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r/AmItheAsshole

u/bwckennedy77 ・ 15h

AITA for having sexual relations with a girl that looks like my daughter?

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(tags - daddy daughter incest, facial, oral sex, some coercion, bad writing bc i’m tired and can’t execute the idea properly, be nice and don’t look at any mistakes!! leon small dick ik but he’s big for my sake here.)

Hi Reddit! New to this thing, first post got taken down, I can’t imagine why. Now, to cut to the chase, my wife left me this year a little after our daughter (20) moved out. Our marriage (M47, F46) had been strained for a couple years prior so I understand why she ended things. I’m stretched thin with an intensive job that requires me to be away for days and weeks at a time. I thought she would get it considering it is related to the military/government, but I guess all those missed birthdays really got to her! I have no qualms with this and totally understand her reasoning haha.

I don’t get the time to go on dates because of work like I said before and I really don’t have the energy to go on them anyway. I have a bit of a drinking problem if I’m completely honest which is where my actual story starts I guess.

I was at a bar and I don’t usually attempt to pick up girls but sometimes they come onto me I don’t think I have the worst face in the world, some call it easy on the eyes. Long story short this girl comes up to me she’s pretty young, I don’t usually go for younger girls. I mean I don’t go for any girls at all because I was married up until recently obviously haha, but I’m not one to say no so I took her back to my place.

Chick got super freaked out and started getting her things when I bent her over in the bedroom. Thought it was just reality hitting her or some shit. She was calling me a creep and she left as my daughter let herself in, she’s back in town and only just arrived at that moment.

They looked at each other and it hit me. They looked the same. That chick saw the photo I have of my daughter on the cabinet and flipped. The chick leaves and my daughter gets super mad at me starts calling me names and she went up to her room and she won’t speak to me now. Didn’t think that it was that big of a deal you know? Don’t really know what I did wrong since it wasn’t intentional or anything but with the way she’s acting I just feel like a dick so AITA?

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Killer_RedQueen79 ・ 14h・ Supreme Court Just-Ass [124]

I hope to fucking god this is not you Leon.

bwckennedy77 OP・ 11h

I don’t know any Leon’s sorry

DuckieUnderWater ・ 13h ・ Partassipant [2]

Dude why the whole fucking life story. Title alone was enough for me to know that YTA and a fucking creep.

bwckennedy77 OP ・ 2h

I think you’re all taking this out of context! I didn’t want her because she looks like my daughter, I’m just easy!

NeonGenesis738 ・ 12h ・Asshole Enthusiast [6]

first post got taken down, I can’t imagine why

I could name a few fucking reasons why you sick fuck. YTA. She should call the cops and go non contact.

bwckennedy77 OP ・ 5h

I am a super cop buddy! Very high rank!!!

NeonGenesis738 ・ 2h ・Asshole Enthusiast [6]

Of course you fucking are

YTA, YTA, YTA, YTA, YTA.

Leon scoffs, reading glasses slipping down the slant of his nose as he squints at his screen. He is not the fucking asshole here. No one is. You’re just a bit of a drama queen. Just like your ma, but you haven’t quite reached the levels of hysteria that Leon has managed in his day to day life.

Man, there’s never a clean slate. Just more and more shit piled on top of shit and more shit—Enough to break the ozone layer or whatever it is that’s going on in this little world. The other problems that he can’t save it from.

It has been two meandering days since you’ve talked to him, you move like a ghoul in the night to avoid a one on one Family Meeting that Leon has been itching to suggest. Reddit, as Claire suggested - not for this occasion, but for when he generally needs a variety of opinions - is unhelpful. Reddit is a crowd that wields its pitchforks at anything that passes by.

Like, seriously, it’s not like Leon picked her out of the crowd, he didn’t sit there waiting for her to show up—Well, he did let down the shortstack that approached him first, and the blonde with the hollow face, and the dude who bought him a drink. They just didn’t tickle his fancy and that’s alright. Can’t help having a type, and to clarify that type is not his daughter.

Divorce is tough, alright? Leon’s always looking for a friendly face, hers probably came with all those memories of you attached and he subconsciously picked her out. Fuckin’ made him release endorphins or some shit. And she was cute. Because you’re cute. Not in a weird way, just subjectively, you’re a cute girl with a nice body you can owe to him. Christ, it all sounds so wrong when he puts it into perspective, but that was never his intention.

He fucked his wife whenever he could get it up, he fucked her for a long fucking time for a number of years. Leon wouldn’t fuck a woman he finds ugly, he found her pretty hot, actually, and it just so happens that you look like your ma. So, you’re a good-looking kid—Not in a weird way. Never in a weird way.

That’s how it works, isn’t it? Kids look like their parents and parents can admire that and it doesn’t mean they want to fuck them.

But that girl was—She was hot, god damn it. He had her tits in his hands, squeezing them so tight she squealed, pushing them up and down, slapping them left and right, fat spilling past the gaps in his fingers. And so what if Leon thought that they looked like yours.

Maybe he thought about that time at the beach, when your string bikini did exactly what good string bikinis do - come undone.

(He had lowered his sunglasses and looked right at you.)

Maybe about that time you needed a towel and Leon took a peek at your body through the steamed glass when he tossed one over the shower door.

(“My eyes are closed, sweetheart!” He had promised while staring at you very open-eyed.)

Or when he sent you off to bed with a smack on the ass ‘cause he just wasn’t thinking too hard, Leon hardly ever thinks at all. He played it off as sportsmanship or whatever. Game got him amped up.

(You look like your mom from behind, he couldn’t help himself, it was an impulse—It was only natural.)

Leon has the bright idea to pass the time by watching porn, because honestly he’s been pent up since it happened. First time his dick kicked in weeks and she walked out on him all ‘cause she looked a little like his daughter. Weak. Freud never mentioned anything about this—Not that Leon knows much about that guy, nothing at all actually, but from what he’s heard, no dads crushing on daughters have ever been mentioned. Or maybe he's got reading to do.

Porn is usually a quick and easy fix. It is for everybody. Not Leon though, he’s gotta search hard for shit he likes, it’s not on the front page and it takes him forever to find one that’s suitable. Some of ‘em have too much dick, some of the positions just look painful, some of these clits aren’t being touched, and some of these girls are just plain ugly.

Then he finds one, she’s real cute, that’s all. Nothing is familiar about her eyes and nose and lips and body and hair. Not the way she smiles over her shoulder at him. Nothing at all.

He falls asleep with the tab open and a hand down his pants.

To avoid detection, you creep around the house when it’s lights out. Dad wakes up easily, military training and whatnot. So you’ve gotten used to this, sneaking leftovers from the fridge past midnight, watching the TV on silent, squinting to read the subtitles.

He didn’t mean it. You think. You hope. Leon is so… So harmless. Your dad is sweet and a little stupid, he’s kind and clueless and all of the things most dads are. He buys you an abundance of apples when you tell him you like apples, he throws out the oranges when you tell him you don’t like them ‘cause they make your hands smell funny. He stands on the porch watching the clouds, he sleeps alone in his king sized bed and hugs his pillow tight. He keeps his wedding ring on his bedside cabinet next to a picture of you

But that was weird. Seriously, you thought he put a mirror in the hall for a minute. Or that you were in some strange dreamscape. Or in a coma. Or all of the above.

You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he just brushed you off like it meant nothing. Like that girl wasn’t your long lost twin, a sister he and your mom put up for adoption twenty years ago. So, yeah, you got a little pissy at him. ‘Cause it’s nothing to act nonchalant about.

Okay, and what if this is a little bit of a projection.

You got mad at him, real mad, ‘cause maybe you were a little jealous and maybe you like knowing that your dad is single and not fucking—Maybe you think about that time you went to the sauna together, all that sweat, beading along the firm lines of his abdomen, dripping down and down and down and melting into the fabric of his white towel. Maybe you wanted to see what was under there. Maybe you mix up the laundry on purpose, make it so he can’t find a nice shirt to wear and he gives up and does without one all together.

Maybe you do all those things. Maybe you don’t want to be a bad person, and the guilt outweighs your desires.

Or maybe you are just a very regular girl behaving in very regular ways to the sight of your dad fucking your lookalike. Maybe it’s that. God, please be that.

You wander into his room with a very dire problem. There’s a spider in the shower, and maybe you're ready for that Family Meeting now.

He’s sleeping, the blue light of his laptop casts a glow on his face, head tipped back, lips parted as he snores loudly. You almost don’t catch it. Then, when you go to shake him awake gently, you take a good look at his screen and find the weight of the world is not enough to support the wave of anger that rips through you, a tsunami tearing a nation in half.

No fucking way. No fucking way. No fucking way!

He’s watching porn, whatever, he can do that. Your dad is a grown man, and while you don’t exactly want to know about his tastes, you sorta had him figured out. The kind of man who watches corny studio porn with unwet pussy and dicks so big they shouldn’t be allowed within 10 feet of a vagina.

The girl on the screen—She looks like you. Albeit a little plastic in the way most professional pornstars are. Too-firm tits, filler migrating into the space above her lips, it hurts for her to smile and—Well, none of this fucking matters because she looks like you and your dad is watching her take two dicks in one hole.

And wow. She’s taking them well. Really… Really well. This isn’t so bad, you salute his taste a little more—Oh, wow, that guy is kind of… You recognise him, something about his face is familiar.

You press rewind.

It starts cheesy and devolves into something cheesier. It starts dirty and it ends with a dick in her pussy and one in her mouth, they might end up meeting in the middle, kiss tips in her guts.

It’s the loud one—The one that says all the dirty shit and spits in her mouth and slaps her tits and knocks her around—He looks like dad.

Mainly from the side, the straight edge of his nose, the way his eyes crease when he smiles down at her all mean.

(You skip anytime he faces the camera head on.)

“You’re really enjoying that, huh?”

“Jesus Christ—“ You jolt and knock your head against the headboard. “Dad!”

“Baby!”

“You scared me,” you say, elbowing him in the gut as he sits up, “I wasn’t—Why’re you watching this?”

“What? I can’t watch porn in my room now?” Leon pauses the video, he’s not upset, amused but not upset.

“No—I mean you can, do whatever you want, but why is it… She looks like…” You wave your hand at the screen like it’s a hologram and it’ll go if you wave it away. It’ll flicker if you stare at it long and hard enough.

“Like what, sweetheart?” He drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulls you into his chest as you stammer like a fucking idiot. “Go on, you’re a big girl.”

“Let go of me,” you tell him weakly, a shoddy attempt at sounding horrified. Like you should when you’re caught watching porn—Your dad’s porn nonetheless.

“No, that’s not what it is, baby, answer my question.” He holds you in place, hand running up and down your side, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip. “Who does she look like?”

“Like… Like no one.”

“No, I don’t think that’s right, c’mon, I’ll give you one more chance, baby.” Leon’s fingers are cool on your skin, slipping under the hem of your shirt and settling on your waist. “Who does she look like?”

You turn your head, but he catches your chin and forces you to stare at the screen, right into her face—Your face. “Like me…”

“See, baby?” He kisses your forehead like he has a million times before. “Knew you could do it, my good girl,” he says like he does after you ace your tests, when you learnt how to ride a bike, and now he’ll say it while you learn to work his dick. “And who does he look like?”

“…Like you, dad.”

“Well done, baby,” he coos, kissing your jaw, “you’re so smart, aren’t you, baby?”

