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Title: web of obsession
part one | part two
Note: my Carlos obsession is back and it seems I can't stop writing about him.:3 hope you are having good day or night, drink water, eat healthy, if you have any requests I'm all ears <3
Summary:When you move into a charming new neighborhood, you catch the eye of Carlos Sainz, your next-door neighbor. What starts as friendly attention quickly spirals into a dark, possessive obsession. As Carlos’s behavior becomes increasingly intense and controlling, you realize you are trapped in the web of his dangerous love. Can you escape his clutches, or will his obsession consume you both?
Warnings: Dark themes, Possessive/obsessive behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Emotional distress, Implied non-consensual control,Dubious consent, Stockholm syndrome
You had just moved into your new apartment, excited to start a new chapter in your life. The neighborhood was charming, with cobblestone streets and blooming flowers adorning the windowsills. It was a refreshing change from the bustling city you had left behind. As you unpacked the last of your boxes, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and optimism about your future here.
Little did you know, someone had been watching you closely ever since you arrived. Carlos Sainz, your next-door neighbor, had noticed you the moment you stepped foot in the building. From his window, he observed you carrying boxes, arranging furniture, and finally, the way you smiled with satisfaction once everything was in place. He found himself drawn to you, your innocence and naivety awakening something dark and possessive within him.
Carlos had always been a private person, his life revolving around the high-speed world of Formula 1 racing. But there was something about you that captivated him. Your purity and unawareness of his growing obsession made you irresistible. He had to have you. He needed to protect you, to make sure no one else could ever come close to you.
One evening, as you were settling in with a cup of tea and a good book, you heard a knock on your door. Surprised, you opened it to find Carlos standing there, a charming smile on his face.
"Hi, I'm Carlos, your neighbor. I thought I'd come by and introduce myself," he said, his voice smooth and inviting.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Carlos. I'm [your name]," you replied, offering a shy smile.
"I noticed you moved in recently. If you need anything or have any questions about the area, feel free to ask," he offered, his eyes darkening slightly as he took in your innocent expression.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you," you said, genuinely appreciative of his offer.
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Over the next few days, Carlos made a habit of stopping by, offering to help with small tasks, bringing you groceries, and even inviting you out for coffee. You found his attention flattering and appreciated his kindness, unaware of the storm brewing within him.
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One night, as you were walking back to your apartment after a late shift at work, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you saw Carlos, his eyes intense and focused on you.
"Carlos, you scared me!" you exclaimed, your heart racing.
"I’m sorry, (Y/N). I was just making sure you got home safely. It's not safe for someone like you to be out alone at this hour," he said, his voice laced with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.
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As the weeks passed, Carlos's behavior grew increasingly intense. He would show up unannounced, his eyes filled with a dark hunger that made you uneasy. He would call you constantly, checking up on you, demanding to know where you were and who you were with.
One evening, you decided to confront him. "Carlos, I appreciate your concern, but I feel like you're becoming too... controlling. I need some space," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to you, his presence overwhelming. "You don’t understand, Mi amor. I’m doing this for you. I need to protect you. You’re mine," he growled, his voice dangerously low.
Fear gripped you as you realized the depth of his obsession. "Carlos, please, I need you to leave," you said, backing away.
But Carlos didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him. "You don’t get it, do you? I can't let you go. I won't let anyone else have you," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to break free from his grasp. "Carlos, this isn't right. You’re scaring me," you cried out, hoping to reach the man you once thought was kind and gentle.
But Carlos was beyond reason. His obsession had consumed him entirely, and he was determined to make you his, no matter the cost. "You belong to me, cariño. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means locking you away where no one else can touch you," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity.
You realized then that you were trapped, caught in the web of Carlos's dark and possessive love. And as he pulled you closer, you knew that your life would never be the same again.
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The next day, you woke up to find your phone missing. Frantically, you searched your apartment, but it was nowhere to be found. You decided to ask Carlos if he had seen it, even though you had your suspicions.
When you knocked on his door, he answered almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for you. "Carlos, have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere," you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.
He smiled, a chilling smile that sent a wave of dread through you. "No, I haven't seen it. Maybe you misplaced it," he said, but there was something in his eyes that told you he was lying.
You knew you needed to get away, to find help. But without your phone, you felt isolated and vulnerable. The next few days were a blur of Carlos's increasingly invasive presence and your mounting fear. He seemed to be everywhere, watching you, controlling your every move.
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One evening, as you were cooking dinner, Carlos let himself into your apartment with a spare key you didn’t know he had. He stood in the doorway, watching you with a dark intensity.
"Carlos, you can't just come in here uninvited," you said, trying to muster the courage to stand up to him.
"I told you, Mi amor, I'm doing this for you. I need to protect you," he replied, his voice eerily calm.
You felt a chill run down your spine. "Protect me from what? You're the one scaring me," you said, your voice trembling.
Carlos stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "You don't understand, cariño. You need me. Without me, you're vulnerable. Anyone could hurt you," he said, his voice taking on a desperate edge.
"You're the one hurting me, Carlos. This isn't love, this is obsession," you cried out, tears streaming down your face.
Carlos's expression hardened, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you close. "You don't get to decide what's best for you. I do. And I will keep you safe, even if it means keeping you here with me forever," he said, his voice a dangerous whisper.
Desperation surged through you, and you struggled against his grip. "Carlos, please, let me go," you begged, but his hold only tightened.
In a moment of sheer panic, you managed to break free and ran for the door. But Carlos was faster. He caught you, pinning you against the wall, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.
"Don't you see, cariño? You're mine. And I'll never let you go," he whispered, his voice filled with a terrifying mix of love and madness.
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Days turned into weeks, and Carlos's hold on you only tightened. He controlled every aspect of your life. You were not allowed to leave the apartment without him. He provided everything you needed, but it came at the cost of your freedom.
At first, you resisted, your spirit unbroken despite his oppressive behavior. But Carlos was relentless. He showered you with affection in his twisted way, blurring the lines between love and captivity. His touches became more intimate, more demanding, yet he always framed them as acts of love and protection.
One night, after a particularly intense confrontation, you found yourself in his arms, the weight of your fear and isolation bearing down on you. His hand gently stroked your hair as you lay against his chest, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.
"Cariño? you know I only do this because I love you," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.
"Love shouldn't feel like this," you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks.
Carlos tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "It’s the only way to keep you safe. You have to trust me," he insisted, his eyes dark and intense.
You wanted to scream, to push him away, but a part of you, worn down by the constant pressure, began to waver. His touch, once a source of fear, started to feel comforting in your desperate state. The line between captor and protector blurred further with each passing day.
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One evening, Carlos returned home to find you sitting on the couch, your expression distant. He knelt before you, taking your hands in his. "What's on your mind, mi amor?" he asked, his voice tender.
"I don't know what's real anymore," you confessed, your voice shaking. "I feel like I'm losing myself."
Carlos's grip tightened. "You're not losing yourself. You're finding your true place, with me. I’ll take care of you."
"I’ll take care of you, and you'll see that this is where you belong," Carlos whispered, his voice soothing yet laced with an unsettling authority.
You tried to pull your hands away, but his grip was firm. He moved closer, his eyes locked onto yours. There was an intensity there, a burning need that frightened you, yet you couldn’t tear yourself away from his gaze.
"Carlos, this isn't right," you said weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Shh, mi amor. You just need to relax and let me take care of everything," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
His lips lingered, trailing down your face, planting kisses on your cheeks and finally your lips. You froze, the mixture of fear and a strange sense of comfort paralyzing you. Carlos deepened the kiss, his hands moving to cradle your face, his touch both possessive and gentle.
You knew you should resist, that you should push him away, but his words and actions had begun to wear down your resolve. You felt a strange, unsettling warmth spreading through you, a part of your mind beginning to believe his twisted version of love.
Carlos sensed your hesitation and took advantage, his kisses becoming more urgent, his hands moving to your shoulders and down your arms, pulling you closer. Your heart pounded in your chest as he guided you to lie back on the couch, his body pressing against yours.
"Just let go, cariño. Let me love you," he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and intoxicating.
You whimpered softly, torn between the instinct to flee and the growing sense of submission. Carlos's hands roamed your body, his touch igniting a confusing mix of fear and desire. He was relentless, his need for control evident in every movement.
He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slipped beneath your shirt. You gasped, the sensation both foreign and electrifying. Carlos's kisses trailed down your neck, his lips leaving a burning path as he whispered sweet yet possessive words against your skin.
"I've dreamed of this, of having you all to myself," he murmured, his hands exploring your body with a fervent possessiveness. "You're mine, cariño, mine. No one else can ever have you."
Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to fight back, but your body betrayed you, responding to his touch in ways you couldn't control. His hands found their way to your waistband, and he deftly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down with a practiced ease. He kissed your stomach, his lips moving lower, and you shivered, torn between fear and a perverse sense of anticipation.
"Carlos, please," you whimpered, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or to continue.
He paused, looking up at you with a dark, intense gaze. "Please what, mi amor? Tell me what you want."
"I... I don't know," you admitted, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Carlos's expression softened, and he climbed back up to kiss away your tears. "It's okay, cariño. I'll make you understand. I'll show you how much I love you," he promised, his voice a dangerous mix of tenderness and possessiveness.
He captured your lips in another searing kiss, his hands resuming their exploration of your body. Your resistance crumbled further with each passing second, the lines between right and wrong blurring in the haze of his relentless attention.
Carlos was methodical, his actions deliberate and consuming. He undressed you with a slow, practiced ease, each piece of clothing falling away to reveal more of your vulnerable form. His kisses trailed down your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.
You felt helpless, trapped in his web of obsession, yet a part of you craved his touch, his approval. He made you feel wanted, cherished in his own twisted way, and that was a feeling you hadn't experienced in so long.
Carlos's hands found their way to your most intimate places, and you gasped, your body reacting instinctively to his touch. He watched your every expression, his eyes dark and hungry.
"See, cariño ? This is how it should be. Just you and me, together," he murmured, his voice hypnotic.
You closed your eyes, surrendering to the inevitable, your mind and body betraying you in the most intimate of ways. Carlos took you with a possessive passion, his love both a prison and a twisted form of salvation.
As the night wore on, you found yourself clinging to him, your emotions a chaotic whirlwind of fear, desire, and a growing sense of dependence. Carlos's obsession had consumed you both, binding you to him in a dark and inescapable embrace.
In the depths of your mind, a small voice screamed for freedom, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming force of Carlos's love. You were his, and he would never let you go.
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#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz f1#f1 fic#fanfic
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Chaotic D.E. Severus incorrect quotes
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Severus: Here's two facts about me.
Severus: 1. I hate hot people.
Severus: 2. I'm a hypocrite.
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Severus: Ok so, apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually severe psychological distress.
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Severus: I’m a multitasker!
Severus: I can disappoint fifteen people at once.
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Severus: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.
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Severus: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”
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Lucius: I think Barty is in trouble.
Severus: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.
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Lucius: Evan, gather the others. We need to have another Severus-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.
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Mulciber: Hey, Severus, where are you going?
Severus: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.
Severus: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.
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Regulus: So I have made the decision to trust you.
Severus: A horrible decision, really.
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Wilkes: How has life been treating you lately?
Severus: Horribly.
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Lucius, texting Narcissa: I had to pick up Severus early.
Narcissa: That’s alright. Has he been sick?
Lucius: No, not sick, he's just very upset because he had a hard day.
Narcissa: Wait, why did he have a hard day?
Lucius: He took his two pet snails to school with him today, and he had the snails in his book bag. He let out the snails by the sink in the back of the potions classroom for some exercise, and Professor Slughorn thought they were snails that escaped the jars from his ingredient cupboard, so he used Severus’s snails in a potion for demonstration.
