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jiminjamms · 7 months

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sex therapy :: 21. daddy toji

chapter tags/warnings: **can be read as a stand-alone!** daddy toji, in every sense of the word. toji also calls himself daddy. unprotected sex. creampies. megumi is down the hall! masturbation. exhibitionism. toji likes that it’s his cousin’s wife that he’s fucking. infidelity/adultery. possessiveness. sexual frustration. degradation. praising. pet names (‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’). manipulative undertones. family drama. strong language.

word count: 3.6k

notes: tattooed dr. fushiguro can only be a gentleman for so long when it's his little cousin's wifey around. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“Why don’t you give daddy a show?”

Nothing could make you feel more exposed than this very moment on Toji Fushiguro’s bathroom counter—your bosom heaving from irregular breaths, your arms holding up your body, and your legs spreading across the granite surface so that you could offer up a good view. So that you could put your naked self on display.

Just for him. Just for your sex therapist.

Just for Dr. Fushiguro.

You gulped while pressing your back against the cold ceramic walls, hoping for some relief from your impending humiliation. “E-Excuse me?”

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Toji crooned, and the pet name had your heart skipping a beat. Lazily, he dragged a lone finger from your stomach to your center, prodding right at your soaking entrance despite your efforts to shrink away. “Don’t be shy. I’m just your therapist. Let me see what you’ve learned.”

With much endearment, he watched you writhe. Being in the spotlight scared you, but he knew you would hate to disappoint.

At the very least, you should demonstrate some appreciation.

“Like what?” you asked, voice barely above a squeak.

“Well,” and amusement riddled his grin, “show daddy what he had taught you, baby.”

And goodness did all this daddy talk really turn you on. Toji could see how your figure tensed at the words, how you clenched around nothing from sheer need. (Did you think he would not notice?)

“Please,” you sighed, poorly hiding how your breath hitched. “Please don’t call yourself that.”

“Call myself what?”

Obviously a rhetorical question, yet Toji loved the bafflement on your ditzy face nevertheless.

“You know…‘daddy,’” you murmured, uncomfortable to the point you were staring at the floor as you spoke. “Because as someone who loves my dad, and hearing this from someone who actually is a dad, I find the name…disturbing.”

Disturbing but also hot, and Toji could tell.

“Don’t lie, princess. You like when I call myself that,” he chuckled. Pinching at your waist, he chortled in that same giddy manner whenever he felt particularly amused. “So, who’s going to be daddy’s obedient little girl?”

He noticed that you were doing that thing again whenever you were a little nervous: pursing your lips into a quivering pout and twisting at the meaningless rings on your fourth digit. Too loyal for your own good. Maybe that was what Naoya really loved about you, enough to keep you as his cute little trophy wife.

Swallowing loudly, in the end, you responded, “Me.”

Using one uneven breath to center yourself, your hands steadily grazed over your hips and your thighs before your dear fingers rested above your clit. Nothing could beat the embarrassment from how you flinched at your own contact.

Here went nothing.

Timidly, you drew your middlemost fingers through your folds and circled the digits around your entrance. The opening was warm, sensitive, and utterly soaked. The slick that had slipped past those puffy lips allowed you to push one, and then two fingers inside as your back arched gently at the stimulation.

A dull pleasure started to thrum in your body especially as you brought your ample juices back in using slow, deliberate motions.

To much frustration, your dainty digits couldn’t quite stroke that special spot within you with much expertise. Why wasn’t Toji helping? You wanted him to help. But, if you didn’t think too hard, you could lose yourself in the sensuality of your ministrations and imagine Toji’s fingers curling inside you instead. His fingers were larger and thicker and longer, after all.

While Toji’s true emotions had always been as mystifying as the man himself, never had that troubled you more than now. Those steely green eyes had been staring at you for what felt like hours now.

Did he like what he saw? Did he want more?

The people pleaser within you was just looking for a reaction—any reaction—to validate the hard and honest work you were putting in.

“Good kitty,” he complimented suddenly, as though he had been reading you like an open book all along. He did not realize since when, but he had begun stroking his cock through his pants.

How could he not? You had been listening so well, and his free hand reached down to rub tight circles at your puffy clit.

“Toji!” you shrieked immediately, body caving in.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he commanded, dipping his index and middle fingers in as well, his thumb still drawing tight movements at your precious button.

His fingers slid against yours, aided by the thick coat of arousal that lubricated the movements, and his dick twitched from excitement, a situation exacerbated when he relished in the way you angled your hips to accommodate all four fingers plunging into your sopping cunt.

“Don’t stop working on yourself.”

“I won’t,” you struggled to whimper.

“This is nice, isn’t it? When someone else is touching you, too.” His statement was softened by the same tone he liked to use when playing that ‘friendly neighborhood sex therapist’ role. “Your fingers are delicate, but they can’t reach all the places mine can, can they?”

“No, they can’t,” you breathed out in helpless agreement, shaking pathetically at the combined ministrations. “Everything feels better when you are the one finger fucking me.”

Toji hummed deeply in satisfaction. “I know, princess.”

He lowered his head to press his lips into your jaw, but the subtle softness in his searing kisses convinced you to tilt your head gently and bring your unoccupied hand up to run up his hard triceps and dig into the jet-black ink peeking from his sleeves.

In response, Toji sank his teeth into your skin every so often, eliciting your squeals.

Painful. Yes, this was painful.

But more than painful, the gush that flooded your veins was fucking phenomenal.

“What’s wrong?” Toji asked innocently, biting harder as your nails pressed visible crescent marks into his tattoos. “I only want to taste you,” and he soothed the sore spots by licking the assaulted areas, just to repeat the process on another target.

Pussy feeling empty but needy, you shifted on the countertop in order to grind desperately against your therapist’s clothed crotch.

