a little.

You let your head drop, hair falling around your face.

“Eddie. I just had a bad day. It’s fine,” your voice is flat and cool enough to make him shiver a little.

He’d seen you shut down before, it wasn’t anything new to him, but it had always been for good reason. And, the last reason had been… well. It had been more than reasonable at the time, but now it had him incredibly worried and confused.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d said that to him either, asking him not to touch you. He couldn’t drop that bit, couldn’t stop hearing it in his head. The way you’d said it the first time. Curled into yourself and backed against the wall, watching with weeping eyes, while he was grinning in his hospital bed trying to beckon you closer.

“y/n it’s okay, I’m okay — please just… Please come he—“

“Please, don’t touch me right now,” you’d managed to whimper out, brows knitting tighter and more tears falling as it visibly made him stutter a bit, hand hesitating in the air wanting to reach further for you but faltering at your request. He withdrew it back into his lap but kept watching you, grin since faded and replaced with that look he had now, in the trailer — that broken-hearted concern.

Eddie rubs the back of his neck as he keeps watching you in the kitchen, trying to physically remove those thoughts from his mind, trying not to crowd you but wanting to be near so he could make sure you were okay. He wanted to obey your request but he also wanted — so badly — to take those few steps to you and pull you tight into his arms.

“y/n,” he says again, still softly, but trying to get you to look at him, to look up, to let him see where it hurt so he could make it better, even though he knew there wasn’t much that would help right now.

“y/n, c’mon… please, talk to me,” he keeps his voice so gentle and level and it makes your shoulders slump a little.

When you don’t react he takes a step forward, “baby, please…” still no reaction, so he steps forward again, just outside the kitchen now. He could reach out and hold your hand, but he knows it won’t help unless you want him to.

“I’m- I’m here. You can talk to me. Just…” Eddie’s voice cracks a little, “just, please. Please don’t shut me out again…”

Your whole body is shivering, trembling as you keep your grounding death grip on the counter.

You feel like you’re back there again. Back in the upside down. You can't stop or block the whirlwind that carries your mind miles and miles away.

It’s so vivid it chokes you. You can feel it. You can feel the burning ferocity of your effort as you drag Eddie’s limp body back to the upside down version of Wayne’s trailer, back to the mini gate, Dustin wailing as he tries but can’t, tries so so hard to help but he’s sobbing desperately and it makes you so so deeply angry that he’s already mourning Eddie. Your throat is raw from screaming but you keep screaming anyway,

“DUSTIN PLEASE!!! PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!” You don’t cry, you can’t, but you scream and wail and shriek with the effort of it.

You feel powerless.

You have no control.

Your boyfriend is bleeding out and there’s nothing you can do about it but scream and pull.

Something feral and anxious in your chest.

Why am I getting so angry..??

Eddie has to physically pull you from yourself, pull you from that dark room in your head, ground and tether you to reality as he finally grabs your wrists with the tenderest of touches, pulls carefully, gently on your hands till they are removed from the counter.

“Hey hey hey hey,” he says quickly, anxiously. Why is he breathing so fast.

His big brown eyes are right in front of yours so they’re the only things you need to focus on, they’re wide — why are they so wide — and skipping between yours, searching in you to find the rest of your mind and bring it forth from where it dwelled in the depths.

“Okay, okay, slow deep-deep breaths. Deep in, 2 - 3 - 4, deep out 2 - 3 - 4 , just like that. In, 2 - 3 - 4, and out 2 - 3 - 4...”

As you attempt to follow his instructions you realize, it’s so hard to take a breath right now, you realize you’re shivering so hard your teeth chatter, you realize your throat is a little raw and you realize you have to keep blinking to see past the tears as you cry and cry and cry. You realize you’ve been screaming and Eddie is panicking trying to calm you down because he knows. He knows what just played in your head, he knows you’re not okay, and he knows that you had a very bad day today. He knows you need help, whether you ask for it or not.

“C’mon, y/n, you gotta breathe, baby, just breathe. Look at me, sweetheart, yeah? Look at me,” he lets go of your wrists and maneuvers you, lifts you up as you weep to sit you on the countertop, bringing you more to his eye-level. You feel distant from your body and your mouth feels weird, like your teeth are vibrating.

Eddie holds your shoulders and physically mimics steady breathing, slowly lifting them up and then lowering to encourage your breathing further, trying to help you find that pattern, that routine.