“Stop it—“ Your body catches alight when his hands slide upwards, taking your tits into his hands and squeezing so tight they might pop. “Stop it, dad—I don’t…”

What if, and this is a big what if, what if you get pregnant and the punnett square is one-by-one—It’s a punnet rectangle at that point.

What if your mom finds out?

What if you like it?

That’s the worst part of it all - you will like it.

You’ve wanted this—You can’t even keep up the lie anymore. You’ve wanted him for so long you couldn’t hold back a smile at court, when they signed those papers and when mom moved out you kept smiling. Fuck. What is wrong with you?

“You liked that didn’t you?” Dad says in your ear, his breath is hot and he smells like soap and sweat. His stubble tickles your skin when he presses a wet kiss to your neck. “Bet it got your little pussy all wet.”

“No it didn’t.” You try to level yourself, taking a shuddering breath when his hand dips past your navel to toy with the bow that lines the middle of your waistband.

“Okay, prove it.”

“How am I meant to prove that, dad?” You click your tongue, lay the annoyance act on thick, but make no attempt to leave.

“You gotta show me, baby.” He flicks your forehead with his free hand, the other cups your mound. “Can feel you already.”

“Then I guess I don’t need to show you,” you breathe out, placing your trembling hand on the arm that’s wrapped around you while his fingers run up and down your clothed slit.

“Nah, think I need to know for sure.” Leon’s teeth nip at your ear lobe, tugging lightly as he pulls your panties taut to your cunt, a makeshift g-string, caught between your pussy lips. “So fat, baby, whatcha been feeding her?” Your dick. Your dick. God, please, feed it your dick. He pinches your cunt, pushing your lips together and your clit throbs so hard you think it might burst.

“Dad,” you gasp, back going ramrod straight as the fabric rubs up against your swollen clit. “Don’t say that—So weird, you’re so weird, actual fucking weirdo.”

“Look at you.” His shirt slips from your shoulder as you rut your hips up, his grip on the waistband tightens, bunches up even further, pushing against your clit so hard it might split in half. “Dirty little girl, why you doin’ that?” You feel dad’s smile on your neck.

“‘Cause…” You grab at his arm, pushing your face into his bicep to muffle an embarrassing whine and it’s so fucking big. Muscle cushioned by a layer of fat, when you dig your fingers into it, his skin dimples.

“‘Cause..?” Leon taps your clit, lets go of your panties to let your pussy breathe. “I’m waiting, baby.”

“Feels good, dad,” you whimper, hanging your head in shame, pressing your nose into the crease of his elbow as he slides your panties to the side.

“I know, baby, you can’t help yourself, can you?” Dad drags a finger along your slippery slit, pussy clicking wetly when he dips a finger inside your tight hole. “Think daddy spoiled you too much.”

“Not… Not true…” You stifle another noise into his bicep, suckling on his skin to taste it.

After this is all said and done, you might have to leave and never look back. You might have to emancipate yourself so you can marry him, take back your last name and pretend it was never yours to begin with.

Slowly, Leon rubs figure eights into your twitching clit, you grind into him, ears burning at the squelch of your drippy cunt—He isn’t even in your hole, he’s just playing with your clit and you’re making a mess, pussy all sloppy and noisy.

When you cum, it’s a gradual burn that washes over you like waves lapping at your ankles. Your toes curl and there’s a strangled noise in your throat as your pussy drips slick into the cupped palm of his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Leon coos, “that’s what you needed, hm?”

You rock your hips into his hand as your high melts away, leaving half-guilt and half-regret and a wet pussy that’s perfect for fucking.

Dad lays you down, he still keeps mom’s perfume, he still sprays it on the bed sheets. It's the first thing you smell when your head hits the pillow with a soft thump. This is the bed you were made in, it’s the bed you slept in on sick days and nights when thunder was particularly loud. It’s the bed you slept in when dad was away and you and mom only had each for warmth.

What are you doing?

Well, you’re lifting your hips in the air so dad can take your panties off. Then you’re spreading your legs as far as they go so he gets a clear view of your pussy, glistening under the dimmed bulb, slick coating your puffy lips and drying on your inner thighs.

His sweats are lowered, cock springing up and smacking his abdomen, the tip drips and drizzles him in honey. Oh, god—It’s like big? You didn’t expect that, actually. You’d like to say you haven’t thought of it all, but you have and you do often.

“Think you can take it, baby?” Leon asks, tapping the fat head on your bud. Heart to heart, tip to clit. “Or does daddy need to eat your pussy?”

“I can take it, dad…” You nod, giving an earnest nod of your head and sizing up his cock, doing some mental mathematics as you try to calculate how many inches deep your pussy is and how big that fucking dick is. Although… You want his mouth on you—But that cock is more important right now.

“Atta girl.” He never pushes it in. You ache and shiver with each drag of his cock along your pussy, it bumps your clit and your whole body jolts.

For a moment, your mind and body disconnect, you’re watching a terribly taboo porn video and taking gross amounts of pleasure in it—Living out your fantasy through the bodies of others because it’s the closest you’ll ever get. But this is very much real and it is very much wrong.

When dad slides in, the fat head of his dick breaching your walls, the second he bottoms out, your pussy forces him back out as you cum for a second time, fucking gushing from the weight of his dick bumping into your cervix.

“Oh, baby, is it too much for you?” Sweetly, Leon presses a kiss between your tits as your chest heaves. “Is your pussy too little, daddy can try again another day, sweetheart.” He’s winding you up.

“Noo—Dad, please, ‘m want it so bad, please,” you beg incoherently, cunt dripping with your release.

“Okay, baby,” he abides, pressing the tip to your hole and pushing into you inch by inch. Being torn in half has never felt so good. “Only ‘cause I love you, my spoiled girl, huh?”

“Oh, fuck,” you sob, fat tears catching on your lower lashes as he stretches you out, “dad—daddy!”

“I know, baby, daddy’s right here,” Leon hums, he lowers his face to press into your tits, taking a peaked nipple into his mouth and popping off to suck on the other. Then he fucking motorboats you. Because of course he does.

You cry out, pushing at his head. “That’s so embarrassing, dad!” You manage to tell him through each of his mean thrusts, poking at your cervix like he’s trying to fuck your guts.

“‘S not, baby, dad just thinks your tits are real cute.” He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulls until you squeal, smacking a fist against his chest.

Each drag of his dick inside of you is like—Gosh, you don’t know, it’s like heaven on earth or whatever the best feeling in this godforsaken place is. The smell of dew in the morning, a can of soda with a burger, the scent of cinnamon apple candles during Christmas time. It’s his dick rabbiting into your pussy with enough force to fuel a fucking rocket ship.

The schlick of your pussy goes unheard as his balls slap against your ass, and you dig your nails into his to push him deeper, it’s so fucking soft—Why is his ass so soft?

“So little, baby.” Dad pouts down at you, one big hand on your tit and the other cups your cheek. “Daddy can’t even fit inside.”

You squeeze down on him, and your greedy cunt sucks his dick in to the best of your abilities, but there’s still an inch or two that you can’t possibly fit. The base of his cock is coated in a milky white ring, it drips down his balls and—God, you’re about to cum again. His thumb finds your clit, and thank god it does. You cum so hard you see stars and all of Saturn’s moons.

“Aw, baby, you needed that.” Dad continues to hump into your cunt, his furrowed brow and the puff of his breath on your face is almost too much for you to handle. “My baby, always mouthin’ off at me, you just needed some dick, didn’t you? Jus’ needed dad to play with this spoiled little cunt, hm?”

“Mhm…” You nod because what else are you meant to do? Say no? The man is right.

He pulls out and you whine, pussy gripping him so tight Leon groans as hm the head pops out with a lewd, wet sound. “C’mere, baby, come on.” He urges you to sit up, so you do, using your elbows to push up as you’re met face to face with his fat cock.

Leon smears the tip on your lips, and you swear to god you’d finish off a cute lip combo with his pre. You take the head into your mouth and suck on it, it’s velvety under your tongue, you wrap a hand around his shaft to make up for what you can’t suck. It’s uncut on the fat, skin folding and creasing each time you pump him, peeking out from underneath the hood so you can tongue his slit. He tastes like your pussy and something muskier.

He groans all deep and nice and smooth, low in his throat, makes your pussy tingle. You jerk his wet cock off, mouthing along the base of his cock until you suck on his sac, slurping and smacking like you oughta do for a dick like this. His balls plap, plap, plap against your hand and they tighten before he cums, thick sticky seed spilling from the tip like the slow trickle of honey. It paints your face white, dribbling down your cheeks and chin to stain your tits.

“Put those cute glasses on next time, baby.” Leon kisses your mouth, licking into it and tasting his salty cum. “The ones you wear to class.”

Dazed, guilty and giddy all at once, you look up at him with a frown. “Why?”

“‘Cause I wanna cum on them, stupid.” He flicks your forehead again, sends you out of his room with a hard smack on the ass.

“Wait, dad!” You hold onto him before Leon makes you leave.

“Hm?” He strokes your head as you pout up at him, softening so easily. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“There’s a spider in the shower, can you get rid of it?”

“No,” he scoffs, “get outta here, ‘s all you use me for.”

“Dad!” You whine, latching onto him, “daddy, please, it’s so big! Please, we can… We can do it together, um, shower together not—not kill the spider together.”

Leon grumbles the entire time, he squashes it with a tissue and flushes it down the toilet, but any qualms are washed away by the hot water and your plush tits pressing to his chest as you stand facing him.

You could get used to this. You shouldn’t, but you will.

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u/bwckennedy77 ・ 1m

AITA for fucking my daughter?

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: love 2 hate me

synopsis. oh, how you hated the ares’ daughter so bad, you wish you could never see her again. though, it seems as you encounter her more and more, you begin to see her in a different light. pairing. clarisse la rue x hades daughter!reader genre. fluff wc. 4k+ in queue. bags by clairo, hydrangea love by tomorrow x together, but not kiss by faye webster, && snooze by sza . . . 💿 notes. 💬 lowercase intended, maybeee ooc clarisse idk, and reader is close friends w percy

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there are around 170,000 words in the english language, yet you were unable to string any of them together to express how much you wished you could never see clarisse la rue ever again. you wished you could just hit her with a chair, and hopefully splitting her head open. there was never once a moment where she was not difficult.

everything clarisse could do, you could do better—well, that was what you thought at least.

of course, you despised her, and she despised you.

clarisse, most of the time, enjoyed the competition and the rush she received whenever you and her were contended against each other. she even liked the look on your face every time you lost to her and the pride that'd engulf her.

that unbearable grin, along with her vicious, boisterous laugh she'd hold every time you lost to her. often, your facial expression garnered a snicker from her, one that replayed over and over again in your poor head.

there was barely a chance you'd ever have to work with clarisse, let alone have to talk to her, you thought. however, you were proven wrong, very wrong.

"can you stop speakin' just for one minute? you're giving me a headache, gosh," you'd groan, gradually losing focus on the primary task. rolling your eyes, you'd shoot a sharp glare at the ares' daughter, your face not indicating any kind of amusement.

she'd scoff, taking a step closer to you, her eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips. her gaze, piercing and intense as ever, bored into yours. it was as if her gaze was a magnetic force, luring you in.

for a moment, it'd seem you'd see clarisse in a different light. as much as you hated to admit it, she was attractive. her eyes held a devilish stare that you could get lost in.

clarisse seemed like some sort of corrupted angel, almost supernaturally beautiful, and she was unnervingly unforgettable.

the task you were once immersed in, was now long forgotten as you'd roll your eyes once again. cursing her over and over again inside your head, you'd try to bring your attention back to the task. who knew you would be paired up with clarisse, the absolute bane of your existence?