“Please,” you mewled, now begging for Toji’s attention rather than cowering away. “Please fuck me.”

Funny.

Just an hour ago, you were bawling about your loser husband. Naoya Zenin this. Naoya Zenin that. Well, duh. Of course, his baby cousin was an asshole partner.

Now, here you were, pleading for Toji Fushiguro’s cock?

Toji rewarded your change of heart with a deep kiss pressed on your lips, a gesture that you passionately reciprocated. Even as he devoured your mouth like a starved man, your tongue fought like a maniac into his mouth, satisfied sighs slipping from your lips to his.

Only when there was an unexpected slam coming from Megumi’s door did you two pull away, faces only centimeters apart and connected by an almost translucent string of saliva.

Toji panted, watching your chest rise and fall from similarly irregular breathing.

If nothing else stopped him, he would be falling onto his knees right now from how dazed you appeared: face flushed, lips parted, and lids heavy.

But both he and you had one concern in mind right now.

Megumi.

Given the sound earlier, Toji awaited footsteps from the younger Fushiguro.

Was he grabbing a midnight snack from the kitchen downstairs? Was he planning to pace the halls to alleviate stress?

Or worse yet, was he heading to the bathroom?

If his son really did walk into this scene, discovering what his father was doing to his sweet and pretty guest several doors away, Toji would be speechless because the idea was purely mortifying.

Also a little sexy.

But anyway.

“I’m sure he just closed and locked his door for the evening,” Toji deduced when the boy’s footsteps never came.

Immediately, your shoulders slumped with ensuing relief.

“Thank goodness,” you sighed, still tense and high-strung. “We don’t want Megumi to hear us,” you pointed out, completely oblivious to how loud you had been when merely kissing. “Let’s wait for him to sleep first. I don’t want us to get caught.”

The way you cared this much was adorable.

“Why would we have to wait, though?” Toji pointed out, and his tongue swiped over his scar. “I can be quiet. But the real question is: can you be quiet?”

At first, you were stunned and silent.

But after a long while, you gulped and your neck bobbed noticeably. "Yeah. I…can be quiet, too.”

“Good girl," and at that, Toji flashed a quick and lascivious grin. “Then, why don’t we test that out?”

Not waiting for your reply, he grabbed the collar of his white shirt and dragged the top off his shoulders.

His movements were slow, just so he could catch your marveling reaction as he revealed his bare torso, but the fabric had been too fitting and tight for his body anyway.

As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head and off his body, your eyes locked on his body to admire his brawny and toned physique. But more stunningly was how Toji Fushiguro was a mural of tattoos, intricate artworks that had been carefully selected and embedded into his torso—stylized letters, entwined violets, and hyper-realistic scenery. What demanded the most attention, though, was a prominent phoenix that covered his right chest, emerging victorious from a plume of smoke and ashes, its feathers spanning into his shoulder and back.

Easily, you were enchanted. You didn't have a chance to view his tattoos before. But Toji himself had always been enchanting.

“Come closer,” the man commanded, tone low and gravelly. He dragged his waistband down until his hardened dick sprang free with great force. His cock was swollen and red and violently angry, precum beading at the tip after he had long neglected himself from his release. "I’ve missed you."

You shifted forward on the countertop.

“Then do anything to me.”

Just to test you, he experimented a little, pinching your nipples with the knuckles of his fingers and smiling like a mad dog when you squeaked. "Anything?"

"Yes," you breathed out, nodding and back arching into his touch.

Obviously, you were too lost in arousal to comprehend the power placed into your tattooed therapist's hands, and Toji silently wished that Naoya Zenin could hear his wife begging for someone else like this.

He patted your cheek and cooed.

So silly, so cock drunk, so desperate.

That was what you were, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You reached between your legs to grab at his dick, lining the tip up to your entrance as Toji groaned from the contact.

"How are you so wet for me?” he hissed, gritting his teeth hard.

“Please, please, come on—” After a long bout of negligence, you had become incredibly whiny and desperate, seeking attention and affection like never before. “I’m too turned on. Just…please ruin me.”

Toji had been close to bursting already, but an intense flash stifled him when your words registered as music to his ears, his large hands helping you swipe his dick between your folds slowly. Teasing them both.

He had been well lubricated from the precum that slipped from the head, his massive cock so hard from the anticipation that awaited such that he could feel electricity buzzing at his fingertips. All because he couldn't handle himself when you begged for him like this. Yet, Toji resolved to fuck you with everything he had—for as long as he could, anyway—and slipped himself gradually into your warm and moist heat.

Shudders.

All that filled the room were shudders.

Toji’s eyes darkened as he pressed through the tight resistance, your muscles squeezing around his length. He had to will every fiber within him to not lose himself. He was this close to falling apart, unraveling. Because holy shit, were you fucking tight.

Beneath him, you suppressed a whimper.

“Damn,” you sputtered, abandoning any remaining hesitation and clenching around him. Compared to his pathetic cousin, your therapist was not small by any means. "You feel so good inside of me, Toji."

Ah, hell.

He needed to get you to relax. He could barely move and, if your walls squeezed him any harder, he might just be hurled over the edge and cum all over your thighs, staining your freshly showered body.

“Oh,” he managed to hum in contentment, closing his eyes momentarily so that he could shut down all other senses except for one. His arms wobbled a little, his hands digging hard into your sides as his hips moved slowly—very, very slowly—out before going back in again.

At the languid thrusts, your head fell back and your hips lifted upon instinct, one hand pressed against the counter for stability as the other skimmed over his tattoos. He's so hot. You're so hot. He makes you feel so hot.

Toji growled again when your fingers brushed against the inked phoenix's wings, gliding over his pectoral muscle. He loved being touched like this and only wanted you to examine him more, rewarding you with movements wholly deep and stimulating.