In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4 . In, 2 - 3 - 4, out 2 - 3 - 4.

Eddie nods quickly as you start to find it, start focusing on him more, sees you coming to.

“Good girl, there you go. There you go... It’s alright... You’re okay, y/n, you’re okay... It’s alright... I got you... I promise... I got you, it’s alright... I’m here. I promise; I’m here...” He whispers his praises and reassurance, breathing with you, thumbs stroking your arms gently to keep you grounded and present and looking at him. Your eyes are hooded and dim, endlessly a waterfall of tears, but they manage to stay focused on his — bright and shining and acting as your beacon out of that dark, dark room.

When your sounds have settled to gentle heaves, stuttering breaths as you continue to weep quietly, Eddie pets damp hair away from your cheeks, forehead, looking you over and pampering you, wiping droplets from your jaw and chin and using the bottom of his shirt to softly, carefully pat away the damp streaks on your flushed cheeks. He keeps talking to you all the while, and his voice — his voice is what you latch onto. You feel the rumble of it, the tone easing your frayed nerves and settling that white-hot feeling, that idea, that you had no control.

You had control, Eddie made sure you did, looking at you every time he moved to see if you’d protest.

You were home, you were safe, you had Eddie. You were in control of yourself. You just had a bad day. It would be okay.

When you feel like you’re finally pieced back together, albeit still fragile, you just sink. Your muscles give out and you sink into Eddie who readily gathers you up in his arms and just holds you for a little bit. You’re still sat on the counter, with Eddie stood between your knees, curled into his chest as he wraps arms around you and rests his nose in your hair. He holds you there and closes his eyes, still murmuring to you and reassuring you — he was here, he was whole, he had you, it would be okay. He wasn’t going anywhere. You were both alive and breathing.

“Eds,” you squeak out, barely audible.

“Mm?”

“…thank you.”

He kisses your hair, your temple, and then lifts you up into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck and hide your face there too, letting him carry you to bed.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #mine

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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Chapter 4

While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Relevant tags: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Smut (not for a few chapters still), Canon-Typical Violence

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!

Read the full fic so far on AO3

Read previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3

Chapter 4 summary: The Batch are so bad at being under the radar. They learn more about the mysterious woman; Crosshair doesn't trust her.

“Don’t go to sleep, burk’yc.” Crosshair could see the woman nodding off any time he left her with a few moments of silence. She blinked her eyes open again and refilled her mug with more hot water.

“You’re not exactly the most fascinating conversationalist,” she remarked. She eyed his rifle, which he was methodically cleaning and breaking down, his post-mission ritual. “You’re not a bad shot. I saw the trooper helmets when you were done with them. Guess that’s where you get the name. Bullseye, was it?”

“It’s Crosshair. And I’m better than not bad,” he scoffed testily.

“I suppose that’s why you waited until after I was shot to step in. Or maybe you’re just scared of the Empire.” Her voice was neutral, but she had played her hand too obviously; she was goading him, probing for information just like he was.

He reined himself in and went on the offensive. “I wonder,” he purred, “if your hair’s that color everywhere.”

Crosshair expected steel, fury, maybe a flush coming over her cheeks. Instead, she ran her fingers through her locks disinterestedly, picking out the leaves he had noticed before. Both ears, he observed as her hair was smoothed out of the way, were pierced from top to bottom with a series of small silver rings. “It didn’t used to be. Last few years haven’t been the gentlest for the galaxy, have they?” She nodded at the closely cropped gray hairs that coated his own head, growing back patchily around the burn scar at his temple. “What’s your excuse, grandpa?”

“Genetic enhancement,” he replied cryptically.

“Guess that explains the big guy.” She gestured to Wrecker, who was dead-lifting Gonky at the other end of the ship, before offering her beverage to Crosshair. “It’s supposed to be a communal practice,” she explained in response to his raised eyebrow. He made no motion to take it, eliciting a shrug from her. “That’s alright. I always drink it alone anyway.”

“What? No one likes sharing with you?”

“My life seems like it’s a lot less…communal…than yours.” She glanced vaguely around the ship, which was littered with evidence of their co-habitation. “I suppose mercenaries run in packs.”

“We’re not mercenaries,” Hunter interrupted, rejoining them. He had always taken issue with that term. “We’re clone troopers.”