Narcissa: Oh my god.
Lucius: I know you are laughing, Cissa, but please act sad about it when we get home today.
Narcissa: I’ll try but that is hilarious.
Lucius: Yeah, I know. Stupid pet snails.
Lucius: I’m trying not to let Severus see me laugh.
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Severus: Do you want this handful of moss?
Voldemort: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss?
Severus: Damn, you could’ve just said no.
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Severus: Yeah I'm LGBT.
Severus: cuLt leader.
Severus: God hates me personally.
Severus: Bitchy.
Severus: *sniffles* Trying my best.
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Voldemort: I assume you realize that this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated in this house.
Severus: Is there any kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?
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Lucius: Hi, I'm Severus Snape's emergency contact.
Counter Woman: You're here to pick him up?
Lucius: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.
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Genuine shower thought coming to you live from standing naked in front of the sink, but I think the reason it took me like a full 8 years of confusion to land on being just a guy is that I really never had any of the “I wish I was a boy” or specific ideal selves in my mind, just knew I hated being a girl and had to slowly figure out I hated any other option as well lol. In the end I’m still not extremely passionate about my specific identity, or conscious of being a man all the time, but relieved to have found a way to exist that doesn’t cause distress. Feel like the process of DIY-ing it is more important than the end goal here, the ability to free yourself from that other life? Idk. I talk to a lot of people who are working towards something they’ve always wanted and I feel instead like I’m just getting better at patching wounds over time. This isn’t defeatist or anything I just think the different ways we understand our own identities even within the same category of trans are interesting.
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Can I please request Jason with a reader who just found out that the puppies they gave up for adoption died?
You see, a long time ago I rescued a dog from the street, who had puppies, unfortunately I couldn't keep them and I gave them up for adoption to someone who I thought would take good care of them, now I just discovered that that person left the puppies wander the streets and were poisoned by another person (who doesn't even deserve to be called a person) and I'm just dealing with the situation very badly
I especially chose Jason because you mentioned that he has also rescued and fostered puppies before, so he would probably understand this better than anyone.
I'm sorry if this seems too specific, I just wanted to vent too. :(
I’m very sorry that happened to you, I wish you well.
I didn’t get specific in how the fostered puppies passed to be more open and so I didn’t have to go into detail about their passing.
I said, a long while ago, that Jason fosters puppies, and I do still believe in and support that headcanon. He started doing it as a way to help with his attachment issues and a way to learn how to be able to let go. When he started dating you he didn't expect you to help out, after all, it's just something he had been doing and taking responsibility for. However, you jumped right in with helping him raise them and taking care of them, and he had grown incredibly happy over the turn of events. Caring for the puppies and finding them new homes was much more enjoyable with you by his side.
However, adoptions don't always go the way you want them to. This was not the first time that the puppies adopted out by Jason had passed, but it was the first time it had happened with puppies the two of you had raised together. It's never easy, having to learn something like this, but this time was particularly hard for Jason to process and go through. The two of you had fostered them together, raised them together, they had a piece of you with them, and for Jason, it felt like he was losing a piece of the two of you with those poor puppies. The two of you mourned them together, but Jason would not be able to move past this for a while. Normally he would go right back into fostering a new group of puppies after adopting out the previous pairs, but this time he needed a break, he needed to cope. Jason's attachment issues are also very trying in a time like this, making him think that he shouldn't have adopted them out and that he should keep all of them, which he knows is the opposite of how this works. Of course, you had grown worried for him, with how shut down and somber he had become, and you did your best to help him.
Jason couldn't put into words how much he appreciated you being there for him and helping him through this. He was especially clingy with you, not wanting to be far from your side at a time like this. I think something he might do with you, to pay his respects, is make a little spot out in the mansion cemetery for them. The two of you crafted a little tombstone and brought their favorite toys up there with you to leave for them. Jason was the one who suggested it, as I think he'd feel better if he had a specific place like this to remember them rather than avoiding the foster area of his workshop out of fear of remembering them and getting distressed. I think with your help he will begin to make a recovery, looking back on the time the two of you got to spend with the puppies fondly. Soon, he'll go back into fostering, and bring in a new group for the two of you to look after, but for now, he just wants to spend more time with you and make sure that the two of you are taking care of your mental health.
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I don’t really know what I’m talking about but I think with Lloyd it all comes back to control, or like, the lack thereof in his life.
Cuz there’s the obvious bit with the whole destiny thing, where he doesn’t have control over the direction his life is going. Him wanting to relax with his family or spend time with his dad doesn’t matter; that’s not his decision to make. It’s all up to fate in the end. Then there’s the other thing with Morro’s possession, in which he loses basic control over his own body. I don’t even think I need to explain this one too deeply, it’s easily the most traumatic thing that’s happened to him (Splinter in the Blind Man’s Eyes says that pretty explicitly, even if it’s only like half canon)
And I think it all comes out in how he tries to deal with his visions in dr season 2. Cuz he can’t control when they come, and he tries so hard to make them go away but he can’t. Even beyond the distressing nature of the visions themselves, the whole situation must have been awful, just because he couldn’t really do anything about it.
(Also just a brief side note abt a thought I had that’s like, tangentially related to all this: there’s that nightmare he mentions in dr season 1, when Dorama’s freaky puppet thing comes to life. It’s a funny throwaway line but also. If you would allow me to get psychoanalytical for a sec. Maybe he’s having dreams abt puppets cuz like, subconsciously or whatever he feels like he’s been manipulated or “puppeteered” throughout his life.)
#welcome back to my late night ninjago thoughts. that puppet thing has been bouncing around my head for a bit lol#also consider: transgender Lloyd. idk why I just felt like mentioning that 👍#ninjago#lego ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lloyd garmadon
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After the maze of emotions that Celeste felt and tried to ignore, she was able to control herself a little and managed to get into Hyunjin's car on her way home, on a successful night, after her first date in general. Along the way she analyzed Hyunjin and tried to convince herself that… somehow and another, he had to go and developing feelings for him would be in vain, she would end up missing him hopelessly… plus she wasn't one hundred percent sure if Hyunjin saw her that way; but on the other hand there was Chris…. Chris would be there, looking so good and being her teacher for long months of torture, since she promised herself to establish distance, besides living next door to her was agony. She couldn't stop thinking about him, his handsome silhouette even just waiting for a cotton candy. And the coincidences of things, why did she have to see him everywhere? Celeste thought maybe there was a reason.
She thought about him, the agility of his hands, his long fingers, and his concentrated image, she felt a little bad, but it was time for her to admit that she was completely attracted to her professor and mature neighbor. How could she not like him? Plus they could carry on a conversation without any trouble at all. He was interested in the same things, and he was so kind and friendly showing interest in every single thing Celeste had to say, suddenly Celeste's lack of affection was triggered like crazy as she found someone with the initiative to want to get to know her and, for the first time in twenty years she felt the immense need for attention, but not from just anyone, just specifically Chris's attention.
Celeste looked at Hyunjin for a few seconds, quickly marking the differences between him and Chris driving, but without a doubt, they had something in common she thought, they both looked so handsome doing the slightest thing. Then suddenly, like a hormonal beginner, she blushed and began to feel strangely hot and, horny.
Dirty thoughts invaded Celeste's mind, she wondered if she should try to make it all like a movie, where the girl invites the guy to spend the night after a date in anticipation of a sexual encounter but… she had never gone that far, she was afraid of ruining it since she was a total inexperienced and incompetent to sex, or at least to its practice; she was already an adult of course she knew what it was about and the infinity of subjects it covers but, her slight perfectionism distressed her knowing she couldn't be good. The sensation was also new to her, it had been years since she had felt a sexual desire and suddenly, a release of built up tension in her body at such an inopportune time as she was simply sitting next to her classmate. What bothered her most about the feeling of being aroused, was that she couldn't control who she was aroused by, she thought all the time about Chris.
Hyunjin tried to strike up a conversation with her, he was so curious about the famous star pianist; it was the reason why he talked to her in the first place and, because there was something about her that caught his attention right away, that she was a shy artist with a sweet but sad look. Hyunjin knew that once the semester was over he would have to go back to Seoul, that he should be a crazy college student living his best life far away from his country… but no, he was not like that, so he saw himself reflected in the peaceful Celeste. Since he met her, he kept a distance, not wanting to relate too much with Celeste, because he knew how emotional he could be… and once the affair was over and he had to leave, it would hurt too much not to see Celeste; but still there he was, taking her on a date, giving his best so she wouldn't like him too much.
After a while, she almost sighed as she saw that they had finally arrived at her house, she tried to calm down, she knew that sudden bursts of excitement were so common in women and she should blame it on the fact that maybe she was ovulating… but she couldn't manage to calm herself down.
“Thank you, it was a lot of fun today.” she smiled at Hyunjin.
“Sure, let's go somewhere else some other time.” he told her, watching his pretty companion get out of the car.
Just at that moment, Chris was also passing by on the street in his car, about to park it in his garage as he had come in from a spontaneous night out with Leah, she had dialed him during the afternoon almost begging him to take her to the carnival in town, Chris couldn't say no, he would never say no to anything his adored and precious Leah could tell him, but he was a little sick of having to return home every time they saw each other, he was looking forward to the weekend, only then could he stay at her apartment, or she can finally sleep in his arms in his new home.
As he drove by he couldn't help but notice the car parked in front of Celeste's home, and her getting out of the car… curiosity tingled Chris… who dropped Celeste off?
Celeste got out of Hyunjin's car and almost ran into her house, she was absolutely alone, her mother was with her older sister, she hadn't seen her father since yesterday and her brother was on a little school trip for academic competition. Celeste was so horny that she thought it was a waste that she could get someone into her room without any trouble, but there was only her.
Once she went upstairs to her room, she felt the slight dampness of her pussy touch her underwear and the garments were beginning to suffocate her, she was so new to this sensation that in an impulsive movement she began to undress quickly, ready to turned off the fire in her with a shower. As she stripped off her clothes, she could notice her reflection in her full-length mirror. She looked at herself for a few moments, naked… thinking about the intimacy of sex, thinking that she should be as she is now when she finally decides to start her sexually active life.
She looked at all the angles of her naked body, not out of vanity, but reflecting that maybe being a virgin in her twenties was not so bad, she was an adult and if she decided to start having sex, it would be the most normal thing, she was not just another young girl, she wanted to convince herself that she was a woman with needs, the need to also be touched by another man, and her mind could only project someone.
And that someone… to her surprise, he was able to enjoy her close-up show.
Chris returned from the carnival and felt dirty as he spent time in the crowd and the slight dirt kicked up by the air, without further ado he headed exhausted to his room, tossing his phone on the bed and ready to grab a couple of products he still had packed as was his skin care, in a suitcase under his window, but there it was again, the bright light from his student's room sneaking through his room, Chris didn't bother to turn on the light switch, he always liked the dark and was very well suited to it. He sighed in frustration, as he concentrated on removing his thick chains and bracelets of his wrists, so he could shower better and, thinking that one of you had to set boundaries right now, no longer leaving the window without the curtain… in disgust, Chris thought it would have to be him, by taking care of Celeste, though Chris wasn't sure what he should be taking her care of… Himself? Besides she had been living there longer and it was him invading her space and routine, maybe having the window unprotected was most normal for her since no one lived next to her for a long time.
Chris was diagonal to his window, ready to grab his stuff and go to the bathroom but, once he looked up, his body took a big impression that it was even hard to move from there, paralyzing himself. Chris wondered: what the fuck was Celeste doing standing in front of her mirror naked?
