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ddollfface · 4 months

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𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"You're as hot as the bottom of my laptop, mamas ;)."

Trigger Warnings; gaslighting, manipulation, somewhat spreading misinformation, hinting at yandere behaviors, fluff, PDA, reader is referred to as a girl, honestly this is pretty tame lol If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just a few headcanons on a new OC. And, just so you know, when I was writing this, I had an afab!reader in mind! If you have any requests, idk why you would, but send them in! I hope you enjoy:)))

Never, ever refers to you as your given name. He prefers to call you by some type of nickname or pet name, depending on his mood. His go-to is mamas, sweet cheeks, baby cakes, hot stuff, good-lookin', and so much more. Honestly, he could go on all day, just listing different pet names he has for you. At this point, it's become a source of entertainment for you, trying to see what odd name he'll call you. Come on, you don't like that nickname, sugar plum? How about dolly? Baby girl? Pumpkin? I don't know, you look like an angel, baby.

Though you'll admit it, it's somewhat endearing to hear, especially when you know he's only called you these cute names. But at a certain point, it gets embarrassing... Like does your mama need to know that he calls you bubble butt, of all things? Let me answer that for you, no, no she does not. If anything, that's something she should never, ever know.

He demands that you come to his games; he doesn't want you to miss a single one. He'll show up to your house at the crack of dawn, on a Saturday, and drag you out of bed to bring you to his game. He doesn't give too shits if your hair looks like a mess or if you're still in your jams. Nope, not at all. If anything, he likes it. He thinks you're adorable with your Hello Kitty booty shorts.

He just wants you there, to support him. He wants to have his own personal cheerleader, someone who he can come to after the game, and give a hug too.

While the thought behind it is endearing and cute, that doesn't change the fact that he's just so pushy. He won't give up, no matter what. If he says you're going, then you're going. You don't get a say in the matter 'cause if you refuse to go, then he's going to bring out the waterworks. He's going to look at you with the saddest eyes you can imagine, there's even tears. He'll cock his head to the side and question you, asking why don't you want to support me? What happened to 'friends first? Remember when I went to that stupid party 'cause ya' didn't want to be alone? Where's my payback, yeah?

He'll use emotional manipulation to get what he wants, making you out to be the bag guy, instead of him. His guilt-tripping usually always works, well, so far it has. And now you're at some stupid hockey game, wrapped up in his jacket, wearing his team colors. Great, now people are asking how you bagged a guy like him. Jesus, where'd they get that idea from? You're not even dating...

Well, that's what you think. Little do you know, he's been going around town tellin' everyone about you. He'll hype you up to his buddies, rambling on and on about how you smell, how your cheeks puff up when you smile, and God, you're so pretty when you're sleeping. Wow, he doesn't mean that in a creepy way! Why would you think of it like that? Because he's just admiring the prettiest girl in school! Don't you know, mamas? You being here makes me the luckiest guy in town, yeah?

He's just so God damn touchy; people can't help but think ya'll are dating. Everything about your relationship screams dating. He's always got an arm around your shoulder, and if he's feeling really ballsy, he'll place a hand on your hip. Though those moments are far in between, seeing as you'll give him a hard side-eye when he does it.

But the PDA doesn't stop there. He'll hold your hand, claiming that he's just warming your hands. After all, it's pretty cold in the winter, yeah? He's just looking out for you, nothing to freak out over. Sometimes, he'll hug you a little too tight, and for a little too long. His touch lingers for such a prolonged time it causes you to look up at him with a questioning look.

Of course, he's the master of diverting your questions, shifting your conversations from his touchy behavior to finals. And this does nothing but piss you off, but it's hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that. The way he scoots his chair closer to yours, intertwining your pinkies together, and smiling at you like a dork. The way he'll bring you coffee (or warm tea, depending on your preference) during a cold morning, always making sure his baby's all warm. Or how he'll cover for you when you're late to a lecture, stalling the class for a few minutes, just enough for you to slip into class unnoticed.

All these small things let you forget about why you were even mad in the first place! I mean, what could he have done wrong? It couldn't be that bad right?

And just like that, you walk right back into his arms, not knowing that he's the one you should be running from. You're such a stupid girl, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll take care of you babes.

#bad writing #lovesick #obsessive love #yandere #lovesick!athlete x reader #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere oc #original character #new oc alert

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writingquestionsanswered · 14 days

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I wrote a book, but my novel is dragging way too long. What's the best way to determine what needs to get cut?

Fixing a Dragging Novel

#1 - Make sure your conflict is clear.

Every story should revolve around a conflict. The action of your story is created by the protagonist's attempt to resolve that conflict by pursuing a goal. Sometimes when stories drag, it's because there is no conflict or because the conflict is weak, leading to a meandering plot. (see: Understanding Goals and Conflict)

#2 - Consider your novel's structure.

Even character-driven novels have structure, meaning there are typical story beats and plot points that need to occur. As with plot-driven and combination stories, there are many different potential structures you can use. You can also follow a structure loosely (taking only what works and discarding what doesn't) or combine what you like from multiple structures. What matters is that it works for the story you want to tell, and that it helps you hit the natural points of a good story.

#3 - Consider your balance of action, exposition, and dialogue.