Crosshair prickled a little. He would never understand why the others had been so difficult to track down during his time with the Empire. Hunter didn’t seem to get the finer points of staying off the radar, since he took the opportunity to expose who they were to the first pretty face they came across.

“Haven’t seen a lot of clone troopers that look like you all.” The woman offered Hunter the mug; sniffing curiously, he took a sip.

“It’s good. Thank you,” he said. Crosshair could tell what Hunter was doing. Where the sniper was rigid, aloof, difficult, the sergeant could be considerate, relatable, diplomatic. He thinks he can break you down this way. But he’ll only get a more amenable version of you, the marksman thought. The woman’s face did appear to soften as his brother continued. “We’re a bit different from the rest of them. But with the Republic gone, none of us are soldiers anymore. Gotta find ways to make ends meet.”

The woman seemed to be opening up. Crosshair didn’t trust a minute of it. “Yeah, I know all about that. It’s hard to get by these days.” She turned to Hunter with a small smile. “I’m Dara.”

“Dara.” He smiled back at her. “Any reason we should be worried that the Empire might come looking for you, Dara?”

She shook her head. “The shuttle really was… well, not exactly a misunderstanding. I just panicked. I’ve been traveling. I was staying in a village on Takodana when the Empire began rounding up all the villagers—I have no idea why. I hid and tried to make a break for my ship, but some troopers spotted me. The shuttle was closest. I managed to take off but it took a hit before I entered hyperspace, and that was just where I ended up when my systems started failing.”

Hunter looked thoughtful. “Well, they probably won’t come after you. But I wouldn’t risk going back to Takodana. You likely won’t be getting your ship back.”

He was already heading back to his bunk when Dara spoke up again. “Thank you. I mean it. All of you.” She shot grateful looks at Tech and Crosshair in particular. “I’m lucky you found me when you did.” She was treated with another smile from Hunter as he left. Tech looked rather pleased with himself.

Crosshair leaned toward her, drinking in her beatific expression as he looked into her eyes. “Liar,” he hissed. Even as her expression remained largely impassive, her eyes glinted and nostrils flared ever-so-slightly, hinting at the snarl she was just barely containing. There, he though, leaning back satisfactorily. The knife’s edge of her self-control. That was a start.

#bad batch #clone force 99 #star wars #the bad batch #clone wars fanfiction #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #clone trooper tech

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Head Cannon.

Okay, so it’s been years since i’ve done one of these, but i’m hoping for the best. It’s going to go in a specific order.

- Head Cannon Background

- Head Cannon

- Short Story featuring head cannon

I definitely want to do more of these as I really wanna get back into writing and the COD brain rot is BAD right now. So lemme know if there’s any Head Cannons for other COD characters and I’ll write something up🫡🤍

(Also I haven’t used Tumblr in a hot minute so i apologize if its formatted weird, and for any typos, i have long nails right now and Auto Correct can’t save us all)

I’ve got the feeling that Ghost/Simon smokes cheap cigarettes. Like after everything that happened to him in his younger years he picked it up and at the time all he could afford were some Lucky Strikes from the convenience store down the way.

So hear me out… Simon always smells like cigarettes. It mixes well the smell of gunpowder and sweat that lingers on his skin. The smell makes him recognizable, it makes him stick out from his teammates. Also feel like he definitely keeps a pack in the breast pocket of his uniform or in one of the pockets of his pants.

You get off work after a long day, You find yourself sitting in your closest local bar. Martini glass pressed between your fingers. The bar is loud, and packed, not surprising considering it’s a friday night. You stick out like a sore thumb, pencil skirt from work and blazer that does you no justice. The bar only gets louder when a group of men walk in, they’re large, and they stand out. Not one particularly catches your eye untill you see the bigger guy in the back, ushering them into the bar. He’s tall, his facial features obscured by a black balaclava that only allows for you to see his eyes which see directly through you. You face back towards your half-empty martini glass the olive looking lonely at the bottom. As your eyes burn holes into the wood bar top your senses are flooded with a smell, a smell that brings you relief from the smell of beer, and other liquors that are being poured and thrown back by college kids and young adults looking to get the edge off. It smells of charcoal, gunpowder and the pungent smell of cigarettes. You tilt your head to the side trying to get a look at who it could be when your eyes lock with the man’s from before, his balaclava pulled up to his nose as he takes a sip from a rocks glasses filled with whisky. Your eyes burn into his and you can’t help but stare. You’re intrigued, dangerously so, and little do you know, he is as well.