Chris opened his eyes in shock and swallowed nervously, after seconds he looked down sharply… he was so shocked that he couldn't think of anything else, no matter he closed his eyes tightly and averted his gaze; the image of Celeste bending down while sliding her underwear off, played vividly in his mind.
Helplessness gripped Chris's body, and, misplaced by adrenaline, his heart raced and he clenched his fists tightly… he didn't want to do it, he really wanted to turn away and not see her, or at least Chris was trying to fool himself, and couldn't she see him too, hidden in the dark?
Shaking with excitement, he shook his head slightly and opened his eyes again, watching Celeste analyze her body, he could see the glorious reflection of the front of her body through the mirror, showing a nice view of her breasts and well cared pussy.
Chris was so excited all of a sudden, he bit his lip only thinking about how much he wanted to grab her around the waist roughly and penetrate her hard, giving her a good reason to cry. The only moving muscles in his body was his uncontrolled chest, rising and falling heavily with fury, his throbbing hard cock and his eyes moving exhaustively recording every inch of Celeste. She was looking so exquisite to him, he thought, her round ass I'd do anything to pound it right now, her delicate nipples, shit, she was so hot.
And what turned Chris on the most was Celeste's carefree movements, looking this way and that of every millimeter of her body…. Chris thought she looked so innocent but of there was such a high possibility that her actions were the opposite, undressing and leaving her window wide open, looking for an excuse to provoke him and, if that was the goal, she was doing so fucking well, Chris wanted to corrupt Celeste by misbehaving, going around provoking and heating up her teacher.
Chris wanted to possessed her body right now, he wanted her so badly, but he had more left to do than fantasize and stand still watching.
Celeste was so focused on the strange but pleasurable feeling of her wet folds and pussy every time she moved her legs, she was so exasperated that she only decided to go into her bathroom, she washed her hands and sat on the cold marble of her sink, opening her legs and trying to stimulate herself, only for a few seconds her fingers felt so good the softness inside her, but it was not enough, she sighed in frustration and withdrew her fingers, wishing deep inside her that it was Chris touching her.
And on the other hand, for Chris, only seeing her leave could bring him back to reality, he let out a deep sigh and shook his head softly; he didn't want her to leave, he lowered his gaze to her heavy hard bulge drowned in his pants, licked his lips and exasperated thought that she should be there finishing what she caused, it wasn't fair.
Once she turned around with her back to his window, Chris came to his senses and felt incredibly guilty, giving him little twinges in his chest berating himself Chris, what did you do?
He had been so carried away by desire and pleasure that he didn't think clearly, he wanted to convince himself that the one to blame was Celeste who was strutting her ass like a slut, but he knew he was just as much to blame for watching and worse, fantasizing about her.
Chis groaned as he felt the friction of his pants as he walked and slid his curtain down hard, he was so wrapped up in arousal that he struggled all the way to his bathroom where he slowly removed his pants and let out a sigh again as he felt the fabric of his underwear rub against his cock until he released it, exposing his swollen, sensitive dick, hard as a rock, in need of attention.
It seemed absurd to him that he was so turned on by just seeing her naked… as if he had never seen another woman naked before, he was so hungry for action that he gasped when his hand held his erection, he felt so bad that it was Celeste that was the reason for his arousal, to think of her in every possible position at Chris's mercy.
He finally removed all his clothes and felt the warm water fall on his body, the truth was he wanted an excuse for more noise in the room as he was about to masturbate and, he knew it was impossible for her to hear his panting, it still caused him to panic that he would somehow be discovered, as if masturbating was suddenly a crime… but it was for him, at least thinking of Celeste that way, since he had a girlfriend.
Chris took his cock, closed his eyes in pleasure and began to move his hand up and down its length imagining that it was Celeste, that it was her delicate and skillful piano hands holding his cock, caressing it mercilessly, Chris imagined her wet pussy making noise as he penetrated her with force and her sweet tears sliding down her angelic face as she cried out and begged for more, her lips, oh her lips, he thought, enjoying his manhood as if it were a sweet lollipop. Chris increased the pace of his touches, sliding his hand hard and pulling his erection as he gasped uncontrollably, it felt so good, and he knew it would feel a thousand times better when his fantasy was complete. He forgot the last time he felt masturbation this good, making him climax between whimpers, cumming in his hand and his semen shooting out, mixing with the water of the shower, mindlessly babbling Celeste's name once he felt his load spurt out.
Chris tried to catch his breath as the water trickled down his back. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. He tried to gaslight himself, arguing that it was as if he had seen something pornographic that caused him sudden arousal, many men in a relationship consumed porn, although Chris was never one of those men, he had no need to watch it since every time he wanted sex or to feel pleased, he expressed it without problem to his girlfriend and, despite their former distance, she was always ready for him, no matter the time difference, agreeing to do facetime sex… but today, today everything was different for Chris, tonight it was just about Celeste.
He tried to calm down and carry on without thinking too much about her, but he couldn't sleep, he was between the dilemma of desire for his student, and what an incredibly bad person he was being to his girlfriend, he didn't deserve her.
For her part, Celeste came out wrapped in her towel and stood static, feeling her blood pressure drop in fright at the sight of her uncovered window, she always forgot that detail, she hated herself for being so clueless, with embarrassment she saw that Chris’s window was covered and prayed that it had been that way for a long time… otherwise he had seen her naked and needy. Celeste walked over and pulled down her blinds in complete sorrow.
Private enough, because… if Chris saw her naked, she wouldn't want him to witness what she was about to do, she didn't want him to think she was sexually depraved. Celeste got ready for bed, made herself comfortable, grabbed her cell phone and headphones as she quickly searched her private browser for adult sites, bored and hopeless. The last time she had watched porn was a year ago when her friend who now resides in Melbourne, told Celeste about her sexual experience with a college boy…. Celeste out of curiosity took it upon herself to investigate as she told herself that's what girls her age should be doing, enjoying their sexuality if they wanted to… but the explicit images had no effect on her.
Who knew that a year later, she would finally feel the need to be touched. What started out exciting her, making her rub her legs together to feel the delicious pressure of her folds, ended up frustrating her, she sighed in annoyance, she didn't want to satisfy herself based on videos on her screen, she wanted to feel it for real, she wanted to be fucked by her handsome older neighbor, and it made her angrier the fact that there was a small chance that it would happen, after all he was a man, by matters of fate, always close to her, having alone encounters… but her chances would plummet if she found out that Chris had a girlfriend.
A couple of videos later, her libido waning a bit and it was all about visual teaching for her, she watched in detail how the sex videos unfolded until she happened to come across a video of a guy whose broad back and worked body and skin exactly Chris's tone, reminded her of him in seconds, god bless the internet, Celeste thought. And his cock was so visually cute, she thought; once again she was annoyed and sexually frustrated.
And between sighs and a wet pussy, she closed her browser tabs and left her cell phone on the furniture next to her bed, trying to sleep. But to her misfortune, when she woke up… her subconscious tricked her so much, Celeste woke up confused and agitated, still not fully conscious but she instantly remembered her first wet dream with Chris.
She wanted to feel joyful, but only felt more miserable fantasizing about him and not being able to have him. The rest of the dream was a blur, she didn't remember the circumstances of why she was with him, but she remembered the encounter so clearly, in the music room at the university, Chris fucking her nonstop, him sitting on chair in front of the piano, ramming her hard while her back was to him, ruining every inch of Celeste's fragile body, the grip on his waist felt so real and his cock inside…. Celeste thought porn ruined her brain. The poor girl went back to taking a shower to clear her head so she wouldn't feel so wet.
Simultaneously, that morning for Chris, he unexpectedly woke up to a big surprise, a morning erection, Chris couldn't believe it, self touching himself to cease it, was not his ideal way to start the day.
[…]
Chris's class was about to begin, he pondered the idea that he was an adult capable of keeping his sanity and not getting carried away by temptations and impulses. He was calm, until he saw Celeste walk through that door wearing a short skirt again; she couldn't help it, she loved simple feminine things and her closet was full of those garments.
Chris examined her, incredulous that she could be capable of making him lose his temper a little…like a hormonal teenager.
He cleared his throat and began his lecture normally, avoiding the naked image of his student sitting up front and forgetting the fact that he masturbated to her image in his head the night before, and increasingly praying internally that he wouldn't get an unexpected erection.
He could see her suddenly, so innocently sitting next to her table partner, but the truth was that she was not the least bit at ease, her fantasies began to surface again, once again making her pussy uncomfortable, she swung her legs around, staring at the desk, thinking of typical student-teacher porn videos. Celeste saw the tightness of his shirt to his arms, his bracelets on his wrists, his long fingers and his incredible handsome bearing. She couldn't sigh, but she was certainly overthinking too much.
“See you guys at rehearsal today” Chris advised once the class concluded.
And he watched her walk away, leaving him a little breathless.
“Let's go eat” suggested Hyunjin to Celeste.
She adored Hyunjin, he was shy, energetic and witty, her cheeks get tired from smiling so much when she was with him, definitely the guy you want to hold your hand and watch some movie with, and not someone to visualize destroying your insides... but with Chris she wanted the whole package, cuddles and splendid sex.
[…]
Hours later, Chris tried to pull himself together as quickly as possible, he was an adult after all, not a horny teenage kid and, just two minutes later than his scheduled class time, he walked through the noisy front door drawing the attention of his students. It was to be their first rehearsal as a group, for him.
Chris was randomly angry, mostly frustrated at not being able to touch Celeste. She noticed, it wasn't the same relaxed expression he had in the morning... he looked tense and despot... somehow she found him attractive but wondered what had him like that.
As if somehow it was possible, Chris's already sharp eyes became darker and sharper, he looked at each of his students, taking a special visual pause at Celeste and continued to say in his detonating tone:
“Okay, I want you to introduce yourselves and tell me what instrument you play.”
The class started and Celeste noticed that in a way he was taking his anger out on her, at first she noticed it normal, telling her to play the piece again and perfect it… but after the fifth time she felt it personal, he even sat next to her insinuating that her technique was not right, Celeste couldn't believe it, she didn't believe how incredibly asshole he was behaving when yesterday he spoke to her so sweetly and told her that he admired her playing. It irritated her so much that he became overbearing, that he scolded her every 5 seconds and wanted to impart his way of teaching as if a know-it-all.
Chris was annoyed, something in him took over his feelings when it came to her, his star student, which Chris only wanted her to be the best and always stand out above everyone else… or at least he thought so. He thinks Celeste is too talented to settle for being part of an orchestra, she was a diamond in the rough that if she put her mind to it she could become a great composer or a recognized soloist. That's why he was putting pressure on her, since apparently Chris realized that she was so good at acting like a slut too, flirting with his other student, Hyunjin, and purposely stripping with her window open to tease him so well, and wearing those mini skirts… If she wanted to be a big girl she had to endure the hard life and behave like one, Chris wanted her to prove to him that she could do it on her own, making it excellent, like a very good girl.
Hyunjin also noticed Chris's strange behavior on all the students, especially on Celeste, he noticed his stern looks at her and the way only with her he bent his body in a certain way… but then it was his turn, Chris was also harsh and critical of the way Hyunjin played the violin.
“Again, Burton.” commanded Chris domineeringly.
Celeste sighed in annoyance, rolling her eyes and started playing again, but within seconds, he interrupted her.
“You want to have a solo?” he said to Celeste.
She frowned, looking up at him, Chris leaned towards her waiting for an answer, Celeste replied in a rude manner emitting a sound, “Mmh?” she replied, to which he quickly looked at her in a threatening manner for her rude reply, which immediately, Celeste stirred from her seat and retracted saying in a softer tone:
“Excuse me?”