"you don't have to pretend you hate me so much, sweetheart," clarisse drawled, her eyes just as stunning as she was, "c'mon, just admit it," a sharp, vicious chuckle escaped her. what irked you most wasn't clarisse herself, no—it was her knowledge of you. it was like she knew you were never one to back down from a challenge, more so, if it meant you'd beat clarisse la rue.

clarisse, who you have barely ever started a "regular," friendly conversation with, somehow managed to wring out every drop of patience inside you. "gods, you're just as weak as i thought you were, y/n," she'd tease, flashing a faint, sleazy grin at you, and in contrast to her grin, you'd scowl at her gestures.

sighing, you'd try to avoid clarisse's actions, your eyes flickering to the fields, far from the two of you. as you looked out afar, noticing a figure who seemed to be a guy, clarisse would speak up, snapping you out of your trance, "stop lookin' at that guy, and pay attention, jeez," she'd murmur. her voice was distinct from the rest of the times she spoke to you—she sounded vulnerable, weak even.

"what, you jealous, la rue?" you'd retaliate, now having that same grin clarisse once wore. you'd snicker, clearly amused by the girl's gestures.

you'd notice clarisse's eyes widen, just for a small moment, as if she had something to hide. she'd quickly become defensive, snickering, "what would i even be jealous of? the amount of times you've lost to me? yeah, for sure," clarisse would argue.

just nodding at her defensiveness, you'd dismiss the situation—maybe you were just reading into things too much. though, her shift in demeanor was drastic. nonetheless, you'd just ignore it.

there was an unexplainable feeling clarisse experienced as she stared at your figure, her gaze deep. as much as she thought you were infuriating, you were irresistible, even for her. she knew as much as you were different from the rest—never backing down from a challenge when it involved her— she won't think about you at all, she wouldn't allow herself too.

as you two trailed down the fields, you'd pull clarisse to a spot crowded with flowers. "get me a few flowers," you'd murmur blandly, crouching down to admire the rows of hydrangeas. your eye would glisten at the sight of the prosperous, radiant petals.

clarisse scoffed at your demanding tone, "flowers?" she questions, eyebrows furrowed and knitted together. "never thought you out of all people liked flowers."

the nerve of this girl, you thought, your face morphing into one of judgement, "what do you even know about me, la rue?" you'd tut, watching the ends of clarisse's mouth quirking up, forming a gleaming grin—one you wish you could just get rid of and never see again.

her gaze would fixate on the flowers, and, she'd huff, begrudgingly crouching down besides you. her face was excruciatingly close to yours, inching closer by the second. her sinfully intoxicating aura encases you, "calm down, jeez, sweetheart," the nickname rolled off of her tongue smoothly.

your palms push against her chest, eyes darting everywhere but clarisse's unbearable grin, "just get me the damn flowers," you'd mutter, stepping back as you realized the proximity between you two. she'd chuckle softly at your embarrassed state, shifting her focus back to the flowers.

as you observed them silently, so did clarisse, her gaze never leaving the hydrangeas. clarisse would bring her hands to a selection of hydrangeas that were about to bloom, and trying to be as tender as she could, she'd pluck them.

clarisse would shove the flowers into your arms, rolling her eyes, "happy now?" she'd question as she looked in your eyes for any signs of content—not that she wanted your validation in the first place.

you'd let out a giggle, beaming an animated smile, gazing at the hydrangeas adoringly, "very much so."

"you ever gonna pay me back?" clarisse would question, wiping the dirt off of her hands, and stuffing them into her pockets.

there it was again, a moment where clarisse was somehow unable to shut up.

"already askin' me on a second date? how romantic, la rue," you'd bite back, rolling your eyes.

clarisse would swivel her body towards yours, "oh, don't be so conceited," she'd remark. you'd mumble a curse under your breath, getting up from the ground, and quickening your step.

as soon as you were out of view from the ares' daughter, the expression on your face loosens, now holding a smile you fought back when you were with clarisse. how could clarisse, out of all people, make you smile and feel as if a weight shifted off of your chest?

that awfully interesting girl sure made your heart tremble at just the thought of her.

"next week, same time," clarisse would shout from afar at your disappearing figure, a wide grin plastered on her face. it felt like a whole new sensation for her; to want to see you again, and even more, even though you've just left.

while at the dinner pavilion, you'd converse with percy, dissolving into giggles and laughter. you'd take a bite out of your meal every once in a while, too immersed in percy's stories.

whenever you hung out with percy, it felt like a breeze; you two were able to connect with each other, and understand each other while both being forbidden children. he acted like a little brother to you, and you didn't mind at all.

afar, a not-so-exhiliterated girl stared into the oblivion, her jaw clenched—that girl was clarisse, of course. just the sight of you and percy together made her mouth run dry.

leaning against a pillar, clarisse would roll her eyes at the two of you. she wished she wouldn't have to listen to you and percy laughing loudly. clarisse would cross her arms, a few of her siblings besides her chatting about who-knows-what.

there was no way you were laughing at percy's jokes, clarisse thought. she didn't think he was that funny, so why were you practically hyperventilating as you laughed at his jokes?

soon, one of her siblings would notice, "what's got you so upset? you can't even stand y/n, let alone talk to her."

"because they're so fuckin' loud—she was laughing so loudly, i mean what could he have said that made her clutch her sides like that!" clarisse would blurt out, her eyes narrowing as she'd try to catch a better glimpse of you and percy.

as you got up, going to get a refill of water, you'd pass by a solemn, stoic clarisse. she'd stare at you in silence, almost as if the world only revolved around the two of you. her eyes were hooded, scanning your facial expression for any indications.

just as you were about to round the corner, the daughter of ares' would obstruct the pathway, her arms crossed and her thumbs pointing upward.

"get out of my way, la rue," you'd mutter, sending a glare at clarisse.

a chuckle would escape from clarisse, as if everything was a game to her. "calm down, pretty girl, no need to be so cruel," she'd remark, her grin wide.

you'd stare at clarisse for a moment before looking away, pressing your lips together. "don't bullshit with me, clarisse," you'd retort, your tone as sharp as ever.

clarisse's eyes were etched on your lips, a broad, lingering smile on her face. "relax, i was just gonna ask if you're still up for this week." she'd chuckle, noticing your tense demeanor. "i would've already told you if i wasn't going, so move out of my way," you'd grumble, rolling your eyes at clarisse's infuriating gestures. it was like clarisse was always besides you in some way, annoying you just for the fun of it.

with clarisse's eyes sparking with amusement and the corners of her mouth curling upward, she'd glide effortlessly out of your way but not before patting your shoulder, squeezing it just a bit.

by far, clarisse was one of the most aggravating person you knew.

"sooo… what are you doin'?" clarisse's irritating, yet captivating voice rang through your ears. your eyes would follow her as she'd plop herself smugly besides you on the bench.

your gaze would be fixed upon the lake, barely noticing clarisse besides you despite the warmth you felt while besides the girl. as you spoke up, it was barely audible, "just lookin' at the lake, la rue." as much as you wanted to scoff at clarisse currently, you couldn't.

she'd nod, her eyes accompanied with a warm and understanding gaze—one you were stunned by. nevertheless, you'd flash an awkward, crooked smile at the girl. the silence between the two of you was new. usually, either you or clarisse would start up banter, arguing with each other left and right, no matter what; it was like your guys' dynamic.

clarisse would inch closer to you, making you hyper aware of every little movement she made. the closer she was to you, the more it was difficult for you to conceal your nervousness.

how could you be this nervous with a girl you're supposed to despise? it made no sense for you to be nervous, as you did despise clarisse, but there was something that always lured you back to the daughter of ares'—something unexplainable.

you could almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when clarisse turned her head, meeting your gaze. her eyes locked onto yours, and her focus shifted.

her eyes would subtly trace contours of your lips with an unspoken curiosity. the proximity between the two of you created a magnetic pull, drawing the both of you in.

the faint hovering of her fingers on your knuckles only caused you to shift in your seat. knowing if you leaned forward, you two would be entangled in each other, so you'd try your best to refrain from doing so. your mouth ran dry just from the sight of clarisse this close up.

as soon as you heard a scream from afar, you'd snap out of your trance, your hands flapping up to push clarisse gently enough to make sure it didn't look like you two were entangled with each other.

it'd take you a few minutes to settle down, as your breath was heavy. you'd ignore the way clarisse would complain about being shoved "harshly" for no apparent reason, despite the fact you were gentle with her.

you'd frantically mumble an incoherent excuse, suddenly getting up, and sprinting away from the girl, leaving clarisse with a dumbfounded expression. as soon as you reached your cabin, you'd plop onto your bed, rubbing your temples.

as you sank into the mattress, your mind would instantly be swarmed with thoughts about clarisse and the previous encounter. you'd grunt, wishing you weren't like this—wishing you didn't have to think about the frustrating, yet glorious girl.

with a distant gaze, you'd stare at the ceiling, lost in contemplation with a subtle smile on your lips. a soft sigh escaped from you, and you'd glance over at the hydrangeas, the very same ones clarisse handed you.

as your eyelids grew heavy, the quietness of the night enveloped you. the tension in your body gradually melted away, as the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest signaled your peaceful slumber.

the next few days pass, and you couldn't help but feel pity for clarisse. every time you'd look her way, it'd seem as if she was sulking. as much as you wanted to tease her, you just couldn't bring yourself to.

inevitably, you'd just avoid clarisse, trying to give her space. and as you avoided her, the curly-haired girl avoided you as well.

today was no difference. you'd be training with percy, reveling in the jokes the boy would crack up in between breaths.

sure, you enjoyed his company, especially on days like these, but nothing could fill in the clarisse-shaped hole in your heart. nevertheless, you'd feel somewhat a weight shift off your chest as you practiced with percy.

once the two of you were breathing heavily, hyperventilating, and barely able to move, you both would lay on the ground, paying no attention to the sounds of swords clashing from afar.

as you looked around the crowd of campers, only one camper caught your eye, and it was clarisse, of course.

clarisse was a sight—even when she was fuming, she was drop-dead gorgeous. from her dark eyes to her brawny form, her beauty emitted resilience and allure.

no matter what facial expression she wore, it'd seem as if you were drawn to all her features. you’d say her beauty and determination was what left an inevitable impression on you, but you knew there was much more than that; after all, clarisse was practically the girl of your dreams, but you couldn’t admit that—not when you both held the relationship of supposedly hating each other.

staring into the oblivion, your eyes were practically beaming with infatuation for the daughter of ares'. percy would nudge you playfully, snapping you out of reality, as he spoke up, "y'know, you could just talk to her, right? i mean, i know she's not the best person to be around, but i'm sure you'll be alright," his tone as optimistic as ever.

you'd scoff, "what would i even say?"

in response, percy would just shrug, "go with the flow or something." and with a huff, you'd take percy's suggestion, heading on over to where clarisse and her siblings practiced at.

you'd stuff your hands into the pockets of your jacket, slowly taking steps to clarisse's direction. each step carried reluctancy, and you'd glance at the ground, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze.

approaching clarisse, her back would be turnt towards you, and just like anyone who had a death wish, you'd tap on her shoulder lightly. she'd snap her head to you, her breath ragged.