#cod modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost #call of duty #cod mw2 #barking #its been so long #why am i like this #headcanon #i need him #so badly #tehee :3

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mangoshorthand · 2 months

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it was a random hookup with a family friend. we haven’t really spoken since so i don’t have the option of talking through with him. but it’s nice to know that this is just a common bodily thing and not me. so thank you.

Ah, that is difficult and probably contributed to the way you're feeling. There isn't enough of a level of intimate comfort to have built reassurance that it's really not you. Despite this however, I do promise it's not you. He's probably feeling embarrassed too.

And yes, honestly, it is just a physiological quirk. Sometimes there are reasons behind it (e.g. whiskey dick, lifestyle issues etc) but at other times it's just random and it's never to do with not being into their partner. You can pretty much guarantee, if he's trying to stuff it into you, he wants to. 😉

This has got me thinking about how Five would act in this situation if you're interested. So I present to you and the amassed pervs of Tumblr, something I never thought I'd write about:

Five Hargreeves in: The Curious Case of the Disappearing Erection

I can imagine him getting past 30 in the younger body and then noticing the lack of solid iron boners and the return of whiskey dick after he's had a drink.

He's like: "Ah shit, this again?"

He can scent it coming in the air. The return of phantom boner-failure is on the horizon.

Flashbacks to roughly 25 years in which he'd have to stop sex to try and rub some life into his dick, like he's hoping if he rubs it right a kindly genie will pop out and grant him the wish of a dick that cooperates.

It didn't happen often, but it happened enough to be familiar. He probably never realised it was normal, (there weren't exactly other men to talk to unti he was in his 50s).

I think there are few men who don't personify their dicks to some extent, and Five is no different. I can see him having sex with this girl he really wants and loves (you, if you want to imagine it as such), and then, lo and behold, his dick starts to nope out.

'Don't you dare,' he'd mentally warn his waning penis, 'we've been looking forward to this, asshole!'

But alas, his penis would pay no heed.

No matter how valiantly Five tried, no matter that you look so hot he's had trouble keeping his dick in his pants all afternoon, it has, in fact, chosen this moment to give up the ghost.

So he stops and eats pussy. He loves eating pussy so if anything's going to get him back up, it's that, and he may as well give you some pleasure with his mouth given that he's failing elsewhere.

But now he's so in his own head that maintaining even a partial boner is impossible, let alone allowing him to get into the pussy-eating.

By this point you've noticed something's up and you ask him what's wrong.

He tries to shrug it off and make you come, but you're persistent.

Eventually he says: "I got a problem down here."

Once you realise what he means, you try to tease some life into it, but he's self conscious by this point so it's a self-defeating exercise.

Eventually you give up, but you can sense his embarrassment so you're like: "don't worry, we can try again later."

(You're also feeling pretty self conscious and insecure yourself but you don't want to let on and make him feel worse).

You come to hold each other and stsy silent for a few minutes. Five's irrationally angry with himself and you're trying to talk yourself out of feeling like it's your fault.

Eventually, Five apologises. You can barely tell him he has nothing to apologise for before he's launched into a rant:

"All day I've been half hard looking at you, and now my dick gives up? You've been walking around in those tight pants and bending over and driving me crazy only for me to fuck it up now?"

You hug him harder, both because of the unfair self-blame and because he's unconsciously put your fears to rest.

With some more reassurance, he starts to see the humor in the situation, and then he grumbles off to make you both a coffee.

By the time he's back in bed with a cup of his favourite drug, he's talking about how later on he'll fuck you so silly that you'll forget all about this.

#number 5 imagine #erectile problems #five hargreeves smut #...well attempted smut at least

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daddyashtons · 2 months

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Old 5SOS tumblr fandom artist here~

If any of y’all still like/reblog/post 5SOS stuff please give this a like or send me an ask so I can follow you! I haven’t been active on this account in a hot minute and I’d like to change that ;o;

#I’ll be liking/following from my main p-seudopunk #so don’t be alarmed if you see that name pup up lol #check out my ‘doodly’ tag if you wanna see some of my old art #hopefully maybe I’ll start making more #I don’t wanna make any promises yet tho 💖#Claire speaks #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin

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Just curious but how do you feel about Donald? As a kid I thought he was fine, but now looking at tumblr posts and an old tiktok, he seems awful.