“That if you would like to have your solo.”
Celeste nodded, looking at him with her big, sympathetic eyes, driving Chris crazy in seconds.
“Then perfect it.”
He said curtly despite the fact that she touched a soft spot inside him. Finally class ended and practically all the students sighed in relief that they were free of Professor Bang for the rest of the day.
Celeste was annoyed with Chris, she felt humiliated in front of her classmates, so once the bell rang, she quickly stood up from her seat, causing Chis to back away from his approach to her, and walked over to Hyunjin who kept the violin in its case, she wanted to ignore him Chris. Hyunjin smiled warmly at her and leaned close to her ear to whisper:
“Are you okay? Don't you think Mr. Bang was a little hard on you?”
She watched him as he pulled away from her ear, inches from her face, he looked so cute and tender with his concerned and submissive expression, so tender that Celeste wanted to squeeze his cuddly cheeks, she needed attention and warm treatment after being treated badly. Celeste nodded softly with a smile on her face, he returned the gesture, they were so close to each other, their mischievous glances passed from their eyes to each others’s lips.
“You have to do your best at rehearsals since it's only once a week when I see you. See you in your next class.”
The rest of the students gave their teacher lazy looks, one girl or another wondering if he fucked hard and demanded too much in sex as he taught his class. Everyone was moving except Celeste and Hyunjin, locked in their world, Chris noticed it when the boys obstructing their view of her retreated and his blood flowed fast through his veins at seeing her so close to that boy.
“Celeste,” he called her, interrupting her.
She turned to see him, still annoyed, his nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths.
“Come here.” he ordered her.
She walked slowly towards him and, Chris in a low voice said:
“Make sure you bring me your composition, you can show me at my place later.”
Celeste stared into his eyes, his suspicious, gravelly voice made her pussy react, she couldn't hate him for the world, even after being hard on her… he had her totally captivated. She nodded submissively and snapped back to reality once Chris took a step back.
[…]
The rest of the afternoon Celeste kept thinking about Chris having invited her directly but indirectly to his house… she was so nervous, thinking of the endless possibilities. All the scenarios in her head, yet she wanted to give him her best work. That day Celeste was working playing the piano in a refined little girls's ballet class, she went there only a few days and the owner let her stay late practicing on the piano. So she tried everything, seriously wanting to give her best project to Chris so he would stop nagging that his technique was correct and not hers.
After leaving, she wanted to try to eat, but couldn't from nerves, she went straight home and thought it was the necessary time to go visit him, plus take a slight peek if his car was found. She completely fixed herself, took a shower, fixed her hair, put her make up again and started to make a mess trying to look for her nicest skirt and before leaving, she clearly took the sheets with musica that she considered to be her best work… if it was not so good she could excuse herself playing a little with him by asking him for support in getting better, to teach her, wanting to create tension between them.
Celeste was scared to death, today was the day, she honestly didn't care about anything, she finally liked someone and didn't want to let him go, she would earn it.
She arranged her hair once she crossed the gate to his driveway, she saw every detail of the entrance to his house and… letting out a sigh, she knocked softly on his door, she couldn't help it, she had a big smile on her face, she could already visualize Chris opening the door, what will he be wearing? she thought. Will he wear comfortable clothes once he is home?
However, she was greeted to someone she wasn't expecting at all, Celeste's smile faded and her little excitement and hopes died there, around 8 o'clock at night.
“Can I help you with something?” spoke the girl who greeted Celeste.
It was Leah who, to Chris's surprise as well, suddenly appeared at his house. Leah examined the girl, puzzled as to what a pretty, dressed up girl was doing knocking on her boyfriend's door at night.
Celeste blinked suddenly in disbelief.
“Oh, it's nothing just…I'm here to drop something off to…”
Celeste shifted the folder nervously in her hands.
“Celeste.” appeared Chris meters away, behind his girlfriend.
There he was, indeed wearing more comfortable clothes once he's home. He looked so cute that Celeste's heart broke again; it was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend, she could tell by the possessive look she was giving Chris. She had to step back off, she wasn't going to be one of those girls.
Celeste smiled at him and Leah looked at both of them wrong, feeling left out between the strange appearance of a girl she didn't know, and the slightly excited tone of her boyfriend calling her name. She didn't want an explanation, she needed one.
Chris approached them both and Celeste without thinking held out the folder, which he took with a smile.
“Thanks, I'll look it over.”
The poor girl didn't want to stand there for another second watching the happy couple, so she was quick to say:
“Thanks, I have to go.”
Chris gave her a simple nod of his head and Celeste turned, walking quickly home repeating fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again.
Leah closed the door and looked at Chris waiting for an answer, now.
“Celeste?” she said in an annoyed tone.
“She's my student, she came to deliver some sheet music I asked for.” said Chris downplaying it and walking away from Leah.
“Why did you ask a student to come all the way to your house for a little extra credit?” she spoke irritated following her boyfriend.
“Don't be silly, she lives next door.”
“That doesn't make it any better.”
Chris smiled at how adorable Leah looked jealous, to which he walked over to her, squeezed her forearms and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. In a way Chris did feel guilty, he masturbated thinking and fantasizing about another woman and the uncontrollable feelings betrayed him, impulsively inviting her home, he didn't know what he was thinking. He believed that only this time Leah had every right to be upset.
Actually in a way he was grateful for Leah's sudden visit; he had no idea what he would do alone with Celeste in the dining room of his home with absolutely no one around.
Celeste arrived home sad, almost in tears, she had wasted a nice outfit and lost her chances of being with Chris.
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Chris followed his rule and didn't want to spy on Celeste for a second, his curtain remained there.
After Celeste handed him her work, he couldn't wait and once Leah left, he sat down at the piano at home and started playing the beautiful melody, satisfied, he smiled, he knew Celeste wouldn't disappoint him, he was already looking forward to talk to her about the topic in practice.
On Thursday, Chris had to cover a class since he wasn't supposed to be at the university until his daily practice with Celeste, but he still took care of the matter quickly.
Celeste was sad that on Thursdays there was no class with Bang, yet she was glad at the same time that she could rest from their embarrassing encounter yesterday, all dolled up and made up for nothing. But to discover that she had a pretty girlfriend.
It was lunch time, so he decided that he would go visit Leah, he wanted to grab lunch at his girlfriend's favorite place, it was her day off work and, he could not stand to be locked in the same radar as Celeste for a second, he did not want to eat alone in his office or in the teacher's room, much less go back home where he would instantly remember that pale pink room that was the owner of his deepest fantasies. So he drove to his girlfriend's building, who wasn't answering his messages and Chris figured it was because on her days off she usually wakes up late.
Chris greeted the doorman, whose man recognized him and let him in with no problem, Chris had the key to Leah's apartment that she herself had given him for any kind of occasion, if she didn't answer, he would enter without any problem.
He knocked on Leah's door, she, who thought it was the delivery guy and found it strange that the lobby staff didn't let her know that the guy was already on his way, still, she opened the door in seconds finding a smiling Chris.
"Channie" she sighed in surprise.
"Hi, love" Chris fleetingly kissed Leah. "You're awake."
Leah turned pale and stood stiffly in the doorway expressing intense fear. Chris didn't notice and walked into the apartment, Leah reacted quickly.
"Hi. What are you doing here?" she replied nervously.
Chris turned to see her, this time concerned about her expression.
"Let's go eat at your favorite coffee shop since I have a few hours before I go back to college... are you okay?" leaned Chris a little towards her, who was avoiding eye contact with him and wearing a sexy loose silk nightgown to sleep.
"I'm feeling a little sick... can we go another day?"
Chris was instantly disturb and took his girlfriend's trembling hands, thankful that he was there if she was feeling ill. He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in the eye, Chris saw for the first time an unfamiliar look in her, one of genuine fear and terror; suddenly amidst the silence, the sound of the shower turning on was present. Chris was so puzzled, between the strange look on his girlfriend's face and that sound, incredulously, he said:
"Were you about to take a bath?" he turned away from Leah for a few seconds, he sensed something incredibly wrong.
And there it was his worst nightmare. As he took a few inevitable steps that Leah couldn't stop it, on the floor beside the couch, men's clothes lay, tie and white button-down shirt and, on the couch, a black briefcase.
Chris swallowed and his jaw instantly tensed, his vision blurred, almost wanting to lose his balance as his heart began to pound, at the same time as he felt his chest tear in two for the first time. He didn't want to believe it, it was impossible that this was what he thought it was. He turned quickly to look at Leah in denial, waiting for her to say something nonsensical and that it wasn't what he believed. But the signs were so clear: Leah's thick tears streaming down her face, another man's personal items strewn about and the sound of scolding.... Chris thought the son of a bitch was just standing there like it was nothing, taking a shower in the place where he made love to Leah before.
"No... please don't, Leah, no you.. please don't" Chris almost whined, denying that the love of his life had been unfaithful to him.
She couldn't speak, she had been speechless, she didn't have something to say to him, she couldn't apologize for something so terrible.
Chris waited a second clinging to a drop of hope that all this was just a horrible nightmare and that he could wake up soon, that she would tell him it was a misunderstanding, that she would never betray him like that, but her silence gave it all away. It was a horrible physical pain, as if he had exercised non-stop and was out of breath, heartbroken he tried to walk to the door to leave. Leah gently took him by the arm and whispered, "Chris." He quickly disengaged from her lazy touch and said now full of rage and without even turning to look at her, "Fuck you."
And he walked out of the building still in a state of shock, heartless, thinking that this was the end of three years of his life dedicated to someone, losing them in an instant. Chris got into his car and emotions took the strongest of him, crying, crying for the woman he knew as well as he knew himself, for whom he kissed under the moon grateful to find someone like her, who knew his fears and his most insignificant details as silly as knowing his favorite discontinued childhood snack.
What will I do now? he asked himself. He felt empty, weak and listless. Chris silenced his phone in case she suddenly insisted, he didn't want to see her even as a joke, not even because if it was the end of the world he would never run into her again; so he drove aimlessly, to what the remains of his heart took him to the beach. People taking their morning walks, walking their pets, taking advantage of the great clouds that the Sydney sky offered on a day like that. And, although they both loved the beach, the place never made him feel homesick.
[…]
Chris tried to calm down and, among the darkness, there was a light, his light had a name and she was sitting waiting for him, her posture straight, moving her feet waiting for him to arrive. Once he saw her, he smiled, for the first time in hours. Celeste turned in his direction once she felt his presence enter, she was so sad that she no longer had a motivation, like trying to flirt with her teacher.
Chris sat down next to her, immediately feeling her like a warm embrace just by having her close.
Celeste looked at him closely, waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at her.
“Did you like... the composition?” she asked uncomfortably having him close, speaking to him more formally.
“I think it’s great.” he whispered without clearing his gaze from her lips.
Celeste was going crazy... she knew that was flirting in a way, she didn't want to get involved in that way, she had to cut his game no matter how much she liked him.
“You won't change your mind next week and tell me to perfect it in front of the whole class?” she mentioned, lowering her gaze to the piano keyboard, if bearing to be so close to his face.
Chris examined everything about her... Thinking it was no longer a sin to desire her. He wanted to taste every part of her, from her incredible artistic talent, to her most intimate place.
He let out a chuckle, they were going to review their composition today but, Chris thought better of it and took advantage of that.
“I think we can still work on it a bit” he told her softly and leaned over pretending he was going to look for the copy in his briefcase, until he sat up and with a grimace of displeasure said, “But I forgot it at home, why don't we try something else today and if you can come to my house to see your composition that would be fine with me.”