As moans flowed freely from your mouth, Toji would tell you to shut up. After all, Megumi dwelled only a few doors away and must not be forgotten. But how could Toji bring himself to hush the sweet sounds that you sang?

“Yes, just like that,” you whined at some point, fingers clawing into his chest. “Fuck. Fuck, Toji.”

He raised a disapproving brow. “Just Toji?”

“Fuck, daddy.”

And Toji lost his fucking mind.

Since when did you talk like this? Pretty princess with a potty mouth. Who would’ve thought? It was sexy. So goddamn sexy.

"You’re incredible,” he found himself saying.

Toji had never been harder than he was at this moment, his cock like a fucking titanium rod as his listless movements degraded into an onslaught, throbbing and twitching as he replayed your dirty words in his head.

He felt extraordinarily horny, aroused, and invigorated.

Meanwhile, you looked like a fucking fairy—his fucking fairy, to be clear: features glowing golden under the ambient lights, pupils dilated and blown out wide, skin glistening from both water and sweat.

Long ago, Toji figured that you had given up in your attempts to get away from him, the sole struggle from your body being how your walls involuntarily twitched and tensed amidst the storm of pleasure and pain he had brewing within your core.

If only Toji had more hands. That way, he could simultaneously pull at your hair, wrap his fingers around your neck, and swat at your bouncing tits.

In a moment like this, he hated having to choose and grabbed your legs in the end, moving them from the counter to his shoulders. Toji could now go even deeper, and boy, did this new angle  have you seeing stars.

“Oh, goodness,” you blubbered, coughing and drooling and panting. “Oh, that feels so good.”

“I know,” Toji said arrogantly.

Lucky for you, he was a mature man who could hold his load. Other boys didn’t know shit. If they were in his current position, they would have busted their nuts long ago, too impulsive and easily excited to exert much self-control.

Toji, on the other hand, knew how to dig his fat cock into your cervix over and over, brushing that one special spot within you along the way. To make you scream. To keep you addicted. To take his cousin’s wife at his mercy.

The room filled with sounds that resulted from skin contacting skin—squelches and wet smacks—and you were left loud and messy, feeling so good that you could not think straight. 

“Shit, you’re so good to me. Can’t get enough of this pussy,” he grunted, hand pulling back before connecting with the meat of your ass with one loud  slap.

You cried out, fighting back tears that welled from the pain. “That… hurts!”

“But my kitten loves being roughened up, no?” he taunted, licking at his scar again as he observed you: love bites littered over your neck, nipples perked into pebbles, skin marked and slightly bruised.

“I,” several huffs in between, “I can’t take this for much longer. I’m so close. I think I’m going to—”

“Only if you tell me who owns you.”

His words made you whine, and the therapist took great pleasure in the way you contorted. The demand had taken you by surprise because Toji had never denied you the right to your pleasure before. In fact, he had always been the type to coax you to cum, telling you to cream all over him instead.

Tonight, however, he wanted to set things straight. For a while, he had been thinking that he ought to buy you a collar just so you would remember who you actually belonged to—who really taught you what sex feels like—and heat tore through his skin again from the fantasy.

Admittedly, Toji was a tad bit possessive.

But he needed to drill into your head that you were not Sukuna’s or Choso’s or Geto’s.

And most certainly, not Naoya Zenin’s.

“Well?” He was fully aware of what was happening and taking true delight in your futile struggle, knowing exactly what you needed but wanting you to obey him first. Snaking an arm around your body, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and purred, “Who knows how to fuck you right?”

“Toji Fushiguro does,” you chanted, lacing your fingers with his, your body in sheer pain from need. “Guys my age could never.”

Which was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

So, you did.

His permission sent you vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as your orgasm ripped through.

Your lips parted. Your cheeks hollowed. Your arms wavered.

Despite everything, you continued begging for his cock harder, faster, just like that. At some point, the hand once tangled with your therapist’s now slotted into your mouth to muffle any exclamations of pleasure as the waves continued to ripple fiercely through your body. Throwing your head back against the wall, you could dully feel your teeth puncture the skin between your thumb and pointer finger. Yet, that didn’t bother you, didn’t even hurt, and only served to add to your masochistic satisfaction as your cunt fluttered and clenched around him.

“What a good girl.”

Toji was remorseless as he continued his abuse, the tendons of his hands and arms flexing from the effort needed to keep your lower body still, the tattoos on his wrists appearing pitch black under the glimmer of your juices. The wetness that spilled from you was so abundant, dripping down onto the floor. With any luck, once this was all over, you would have left a mess such that Toji would be forced to assign Megumi to bathroom cleaning duty in the morning.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," was what he managed to say just as his gut suddenly tensed. He couldn't even control it. Without further warning, thick ropes of semen shot from him and into your womb. He grunted loudly, lurid fantasies dissipating as his mind went blank from his climax, his own groan hardly recognizable from how guttural his voice had become.

“Give me all your cum, daddy,” you wailed as you came again, pussy tightening impossibly on his cock and practically massaging every single drop out of him.

Toji was not done, he didn’t want to be done.

Despite his blurred vision and terse jaw, Toji wanted to give you every ounce that he was worth. He gritted his teeth as he fucked up into you, pace irregular and sloppy. He made sure to push every possible milliliter of his seed deep into your stomach, the rest of his load spilling against his balls.

His cock was far too sensitive and overstimulated, but he felt  so goddamn good that he wanted to keep going and going until he was completely spent with nothing more to give.

“Fuck,” he choked, on the brink of tears.