"what do you want?" clarisse would mutter, her voice not as dry as she wished it were. rather than it coming out as a demand, it'd come out as a vulnerable mumble—one clarisse wished she could dispose of herself.

you'd take a step back from the curly-haired girl, giving her some space. "just… wanted to talk," you'd mumble as you watched clarisse's face contort into a faint smile. though, as she realized she was smiling, she'd immediately wear a dull, stoic expression.

"then talk," the daughter of ares' grumbled, her arms crossed against her chest.

"just… wanted to say sorry for the other day, clarisse." you'd mumble, glancing at the ground, as you waited for clarisse to speak up, or at least nod, she'd look at you, her expression dumbfounded.

clarisse would raise an eyebrow, as if she was suspicious you were playing a cruel trick on her, "you're really apologizing to me?"

"what else does it look like, la rue?” you'd mumble, rubbing your temples. even when you felt sympathy for the girl, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her skepticism.

as much as clarisse wanted to be mad at you, wanting to just shove you out of the way, just like how she did with percy, she just couldn't. it was like everything was different with you; everything with you was like a breeze, even if she constantly teased you.

"so you really are apologizing to me," clarisse would inch closer to you, her lips tightening into a thin, unwavering line. her gaze would bore down, almost as if to challenge you.

for a few seconds, all you could hear was the deafening, unbearable silence that followed.

"i guess i forgive you," clarisse would mutter nonchalantly, though her attempt to be nonchalant was shattered by the subtle grin she held and the twinkle in her eyes.

glancing up at clarisse, your eyes would widen in sheer disbelief. clarisse, the same one who was short-tempered, forgave you and didn't hold a grudge against you. speechless, all you could do was close the distance between the two of you, pulling clarisse into a heartfelt embrace.

with warmth radiating off the embrace, clarisse would huff, wrapping her arms around your waist. her gaze would soften at the sight of you burying your head against her chest, almost as if you were eager to hug the curly-haired girl.

breaking the silence, clarisse would speak up, "never thought i'd be huggin' you," she'd chuckle. you'd roll your eyes, grumbling against her chest, "never thought so either."

despite clarisse knowing she should let you go, she doesn't; instead, she holds you tighter by the waist, as if you were gonna escape out of her grasp. she savors the moment, uncertain whether or not you two would return to the bickering the next day.

lifting your head up, you'd notice the way clarisse's eyes glimmered with warmth and compassion. gradually, you two would let go of each other. clarisse would rub your sides, her touch tender-like. your cheeks would heat up at her warm touch, and you'd beam a gentle smile at her.

the fact you were meant to hate the curly-haired girl was long forgotten, and now, all you could think about was how tender she was towards you.

realizing evening was soon approaching, clarisse would whisper, "it's getting late. maybe i could walk you back to your cabin, y'know—just for safety."

you'd raise an eyebrow at the girl wanting to walk you back for "safety," knowing she just wanted to walk with you to talk to you more. however, you'd nod, a quiet chuckle escaping your throat.

clarisse would flash a sly smile at you as the two of you walked side by side together. as the both of you were met by the door of your cabin, you'd plant a chaste, quick kiss onto clarisse's cheek. you'd enter your cabin, leaving the daughter of ares' flustered, yet love-struck.

as the sunlight filtered through your windows, you'd wake up with a groan, groggily sitting up. by the time you were barely awake, your ears would ring at the sound of knocking against your window. you'd groan again, wishing you could have a moment of silence till you saw clarisse through your window.

from your view, all you could see was clarisse clutching something you couldn't depict in her arms. as you'd slide your window open, you'd be greeted by the daughter of ares standing firmly in front of you. you'd groan, rubbing your throbbing head. even tired, you couldn't help but giggle at the sleazy grin clarisse wore.

as you scanned clarisse's figure, your gaze would be on the bouquet of flowers the girl held in her arms. "had good dreams, pretty girl?" clarisse drawled, as she climbed into your bed. noticing your sleepy figure, she'd ruffle your hair.

you'd nudge clarisse's shoulder playfully, grabbing the arrangement of flowers from her. as you admired the different kinds of flowers wrapped, clarisse would await your reaction; she was unsure if you loved them, or if you were disgusted. the daughter of ares' hoped it was the former, her eyes scanning your facial expression.

you'd release the bouquet of flowers, and suddenly wrapping your arms around the curly-haired girl's neck, the distance between the two of you barely an inch. "never thought you'd be the type to give flowers," you'd whisper, a throaty chuckle escaping from you.

clarisse would push forward, pulling you in closer. your noses were now touching, and all you could think about was clarisse's beauty. her fingers would caress your waist, rubbing your sides.

as you close the gap between her lips and yours, pure ecstasy ran through clarisse's veins. your lips would be smooth, falling apart at the brush of clarisse' lips, welcoming her as her fingers grasped your hips. it's like heaven on earth, and clarisse wished she could have you by her side every second of the day. she wished only she could have the privilege to kiss you whenever she wanted.

clarisse never expected the two of you to be together, and she doesn't even know how it happened. she never expected this to be more than what she thought it was—merely a game, and a way to bother you every day, but here she was, barely able to keep her hands off of you.

pulling away, you'd feel clarisse's hot breath hitting your lips. the daughter of ares would cock her head to the side, her lips slightly downward as she groaned, "c'mon, sweetheart, just another kiss."

you'd roll your eyes before planting a kiss onto clarisse's cheek. giggling at her antics, you'd mumble against her neck, "so, is it safe to say you're my girlfriend now?"

a low, throaty chuckle escaped clarisse's lips, carrying a hint of amusement. her laughter would leave you confused. to you, her chuckle was a soft melody. "you're really gonna ask me that after we've just kissed?" clarisse would raise an eyebrow.

"shut up," you'd lament, your palms placed flat against her chest. her eyes were etched on your lips, as she suppressed a cocky grin at the way your eyes dimmed at the sight of her façade.

clarisse pulled you closer again, giving you nothing but teasing glances for you to initiate the kiss. indulging in the curly-haired girl's antics, you'd softly press a kiss onto her lips. "can't believe you're this clingy," you'd tease, flashing a grin at the girl. again and again, you'd press kisses onto her lips, and each time, clarisse would savor the moment.

you couldn't help but let out soft giggles at the simple, utterly ironic thought of the daughter of ares tempting you like a sinner but treating you like an angel.

the effect she had on you was everlasting, just like how it was when you two first met. and to be able to kiss you whenever, was a dream clarisse finally fulfilled.

tell the truth, i look better under you

i can't lose when i'm with you

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue fluff #dior goodjohn #pjo tv show #pjo series

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agentstarkid · 9 months

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daniel ricciardo x latina!reader (social media au)

warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language, mentions of sexual acts, internet meanies, fluff, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of mental health, girlie speaks spanish so there are things in spanish, tba.

:: opinions, thoughts and feedback are greatly appreciated!

updated once a month!

✦ part one ─── Serendipity

─── Enchanted to meet you ✦ bonus

─── My thoughts will echo your name ✦ bonus

✦ part two ─── Rohayhu

✦ part three ─── Redamancy

✦ part four ─── Szívem

✦ part five ─── Kalopsia

✦ part six ─── Saudade

─── Forever is the sweetest con ✦ bonus

more to come...

─── FIORELLA AMATO

Fio, Ella

Born in 1996

Puerto Rican 🇵🇷

Y/N's Personal Assistant

Best Friend

─── VITTORIA SOUSA

Vitto, Tori

Born 1997

Brazilian 🇧🇷

Dancer, Model

Best Friend

Izabele's mom

─── DANNA SCHWARZ

Dannita, Danni, D-Schwizzy

Born 1996

American 🇺🇸

Creative Manager at a marketing agency

Best Friend

💬 The Queen's radio :: includes thoughts, opinions, etc about the series

🔍 SEARCH: Y/N L/N's social media profiles

🔍 SEARCH: Y/N L/N and Daniel Ricciardo's relationship timeline

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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Hello! I’ve been reading your stuff for almost a year now, and idk if your taking requests rn but do you think I could get headcannons of yan!Sal being your best friend and what that would consist of? If your able to of course. Also I love all of your work! I always come back to read it!

Aw yeah, gotta love some platonic yan~ 💖

Sal as your Yandere Best Friend (forever and ever and ever)-

[CW: Yandere, obsessive behavior, borderline stalking, self-sacrifice, emotional manipulation]

>Sal is extremely sociable and gets attached to people quickly. He’s likely to be the one to introduce himself to you and invites you to hang out with him and his other friends almost immediately. Once you guys click, you go from casual acquaintances to ride-or-die overnight. You’re pretty much stuck with him after that (he doesn’t take friendship lightly!) 🤝💙

>Constantly wants to hang around you, even if you’re not doing anything in particular, invites you along to pretty much everything, and shows up at your place unannounced for impromptu bro time. He just really enjoys your company! Because he's constantly asking what you're doing when he's not there, he knows your schedule and where you are pretty much at all times. He would feel very left out if you mention that you did something fun or important without him. (He covers it up well, ‘Oh, I’m glad you had fun! That sounds awesome, I’ll have to try that out/ go there sometime…’ but you can tell by his mood change that he’s upset about not being included 😞)

>Incredibly generous, always willing to do favors for you without expecting more than a ‘thank you’ in return, and is happy to go out of his way to help or please you. He will literally give you the shirt off his back, if it seems like you’re in need of it. After all, what are friends for? (He of course has his limitations, but you’d have to make some pretty preposterous requests for him to deny you something.) 🙇‍♂️

>Wants to do everything that you do. Take the same classes, join the same clubs, have the same hobbies, listen to the same music, and live in the same house as you, if he can manage it... He wants to appreciate what you’re all about, really get to know you on an intimate level and know who you are at your core. Doing all the same things is a great way to do that and an excellent way to spend more time with you, especially if he can get you to teach him a new skill or you both learn something new together. 🎨📸📚

>Very physically affectionate. He’s always down for a hug and likes to stay within close proximity (almost zero personal bubble, unless you make it very clear you need some space, which he will do his best to respect). He’s not keen on strangers getting to close to either of you, but you guys might as well be conjoined at the hip. 🤗

>Is quick to be your scapegoat and come to your defense. He’s great at lying and coming up with excuses to get the both of you out of trouble (or just get what you want), will always politely yet firmly speak up when you’re slighted, and he never lets anybody get away with being a jerk to you. Sal can be absolutely scathing when the situation calls for it! Assholes get roasted on the spot if they dare to mess with his BFF. (Be aware: He can take a punch, but he’s not much of a fighter, despite his willingness to get into physical danger for you. Don’t let things get too heated or you’ll have to help patch him up later.) 🩹

>Texts you often and at all times of the day because of his insomnia. If something reminds him of you, you’ll know about it. 💬

>Highly sentimental. He keeps receipts, tickets, photos, and other small mementos from the times you’ve hung out together and talks about those memories with a deep, rose-colored fondness. 🎫💭

>Always wants you to talk about your feelings (sometimes to the point of prying), loves it when you tell him your secrets, and plays therapist for you all the time. He delights in lending an ear when you want to vent and when he gets you to spill all those juicy personal details, especially the ones you haven’t really told anybody else about before. Letting him know those things about you means that you trust him enough to be vulnerable and that you two have a really strong bond. He’ll always be there for you, no matter what! ♾💙

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face #sally face imagine #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #love sick sally #tw yandere #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #tw emotional manipulation #platonic yandere #yandere sal fisher #thank you for the kind words! Glad you like my content and I hope you enjoy these hcs~ 🥰

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byeuijoo · 6 months

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the wave and the boats 𐀔 byun euijoo

💬 in which ... you quit your job because of your boss's bad behavior, but his son won't let you go.

genre : angst, fluff ⋆ warnings : mistreatment at work, ej's dad & brother are such assholes, swearing, mention of drowning ⋆ word count : 1,5k ⋆ author's note : kinda obsessed with outer banks lately so i just.. had to write something inspired by it :D

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀part one | part two | part three

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for as long as you can remember, your peaceful little island has been divided into two camps : the rich in the north, the poor in the south. but despite the clear discrimination between the two social classes, we've always lived in harmony. or at least, through the eyes of naive adults who think that differences are non-existent. to help your brother pay the rent on the house left by your parents, as well as the groceries you need to survive, you've managed to find a job that's quite well paid by some rich people from the north — the byun family — which simply consists of cleaning and ensuring the smooth running of a luxury boat.

but if everything went perfectly well in the beginning, the family father's inappropriate behavior had caused you to lose your temper.