It was a damn lie, Celeste's composition was in his bag, but the combination of her and him alone in his house was something he desperately longed for to happen. Chris wondered if she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to do it to her. But he could tell, her odd behavior, her pleading eyes, she just needed a push, a cue and Chris was about to give it all to her, he needed her so badly.
Celeste didn't know what to say, she hated being so submissive when it came to him... but with her heart racing she thought it wasn't a crime to be near him, she wouldn't try anything, she swore, she just wanted the closeness of the man she secretly liked.
She nodded.
The rest of the practice Chris tried to build tension and succeeded with flying colors, Celeste's amused and nervous reaction was... something that made him sigh.
Throughout their time together Celeste also noticed his slightly red eyes and his thick nose due to his nasal breathing being a little clogged, she thought if... it could be that Chris was crying.
“Do you want to go to my place now… I mean, also you place, since you next door” Chris said a little nervous and with a more relaxed tone, just as if they were friends.
They just finished their session and Chris was more than needy for her, to finally know him, he was so ready just with a simple yes of her.
Celeste looked at him, so gorgeous with his dark hair and strong manly appearance, she wanted him that it hurt her, she thought all the morning about his girlfriend, about how good he’d treat her, how she can get him everyday whenever she wants, she never felt so envious before.
“I have to work” she simply said, cutting off all her fantasies.
“Do you need a ride?”
She saw him again, almost biting her lip not knowing what he was playing, but it made her horny.
[…]
Chris shouldn't be nervous and excited, he should be sad crying because his ex-girlfriend cheated on him; but he couldn't, his depression lasted between 10 a.m and 1 p.m. when he finally saw Celeste... because when he saw her, there was no such negative feeling in him. He was as excited as when two people meet on their long awaited date, Chris could finally freely admit that he was crazy about every part of her, there was something about her that made him feel different, he wanted to take care of her, kiss her slowly, fulfill his every fantasy with her... it was something indescribable, it would just make her feel so good.
Celeste hesitated to do the same ritual of getting all dolled up to see Chris, but she couldn't help it, she wanted to look pretty for him; she wanted his eyes glued on her. She was so envious of his girlfriend. She would give anything to be her for just one day.
With bated breath and his heart pounding, once again, Celeste knocked on Chris’s door, Chris himself opened it.
He looked so good, wearing all black, now in more casual clothes, highlighting the slight pallor of his skin.
They smiled at each other and he let her pass. She couldn't process how happy she was to see the inside of his house and breathing in Chris’s scent ten times more intensified, it drove her crazy.
Celeste took off her shoes in the doorway and intensely followed Chris, leading her into the kitchen.
“Do you want something to drink?” he said to her.
She was so nervous she couldn't take anything, so she just shook her head.
“Oh, no thanks, maybe just water.”
She saw how attractive he looked, taking two glass tumblers and pouring water in both of them, honestly Chris was thirsty, he examined Celeste, who was wearing another of her short skirts and that was when he thought only her wet pussy rubbed on his face could take the dryness out of his mouth. He moved dangerously close to her and handed her glass of water, she noticed how ridiculously small the glass looked in his long fingers. She took it, brushing his hand and smiled at him.
“The piano is over there.” he commented to her.
Chris had no idea how to seduce her, thinking that maybe smart girls like her might turn him down, but he was going to do his best to taste his sweet student, to taste Celeste's lips.
She was amazed once they walked into the room, looking at the beautiful, well-kept instrument. Celeste always wanted one at home.
They both sat in the chair, bumping their bodies, Celeste didn't know whether to feel hot from the incredible tension, or sad that she knew she wouldn't do anything.
Chris pulled his body closer together and whispered to her,
“How do you play it?”
Her music notes were in front of her, so she began to play them without thinking. She ended up satisfied with a smile, however that melody had been a rough draft that she never wanted to show. Only if Chris asked for it, she would do it.
She turned to see him to wait for his feedback, but their faces were so close, Chris observed every faction of her and Celeste did the same with him, his lips looked so good; she felt bad that there was a great tension, she wanted to be that close to him forever... until Chris couldn't take it anymore, and impulsively, did what he wanted to do from the beginning, he gently took his student's chin, and kissed her slowly, savoring every detail of her mouth.
Celeste was surprised, but let herself go, closing her eyes and feeling the fine touch of his lips, finally, it felt so good she could explode.
Chris kissed her boldly but gentle, taking his time, making the sound of their collapsing lips more pronounced. Chris could hear Celeste's difficulty breathing as she was so aroused and it turned him on irrevocably.
He held her tight around the waist and carried her a little so that she sat on his lap.
Celeste was living her dream, she couldn't stop, she couldn't think of anything else but Chris, Chris, finally granting her fantasies.
Chris was hard just thinking of the endless things he wanted to do with her, but... right now, he wanted her to cum for him just from his kisses if possible.
He decided to start slow, he didn't want to scare her and act desperate, he would treat her so well on their first encounter that he would leave her begging for more.
He started by inserting his tongue, making the act dirtier, as he had gently between kisses, he couldn't help it, finally his Celeste, his good girl, just for him.
Chris circled her waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed her thighs, unsure if he should touch her pussy on their first encounter. Celeste lost her sanity completely, she was wet, she felt Chris's erection, she couldn't think clearly what the next move was but it still felt good.
He trailed his kisses down her neck, smelling the sweet scent of his new lover; he knew he had to do it slow but Chris was dying to take her and make her scream for him. Still he didn't give in to his impulses. He wanted to take care of his greatest treasure.
Celeste moaned at the touch of his lips brushing her skin, it felt so good until she remembered the main reason she was going to refrain from Chris.
“You have a girlfriend.” she said in horror.
Chris smiled sideways, the timing was perfect, he was single, just ready to taste Celeste.
“I don't have one, princess” he whispered to her excitedly.
She couldn't decide to believe him or not, as he kissed her again, she noticed Chris hesitating on her thigh, whether to slip his hand under her skirt, to which she gently guided Chris's large hand to her center. He smiled happy that she had helped him make his decision and without a second thought, he parted her legs and ran his fingers through her sensitive folds. Celeste moaned; Chris held her tight and had his face pressed against hers on her right side, Celeste feeling his warm breath.
Chris gasped as he felt her wet cunt, the one and only he had dreamed of so much, her entrance was so ready and dilated and her clit was begging for attention. Chris rubbed her clit, causing Celeste's trembling body to react with spasms of pleasure, finally, she was going to be serviced by the one she desired the most.
Chris watched her every reaction with pride, her pretty face trying to hide pleasure as he caressed and played mercilessly with her pussy, her, so lubricated that Chris felt great to slide his fingers inside her labia, Chris's cock burning and aching locked in his underwear not resisting anymore, he wanted her soft pussy drowned in his cock, but he had to control himself, he had to go slow… Chris watched her, thinking how angelic she looked completely surrendered to his caresses, so, lust got the best of him and made him whisper in Celeste's ear in a husky voice one of his dirty fantasies:
“Call me daddy when we're alone like this, you and me princess, while daddy touches you and makes you feel good.”
Celeste bit her lip, she didn't think she could get any hotter, Chris's gasps were enough, but the way he wanted to make a simple term so dirty made her pussy throb more.
“Daddy” she almost whimpered.
Chris smiled proudly and inserted two fingers into her lubricated orifice, not neglecting her sensitive spot, massaging it. He went deep into her, making her release a soft scream.
“You like that, sweetie, huh?” he murmured in desire “You like how daddy fucks you with his fingers?”
Celeste nodded without thinking clearly as she saw Chris's marked arm fixed on her pussy, she was panting harder and harder, the pressure of Chris's cock against her ass and his quick movements with his hand were going to make her explode, she had never felt an orgasm so anxiety built up with her body, but Chris's nimble movements in her cunt made her feel so close. He noticed it immediately, the slight collapse of her body, trembling, she was about to cum.
“Cum for me, princess” Chris gasped making his onslaught rougher.
Until Celeste's poor body couldn't take it, she gasped loudly, whimpering she closed her eyes, throwing back her head and let out all her tension, squirting her teacher's fingers.
Chris smiled broadly panting softly watching the pretty girl on his lap catch her breath; he pulled his fingers from inside her, soaked in her liquid, Chris directed his fingers to Celeste's mouth caressing her lips, she watched him confused and opened her mouth unsure.
“Taste how sweet you are. Lick them.”
She saw his hand and then stared into his eyes as she sucked her fingers hard, Chris licked his lips watching with satisfaction the scene of her lips licking his digits dirtily swelled his cock more, he wanted her mouth on his hard member now.
Chris kissed her again once he removed his hand from her mouth, almost begging her to get on her knees.
“Make me feel good, princess, get on your knees.” sighed a needy Chris.
She sketched a smile and followed his directions, she knew what was coming, she had seen it before but had never experienced it, she was so excited, like she was about to unwrap a gift she had waited so long for, consumed with curiosity as to what might be inside.
Chris helped her pull down his sport shorts and she sighed at the sight of the large bulge in his underwear, Celeste gasped again and was wet in seconds, he watched the whole scene from above, her frail hands gripping the edge of his boxer brief elastic, pulling down to release his hard cock. Chris groaned at the friction and the sudden rush of air and his erection shot out, rising as if it had a life of its own.
Celeste's eyes sparkled and she opened her mouth slightly in amazement as she reflexively began to drool, she thought it was huge, it was swollen, veiny and had a nice pink undertone, her favorite color, she held it painstakingly, thinking it would hurt too much when he finally fucked her; she ran his precum over his stiff dick, Chris smiled arrogantly at her innocent reaction and her two hands wrapped around his cock; she felt its texture for the first time so excited to taste it and she did, opening her mouth wide to fit it, she licked its length, feeling each of its bulging veins, tried her best to let his penis fuck her mouth.
Chris threw his head back, enjoying his pumping sex being serviced and lubricated, finally his neighbor's sweet lips eating his hard cock as she moaned softly in choked gasps “mmhh” enjoying every inch of her well endowed professor, combined with the shocking sound of her glorious movements on squirting his cock, of her lips colliding with his skin; Celeste was so ecstatic that her drenched pussy cried out to be touched again.
He held her gently by her hair, watching her head bob up and down eating his dick, Chris couldn't take it anymore, he was in paradise, it felt so good, he wanted to move his hips to fuck her pretty mouth hard until he felt her throat and make her gag hard, but he decided to let her take control this time, taking him to the extreme. The soft inside of her cheeks felt so good as she stroked his cock, and she wasn't even taking it all the way in, causing him so much satisfaction thinking it was too big for her, but she would learn to have it all, sooner or later, he thought. She had to learn to be a good girl for her daddy.
“Mmm, just like that baby, you're doing great” Chris whimpered on the verge of his orgasm.
Chris gently pushed her head, he was being so soft with her, but he was dying to ruin her pretty makeup and make her cry. The marked veins on his neck became noticeable, he was going to cum hard, he kept panting, he was getting louder and louder, sometimes he would clamp his teeth together and suck inward making his characteristic sound of pleasure.
Celeste's jaw ached, and had liquid dripped from the edges of her mouth; so she withdrew her mouth for a second, making their sticky mixed fluids come out in such a special scene, she saw his most detonating swollen cock if that was even possible, this time more white liquid was coming out of his tip and his dick was a little redder, throbbing a little more, Celeste wanted to rest her mouth so she started to jerk him off hard while kissing his stiff but soft tip making Chris ecstatic, the first drops of his seed started to come out, he was about to cum.
“Put in your mouth, babygirl, let daddy cum in your pretty mouth, please” gasped Chris staring at her.