Toji had to take a moment to recover fully, keeping his eyes closed while his chest heaved from the sheer exertion of his orgasm. His breathing was deep, wet, and haggard, and he was blistering hot even without clothes on. His slicked-back hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply in front of his flushed face. As he slumped over, he sensed a new pain in his shoulder, and he guessed that he must have strained something without noticing. Cum inevitably dribbled from your hole as he pulled out, splattering on the floor and mixing with your juices earlier.

He strode toward the bathroom closet, grabbing additional towels.

After wrapping them around you and himself, Toji brought you close to his frame and directed you into his bedroom diagonally across the hall. The rest of the night was quiet, especially since you both were consumed by exhaustion and post-coital haze. You rolled onto his canopied bed without sound, Toji lying next to you and pulling you snugly against his chest. After ensuring that you were okay, he kissed the sweet temple by your forehead and the bruises on your collar, smiling softly when you hummed in response.

He could hardly recall the last time he had felt so warm and so content, wanting nothing more than to cling onto this moment for as long as he could. In the back of his head, his conscience scolded him harshly. He still owed you plenty of explanations. For how he had been hiding his family, his relationships, and his original motive in using you to help him get back at his enemies.

Yet, as he pushed aside these intrusive thoughts and murmured to you ‘Goodnight,’ one thing became clear:

Toji Fushiguro was far too selfish to let you go.

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end notes: This is my first time writing smut that comprehensively includes Toji’s POV. While we have always gotten Y/N's POV in sex, I wanted to include Toji's perspective so that we could get into his psyche a little since he's battling his own demons as well.

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offbrandkyoya · 1 year

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Lights, Camera, Action! - scaramouche x reader smau

summary:

you’re best friends with the famous band of all time, 5WIRL. however, DCKZ are rising to the top which are leaving your friends in the dust. the solution: add a new member, a new face to start some attention! it did cause attention alright, especially for your heart.

pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

genre: band au, smau, fluff, crack, celebrity x reader, angst

warning: cursing, scandals, false rumors, kys jokes, mistreatment

status: completed!

taglist: closed :(

5WIRL the lovers DCKZ

Prologue: 1 & 2

01: congratulations! (you’re fucked)

02: common venti L

03: todays the day

04: childe has 0 rizz

05: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, SIX

06: let’s do it

07: << egg sandwiches

08: not your wife

09: fake birthday

10: scarapoo

11: sandwich kisses

12: stay mad

13: kaeyas delusional era

14: yn’s love life

15: SCARA!

16: therapist venti

17: the first show

18: bitchy woman

19: cricket cricket

20: just a friend

21: oh

22: strong

23: retweet

24: im glad to have met you

25: the delusions won

26: HE WANT ME

27: yes

28: TEN?????

29: giggling

30: hoe list

31: date night

32: together 4eva

33: bf reveal

34: enough is enough

35: best friends

36: sugar booger

37: marriage arc

38: fucking kids

39: by my side

40: kazurizz

41: oops i did it again

42: suck it up

43: stupid + stupid

44: = scarayn

45: angel from heaven

46: jealousy jealousy

47: boy what

48: fine then

49: feelings suck

50: hopefully

51: I’m Sorry

52: two weeks!?

53: he’s everywhere

54: bitchless era

55: good luck (you need it)

56: the artist named “….”

57: bye boyfie

58: love confessions

59: yn the widow

60: scara the widower

61: NOW NOW NOW

62: TAY

63: PAC-MAN

64: horrible people

65: pussy

66: big fan

67: what about us?

68: ten kids confirmed

69: crashing down

70: sleeping beauty

71: Goodbye Moon

72: new you new me

73: rattled cages

74: Better luck next time

75: Here Goes

76: Therefore, you and me

77: communication is key

78: the art of love

79: last show

80: thoma ache

81: masked singer

82: think about it

83: haters gonna hate

84: mamas boy

85: you hafta

86: it’s over

87: 2 brothers 2 men

88: Yns Mona Lisa

89: star

90: horn dog

91: win or lose

92: fight club

93: warmth

94: This is Life

95: Epilogue

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robinsnest2111 · 6 months

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thinking about everyone who experienced me, premium front row seats and audience participation included, at my absolute worst and still want to have something to do with current day me. idk what I did to deserve you peeps in my life and I hope every single day I can be a good friend to you now that I'm actively trying to heal 🙏

#every single day i am trying to learn the intricacies of interpersonal etiquette and being a nice person #all the things i did not learn in childhood or teen years because i was too busy being actively traumatised and struggling to survive #i'm so incredibly sorry for what i did to everyone around me during that time and i know i was such a difficult creature to deal with #not looking to be forgiven. just putting it out there that i still hold a piece of love in my heart for everyone who crossed my path so far #it's getting close to my 27th birthday... guess i'm feeling very introspective and looking back on how far I've come #how much i have survived. all the bad and the ugly and the utterly fucked up #how far i've come and all the good things I've experienced too #and all the people who helped me grow into who i currently am #some things can never be forgiven or forgotten. and i still think about it every single day. it'll probably haunt me forever #that's okay tho. i just hope i'll gain the ability to see the whole picture and be less harsh with myself in the future #humans make mistakes and cause harm even if they don't mean to. being scared and confused make you do the most nonsensical shit #idk. just. thinking.#reason 24601 i need a competent therapist to work through all my accumulated issues of the past 27 years of my life #i know i'm decently self aware but that'll only get me so far. feel like i'm walking in circles

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silantryoo · 1 year

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LOOKALIKE ; jang wonyoung

non-idol! jang wonyoung x non-idol! reader

SYNOPSIS ; wonyoung hated herself for letting y/n go, almost as much as she hated her annoyingly smug girlfriend (who everyone hates except for y/n). she knows it's probably too late, but that's not gonna stop her from trying to get her back.