« what did he tell you, y/n? » asked your brother, his way of speaking as poisonous as snake venom. an umpteenth sigh left your lips, as you discarded your work sweater, tossing it into the garbage can, « does it really matter? i don't want to go there anymore anyway. » you explained, finally facing your brother and crossing your arms against your chest.

« of course it matters, » he declared, a bitter laugh leaving his lips as he raised his arm to point to the north of the island, « i'm not going to let those northern dogs mistreat my little sister. »

raising an eyebrow while scoffing, rolling your eyes, you laid a hand on nicholas' shoulder. « nico, this family is one of the most popular on the island, they know a lot of people. they'd make mincemeat of you, » a heavy sigh of frustration escaped your brother's lips, his jaw clenched as he cracked his knuckles in nervousness, « i've already lost dad, i can't risk losing you too. »

nicholas knew you were right, but he couldn't help feeling all that rage at the thought of dirty hands on you without your consent. he knew you didn't need any help defending yourself, and that you'd already reacted to this mistreatment, but he couldn't help wanting to beat the shit out of this pigs. « i'm fine, i swear. » you say, a smile finally appearing on your lips. but this one disappeared very quickly when you saw the expression on nicholas' face change completely, his eyes riveted outward, behind you.

« what's this asshole doing here? » he declared, jostling you as he rushed out the door, followed closely by you. stepping into the garden, you came face to face with nicholas, ready to punch one of byun's sons in the face. « you've got a lot of nerve showing your face here after what your father did to my sister.. » anyone would have panicked at nicholas' murderous stare, but euijoo simply raised his hands in the air, his gaze juggling between your face and that of your brother. « y/n i'm sorry, i just wanted to make sure you were okay. »

the softness of his voice made you smile, but nicholas' hand violently pushing the boy's shoulder made you roll your eyes again. « get lost byun, we don't want you here. » — jumping over the two or three steps to the porch of your house, you approached the two boys from behind, with your back to euijoo, facing nicholas, arms crossed against your chest and an authoritative look on your face. « yah, do i look like a damsel in distress? » you asked him, holding his gaze without difficulty. your older brother looked up at the boy behind you who was patiently waiting to be able to talk to you, before meeting your gaze again and sighing, « y/n, he's one of them. »

you nodded positively, understanding that he was simply trying to protect you and make sure you were safe. but you knew ej, and you knew for a fact that he was incapable of hurting you. « nico, i got this, i promise. » you end up assuring your big brother, who didn't miss the opportunity to send a death glare at the rich boy behind you, before walking back to your house without another word.

sighing with relief, having saved the other boy from a definite black eye, you swiveled around to face the brunet, who was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes. « what are you doing here, ej? » you asked, sliding your arms behind your back to maintain an upright position while fixing his eyes with yours. his pretty brown eyes. « i heard my father yelling at you, saw the whole scene and ran here right after you left, » he explained, his arms uncoiling along his torso, hesitating to touch your cheek with his fingertips, « i wanted to see how you were doing and apologize. »

« you don't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault. you didn't do anything wrong. » you explained, gently, tenderly, your gaze never leaving his. euijoo was undoubtedly the reason you lasted so long : he had always been kind, thoughtful and gentle towards you. he always wanted to take care of you, he often kept you company, and he even managed to get you a pay rise — but you guess the poor really aren't destined to mix with the rich. « that's not true, » he continued, his gaze changing, lowering his head and playing nervously with his long and pretty fingers, « i think my dad must have seen you coming out of my room when i asked you to come, » euijoo bit his lower lip as he spoke again, « he must have seen you and got upset, it's all my fault and i'm so fucking sorry.. »

« eh.. » you say softly, sliding one of your hands around his wrist so that your fingertips caress the inside of his hand, « what is done, is done, okay? » tilting your head to one side, you finally planted your eyes in his, with at your lips a smile that caused his heart to miss a beat, « plus, i came to your room of my own free will, it was my decision. »

euijoo has always had a crush on you, for as long as he can remember, there's always been something about your smile that made his heart skip a beat. you have a hard life, a lot of things to deal with that a person your age shouldn't have to worry about, but you always manage to keep a bright smile on your face and an unshakeable good mood. he fell in love with the twinkle in your eyes in the starlight and the softness of your hands clinging to his skin, he cherished every moment he spent on the boat with you, away from prying eyes and sharp tongues. until the day he finally dared to invite you up to his room to show you his treasures, which you were so curious to know more about. but it seems that every shard of happiness is always cracked by his family.

« ej, » you say suddenly, finally slipping your hand softly completely into his, « you are in no way responsible for the actions of your family, i assure you. »

he really didn't know how you could remain so calm and understanding after what his father and brother had tried to do to you. he was angry at the whole world for still trying to make you suffer like that, when all you do is help out and be nice to everyone. you deserved nothing more than absolute happiness and assured protection, and he swore to do everything in his power to offer you this. « i don't know what's keeping me from kissing you right now. » he declared boldly, eliciting a chuckle from you as you glanced towards your house, « my brother maybe? »

euijoo raised his eyes to look behind you, meeting the cold gaze of nicholas who continued to observe you both with a stern look. a sigh left your lips as you lowered your gaze, suddenly staring at your shoes. « you know.. your family is like a boat, and i'm the wave. and what do boats do to waves? » euijoo watched you silently, trying to predict your next words so as to know what to say next, but to no avail. so, noting his lack of reaction, you raised your head slowly, your pupils locked in his. his eyes seemed so sad — and you didn't like it.

« they break them. » you finally say, with a sigh, as if only he and the wind could understand your words. his hand tightened around yours, pulling slightly on your arm to bring you closer to him, his eyes fixed on yours as if he were trying to get into your mind. the sun behind him gave you the impression that euijoo was suddenly the solution to all your problems — whereas he was right in the middle of them. but when he spoke, letting those few words roll off his tongue and into your ears, you swore your heart dropped into your stomach, pounding as if you were swimming with dolphins, « and what if i was the lifebuoy that saved you from drowning? »

and you've never wanted to kiss him as much as you do now.

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remremmm · 2 years

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I. Have. No. Words. *instantly dies*

#AFTER 43 PULLS MY BOI FINALLY COMES HOME TO ME #I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW HAPPY I AM RN #twst jade #twst #twisted wonderland jade #twisted wonderland #💬 — manager speaks

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arabaka · 2 years

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ reigen arataka x (fem)hostess! reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! reader is a sex worker in an illicit hostess club. reader smokes with reigen. oral (m! receiving). creampie. pet name baby is used once. unprotected sex (do as i say not as i do). WORD COUNT: 4.2k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL CRAWL IN YOUR WALLS（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

*₊˚💬୧ likelihood that i'll make this a series? 100% <3

You weren’t sure where you stood when it came to believing in the supernatural but your shoulders sure felt lighter and you were struck with the first wave of clarity you’ve had in days… Consider yourself convinced.

He can see you relax, recline even, in your seat and even he feels like there’s a weight off him, although that might be because your issue turned out to be completely mundane. Another happy customer, another dollar in his pocket– but this worked out, it always did.

Head bowed, you chirp with gratitude, “Thank you so much, Reigen-san!” When you rise, he swears there’s a new glitter and glow to your eyes. Maybe he really did something after all.

“It’s no problem at all.” His eyes flicker to the table Mob usually sits at. He’s working solo today so he’ll just take your payment at his desk. Ready to take your money, Reigen extends his hand, complete with his business card but to both your surprise, you don’t have cash to give him.

Oh no. Ohhh no.

Much to your dismay, patting yourself down does not magically manifest your wallet. This is a nightmare, magnified by the fact that this Reigen Arataka was seemingly the real deal. Your fear is written all over your face, lips trembling as you murmur nonsensically about where you could have possibly left your wallet. Your face falls further; you left it at home and you were stations away. What’s even more awful, your shift at work was starting soon and you still had a whole evening ahead of you. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice barely above a whisper, you fess up, “I left my wallet at home. I swear, I thought I had it!”

He’s less than impressed but he isn’t about to give you a hard time about it. You’re clearly worked up as it is and he’s not a monster; he won’t make you feel worse than you already do. “It happens.” You don’t strike him as someone to trick someone out of paying, he thinks. “D-Don’t worry about it!” His attempts at comforting you aren’t what cause you to suddenly exhale in relief; you feel a bill in your pocket. “Aha! I knew it!” Your enthusiasm is short lived. Turns out, it was a coupon for a service your job offered to new clientele. But maybe he would be interested?

“I have this voucher from my job… It’s not super far from here actually. Could you take this for now? I promise I’ll pay you!”

He gives the advertisement a look over but he can’t really deduce what the business is supposed to be by the logo and name alone. “What do you all do–” Reigen starts to ask but he’s abruptly cut off by your phone’s ringtone. It’s your manager.

You’re frantic speaking to your boss, zipping off the chair and pacing around the office, so Reigen keeps himself busy. A few mouse clicks and several loud clacks of keyboard keys later and…

Your job is a club.

You work at a hostess club.

But not one of those clubs, right? He thinks he would know if a place like that opened right under his nose. The website is cutesy and a live gallery gives Reigen’s all sorts of ideas, namely how you might look in the club’s uniform of choice: a maid costume, designed to mimic a cyber aesthetic, complete with glow-in-the-dark accents. His face is bright and flushed by the time you whirl back to him, phone in your pocket as you excuse yourself.

“I’m so sorry, they just called me in!” You’re so absorbed in your own dilemma, you fail to see just how flustered he is. “I have to go. But– but if you come by, I’ll have your payment! I swear!”

It happens so fast, the silence you leave in your wake is hard to stifle.

He could have just written it off as a loss. He could have chalked it up as the best performance he’s ever seen.