Love your blog btw. So much Lab Rats!!

First of all, thank you! And I haven’t posted on here in a hot minute, I’ve been very busy with college work.

Short answer, I quite hate him. Long answer: I think he was doing what he thought was best for the Rats but the way he treated them was absolutely awful. Feeding them like literal rats (pellets being dropped on them) and treating them like animals rather than human beings was completely unnecessary. I understand keeping them in the basement, what else would you think of doing with illegal bionic superhuman children? But again, he shouldn’t have kept them so isolated. He could have at least let them come upstairs and let them eat like real people. And the way he lets Adam literally abuse Chase without repercussions is disgusting. I don’t blame Adam for this but Donald should have stopped it years and years ago. There’s normal sibling bickering and fighting and then there’s literal abuse. I also think that after the Rats were allowed out of the basement, they would have been allowed to be normal teenagers rather than still kept under lock and key. I hope this explains it! This was written in a rush so please feel free to ask anything else you’re curious about :)

#lab rats #chase davenport #adam davenport #bree davenport #leo dooley #donald davenport

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I just ate ass and I don’t know who to talk to about it, everyone I would normally talk to about something like this would feel betrayed. My best friend just got back into town, and I was literally by a park less than a minute from her apartment in the backseat of my sneaky-links truck eating his ass, and I could’ve spent the time with her. I’ve starting dating someone kind of and we always tell each other about our days before bed, but I’m afraid they’ll be upset I hooked up with someone even though they’ve been on other dates since we met, and they said I was their friend while we were talking on the phone. And I definitely can’t tell my mother because she thinks I’m an Angel who’d never indulge in such filthy acts. The only outlet I have is my Tumblr which I recently redownloaded, and I know that my followers are at least slightly interested in my sex life.

It was really great. As far as ass eating goes, it wasn’t my most thorough job, but it was so good nonetheless. While writing this right now I can smell the scent of his must on my face and I’m feeling euphoric. We were both in a slight rush, and I was honestly surprised he said yes because I’d never really eaten his ass before. But today I think he was desperate to nut, and knew that I really wanted to eat his ass because I’d made it known previously.

It was almost a wattpad scenario, we haven’t linked in over a month and he told me when we first met today that he hadn’t really came since then because he hadn’t been jerking off, or hooking up with anyone else, so he was ready to bust, and then when I started to suck his dick at first he said, “sorry if it’s musty I was moving furniture.” Which he wasn’t really that musty, he just likes to be clean when we meet up. I told him I didn’t mind, obviously, and then I started sucking his dick. As I was sucking his dick I slid my hand under his ass, which was pressed on the leather seats of his truck and had left some moisture on the seat from sweat. I joked about it, and said something about eating his ass which led to him saying, “I don’t know the last time I shit,” which I responded, “is it disgusting if I say I don’t care.”

At this point I was dismissing the idea and felt awkward and gross and he said, “I don’t care, I’m down.” He then promptly shifted his body back so his ass was exposed to me and told me to eat. I got excited, obviously, and then somewhat bashfully asked him to get on his knees so I could eat it better. I prefer when someone is on all fours because it really lets you spread their cheeks and get in there. I then went to town. It’s been months since I’ve eaten ass and I’ve been craving it. His ass was pretty great too, unlike his dick which wasn’t really that musty, his ass was dank. I could smell it before even putting my face in. It was luckily clean but his must was so strong and honestly making me feral. His ass is also hairy, like really hairy, so it was really satisfying getting deep into the smooth skin of his hole. He obviously enjoyed it as well because I’m a fucking samurai when it comes to shoving my tongue in someone’s ass. He kept grabbing my head and pushing me deeper in, and moaning. He then flipped over and made me finish sucking him off which didn’t take long because my ass eating skills had him edging.

I will say I wish I could’ve spent longer in there. Normally when I eat ass, it’s a full face exercise, I rub my chin up and down the crack I wedge my nose in their hole, I like to get in there, but today we were rushing and he was extra horny so I really only got to work my tongue. Not to mention normally when I eat ass even if it’s musty beforehand, by the end all you can smell is spit, or nothing, but today I left that ass musty as hell. Which is so hot!

I’d also like to add, that I don’t think I’ve ever eaten such a muscular ass, like it was harder to suck on and bite and spread because it was so big and firm which is kind of crazy.

Also ig I’m back

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