TAGS ; non-idol x non-idol! reader, university au, college au, wlw, angst, fluff, idol au, exs to friends to lovers, slow burn, crack, smau

WARNINGS ; strong language, drama, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation and abuse, slut shaming, overworking, toxic school life, mild violence, suggestive jokes, suicide jokes, mentions of sexual acts

FEATURING ; ive, aespa, kim minju, jo yuri, choi yena, mentions of itzy, nmixx and various other idols

STATUS ; ONGOING!

UPDATE TIMES ; whenever i can

MAIN PLAYLIST!!

profiles. SUMA. WYS-THERAPISTS. 01S-AND-THEIR-BABIES. HAIKYUU-IRL.

chapters.

01. SHE WANTS A HAPPY COOKIE FAMILY

02. i MISJ HER SMM

03. BRO THAT'S GAEUL??

04. does she look like this

05. wonyoung?

06. what? x3

07. bc i love you

08. let me be delulu

09. unlike you

10. on my way!

bonus: all too well

11. REI DELETE

12. sum naruto shit

13. keep smiling.

14. men from itaewon

15. IS IT ME???

16. pls [REDACTED] me

17. yh ok wtvr.

18. pissy pants

bonus: she was better

19. A HICKEY?

20. PARTY???

21. Y/N. GO.

22. eat a dick

23. ill give you a whore

bonus: mansion parties

bonus: jimin's l/n y/n.

bonus: wish you were sober

24. where r u?

25. HUUUUH?

26. in secret.

bonus: peace.

27. you're a minjeong

28. KILL NAOI REI.

29. adopt a friend!

30. virgin

bonus: gravity

31. WHAT IS THAT?

32. love birds

33. ill txt u ltr

34. more than me?

35. this.

36. sexy number

bonus: why.

37. my crescent roll

38. baby pls.

39. hyewon

40. youre so cute

41. TAKE UR MEDS?

42. flowers

43. idc

bonus: minjeong-unnie

44. i need you

45. jiyn

46. huh :D?

47. 2kim

48. anything for you

bonus: gaeul's ahn yujin.

49. choke

bonus: yonsei

50. mj

bonus: minjeong's deal

51. what

bonus: exile.

52. tell me

53. ru fr?

bonus: you owe me

54. i do

55. yizhuo

56. JIWON SAID NO

bonus: it all falls down

57. the (ye)jimin effect

bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 1.

58. the owva

bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 2.

59. who tf

60. to me

bonus: goodbye, my danish sweetheart

61. malding

62. consuming...?

more to come...

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swisccfinds · 5 months

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50 ONE LEVEL CAREERS: Storytelling careers megapack by isy's the snake

Here is yet another career mod pack, but this one has no promotions, you just work and your job level stays at 1. As the title say this mod is best for story telling!

creator's notes-

This mod requires XML Injector by Scumbumbo. You can find it here. Pay attention if you don't already have it for another mod! In that case, you do not need to re-install it. Be sure it is updated for the last patch.

XML Injector is a mod required for some mods to work. So, you install it as any other mod in your Mods folder, no more than one subfolder deep.

This mod has been updated for the version 1.99.305 of the game (second update after Horse Ranch).

It doesn't required any DLC to work. Base game compatible

I've adopted this mod from the amazing ItsKatato who, due to her hiring at EA, couldn't continue to mod. I have made some changes: • I have changes all the pics of the careers — now they all show Sims (please check the credits paragraph at the end to see who was the amazing raccoon who helped me); • I have updated the mod for the Horse Ranch patch; • I have cleared ALL the tuning errors; • Fixed the description of some careers who appeared to be missing.

Now, here we go with the explanation of the mod (originally written by ItsKatato, edited by me):

Katato said: "Have you ever had a story planned out for your sims but you can't find the perfect career for them? Most of the time when I find the career it ends up being a complicated career with a bunch of promotion tasks and extra stuff. Well, I've made a pack of a bunch of single-level careers. All your sim has to do is go to work, that's it. This is perfect for the non-important sims in your life, like the forgotten children of your legacy challenge." In short: those are 50 careers you can use for NPCs Sims or random Sims you do not want to care about. As Amethyst said: "Go to work, make money, leave me alone". Your Sims won't need any task to perform to upgrade and get a promotion, as well as they do not really need an ideal mood to go to work since it won't change their performance. They just go and do their job. And now the list of all careers:

1. Anesthetiologist 2. Cartographer 3. Chiropractor 4. Compliance Officer 5. Data Scientist 6. Dental Hygienist 7. Dentist 8. Diagnostic Medical Sonographer 9. Financial Advisor 10. Financial Manager 11. Genereal Surgeon 12. Genetic Counselor 13. Home Health Aide 14. Information Security Analyst 15. IT Manager 16. Interpreter And Translator 17. Lawyer 18. Marriage And Family Therapist 19. Massage Therapist 20. Mathematician 21. Mechanical Engineer 22. Medical And Health Services Manager 23. Nurse Anesthetist 24. Nurse Practitioner 25. Obstetrician And Gynecologist 26. Occupational Therapist 27. Operations Reasearch Analyst 28. Optometrist 29. Oral And Maxillofacial Surgeon 30. Orthodontist 31. Orthotist And Prosthetist 32. Paralegal 33. Pediatrician 34. Personal Care Aide 35. Phlebotomist 36. Physical Therapist 37. Physical Therapist Assistant 38. Physician 39. Physician Assistant 40. Pilot 41. Podiatrist 42. Prosthodontist 43. Psychiatrist 44. Registered Nurse 45. Respiratory Therapist 46. Software Developer 47. Speech-Language Pathologist 48. Statician 49. Substance Abuse And Behavioral Disorder Counselor 50. Veterinarian 51. Web Developer 52. Wind Turbine Technician

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meganwritesfanfics · 1 year

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Hell I'm just a Kid Myself

Jamie Tartt x Reader

The reader finds out she is pregnant with Jamie's baby and she is terrified of what his response will be when he finds out.