So why is he walking to your place of work, his stride fast with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed low, like he hopes no one will notice him? He can’t think of an answer that paints him a decent, upstanding man so he walks fast enough that his sensibility has no hope of catching up. He doesn’t have to do much to hide. The sun has already long set, so he moves in the shroud of darkness along with other stragglers in the streets. The closer he gets, the louder he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

The noise is replaced by electronica music being played from stereos hung from every corner in the venue. It’s dimly lit– no, that’s not it. The whole lobby thrives under blacklights in every variation, more than Reigen could have thought even existed. His skin grows clammy. The place looks lavish, the voucher must have been for a novelty discount, he thinks while nervously backing away towards the entrance but then he locks eyes with you and even under the room’s purple hue, he can see just how pretty you glow.

Then his eyes travel just inches lower and he can see just how well you fill out your uniform.

You don't give him even a second of recovery time, the poor soul, as you make a beeline for him the second you see him. You don't have the money on you, just another excuse (a completely valid one at that, you weren't a scammer) but it becomes all too clear to you that he isn't here to collect. He's here to indulge.

He's meek when handing over the coupon you gave him earlier. Can you blame him? He isn't the type to peruse these establishments and he doesn't exactly know what to expect. He's like a dog with his tail between his legs, ashamed.

But you'll take good care of him because he's your pet for as long as he'll have you.

"I'm so happy you chose me for tonight!" As if he ever had an option. "I hope I can return the favor and help you relax a little." He's happy he can hear you clearly; the private room you've whisked him to is just as extravagant as the rest of the place but it's leagues quieter. You'd sounded cute before but here you sound angelic. Your voice is smooth like honey, sweeter too, and makes him feel like he's the only one who will ever get to hear it. He knows that's not true but buying into the lie for a change sounds pretty nice.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Want to smoke?" Huh, smoking does sound pretty good right now, he muses and he bets it wouldn't hurt to ease his nerves a little. But you're so good at what you do, you don't need him to use words to tell you what he wants. You crawl onto the couch, the cushion squishing under your knees as you dock your legs on both sides of his left one, sinking to a comfortable seat on his thigh like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You make him choke on his breath as he feels his muscle come in contact with your bottom, your underwear. Thriving from how stunned speechless he is, you glide your hand on his chest and under his suit and that's where you find them. His cigarettes. You had seen them briefly during your session with him earlier so you knew he'd have them on him. You ready his nicotine, a sterling silver lighter in hand shining bright with a pink flame, and when he gives you a small nod of the head, you gingerly place the cigarette in his mouth and light him up.

Reigen purses his lips around the cigarette instinctively, taking a drag until the rush washes over his brain and exhales it all out: the smoke, his nerves.

"I wouldn't have thought you did this sort of thing." His Adam's apple bobs. Just how far would you take this? How far could he take this? His hand replaces yours in holding the cigarette, holding a position he's never quite had with anyone else. You drag his free hand to your thigh, guiding him to run his palm up your body. He hiccups at how soft your skin is, how he can so easily cup the plumpness of your thigh.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You giggle with pride, hovering your hand up and away from his now that he's got the idea. "The voucher's only good for an hour but…" Your voice trails off as both your hands dance up his arms until clasping behind his neck. You dig further into his leg, just ghosting your clit on the motion back up. "You can have me for as long as you want, as thanks for earlier."

It all feels so good, so surreal he has to be dreaming and his brain must be so cruel for concocting such a mouth-watering scene. But no, this is real. You're real. He puffs the cigarette, giving in to your touch as you lean forward, chest-to-chest, and start to litter kisses on his exposed neck. "We can also just talk and drink." Your whispers are hot against his skin. "Totally up to you."

You're a teasing little minx, he has to give you that. He doesn't want you to stop, he makes that very clear with how his grip on your thigh tightens when you freeze your motions, if only for a moment. "Talk and… this."

His wish is your command. You unclip what appears to be a portion of your outfit and what falls away is your skirt, now revealing the V-line cut of the garment underneath. You're down to your panties, running your cunt down his thigh while your hands move down, one to draw circles on his chest and the other to run teasingly along his belt buckle. "Okay, then tell me… Have you ever been to place like this before?" You had a feeling you knew the answer but it's always more fun to hear the confession.

"N-No." Reigen speaks in more of a groan at that point, relishing the clothed feeling of your clit being stimulated on his leg. "First time." He pulls another drag from his cigarette and like the good servant you are, you already have a heart-shaped ashtray for him to use as he pleases. Your hands haven’t left him for more than a second but he already misses your touch, the way your fingers had been playing so demurely with his hair, as intensely as the cool menthol flooding his bloodstream.

Oh first-timers. You loved your regulars but new blood was just so intoxicating, so special. You were in the business of making people feel good and you were damn good at it, practically feeding off how their pupils would get so blown out from your touch, your words. You could so easily turn a stranger to a regular and you had a sneaking suspicion that you would be seeing more of this Reigen Arataka. A lot more. You would make sure of it.

“I’m happy to be your first time then.” You grace him with a coy smile, your upper arms strategically squeezing your chest together for his viewing pleasure. You follow his eyes as they flit over to your breasts, lust flooding his pupils and his cock. The member stirs in the crosspoint of his slacks, pitching an obvious tent in no time flat. You see his cigarette wobble between his fingers. He still has quite a bit to go but you can see him weigh out his choices; should he finish his smoke or give himself over to you? “Want me to help you with that?” Your purring tickles his cheek as you cover the skin with generous pecks. He nods from under you and that’s when you pluck the cigarette from his hand, puckering your lips around the stick and taking a final drag. You feel his erection flex in his pants at this and this makes you giggle. Not at him, but because of him. “Indirect kiss.”

“How about a real one?” Say no more. He jumps on the opportunity, hungry lips capturing yours in a kiss that is clunky but has enough passion in it to make that nonconsequential. The cigarette tastes better on you, he decides as his mouth moves against yours with his tongue slipping past your lips in an effort to get more of your flavor in his system. You lap up the moans bubbling from his throat, hips dipping deeper against his thigh as you grind up exhilarating friction for the both of you. Your hands, now free to do as they please, curl back around his neck before swiping down, fingers teasingly drawing circles around his nipples until you draw out a pretty little squeak for your consumption.

Palms sliding down his abdomen, you massage and grope his erection until he’s bucking up into you. You bounce along his leg, lips popping free from his with a thin bridge of spit coming and going as you lean back. “Anything off limits?” You ask but can he really answer? There’s so much he wants to do, so much of you he wants to experience and burn into his memory for the days and weeks to come. Where does he even begin? How can he choose when all of you looks so delicious, feels so right?

You cup his face and bring him to another kiss, smiling against his lips when you feel his hands finally settle on your waist. His firm hold glides you down his leg but you can feel his cock become ravenous for more with every swipe of your clit. And to be honest, you’re dying for something more… Filling.

“I–” His voice cracks. How embarrassing. But when he meets your gaze, there isn’t an ounce of mockery or malice. When you look at him, he only sees adoration glossing your vision and it’s absolutely mesmerizing. And that’s when he decides, “I want you to suck me off.” He just has to see what those big eyes of yours look like when you’re sucking him to the hilt. “Of course, anything you want, Mr. Psychic.” You coo with some light chuckling, smoothly raising yourself off his lap and getting down on your knees between his legs. You make quick work of his belt, tossing it so it falls and flattens your discarded skirt piece. Next come his pants and boxer briefs, which you shimmy of his legs until they too are in a crumpled heap on the floor around his ankles.

Well, well, well. If looks aren’t deceiving. His slacks had contained his erection so well, you had no idea he would be this big. He might be the biggest you’ve ever had but there’s not a challenge in this world you can’t conquer. “Wow.” You croon, eyelashes batting prettily as you wrap your fingers around his cock and start to litter kisses all over his shaft, from the underside to the top. “So beautiful.” It’s the first time he’s ever heard someone say that and combined with your loving touch, he’s shivering. You press your tongue flat against his cockhead, the tip of your tongue just barely poking into the slit on its way to coating the rest of his member with your drool. Your tongue is hot as it runs down his veins, drawing zigzags on his length until you dip your head low and capture one of his balls in your mouth, sucking hard until a guttural moan bursts free from his mouth. You free it with a pop but you quickly perform the same routine on the other, not wanting to leave any part of him untouched.

“G-God.” Reigen groans on an exhale, hands contracting and for once, he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Grab my hair.” You instruct, breath hot on his cock as you clamp your lips on the end of his cock before you start to work on taking him all the way to his base. He listens and he listens well, hands quickly flying to either side of the crown of your head, fingers desperately curling around your locks as more and more of him enters your mouth. Reigen gasps when the tip of your nose comes to rest against his pelvis. You take a beat, letting his engorged cock fill your mouth before you start to bob your head up and down his shaft. Your cheeks hollow as the pressure you envelope around him intensifies to a degree he’s never felt before.

You’ve more than made up for your session earlier. Hell, he feels like he owes you at this point. The way you look at him, pupils large with ecstasy, makes his cock pulse in your mouth which you attend to with the swirl of your tongue until spit starts to well up and bubble over from the corners of your mouth. Your hands join in on the action, one massaging his balls with pressure coming from your thumb while the other starts to pump his length with little regard for how sloppy your movements start to become. It’s all so much. You’re so much. “I’m gonna– I’m gonna–” He can barely choke out the words, lids growing heavy as he starts to push himself further into your mouth until you’re suffocating with him. His cock gives one final spasm before he spills himself into you, hot and salty cum flooding your mouth but you drink it all down like it’s a refreshing glass of water.

His cock springs out of your mouth, slapping against his stomach with a wet pap but much to your surprise and delight, he stays hard. “I can go for another round.” Reigen follows up on an exhale, his hand strongly gripping his cock and giving it a few pumps before asking you all too politely, “Can… Can we go again?” You love a man who doesn’t beat around the bush. “Of course.” You tenderly lick a stripe down the head of his cock, letting the remants of his cum coat your tongue. “Show me how you want it.”

His lips are parted, mouth agape until he swallows hard. Leaning forward, he smooths the pad of his thumb along your cheek, measuring his fat and long member against your face and sighing dreamily at just how diminutive you look next to him. “Want you to ride me.” He begs, sweat on his brow and breath stalling in his throat as he watches you rise to your feet. “And—” He takes a sharp and shallow breath, “I want you to strip.”

Apron and panties meet the same fate as the rest of your outfit and just like you were before, he’s in awe of you. It feels unreal, how you saunter back over to him and take your rightful seat on his lap, his cock lying flat over your pelvis while your clit tingles at the base of his member. “Please.” Reigen pleads for mercy, eyes straining to keep focus as you rub yourself on his length. “Need to feel you.”

“Yes sir.” And with that, you hover over his member until the tip grazes over your pussy. You don’t make him wait much longer than that, guiding his cock past your folds until you can feel that delicious stretch overtaking you as you lower all the way down to the base. Bottoming out inside you is better than any high, greater than any other success he’s had in a long while. A shaky moan skirts past his lips as he feels your walls contract around his girth; you’re going to be a new addiction, he fears and he hopes all at the same time.

Now his hands are groping your ass, squishing the fat of your cheeks as he rolls his hips into you. His motions into you are slow at first but you tighten around him so much, he can’t help but start to pummel into you, harder and faster until he settles on a rhythm you both can agree on. You throw your head back, expression flushed with raw pleasure as you give all of you to him, letting him push himself further and deeper into you with every thrust. Oh, he won’t just be a regular. He’ll be your favorite.