She happily obeyed, slipping his heavy cock into her cavity, Chris moaned loudly and within seconds all of his discharge fell into her, feeling it shoot out, his glorious warm semen.
Celeste became ecstatic, moving her head back causing some of his semen to drip down her blouse. Her mouth was full, she didn't know what was next…
“Swallow it like a good little girl for me, don't you like it?” said still agitated Chris, stroking her hair as she tried to steady himself.
Celeste swallowed hard, the liquid was so thick she felt it slowly sliding down her throat, she smiled, thought somehow or other she had some of Chris in her, she adored him so much, she loved seeing him so messed up and ruined by her, being pleasured.
Chris saw the noticeable action of her throat, he smiled as he saw her heeding him.
“You're a very good girl” he stroked her hair more. “Come here.”
She stood up as he continued to sit up, Chris bit his lip and glued her body to his, lifting his gaze to see her; he slipped his hands under her skirt again, this time massaging her ass and she moaned, Chris realized that eating his cock had left her aroused again and he wasn't going to leave her like that, she deserved to be rewarded again and again, at least now.
He ignored the fact that she was only wearing her little panties under her skirt, thinking proudly that she did it just for him, but what a fucking slut, he thought.
Chris sat up and kissed her again fiercely, Celeste lifted her face and stood on her tiptoes as she inertia circled his neck, she always wanted to kiss him that way like in the movies. Chris held her with one hand on her lower back and the other crushing her ass.
He pulled away from her and admired her, her eyes slightly watery and her lips swollen; it seemed like an agonizing eternity to Celeste that he wasn't stripping her naked and fucking her hard, but Chris hadn't planned it that way, at least not their first time, he wanted to leave her begging for more and he was succeeding.
Chris moved both hands down to her ass, moving closer to her cunt entrance and slowly parting her folds, she moaned.
“Your pussy is needy again, baby?” he whispered to her.
Celeste nodded in embarrassment, but she was so curious to know what he might do.
“Let me take care of it, sweetie. Sit down.”
Celeste followed his instructions, leaving herself in that thin elongated chair in front of the piano, now it was Chris who got on his knees, he spread her legs placing himself in between them, Celeste was predicting what was coming she was almost screaming yes, please, now. Chris lifted her thin skirt, Celeste held on tightly leaning on her hands, he had not yet begun to touch her and she in desperation was already trembling; he smiled at the reaction and slid her panties down her legs, finally leaving him the view of her ruined pussy exalted and wet; Chris licked his lips so hungrily and shamelessly kissed it with his tongue making the beastly sound of her wetness echo, she gasped at the feel of his hot tongue finally on her, which made Celeste whimper, her breathing was rising and falling, she needed more of him now.
Chris was so hard again, he wanted to explore her pussy hard. He let out a choked moan as he felt her softness.
“Fuck, princess you're so wet and you taste so good.”
Chris sucked on her clitoris he flicked it with the soft tip of his tongue, making a performance of movements; his left hand held her thigh tightly and with his index finger he caressed the soft inside of her folds, Chris began to lick her frantically creating the tense atmosphere filled with her sighs and the sound of his saliva mixing with her liquids. Suddenly he began again to penetrate her with two of his fingers as he buried his mouth in her pussy, feeling his hot breath on her pubis mons. Chris was so aroused that he directed his hand to his hard cock to stimulate it vigorously. Celeste was going crazy, she was going to cum twice as intense as the first time, she lowered her gaze with her mouth open completely lost in lust and looked intertwined glances with Chris who was leering at her as he ate her dripping pussy and stimulated her clit.
Celeste was so close, her body was losing strength and her legs were trembling, Chris could feel it and in one swift movement, he withdrew his fingers, extended her entrance further and inserted his tongue, feeling the softness of lover's loins.
Chris pulled away a little, squeaking saliva making quite a mess because of her needy pussy and jerked his cock hard again, he watched her for a few seconds, whimpering because she had missed his touch.
“Who's making you feel so good, princess?”
“Daddy” she mumbled without thinking, “Please” she whimpered begging, she was about to have her second orgasm.
She watched him for a moment, and bit her lip at what she saw, Chris on his knees self pleasuring himself, her cunt throbbed harder, she wanted him inside of her right now.
“Please what...” he moaned with a smile at the sight of her unabashedly seeing his cock.
“Fuck me, daddy” she whimpered in embarrassment, her cheeks growing redder.
Chris let out a giggle at her boldness and he, who thought she was so innocent, turned out to be hungry for his cock in her pussy, he wanted to fuck her and she was in the perfect position, open just for him and his dick was more than ready to be inserted in her, but he wanted their first time to be so special, a pretty girl like her deserved all the nice treats. She was going to be his princess.
Chris was so excited, he stood up and leaned over a little, rubbing his hard penis on her entrance, teasing her.
“You want daddy's cock, huh?”
Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at her haughtily. Celeste nodded in desperation at the rubbing of his hard glans. Chris enjoyed her reaction for a moment and let out a chuckle again, leaning toward her making them face each other. He looked into her eyes, Celeste noticed his piercing gaze, giving her chills.
“Not today, princess, today I'm going to make you cum in my mouth.”
Chris thought their sessions together were about to get more than interesting.
“I like you, Chris.” she moaned as she returned to the feel of his tongue inside her.
Celeste's body heated up in embarrassment, she didn't know why she suddenly had to confess that.
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Motogp prompt:
After Sachsenring and Assen 2023 Marc is tired and convinced he is finished as a rider. He has decided to retire at the end of the season.
Valentino will make him change his mind.
THIS ties into the prost senna insanity to me where it’s like. okay because i use you as my reference and equal in the sport and that is. the only way i can begin to make sense of this HUGEEEE part of my life. you are not in fact allowed to retire thank you. not until i say so! now. hm. rosquezification of that…. okay so of course this would require to have a desire to conceptualize marc inside his own mythos which as we know he does not allow himself to express literally ever as part of a deliberate and complex series of psychosexual punishments designed to make marc cwazy. SOOOO i see marc actually pulling the trigger and being the first to do the mildly pathetic (HE IS IN A CRISIS) ego swallowing and call vale like. hello. i wanna quit and it feels like i’m being flayed alive :/ thoughts? like how’s that feel. what’s the room’s temperature on that. just SO desperate to find someone he can relate to in all this who can help him sort it all out and he’s CALLED dani and jorge and found NOOO answers and as we all know marc has and does connect his injury and his breakup with vale into one fucked up little play in his head. so i think he’s in dire enough straights that the logic warps itself into. maybe if he can fix this thing with vale (or at the very least get some closure) then fixing his arm is a possibility…. so he calls vale late one night when his arm and his thoughts aren’t leaving him alone… never deleted his number….
and vale. well the thing about vale is that i think he’s wildly curious and VERY keen on being polite. loves something out of left field (NOT like marc imo) and will see a conversation through… enjoys feeling like the good guy. also weird about injury hasn’t seen marc in a bit and. well i think he wonders! so if a Clearly Distressed marc phones vale up at like two am with his voice sounding like a wire about to SNAP. i think he stays on the line. i think the insane poorly masked vulnerability in marc’s voice and what he’s talking about keeps him listening and responding and. well eventually he starts EXPECTING marc to call…. building that dialogue… rebuilding the familiarity…. feels weird and cold on the nights the phone doesn’t ring… ans soon enough he’s calling back…
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!Best-friends to lover Ellie Williams headcanon WlW!
I’m 100% sure Ellie is the type of person that don’t get emotionally attached with people easily, so when she met you it was strange, a immediate tuning.
So basically you two became bff pretty quickly, movie nights every saturday, she basically lives more at your place that at her own.
Everything changed when one day, you two were assigned at the mini-market of the old town, and when you were fighting some infected, from no where a runner assaulted Ellie pinning her down to the ground, her pistol was too far for her to reach. When was convinced that she would be bit by it, you showed up, blasting a bullet in the infected scalp. You tended her a hand and helped her to go back on her feet, “you good?” you asked, “yeah…” she said in a sort of scared mixed with shock tone but then she looks back to you, she sees your hair shining, your eyes glowing a little drop of blood running down to your cheek, you looked like a goddess. Ellie can feel her heart skipping a beat. She always thought that her best friend was really good looking but right now you look stunning. Seeing Ellie zooming out , you shake her up a bit “Ell?”; Ellie snaps out from her thoughts immediately, “y-yeah i’m fine”she says starting to blush a little; “okay? are you sure?” you asked seeing the suddenly change of tone; “i said i’m fine!” Ellie said looking away, “jeez chill out man” you said not understanding what was up with her.
From that day Ellie acted literally so weirdly, she can’t stand eye contact, she started to refuse to stay over your place for sleeping, when you come over to her place for movie night, she acts to shy. During the movie you in chill rested your head on her shoulder she tens up, you can see that she he squeezes his hand into a fist. It was so strange, one day is chill about everything, the next day she can barely looking into your eyes, it seems like she is avoid you.
You were so pissed by the all situation that you decided to go to her place. You stand in front of the door before knocking it “Ellie!. You can hear some muffle sound before a “coming!”. She opens the door, “we have to talk” you said passing through her. “What’s going on?” she says following you. You immediately turning around “you have to explain to me why you are ignoring me”, “i’m n-“ she tries to say but you interrupt her “you didn’t talked to me for three days straight what the heck!” you say clearly upset. “I’m not ignoring you, i just-“ “you what?!” you say getting closer “you what Ellie?”. Ellie looks down to the floor, “i just needed some space”, you feel a bit wound by her words; “okay so you thought that not talking to me was the right way to do it?”, “no i messed up”, “hell yeah you did!”. Silence came in the room, you seemed out from yourself “for what fucking reason you need space?” you say more calmly, “i need to figure something out” she says playing with her fingers, sign of distress, “it’s about our relationship”, you cross your arms “what about it?”, Ellie looks around not crossing your look, “i think i like you”. You don’t say anything, you have to process this information, your best friend likes you in a romantic way. “Ehm… i didn’t…”, “i know… gross right?” Ellie says in a rhetoric way; “no no! absolutely it’s not that!” you says trying to explain yourself; “No need really, it’s fine… forget it” Ellie looked down, she is trying to contain the tears. “Hey…” you says getting closer to her, you put a arm around her neck and the other caring her shoulder, “it’s fine” you says, she starts sobbing “i’m sorry”, she hugs you back, “shh it’s fine Ell”. After she calmed down you say “in fact i was going to say that i was fine with it… i mean i like you too, but i always thought it wasn’t in a friendly way… and i thought that you didn’t felt the same as me…” you say, brushing her tears away, and placing a gentle kiss on her lips; “there”. Ellie looks shocked at her, “we can work this out together okay?” you ask cupping her face, “okay” she says smiling at you.
Hi guys, this the first time I do something like this so be gentle 🥲, I know it’s kinda cringy but I'll get better I promise, as always if there are some mistakes remember English isn’t my first language!
Btw I’m searching for some Tlou discord server to join if you guys If you know one send me the link in the comments TY!
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Third time’s the charm.
Adam x fem!Reader x Lucifer
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5
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The warm atmosphere was long gone, replaced with something cold. Lucifer’s expression was one of sadness and guilt, feeling as if he was the reason the woman spiraled into a feeling of having been betrayed. Yet he didn’t know why he even told her about this entire thing. It was clear to him that this woman hated exterminations altogether, and the fact that her own husband didn’t tell her anything about moving them up six months early.
”Do you.. need fresh air? We could step outside if you’d like?” The Morningstar questioned, wanting to provide her comfort. The angel looked at the Fallen One, hands clammy and shaking with sorrow and panic.
Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Considering they were in hell, the concept of fresh air made her giggle, even if it seemed strained. “Does that even exist?” Her attempt at a joke was poor, but Lucifer didn’t seem to care as he sent her a tiny yet worried smile. It was silent for a moment, the distressed woman seemingly considering the offer, but she came to the conclusion that it might not be a good idea. “An angel walking around the streets of hell? That is a big target on my back there!” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down somehow.
Lucifer had already taken notice of her behavior. He felt sorry for her. He felt for her.. with her. It was such a weird feeling, a feeling he had to suppress for now.
“My daughter.. she’d know how to help.” Lucifer thought out loud. He might not talk to his daughter often, but he is aware that she’s a good person. Hearing the Morningstar talk about his daughter piqued her interest, a tiny smile dancing on her lips. “You have a daughter?” Y/N questioned him, seemingly trying to strike up a friendly conversation.
And just like that, they clicked. How can someone, especially one who is known as the sin of pride, not talk about someone he’s proud of. “I do! Charlotte. Well, she prefers to be called Charlie. She is my pride and joy, I’d do anything to keep her safe.” The words just rolled out of his mouth without much hesitation, his eyes practically glistening with adoration. He went on and on, telling the third about his beloved daughter. Fun stories, silly stories, cute stories.. all of what he could possibly think of. Y/N had the time of her life listening to him go on and on.
Lucifer went on about his daughter, spilling everything he could think of. From Charlie’s idea of redeeming sinners, to stories where he created a little rubber duck army for her when she was a toddler. “Why ducks specifically?” Y/N seemed genuinely curious, a twinkle in her eyes indicating such. She loved all animals, birds just hold a special little place in her heart. “I’m so glad you asked. Ducks are amazing animals!” At the simple mention of the feathery buddies, Lucifer lit up with the purest form of adoration. “And rubber ducks? You can do anything you want with them, let your creativity flow. Ever heard of the magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck that spits fire?”
Y/N’s eyes couldn’t possibly widen more, but they did. Slamming her hands on the table, she let out an excited scream. “Shut up! That is so cool! What about a rubber duck with six wings?!” It was at that moment that Lucifer and Y/N had found something they had in common. A small list that was only meant to expand.
For hours all they did was talk, exchange stories about what they loved doing. It led to them having a true time of bonding by doing nothing. “What’s it like? You know.. creating something? Having the power to create what your heart desires?” Curiosity always got the best of her, especially when her interest was at an all-time high. A wistful smile formed across Lucifer’s lips, bittersweet memories clouding his mind at this one little question. “It’s fulfilling, that’s for sure. There are no limits to your dreams.. If you want to do something, you just do it. You want to make a six winged rubber duck? You can. Breakfast in bed but too lazy to get up? Not a problem.” It almost seemed as if Lucifer found part of his spark that day. He was and still is a dreamer with so many ideas.
Just for a few more moments their comfortable atmosphere surrounded them, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. This whole ‘meeting’ consisted of them talking and bonding, it was bound to come to an end sooner or later. Looking at the time, Y/N let out a soft sigh which was followed by a tiny pout. “It’s getting rather late.. I should probably get going soon. I’ve had.. a lot of fun talking to you, Lucifer. I hope I’ll.. get to see you again?” Her smile was angelic as she looked at him, eyes softening more than they already had been.
Reality set in rather quickly for the pair, leading them to quiet up for a moment. It wasn’t usual for either of them to get along with someone so quickly. For Y/N, making friends in heaven was difficult considering her position along with being married to Adam, so this? This was nice. No condescending tones, no side eyes. Just relishing in the moment. It was nice to have someone to talk to, someone she could lend an ear to.
”I’ve had a great time with you as well, Y/N. I do hope I get to see you again soon! Please, stay safe up there?” Lucifer pleaded, a grin so gentle it was barely noticeable stretching across his lips once more. This day was the day he had smiled the most compared to the past decades.
Nothing ever lasts forever, which was why he was just a little scared. The past years have not been kind to him, so meeting someone as kind hearted as the angel before him was a blessing indeed. The Morningstar didn’t have many friends, if any at all, so having Y/N was such a nice and fulfilling feeling. Sure, he had his daughter.. but Charlie has a girlfriend and she has a hotel to run. There was little to no time for him.. and he can’t depend on his daughter forever. Having Y/N was.. a nice feeling indeed.
“I’ll stay safe if you promise to do the same, alright?”
“I never break my promises.”
A promise was made that night. A promise the two secretly swore to never break.
Y/N and Lucifer bid their goodbyes before departing to their homes through two separate portals. Neither of them knew they already missed each other’s company.
Later that night, the woman had decided to finally return to her husband. She could feel how miserable he was, yet that misery had turned into anger, then back to despair not too long ago. Upon entering her home, she was met with her husband lazily lounging on the couch. She probably wasn’t quiet when she entered the house, since Adam’s head immediately shot up upon her arrival. “Flower..? You’re back!” Standing up, Adam instantly stumbled over to his wife, gathering his emotions as well as he possibly could. Y/N only let out a sigh, the words her husband had said to her not once leaving her thoughts, as well as the information she had gotten from Lucifer prior. Maybe it was a mistake coming back?
”I.. couldn’t leave you for long. That aside, we need to have a talk.” Her voice was cold as ice, words cutting through the air like shards that could cut through even the toughest of materials. The married couple took a seat in the living room, Y/N’s expression almost a void of emotion. “What happened to ‘I’ll always tell you everything’, Adam? Moving up the extermination? Why would you do that?!” By the look on her partner’s face, he clearly wasn’t expecting this. Letting his ego take the wheel, Adam scoffed, leaning onto the couch in a lazy and comfortable manner. “Babe, what’s the big deal? So what if the extermination is six months earlier? They’re sinners. They don’t deserve a second chance. Besides, how do you even know? Did Sera tell you?”
At this very moment, the wife almost lost her cool. Sera knew? Was this her doing, after all? How dare he say such a thing? Especially when there is someone actively trying to redeem sinners? She couldn’t understand him or his logic. “What about you? You got a second chance at love. Two second chances, actually. If you deserve a second chance, I think others do too, especially when they try to better themselves!”
Her words struck something inside him. Something that made him react almost defensively. Adam still hasn’t gotten over the past. He promised. He promised he would talk to her if his thoughts were getting the better of him when they had their first ever argument.
”I’m the first fucking man, of course I deserve more chances. It’s not my fault that my exes left me for another man! They’re sinners. Those cunts are in hell for a reason, babe. They don’t belong up here. Now be a good little wife and stay by my side, got it?” By the sound of his voice, Adam tried to make himself seem strong by any means necessary. Afraid. The first man was afraid of what the future holds and he is withholding this from his beloved. He didn’t want to talk about it, feeling as if it was pointless anyway.
Since Adam didn’t want to speak up about his emotions and actively suppressed them, not even Y/N could feel the fear and pain in Adam’s heart. So how was she supposed to know what’s happening in his mind? “Do not dare to talk to me that way, Adam. You’re my husband and I love you with all my heart, but I will not tolerate you talking to me this way. Just because you’re the first man doesn’t mean you get to do whatever!”
Scoffing, Adam stood up straight, his wings ruffling in irritation at her words. He was so sick of hearing them, thinking that redemption is nothing but a waste of time. “I’m going to say whatever the fuck I want, got it? You’re my wife, and I love you, but you don’t know the complete story.”
That itself was a lie. Adam had opened up about everything during the time they were married. Y/N was aware of everything, so why was he deflecting?
”Sugar, please talk to me.. You’re never like this.” Her words got cut off immediately by Adam’s sudden snap, his usual gentle eyes blown wide with fury and something she couldn’t quite decipher.
”Shut up! Don’t try to force something out of me that isn’t there! The extermination is in six months and I want you as far away from it as possible. I don’t want you to go to your job during it. Anything else is not up for debate.”
Storming off, Adam simply slammed the bedroom door behind him like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Y/N was conflicted, to say the least. Why was her beloved husband suddenly acting like an overgrown manchild? Where was her gentle giant that would cling onto her while she cooked? Where was her darling husband that would hold her hand even while watching movies? The man she once loved was nothing but a shell of himself. Once confident and full of warmth, now distant and almost irritable.
Her heart ached at the realization. Adam, her Adam.. his once gentle nature had hardened, leaving behind a stranger she failed to recognize.
She just stood there, completely gobsmacked by this entire situation, letting his words slowly sink in. Her entire mood had been ruined by this entire interaction. “What is happening..?”
#hazbin hotel adam#adam x reader#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer x reader#stories#writing#fanfic#what the fuck
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having ocd is dumb
when i told my therapist about my sexual intrusive thoughts back in july, i felt like a disgusting human being and a great deal of shame. she did not blink and gave me tips to stop “compulsing” and face them head-on (basically a form of exposure therapy) and it sucked so bad but i got them fully under control within a month.
i’d barely even noticed them for months but they’ve started getting louder and more insistent again with a slightly different flavor, this time the idea that i’ll actually act on them. i know i will not. i do not believe the thoughts, i have no identification with the thoughts, and i know full well that the brain is bringing it up specifically because it goes against my values and it’s the equivalent of a child showing me a gross bug they found to see my reaction. as of now, i am not in full spiral and am actively fighting the desire to argue with or avoid them and to instead just look straight at them and sit with them…to varying degrees of success.
i’m mostly just exasperated. it feels like i have an obnoxious younger sibling in my head trying to rile me up and telling them to shut up only encourages them that they’re on the right track and it’s like
#not asking why about this specific topic#why the mechanism#why brain do thing#my posts#brain blogging#if it gets worse i might have to do official exposure therapy#which would be a bad time#i’d much prefer my brain just stops being a little shit#my therapist was impressed that i got the last flare under control without it#i’m otherwise fine and have been doing really well!!! brain is like ‘it’s been too quiet around here’ i guess#‘i will invent some problems’#i’m not like ‘these thoughts are distressing’#(as of now)#i’m just like ‘[dr. phil voice] thank you…for that.’
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just thought I made a horrible mistake at work after I called a clerk about one of my cases bc it wasn’t moving forward and I went through the whole scenario in my head like this case I’ve been working on for months is going to be dismissed, my client is going to be so upset and she will never see any money from this, my job is going to fire me, then I’ll get disbarred and censured for malpractice, and then I’ll have to start a new career and for some reason that new career was working at a hardware store for minimum wage in the plant department. all this to say I AM ABOUT TO SEND THE CUNTIEST LETTER TO THIS COURT BC THEY WERE WRONG NOT ME!!!!
#my life was flashing before my eyes bro omg#special shoutout to the retired attorney who immediately answered my distress call in the listserv#and told me that I did not make a mistake the court is just dumb#I’m fine this is fine 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠#I should’ve 100% followed up sooner but I thought the next action was on the court truly and it IS they just don’t know it#and the clerk was like THIS IS THE FIRST APPEAL WE’VE HAD IN THE 13 YRS I WORKED HERE#CLEARLY????#I have such beef with this court’s clerks like I can’t even get into it they are so mean#like incredibly hostile and unhelpful
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“What If…Venom Had Bonded To Loki?” What If…? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #4.