I'm planning on making this a series so feel free to comment what you would like to see moving forward.

Check out Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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She stared at the test sitting on the counter, and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening right now. The plus sign was staring back at her clear as day. She was pregnant.

“Baby!” She heard a voice echo through the hallway. The familiar Mancurian accent of her boyfriend that usually brought a smile to her face filled her with dread. “I need to head to practice.”

“Hey Jamie, I’m not feeling well I will see you when you come home.”

“Do you want me to pick you up anything? Is it your lady time.” Jamie asked and a comment like that would have usually made Y/N roll her eyes and laugh but the reality of the situation at hand had her terrified.

“Um, yeah, if you could pick me up some chocolate that would be great.” She lied the thought of any food making her nauseous.

“I love you.” Jamie called and her heart broke.

They hadn’t been dating for even a year, there was no discussion of a future, and now they were faced with it whether they liked it or not.

As she heard the front door shut and the sound of his Ashton pulling out of the driveway, Y/N slid to the floor.

“What am I going to do?” She thought. Suddenly she realized there was only one person she needed to talk to, someone who would give her instant clarity. She crawled her way to the bedroom and grabbed her phone.

“I need you.” She texted before she curled up onto the bed.

It took what felt like ages but in reality was record time before she heard the doorbell ring. Before she even had the chance to get out a bed, the door bell rang again. Then by the time she made it out of the room he was pounding on the door.

“Y/N!” He screamed and she knew that if she didn’t hurry he would bust the door down.

“Jesus Christ,” She sighed as she through open the door.

“Where is the prick, what did he do?” Roy snapped his eyes wild.

“I’m pregnant.”

Roy’s jaw dropped. “Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkk.”

Y/N broke and buried her face into Roy’s chest as she cried.

By the time she time Y/N finally calmed down her and Roy had made their way to the couch.

“What did he say when you told him?” Roy asked.

“I haven’t told him yet, I found out literally a half hour ago.”

“Fuckin’ hell!” Roy snapped. “You mean to tell me you told me before you told Jamie.”

“Yes I…” Y/N started.

“That is far too much pressure! Plus Jamie is going to kill me. Why haven’t you told him?”

“I don’t know how he is going to react. We haven’t talked about, I mean fuck Roy we haven’t even being dating that long, and he’s only 25. I’m only 27 I don’t and what about his career. I don’t want to ruin that I just…” Y/N panicked.

“Woah, hey, look at me.” Roy said as he grabbed her hand. “You cannot panic about something when you don’t even know what the outcome is going to be. Jamie is crazy about you.”

“And I’m crazy about him, but a baby Roy I don’t know what we are going to do.”

“It is something that you need to discuss with him, and if he does anything remotely prickish I will kill him.”

Y/N laughed. “You love him and you know it.”

Roy grunted causing Y/N to laugh even more.

Y/N gave Roy a large hug. “Thank you for being the best grumpy therapist a girl could as for.”

Roy cracked a smile. “Give Jaime a chance, I think he will surprise you.”

“I hope you are right.” Y/N sighed and she could feel the anxiety in her stomach growing.

Y/N knew that if she stayed at home and waited until Jamie got back that she was going to go absolutely insane, so instead, she made her way to Nelson Road Stadium.

Roy walked with her and he could see how badly she was shaking as they walked through the halls.

“Everything is going to be ok.” Roy tried his best to sooth.

“Yeah, of course.” Y/N replied but she wasn’t sure.

“Y/N!” The whole team cheered when she came into the locker room. Ever since she started dating Jamie she had become a regular at the Dog Track and all the guys loved her.

“Hi baby,” Jamie smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up swinging her around.

Her heart felt like it was breaking, she couldn’t help but feel that this could be the last moments she had with Jamie. So she held on tighter than she should.

“Are you ok?” He whispered.

“Can I talk to you, in private?” She whispered back.

She could feel Jamie tense up as he set her back down his eyes full of concern as he looked her up and down trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Ya’ um, this way.” He said as he grabbed her hand and walked her towards the boot room.

On her way out she caught Roy’s gaze and watched as he mouthed “Good luck.”

“Is something wrong or did you just want to see me,” Jamie smirked

“I love you Jamie, so much you know that right.”

Jamie’s face dropped. “What’s wrong, what did I do?” He asked and Y/N watched his jaw clench.

“Oh Jamie,” Y/N gasped as she grabbed his face in her hands. “Honey, you didn’t do anything, well actually you did, or rather we did, a lot.”

“I’m confused, are you breaking up with me or…”

“No God no, I… fuck.” Y/N said her eyes well up with tears.

“Baby, you are really starting to freak me out, what’s going on?”

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

Jamie laughed. “Jesus, you really freaked me out Y/N I thought something was wrong.”

Y/N stared at Jamie tears streaming down her face.

His laughter faded and and she watched as reality hit in. “You’re preg… how?”

“Jamie, do I really need to explain that to you.”

“No that’s not what I mean I… you are pregnant.” He gaped.

Y/N nodded.

Jamie opened his mouth but no words came out, for the first time since she met him, Jamie Tartt was speechless.

“Please say something, I’m freaking out and I just need to know what you are thinking.” Y/N pleaded.

“I…” He started and Y/N could see the tears in his eyes. “I need to get back to practice.”

Then he pulled Y/N in for a long kiss before he turned and left.

“Wait Jamie!” She called. “Fuck!”

The room went silent for a while before she heard the sound of someone quietly moving.