His name sounds so beautiful falling off your tongue and you look just as good bouncing up and down his cock, your tits looking more and more appetizing as the seconds tick by. He just has to have a taste. One of his hands travels up to the small of your back, pressing your forward until he latches around one of your nipples, teeth lightly grazing the skin before he starts to suck and lick at your breast with ravenous hunger. Your sweat tastes so sweet to him as he curls his tongue around your nipple until he feels it start to harden around him. He only pops free with a groan as you grind down his cock, angling the tip just right that your core starts to go haywire.

“Feel so fucking good.” Reigen hisses before lavishing your other breast with the same tender care as the other. His gaze shifts, first to watch as your eyes roll to the back of your head and then to your reflection in the mirror ahead of you two, transfixed by how your ass shakes and wriggles while his cock jackhammers into your quivering pussy. Your juices start to leak, mixing indiscriminately with the spit still layered on his cock and your cunt starts to tremble around him.

You don’t need to tell him that you’re close. He can feel it because he is too. But it sure as hell does make him feel ethereal when you whimper, “I’m going to cum soon, sir. Can I? Please, can I?” Oh, you don’t know what havoc you just unleashed, begging for him like he’s the only one that can take you to Cloud Nine.

“Fuck— Yes, yes you can, baby. Can I come inside?” He growls, his mouth now over yours as he thrusts haphazardly into your cunt until he can feel your walls shake and conulvse around his member. The sounds of your squelching heat fill your ears, maybe clouding your decision when you mewl into his mouth, “Yes, yes, please!”

Your gummy walls hug his cock tigher and tighter as he pumps you full of his cock until he’s beating against your cervix with reckless abandon. His nails dig curved indentations into your ass but you delight in the sensation, funneling the pain into indescribable pleasure. Oh, he’s a gift, your body awash with a degree of gratification you’ve never felt before. You can feel your pussy molding itself to his member. Maybe you’re at the point of no return; could anyone top this?

Your pussy flutters around his cock as it spasms in your cavern until you feel him jerk so violently, he floods your cunt with thick strings of his load. You too start to feel your high expand until you burst at the seams with him bottomed out inside you. You throb around him, walls convulsing as your release starts to spill out down his balls and onto the couch. Needing more of him, you kiss him with fiery intensity, licking into his mouth as you start to float down from your climax. Reigen meets you at your level, indulging on every sound you give him as she start to relax all around him. When you pull apart, it’s not because you want to but because you need to breathe or you’ll soon pass out.

“Fuck.” Is all either of you can manage to muster when all is said and done.

Looking at the time, he can’t even discern how long either of you have been at it. What he can see, as unfortunate as it may be, is an hour at which he should be sleeping. He has his first client bright and early in the morning and if he’s going to want to see you again, he has to keep the cash flowing. But god, why do you have to look at him with those eyes, that pout, when he tells you that he has to go? How can he say no to that, how can he resist filling you with his seed one more time? Just one more… Just one more…

You follow him into his dreams, so it’s no wonder he sleeps past his alarms and ends up rushing like a fool to work but at least his steps are light and his soul is satisfied. He’s already whipping up witty lines in his head to ease the ire of his first client, though not without images of you infiltrating his brain. He’s practicing his performance, uttering strings of sorrys and promises of future discounts, when he sees not his appointment but you.

You with two coffees in hand and a smile brighter than any sunrise.

“Need a pick me up?”

Oh, you’re going to be the death of him. Of him and his wallet.

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sanaxo-o · 9 months

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Rainy Days (Jacob Bae)

|| Inspired By Taehyungs song Rainy Days||

Warnings: angst, fluff, a happy ending folks, kind of like ex 2 lovers (THEY WERE ON A BREAK), mentions of kissing

Sana: hello (awful British accent) my very first Jacob fic and me is very very proud of it because I like it very much for the very first time. Yes. Your girly is proud proud. I don’t even care if it does not reach a lot of audience because I am just very happy and proud to write for Jacob ❤️‍🩹

Word count: 1,637

🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧

🎵Rainy Days, I’m thinking ‘bout you

What to say, wish I knew how to🎵

Tossing and turning on his lone bed the young man continued to stare out of his bedroom window in wonder while he watched the rain drops pour on the glass.

Slow music playing in the background the lone boy continued to be in his own bubble of loneliness. In thoughts he constantly checked his phone to see if he at least got a small text from her. But nothing. He got nothing in return.

He could not clearly remember the reason for a break you both had in your relationship. He wondered back to the time when he had that conversation with you. It was pouring that time just like now. But that was the only sad moment he had with you when it was raining.

—x—

Flashback

“Jacob..maybe we should take a break,” you said slowly as you stared down at the table. Too afraid to look in the eyes of your lover who you still loved dearly. You knew you would feel bad if you would look at him.

“Wh..what?” You closed your eyes in guilt when you heard his voice break “Why? Everything’s fine. Then..why?” You could see a lone tear drop fall on the table. Slowly looking up you managed to stay calm somehow.

“It’s just…there’s too much going on. My work has been piling up. I am not able to give any time to you. I think…it’s best if we take a break for now and pay more attention on our life’s. I love you Jacob but right now…I want my job to be steady before anything else. I am sorry..” staring up in his eyes you could feel your eyes well with tears. You leaned back a little in your seat and took a deep breath in.

“I am sorry. I feel like…I just need a break from our relationship..” you could feel your voice shake while saying that. Standing up you stormed out of the place to afraid that you will cave and feel guilty when you hear Jacob speak.

End of flashback

—x—

Sighing Jacob abruptly stood up from his bed and walked towards the fridge. Opening it he sighed in disbelief when he saw that there was nothing in there.

Lazily walking back to his bed he sat down and grabbed his phone, opening his message his fingers automatically clicked on her profile

💬 Love 🫶

Hey…

Contemplating on whether to send the text or not Jacob threw his phone beside him and grabbed his head in frustration.

He knew that he should not be afraid to text her. I mean you can still talk to her even if you’re on a break, right? There’s nothing wrong in that. There should not be anything wrong in that.

He could remember all the hurtful words you said to him that day. It was still clear to him how hurt he was, how he barely slept for the first few weeks while reminiscing about your past, how he was the one who made you laugh in the hard time but still you left him hanging like that. But no matter what, Jacob still found himself only thinking about the good memories. The memories in which you both were laughing, while being in each other’s embrace.

He still remembers that one rainy day where you had caught cold because of the sudden whether change, but he was the only one who was there with you by your side, to take care of you.

🎵On rainy days, I’m thinking ‘bout you

What to say, wish I knew how to🎵

It was rainy days like these he thought the most about you. Walking towards the windows Jacob stood there and looked outside. The sky was dark. The rain still pouring on the ground. The sound of thunder coming from time to time. There were still people who were going on with their lives despite the rain. Why couldn’t he do the same?? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

—x—

Flashback

“Is this how you make the batter?” You heard Jacob ask you from distance. Looking up from the recipe you were reading you walked towards him and stared at the batter which he was mixing.

“I..I don’t know. Is the batter supposed to look like dough?” You ask him another question as you stare up at him.

“I have never made this before. How would I know?” Jacob stared at you back. Shrugging you told Jacob to continue mixing it.

“If it tastes good then that’s all that matters,” you say as your gaze goes to the window. Gasping in delight you shook Jacob’s shoulder and dragged him towards the window.

“Look! It’s raining! Doesn’t it look so pretty?” You say with delight, huge smile spread across your face. “Your apartment gives such a great view when it rains.” You say with excitement. Agreeing with you Jacob dragged you in the kitchen with him.

“Help me figure this out. Why is the batter so runny?” Jacob asked “Should I add more flour?” He said in a questioning tone as he grabbed the bag of flour and started pouring it into the batter without any thought.

“Jacob no-” you stopped talking when you realised that you had knocked the bag out of his hand in panic. By then the flour was everywhere. Looking up at Jacob you widened your eyes when you saw his face being fully covered by flour.

“I am so sorry. I did not mean to..” you mumble as you grab more of the flour which was on the counter and poured it on his head. Laughing you noticed how Jacob just stood there as he tried to process the whole situation. Looking around the kitchen Jacob finally spoke up again. “The kitchen’s a mess, love,” Jacob said softly. Laughing you looked at the kitchen in wonder. From your peripheral vision you noticed Jacob grabbing some of the flour. Before you could react he had already smeared all of the flour on your face. Laughing Jacob pulled you closer to him and stared you in the eye

“How do you still manage to look so beautiful with all that flour on your face?” Jacob said softly as he grabbed your chin and kissed your lip’s gently. Giggling in the kiss you looked at him lovingly when he pulled away.

“I could ask you the same question. How do you manage to look so handsome but look like a dork at the same time?” You said with a smile as you ruffled his hair which made some of he flour fall off.

End of flashback

—x—

Wiping the lone tear he grabbed his phone

🎵Remember how I used to

Make you laugh the most?🎵

💬 Love 🫶

Let me make up for all the time we lost. Please don’t tell me it’s over. Can we start over?

Sending the text Jacob threw his phone beside him as he started biting his nails in nervousness.

Taking his phone back in his grasp Jacob contemplated on whether to delete the message or not when he heard his phone ting.

💬 Love 🫶

Can I come over?

It felt like his world stopped for a second when he saw your reply. With shaky hands he typed out a sure as he started pacing back and forth in the apartment.

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Stoping in his tracks Jacob took a deep breath in before he went to open the door. Seeing you stand there, beautiful as always he could feel how he stopped breathing.

Letting you in Jacob closed the door gently.

“How..how are you doing?” You asked softly as you sat down on his bed, which was quite messy but you did not seem to pay any mind to that which Jacob was glad for.

“Okay..I guess? I don’t know. It’s just..it does not feel the same without you around.” Jacob admitted softly as he stared everywhere but at you.

“Jacob..I also missed you. A lot to be fair. You don’t know how much I regretted saying that we should take a break. It was a stupid decision I made. Maybe it was the work load but I won’t blame it on that when I know that I gave that a lot of thought.” Jacob looked up when he heard you say that. He could feel his heart beat again.

“You don’t know how much I missed you, your touch, your kisses, your smile, i missed everything..” Jacob said as he walked towards you and picked you up in his arms.

“You don’t have to anymore. I am here now in your arms again.” You said as you kissed his cheek softly with a smile on your face.

“I am glad we found our way back to each other on a rainy day like this.” Jacob whispered in your ear as he walked towards the kitchen with you still in his arms.

“I am glad. I should have known better that no matter what you would always be there for me. I am sorry for being so stupid on the past.” You told him in a quite voice.

“It’s okay. I understand, work must have been hard and stressful. You don’t have to apologise love. And stupid or not, I would love you no matter what, love” Jacob replied as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, coming down he kissed both of your cheeks. Smiling in middle Jacob kissed your chin.

Pulling away Jacob grinned at you, leaning back in he finally attached his lips on yours. Grabbing the small of your waist he pulled you closer to his body. Your body heat keeping you warm in the chilly rainy day.

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🔞 Static - 2,275 word NSFW OC fic 🔞

⚠️Objectum/mechaphilia, denial kink⚠️

💬Wrote this a while ago and was kind of one of my first NSFW writings so it's... A little dated. Sorry. Also sorry that I originally just wrote this for my partners to read so I didn't really provide any context on the OCs. Two guys fuck a TV set for a little bit though so I hope that makes up for it. Ch00 is mine, Hugh and Gordy belong to my respective partners💬

The familiar sound of television static began to crackle and buzz, emanating from the dinged-up television set Hugh always carried with him, wordlessly announcing the arrival of Channel 00.