Writer: Jeremy Holt; Penciler and Inker: Diógenes Neves; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher
#Marvel#Marvel comics#What If…? Venom#Moon Knight comics#latest release#Moon Knight#Marc Spector#Mr. Knight#Khonshu#Loki#Loki Laufeyson#you know me I’m never going to spill any tears over Khonshu#but I do feel bad about the distress this is causing Marc (and doesn’t that just say a lot about how Marc and Khonshu’s relationship#is portrayed here: Khonshu consistently dismissing Marc (to Khonshu’s detriment) and Marc still trying anyway ay)#and I’ll be honest when I first read this I thought the other fingers comment was in reference to Hunter’s Moon#but it being in reference to Jake and Steven keeping the Fist of Khonshu strong has me a touch emotional#that and how…sinister the comment about how the symbiote could have potentially «pieced [Marc’s] fractured psyche back together» sounds#because it doesn’t sound like he’s suggesting talk therapy but rather wiping out Jake and Steven entirely which is NO
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Me: I’ll watch one episode of my hero after dinner that’ll be fun :)
Me three episodes later, having gone from crying earlier to just pure distress by the end: Well that was the worst choice ever
#my bf and I are watching ‘together’ by setting weekly episode goals and this week’s goal is three so I’m maxed out#I figured I’d watch one a day after school then it would be close to when he can watch them…#whoops#MHA s6 spoilers in the rest of my tags here:#WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO TWICE????? bro I forgot I liked him and then I was just sobbing when he died oh my word#and then almost hawks too I was like noooo I can’t take this#I’m glad tokoyami got a hero moment but also the kids being in danger causes me distress#uhhh laser guy that mic left with shigaraki was#was dumb as hell#like what was that dude#mirko SAID that he’d wake up with ELECTRICITY and you LEFT HIM IN A PUDDLE NEXT TO SPARKING WIRES?????#dumb bitch deserved to die but the rest of the people around the hospital that didn’t outrun the new power up didn’t!!#I thought they were going to kill mic then he got grabbed but then I thought they were gonna kill Aizawa and I was like NO#NOT HIM TOO YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME#but he’s okie for now#shigaraki’s power up is absurd#my live reaction to the spreading crumbling at first was like Gasp then Oh no characters I care about them Oh wow this is crazy#It’s gotten the whole building! then Okay- okay- woah there- alright now stop that. stop that this is ridiculous. knock that off#like there’s powerscaling the villain to be a bigger threat and there’s absurdity this was absurd#alright thanks for reading my review since I can’t talk to my bf about it till he catches up and I needed to say this somewhere
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alright, i have come to the decision i am keeping this blog up as an archive and leaving the gt tumblr community for the foreseeable future.
when i made my post about chamomile-g-tea’s damaging treatment of my story, gtms, my goal was to acknowledge the situation so i could hopefully move forward and restore gtms/my blog as mine again, without her influence. and while i anticipated backlash, some of the responses were just...downright disturbing. lots of comments echoed a victim-blaming sentiment that i am responsible for the emotional and creative damage done to me by another person because ‘why didn’t you just say no or tell her to stop?’ not only does this ignore the several attempts i did make to express discomfort and set boundaries—which were not respected—but even if i didn’t manage to express a ‘no’, that doesn’t make what happened ok; it doesn’t erase the year of crippling pressure and guilt i lived with and still struggle to shake daily. realizing that so many people in this community think otherwise is just...disturbing. it’s disturbing. that’s the only word i can think to use.
the response to all this does not make me feel safe being here—that’s what this situation has unfortunately showed me: that the audience i hoped to allow to view my reclaiming process would also contain the same crowd who make me feel so unsafe—and why the fuck would i let those people see something as personal as that? why would i let them see anything? it’s made me understand i can’t continue to heal myself and my writing if i am posting it for other people, especially harmful people. and even though it turned out this way, i’m glad i gave it a shot; that i made that post as an effort to see if it was even possible or worth it to restore this space—even if the answer was no! absolutely fucking not!—because it saved me from even more time spent sharing my work with people who do not respect me as a person or a creator. i’m glad i tried, however much it sucked, because it allowed me to understand: it is not just one person in this community i feel unsafe with, but a solid percentage of the community at large that i just cannot healthily engage with, and no amount of blocking will fix that.
but of course this is not the only situation that showed me this community’s true colors—the dismissive or outright aggressive response to the calling out of racism in our tropes has also been deeply disturbing. to clarify, there is no problem in identifying with and finding comfort or catharsis in problematic tropes such as the pet trope, but there is a problem with using that comfort to make others feel unsafe and speak over people of color. and the solution to this trope problem is very simple—generally apply critical thinking skills to the media you enjoy, and tag your shit properly (dead dove, particularly when the giant owner/abuser doesn’t face consequences and/or if the abused/abuser fall in ‘love’—dead dove is not actually currently used in this community, that’s the problem). but rather than taking this as an opportunity to listen and improve, it was instead used as a chance to lash out at and make clear that poc are not welcome in this community and come secondary to the feelings of white creators and readers.
over the last few years, this community has fostered and been exposed for bigotry such as terfs, ableists, racists, etc, and especially in the current political era, this is no longer a community i want to share my work with or even just lurk in. and i know on the surface this community seems progressive, but take a better look and you’ll find members of the community doing and saying…questionable things, or keeping quiet and enabling their friends who do and say questionable things because they would rather be passive and polite than be genuinely kind and compassionate through active accountability.
of course this is the risk you take interacting with any person ever—but it’s especially taxing to look around at such a small, close knit community you know is riddled with these problems and wonder if the people making innocent posts are actually harmful; if they prioritize their comfort over the safety of marginalized people, if they even see you as a full person, and for me, personally—if they are willing to overlook consent to blame you for your trauma and defend the person who inflicted it. it’s taxing to explain basic basic concepts to strangers over and over in a place that prides itself on being a safe space, where people just have fun and mentally escape from irl hardships. it’s taxing to ride out shitty, hateful treatment when you are just simply one person (voluntarily providing free services btw) with only so much energy and fucks to give. it is not worth the strain it puts on you as a person, nor is it your responsibility to sit there and accept it, and i am not the only creator in this community who feels this way. we are fucking tired.
quite simply, this is not a community i feel comfortable participating in or sharing anything with. and that’s a shame, because there are wonderful, creative and caring people here who i have enjoyed sharing this space with, and maybe someday i’ll give this community another chance, but currently it’s just not worth the time of day. and i want to make it clear: my leaving is not simply because of just one person or just one situation—that i could handle—it is the community itself that is the root problem; that continues to be harmful, in multiple contexts—that is the reason why i and several other creators are leaving for greener pastures and more enjoyable communities—or just simply for a fucking moment’s worth of peace, because lord knows you won’t find it here.
#i considered making this post just ‘yea i feel unsafe here i’m leaving’#but i did want to post a clear explanation for mutuals still here n the ppl who come across my blog in the future#instead of leaving it to speculation and guess work#so i wrote a fucking essay lmao#but there are more personal details i didn’t go into bc they’re distressing and some of y’all are straight awful<3#however i will say you are not inside anyone else’s head if they say they feel unsafe it is not for you to question that#anyways privileges to myself and my writing are officially revoked#when i’m ready to share writing it’ll be with close friends in private#and maybe eventually on another site like ao3 but if that happens it won’t be for a while#and if i do post gtms there it will prolly be v different from the version here bc it’ll be the restored and improved version#i hate the version on this site<3#for now i just need to get back into the swing of things bc rn it is. so hard to Think at all#i’ll also be doing things on my fandom account i am just leaving this community bc good lord#if you told me a month ago i’d be leaving this community i’d have been devastated but now?#having seen sm of this community’s true colors one after another?#i don’t give a fuck now#the only thing i feel is relief#the community i thought i was apart of does not exist and it made me physically sick to realize and experience that reality#for all its problems i did not think so MUCH of the gt community was this vile#i’ve run this blog for years and closing this chapter just brings me closure and peace#and to those of y’all who are alright n still here: good fucken luck lmfao wish y’all the best dealing w this shitshow#gt community#giant/tiny#gt#g/t#sfw g/t#gtms#gt mech suits
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sorry I’m just kind of live-blogging my replay of DR at this point but I gotta say I am very impressed with Makoto for getting straight to investigating the bodies in the third investigation without being told to. He didn’t touch them or anything, but he did at least resolve to look over them with evidence in mind. It’s a little sad that he was able to do so bc he’s growing used to the situation, but it’s still better than many of the others that were around and missed that same chance.
also gotta love how Kyoko gets meaner and colder the more the game progresses lmao. Not like she wasn’t distant before, but she gets more and more blunt about her refusal to get close to anyone the longer things go on. She drags poor confused Makoto around with her not unlike the way Togami did one chapter before, just going “you don’t have anything else to do so get to it. and ur not getting anything out of me after this either just do what I need and I’m done with you”. Makoto totally misunderstood her personality before the third chapter where she starts getting a better grasp on herself again lmfao
#he thought she wanted to help everyone escape and cared bc she was doing so much but no sorry bud that’s you#also like that both Byakuya AND Kyoko bother makoto in this chapter. these two jerks and the rug they love to stomp all over <3#Byakuya and Kyoko every time an investigation ends: [I don’t want to play with you anymore Toy Story meme]#this chapter gave me SUCH a headache the first time I played it I was so distressed#I think the steam version is slightly different bc I remember something like having to run up and down the stairs manually at points#maybe I’m just misremembering though it’s been a long while#also I nearly cried at Hifumi again. goddamnit he was pitiful
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I’m the type that can and will cry if think too hard <3
#random post#me tag ∠( ᐛ 」 ) |/#I’m not an overly emotional person in the stereotypical way. but I do get in my feels when thinking about life and the experience of living#I’m like. constantly explaining things to myself cus there’s never really a time or place to talk about it#also my method of explaining things is very not coherent sometimes. so it takes me a bit to really get my point across in a comprehensible#way. I’m a big thinker. I have many thoughts and ideas a views. a daily thing of mine is noticing problems#and then fixing them in my head with thought out explanations and motives and outcomes#it’s like I’m talking to someone else. much like how I format my text posts. that’s how my inner monologue is#me talking to myself is actually me talking to someone else. someone that isn’t real#anyways it’s a daily occurrence. every day of my life is spent with thoughts similar to those breaking down a movie#lots of thoughts from adhd. compulsive thoughts from ocd. overwhelming thoughts from autism. distressing thoughts from bpd#ya. this isn’t a vent I just need to like. see the thoughts in writing so I can do smth else. like eat this muffin ive been staring at for#over an hour now <3 mmmbfbg yea muffins are hard to eat now cus I had some with mold and food mold especially is a big nono for me#spend like. five minutes examining the damn thing before I even consider taking a bite. I’m very hungry an thirsty </3#when your mouth is so dry you can taste your own mouth 👍 I’m experiencing#nothing in particular. just experiencing. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I like having an experience and living#drank my tea and I had like. hallucinations of like an alcohol prep pad. I’ve been using those in my ear cus. tmi. had a pimple that’s#causing problems so mom suggested that. it burned! which means it worked so word. I’ve noticed lately that both me AND my family have been#using ‘word’ a lot. dad says we’ve been saying it but no we haven’t. if we had I’d have BEEN saying it. maybe we’ve used it before for a bit#but now it’s back. idk. I’ve said it in class on more than one occasion lmao I don’t look like the type to say smth like that but whatever#it’s like when I used to say bro after every sentence like 10 years ago lol. we’re a family of parrots we repeat eachother a lot#I started saying I love you out of no where and they started doing it too. we whistle at eachother from across the house. sing ear worms#together. quote funny things at every opportunity and drive the joke into the ground. everyone in this house is a different kind of mentally#I’ll and it’s the most beautiful clash of personalities because we’re all so annoying and we love eachother so much and also our#communication is shit because some ppl have hearing loss and another is a short fused child and some are quick to interrupt and some dont#get a word in and some just can’t explain and some can’t understand. we get there eventually at some point. we don’t get the full grasp of#how much we love eachother yet. but we’re gettin there. anyways this went into several different directions but they’re all good ones#I think. if you read all this good on you! this is my brain 24/7/365 haha ok love you
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