“Hi Will,” She sighed.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt x reader #fanfiction #series

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Rossi x nephew!reader - matchmaker

What about Rossi's nephew; who's in the military (26-27) comes back from a tour in he middle East and meets up with Rossi at work to surprise him. But when he sees Spencer he is dumbfounded bc he's never like men, so OBVIOUSLY he goes to Rossi and is like "I think I might be gay" (lol) and Rossi is like "omg your here.... Wait huh?" Like Rossi is just trying to process that his nephew isn't dead and came back but now he has to process that his nephew now thinks he's a little gay.... 👀👀👀 - @azeal-peal 💜

You hadn’t been back long, you hadn’t bothered going back to change or shower, you knew your uncle had security set up at his house.

If you wanted to surprise him then they would defeat the whole purpose.

So, instead you went to his place of work, getting a visitors badge so you could head up.

Thankfully you had been there before, they knew who you were so they didn’t have to get your uncle to come and get you, or have anybody escort you.

Maybe the uniform you wore helped with that as well.

You stood in the elevator, hands clasped behind your back, waiting for the doors to close, only to hear somebody call for you to hold the doors, so you reached out to stop them from closing.

“Oh thank you! Thank you so much!”

She came running in, and you moved your hand back, giving her a charming smile.

“You’re very welcome, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, oh this? Yes! I’m good thank you!”

She set her bags down, giving you the biggest smile you had ever seen and you smiled back at her.

“Are you visiting somebody?”

“That I am, I’m visiting my uncle actually. What about you?”

She laughed a little.

“No, i work here. Penelope Garcia.”

She held her hand out, and you shook her hand.

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

The doors to the elevator opened, and you stood in front of them, letting Garcia have some time to gather her things so she could leave.

Once she was out you stepped out.

“Thank you so much! Have fun with your uncle!”

“Thank you!”

You offered her a half wave, and you made your way through the bullpen, looking around.

It wasn’t hard to spot your uncle, you were raised on hood fashion, and his suits stood out, as well as his hair style.

He was stood with a few other people, you assumed his team.

There was one who caught your eye though, he seemed to glance over but didn’t think much about you being there and looked away.

He looked about your age, maybe a little older, honestly he looked nothing like an FBI agent either, you would expect him to maybe be a therapist or something of the sort.

You would’ve never have guessed FBI if you saw him out in public, and you had to admit he was pretty good looking.

Normally you didn’t look at men that way, you weren’t all that sure you even looked at women that way, but there was something about him.

You snapped out of your daze, watching as his team walked away and you walked over to your uncle, standing next to him.

You turned your attention back to the man that you were looking at.

You were just captivated by him.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, you had thought that about a few guys over the year but you always brushed it off, never thought too much about it.

“I think I might be gay.”

Rossi spun around, staring at you with wide eyes, hand over his gun.

“You’re here?!”

He paused for a second.

“You what?”

You smiled brightly, taking a step so you could crush your uncle into a hug, and he gave you a hug just a tightly.

“When did you get back?” He asked.

You pulled away, pulling your sleeve up so you could check your watch before letting it fall back down.

“About two hours ago, I stopped to get something to eat first because I was dying for some good food.”

Rossi chuckled, nodding his head.

“I don’t blame you one bit kiddo, how are you? Are you hurt?”

“No, no I’m okay. I’m not hurt, a few close calls but that’s war. I’m on leave now for a couple of weeks before I’m needed back.”

He nodded again, pulling out a seat and you sat down, waiting for him to drag another one over.

You ran a hand through your hair, rolling up your sleeves.

“I was hoping maybe I could stay with you?” You grinned a little.

“Of course, you know my door is always open for you. We’re actually having dinner at mine tonight, join us, you could use the break.”

Laughing, you grinned a little.

“Oh I know, I’m exhausted. Honestly if I go to bed I feel like I’m just going to sleep for days.”

Rossi hummed a little bit.

“So, tell me what you can about your deployment.”

This was the protective side of your uncle coming out, he wanted to know exactly what had happened out there because he knew how hard it could be.

And it wasn’t your first time being deployed, but he would rather share in your pain and sadness than have you go through it all alone.

You glanced around at the few curious eyes looking at you.

“Can we maybe discuss it somewhere privet?”

“Come on, we’ll go to my office.”

You put your chair back, picking up your bag as you followed him up the stairs and into his office.

You spent a while in there just talking to him, sharing with him what you were allowed to, nothing about the missions you did, or some of the things you had to do, which he understood.

But everything else you were able to share with him, from normal day to day life, that time you fell asleep in the sun and badly burnt your back, the daft little game you and your squad came up with.

You told him all about those.

“I see you made the most of it.”

“You’ve got to right? Anything to keep spirits up?”

Rossi hummed, nodding his head.

“Well, how about we get some lunch, I’ll take you home you can get some rest, I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.”

“That sounds like the life.”

Rossi chuckled, picking up your bag for you and let you leave his office first.

“Let me talk to Aaron, wait here for me.”

You nodded, letting him leave your bag for you.

Leaning on the railing, you looked down at his team again and found your eyes drifting to the same man once more.

You just stood there looking at him, and finally he looked up so you offered him a little grin and a salute.

He blinked, and offered you a confused wave which made you laugh a little, grinning slightly more.

You heard a door open, and you glanced to your side, getting up to follow your uncle who had once again taken your bag.

“I’d like you to quickly meet everybody.”

There was a round of quick introductions before you headed for the lift.

“So, Reid huh?

“Oh my god Dave don’t.”

He smirked a little.

“Come on, boy wonder isn’t that bad. Smart, polite. Can’t go wrong.”

“I’m not having this conversation.”

You stepped into the elevator, trying to close the doors on your uncle but it didn’t work.

“Hey, I’m not saying anything.”

“Uh huh.”

It went quiet for a second.

“He’s going to be at the dinner.”