Gordy and Hugh had the television set on the ground of Gordy’s room in the M.E.G. outpost, a private area where no passerby would see or hear them in their increasingly frequent acts of intimacy. The two men were sat by the TV, waiting for the third member of their triad to appear as he had previously said he would. They paused their conversation they were holding, turning their attention to the brightly glowing and flickering screen.

“Ah!” The figure on the television screen exclaimed in mock surprise, “It seems our programming’s running a smidge late today, isn’t it?”

The man shook his head, making a tsk-ing sound to himself as he placed his hands on his hips. Even if one couldn’t see his smile through the static constantly obscuring his face, one would have been able to hear it through his effervescent tone.

“Well, my dearest viewers, I hope these little technical difficulties didn’t leave you waiting for too long! Now, let’s see, what’s the programming for the day, again…?”

Hugh only stared at the screen with a blankly hungry expression, his body language tense as though he were holding something back, his eyes wide and his fingers subtly twitching. As Gordy opened his mouth to speak, it seemed as though he would be doing so for the both of them. “Oh, Channel 00! We were waiting to see if, ah… You’d like to join us tonight,” he suggested, loosely gesturing between Hugh and himself, hoping the entity would pick up on what he’s saying without him having to actually word it.

Of course, the meaning of the request was clear, and Channel 00 raised his eyebrows in recognition. The meaning was only affirmed as Channel 00 allowed his eyes to wander downwards while mulling over the appeal, catching sight of Hugh’s stiffening member under his pants, creating a visible eager bulge.

“Oh, dear, dear,” the figure cooed, “Hardly as much as a ‘hello’ first? Cutting straight to the chase, dear Gordy?” It then looked to Hugh, its tone becoming dark and teasing, “Why, you look like you can hardly contain yourself already, you poor, desperate thing.”

Hugh hardly seemed ashamed by the teasing, it only managing to worsen his excitement and anticipation as his face flushed. He leaned forward on his haunches tentatively before crawling closer to the TV, grabbing each side of it. He lifted his hips to present his clothed bulge to the on-screen figure, hoping it’d please or interest him. A slight amount of drool already started to form at the corner of the man’s mouth, and his eyes looked wild and full of lust. It seemed he’d already waited a while for this, and didn’t want to wait much longer.

“P…Ple-e-ease, Ch-Ch-Channel 00- Please, just say yes-” the man whimpered in a shaky tone, “I- we- we need this! We waited… we waited for you!”

The figure only seemed amused by Hugh’s begging, failing to take pity on the men for waiting for him. He remained quiet for a moment, merely looking Hugh over and considering his pleas. Finally, after a long pause, he spoke again, tone calm but condescending.

“My, my, my. It seems my poor viewers don’t know a thing about patience - patience is a real virtue in today’s world, I’ll tell you,” the figure teased, shaking his head in shame. “Well, I think that’d make it my job to teach you, hm? Nothing wrong with a little educational entertainment! Now, you two know how it goes,” the entity’s tone became low and seductive, leering at them both, “just let me control the night. Let me take over, and it will be all you desire…”

Hugh nodded reluctantly, still gripping the sides of the television and therefore largely obscuring Channel 00’s and Gordy’s views of one another. He was so distracted by his desires and uncomfortably throbbing erection that it was difficult for him to focus on Channel 00’s words too greatly. “S-so… can… ca-a-an I fff… fuck you now, please…? I’ve been… I’ve been patient!”

Channel 00 shook his head, seemingly in disappointment. “Oh, dear, Hugh. I think you’re missing the point. …I think you should sit back and let Gordy have his turn with me first. Sit back and watch.”

With a whine, Hugh reluctantly backed down from the TV, sitting back and shifting in his seat uncomfortably. Channel 00 beckoned Gordy over, cooing, “now, my sweet, I’m sure you’re just as eager for your release as well, is that true? How kind and patient you’ve been… like a good viewer. Why, I think you deserve your reward for being so dedicated!”

Gordy approached the television when beckoned. While it was true that he had been less vocal and forward with his desperation when compared to Hugh, the fact of the matter was that he didn’t want to wait too much longer, either. His breathing had become quick, his pupils dilated, and his pussy had become warm and wet. Even when Channel 00 couldn’t quite see these things, he knew they were present, and the thought of a being becoming so excited for him satisfied him and stroked his ego. Hugh could only watch with desire and a slight amount of envy as Gordy mounted the television set similarly to how he had, hands planted on the top of the set and crotch aligned with the top of the screen.

“There you go, now, dearest viewer,” the channel spoke softly, in stark contrast to his previously condescending tone, “show me your devotion to me. Show me your desire. Pleasure yourself, dear viewer, so your pleasure can be mine…”

As soon as he was given permission, Gordy leaned forward, pressing his crotch into the upper edge of the television set, beginning to gently rock his hips back and forward as he shifted about and found a position that would be pleasurable. Letting out the occasional heavy breath or quiet whine, he finally found an angle that stimulated him well, rubbing his erect clitoris against the TV, the only padding and texture between his sensitive genitals and the cold, smooth surface of the device being his pants and undergarments. Channel 00 couldn’t see much from his side of the screen, but already seemed pleased with Gordy’s use of the set.

Hugh looked down to his own throbbing member, beginning to allow his fingers to wander towards it, gently touching it through his pants with heavy breaths. The channel quickly took notice, speaking up to ensure Hugh would hear him. “No, no, not yet, Hugh. I want you to keep your hands off yourself. Eyes on us, got it? You just watch, darling. You’ll have your turn.” He commanded before returning his gaze to what he could see of Gordy. Hugh whimpered in protest but followed the instruction, curling his hand into a fist and planting it on the ground to stop himself. He forced himself to keep his eyes on Gordy and the television set, no matter how much it made his pent-up excitement worse. He wanted to follow Channel 00’s every direction, to do exactly as he said, to please him any way he could… even though it felt like it was driving him crazy.

Gordy began getting himself into a good rhythm, pulling the television set into his body as though he couldn’t get enough as he humped it. The static coming from the channel became deeper and louder, causing the set’s old and faulty speakers to vibrate, with Channel 00 seemingly attempting to stimulate Gordy further in any way he could think to. Gordy could feel his pussy warming and getting wetter, his fluids seeping into his undergarments, but it was the last thing on his mind. He quickened his rocking, letting out a sharp gasp of delight.

“There, Gordy. That’s very good. Verrry good. Giving Hugh quite the show, aren’t you? Why, I’m sure he’s enjoying it - isn’t that right, Hugh?”

Hugh could hardly respond, at least, not in any meaningful way. All he could do was whine, chest heaving. His eyes were trained on the two, wide and desperate. He had leaned forward, digging his nails into the hard ground as though the unpleasant sensation would distract him from his raging erection and overpowering desires. His arms shook as they supported his body, and he was drooling, some dripping onto the floor in front of him. He looked like a starving animal staring at a piece of raw meat it’s been told it’s not allowed to eat just yet as he watched and waited.

After a few moments, Gordy’s thrusting became shakier, more erratic. He was reaching his limit, only feeling “cheered on” by Hugh’s desperate viewership. “F-fuck- Channel, I think…” he groaned, leaning into the TV more as he continued, “I’m- I’m gonna cum- oh, God-!” He moaned out in pleasure.

The on-screen figure nodded, steepling his fingers as he watched. “Poor thing. Cumming from using a television set - is that how desperate you are? Desperate enough to let a television channel control you like this? Is that it?”

Gordy nodded in response to the teasing. “Mm… I… I am… Does…” He breathed heavily for a moment, voice straining as he struggled to speak, “Does that make you… h… hahh… happy…?”

“It does. Very, very happy. Now, dearest viewer. Don’t hold back. Cum for me. The audience is dying to see it.”

With only a few more thrusts from his hips, Gordy’s shaking intensified as he could feel his insides rhythmically contracting, squirting his fluids onto the old television set. He moaned in satisfaction, glad to have attained his release. After a few moments, he rested against the TV, satisfied and spent. The on-screen figure applauded, beaming with delight.

“What a wonderful show! Oh, that was just perfect!” He chuckled, clasping his hands together, “Why, I could hardly ask for a better participation. Now, now… I think we’ve left our other participant waiting long enough, hm? Perhaps he’s learned his lesson,” the figure suggested, tapping a finger to his chin thoughtfully. “What do you two think?”

Gordy nodded, a bit sympathetic for Hugh’s plight. He knew of Hugh’s complete devotion to the television channel, and it didn’t take a genius to take one look at Hugh and understand he was struggling to keep himself contained. The man backed down from the TV to sit, rest, and recover, and Hugh tentatively approached it, hoping for his turn.

“Now, my most dedicated and desperate viewer… let me see what we’re working with here. Show me how much you’ve desired me,” the figure commanded, gesturing to Hugh’s pants. Without a moment’s hesitation, Hugh stripped them off and knelt in front of the TV, exposing himself to the host. Channel 00 quietly looked him over for a minute, getting a good look at the man’s stiff erection. Hugh stayed quiet, staring at the screen in hungry anticipation.

“...Ah. It seems you’ve gotten yourself quite worked up for me, hm?” The on-screen figure laughed quietly to himself, then cooing, “Oh, how I just love to see you like this. It’s a bit… cute, isn’t it? Pathetic, perhaps, but endearingly so…” The question seemed rhetorical, but Hugh nodded eagerly, loving the praise.

“Well, my sweet, I’d say I’ve left you waiting long enough - but that’ll make this prize more enjoyable, won’t it? You can pleasure yourself now, Hugh - get that release you so desperately want-”

Before Channel 00 could even fully finish speaking, Hugh shoved his hips into the screen, knocking the television set over onto its back as he began to desperately grind against it. Despite Channel 00’s soft urges to be careful, he couldn’t help but to thrust his cock hard against the screen as the static of the old CRT prickled against it. It was as though he couldn’t control himself or his urges after being left to fester for so long.

“F-fuck! Cha- haah- I need you! I need this!” He moaned out as he put his weight onto the TV, humping it like his life depended on it.

“That’s right,” the host assured. “You do. You do need me. You’re showing that very well right now, Hugh… excellent job. Keep going,” it urged, leaning forwards as he watched Hugh’s act of devotion, “Keep going. You’re making me very happy right now.”

Hugh’s body began to shake with pleasure as he neared climax from grinding against the screen alone. His low murmurs of begging for more went unanswered - Channel 00 could do nothing but watch and praise him. After a few more moments of desperate thrusting, Hugh came, rearing his hips back so that he could ejaculate directly onto the television screen, grabbing his own member and aggressively rubbing the shaft to further his climax.

When he was spent, he slowly and weakly retreated from the television, his whole body shaking as sweat dripped off his forehead. “Pl… please… did I… did we do… good…?” He asked between heaving breaths.

The entity nodded emphatically. “Oh, very good! Perfectly! Ohh… how I love you two. Ha, you both know how to please a guy,” he answered, his tone somewhat warm and fuzzy as he clasped his hands together again. “Oh, dear, look at you both. Spent, aren’t you, my loves?”

The figure laughed, though there was a strange sense of malice behind it. “Well, I hope you two can recover quickly… I’d say we still have a full night ahead of us.”

#18+ only #never should have smoked that shit now im posting tv sex #of a b@ckr00ms oc no less #should god put me down?#my writing

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