“Oh my god…”

You ran a hand down your face, and you tried to hide your laughter.

You weren’t sure if what you were feeling was real or not, but the sound of Reid being at that dinner did sound fun, maybe it would encourage you a little more to go.

Just to be friends with them all, nothing more, you had to remind yourself of that.

Just to make friends with them all and finally get to know them, and maybe sneak a few more glances at Reid while you were at it

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds imagine #David Ross #David Rossi x reader #David Rossi x you #David Rossi imagine

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czalzver · 7 months

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all over again, pt2

a/n: hi babes

warnings: mentions of pills, slight smut, language (i thinkk)

pairing: none

summary: in which sam gets unexpected news causing her to call you up

word count: 0.9k

part 1

NEW YORK 2022

It's been 7 years since you've been in New York. You're wearing a white tee shirt, black bell bottoms medium high converse, a flannel, headphones, and well obviously your glasses. It's 12:27 A.M. Your friends wanted to meet up at a club, they thought you could loosen up a bit and hopefully find someone that you could well hookup with. You swore to yourself that you would fly back one day to Woodsboro to find Sam. That's if she didn't have a lover.

You pause your music, setting your headphones on the nape of your neck. Setting your hands inside your pockets, your friends come rushing out to greet you. Bella, one of the first friends you met there during high school when you had to transfer, went to go hug you, her arms drooped over your shoulders. Clearly drunk. You thought to yourself as you put your arms over her hugging her back.

"Tonight is the night Y/n will find a hookup!" You smiled awkwardly, as Bella slurs her words letting go of you, trying to find her balance. Your friends cheer as they walk back inside the club.

"You don't have to do this if your not comfortable." Your friend, Jules, stays behind with you.

"I rather much be spending time reading in my bed, but my my therapist said I have to be social." You smile at her, putting your arm around her.

"You have a therapist?" Jules smiles back at me.

You look over at Bella, smiling and enjoying herself. You point at her saying, "She's my therapist."

MODESTO 2022

Sam grabs her Anti-Physcotics from her pockets, quickly putting it in her mouth while downing her water that she grabbed from the floor besides her. Richie comes out eyeing Sam of what she's taking.

"Excuse me miss, what'd you just take?" Richie says, smiling while taking a seat next to Sam.

"Your boner pills, good luck getting it up now." Sam jokes.

"You are my boner pills." Sam's phone rings, seeing "POSSIBLE: Wes Hicks." She decides to ignore it.

"You're so cheesy."

Her phone rings again, debating or not to pick it up. What could go wrong?

"I need to take this." Sam gets up answering it, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Sam? Uh Tara was attacked." The way her face drops as she hears the news.

"What? Is she?"

"She's alive." She feels relief flow throughout her body, relaxing herself.

"She was... Stabbed."

"What-" Wes interrupts Sam.

"She made it through surgery, and the doctors said it went well, she's resting now, and I know you guys aren't in the best terms but- uh"

"I'm on my way." Sam breathes slowly her heart thudding through her ribcage.

"She's going to be okay, Sam."

"Do they know who did this..?"

"It's better if you come here."

"Wes." Sam says through the phone sternly.

"She said it was someone in a fucking Ghostface mask."

She hangs up, and Richie makes his way over to Sam.

"Is everything okay?"

"My sister was attacked."

"I gotta go."

"Woah, hey, hey, hey," Richie goes over to Sam, hugging her. "It's going to be okay."

NEW YORK

You wake up, propping yourself up with your elbows. You can feel your head pounding, you look to your right, seeing Bella next to your sleeping soundly. Wait.. No, god tell me I didn't sleep with her. Those words ran through your head, as you looked around seeing your shirt thrown to the other side of the room, your bra still intact around your body, and your flannel on the couch on the edge of her bed. You look to your left seeing your phone ringing.

"POSSIBLE: Samantha Carpenter."

"Sam.." You said lowly under your breath, getting up quickly, accidently falling causing a thud. You check up to see if Bella woke. Phew. Oh right! Sam! You whip your head over back to the nightstand, hovering your finger above the answer button. You press it, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door.

"Hello?"

"Y/n?" Sam says with worry in her voice. You can feel your body lighten up.

"Hey.. Sam." You feel a smile grow on your face.

"I need you.. to come back to Woodsboro. Something happened to Tara."

"What?" You said with a confused tone.

"Y/n, please, I'll explain it to you when you come."

"But I'm-" You hear the phone beep. Sam hung up. "in New York."

Fuck. Now how are you going to get out of Bella's apartment without her noticing.

"Y/n?"

Well too late to try and sneak out now. You open the door, and wave at her.

"Hey, Bells.. Sorry I had to use the bathroom real quick."

You grab your pants from the floor, putting one leg through the hole, and doing the same to the other. You grab your shirt putting your head first, and then your arm, casually getting stuck trying to find the hole.

"What happened last night?" You hear Bella ask you, as she covers herself with the blanket, sitting up in bed.

*FLASHBACK*

The door opens with a kick of Bella's shoe as she continued to kiss you. Your hands roam all over her body, playing with the hem of her shirt. She pulls back, allowing you to take off her shirt, and yours as well. You push her up against a wall, playing with the button of her jeans.

"Y/n." She moans out.

You feel weak in the knees hearing her say your name in that tone.

Next thing you know your both naked, a harness around your body with a dildo attached to it.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"I don't know," You lie, biting the inside of your cheek, "I was pretty wasted last night."

"Where are you going?" Bella ask a little sincere in her voice.

"California."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Bella, I gotta go."

"Wait, Y/n!"

You grab your headphones, and your backpack. Going to her front door.

"I love you, Bella." You opened the door, and left it at that.

Maybe you had a problem with those three words.

I love you.

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