Stories should maintain a relative balance of action (things happening), exposition (explaining things), and dialogue (characters talking.) Ideally, every scene should have a relative balance, depending on the needs of the scene. If you have a scene that's 80% exposition, 15% dialogue, and 5% action, that scene is really going to drag. And if the next scene is 65% dialogue, 25% action, and 10% exposition, that scene is probably going to drag, too. That doesn't mean you need to have a 33% balance of all three, but you want to make sure that one doesn't completely overwhelm the others unless it's absolutely necessary.

#4 - Consider your pacing.

Even when you balance action, exposition, and dialogue, some scenes will have a slower pace and some scenes will have a faster pace. If you have too many fast-paced scenes in a row, or too many slow-paced scenes, the reader gets bored which makes the story drag. That said, it's a good idea to vary your pacing to create a relative balance between fast and slow. If you've had a couple of fast-paced scenes, stick in a slow-paced scene or two to allow the reader to catch their breath. If you've had a slower-paced scene, try following it up with a faster-paced scene to liven things up.

#5 - Make sure everything pulls its weight.

Every bit of everything that happens, every bit of info given and things explained, every conversation, every scene... all of it needs to be there for a reason. If you're writing a story about researchers going to Skull Island to find King Kong, you can't have a whole scene on the boat taken up by a high stakes card game unless things happen during that card game that are critical to the reader's understanding of the characters or plot. Things can't be there just for fun, or because it's cute, or to give the characters some interaction. Everything has to contribute to the plot in some way. If you have a lot of things happening that don't really matter in the story, it can make your plot drag. That said, go through your story and look at the things that happen. Ask yourself if you can remove that moment, event, or scene without it affecting the overall story. If you can, or if a few minor changes would make the removal work, it's a moment, event, or scene you can think about cutting.

I hope that helps!

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ladyyatexel · 8 months

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Friends, Romans, Tumblrites, lend me your reblogs.

I'm Xel and I live in a society! I think there's a solid chance you do also! So you may relate to the profoundly crappy thing that happened to me and that I once again need a community assist.

I lost a temporary job that was supposed to turn into a permanent job in June because no one there felt safe enough to retire. Only two of us in the apartment were under 50. One of the crew was over 70. Three were chronically ill/disabled. No one felt safe enough to leave in order for me to stay, so I was trained for basically 6 months for nothing.

I have survived on savings from that job until this point, but I'm at the point where I cannot pay rent. I'm looking into getting help from sources more local to me but the internet has always felt like people who cared about me more than the people I share DNA with, really.

Many of the social services that I was signed up for expired the day that I was supposed to be told that I would be a permanent hire, and since that didn't go down, now I have to start it all again from the beginning, and there are gaps in my security net.

I tell you all of that just to say that I am actually trying to do things, I'm not here to just beg and coast along on some sort of lavish lifestyle where I, uh. Keep living in this dodgy apartment with my cat.

I don't want to bore you with an itemized list, but like 2,000 US dollars would get me through September and October without being worried about it like every 3 minutes. My rent is 700 and change, if you would like to know that. So I'm looking for like September and October rent and money to renew my driver's license, pay a few utility bills, buy a bag of cat food, and refill my medications.

If you have the notion to toss help at an internet pal or the extended reblogged acquaintance of an Internet pal, as is more likely the case, probably, that would be super rad of you.

I'm an artist! You could get things with images on them from me! I sell buttons, prints, and commissioned illustrations if that's your thing. My commissions are going a bit slow as of late - I only recovered from being not really able to walk like 2 months ago, and so I'm doing a lot of catch up like everywhere else in my whole life and trying not to spend too much time at a desk since it aggravates the spine thing that was the problem in the first place.

To be honest, it would be a greater help to me to just receive some Aid rather than full-on commissions, but I completely understand feeling fishy about people getting something for nothing and also feeling bad for being a charity case on the internet, so I'm not opposed! If you want to chat about that, I have a commissions post on the side or top of my blog depending on where you're looking at this!

Ko-fi contains my buttons and is a good place to toss digital dead American presidents if that suits you. I will get hit by some PayPal fees in this process but, I'm willing to call that a call for help on the internet tax.

I promise I'm a real person and not a bot who has made up a cat and is pretending to have interests. My blog has been here since 2010! I've met people on this website in person and everything. I've had embarrassing obsessions no bot would bother coming up with. Speaking of:

Similarly to times before, I would like to be able to do something in order to feel like I have earned some kind of support, and as of my birthday last week I have resolved to try very hard in the next year to conquer my fear and absolute mortification about many of the things I make, so I will once again go digging into my archives for things I can post for you to enjoy as thanks and tribute! I also have a poll running right now to see what kind of buttons people want!

Thanks for taking a look! Be nice out there, take care of your spines!

#help #assistance #donations #commissions #help out your local weirdo with the worst luck imaginable!

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Applying logic. How do you explain all this? Sam is single, free and heterosexual. Sam travels to GC with Sarah, staying on Airbnb together alone from Sunday to Thursday. They separate because they have separate jobs. Sam returned from Australia. First visit Hyrox to encourage Sarah and participate. This weekend they both disappeared. They have appeared at the same time. I don't believe in Mull, it seems like P's crazy idea. But Sam and Sarah living so close. They could have spent Saturday together. In Glasgow, in Stirling. Why not? At Sam's house for example. Where they have privacy. Eat, drink, sun, casual sex. I don't believe in a marriage commitment. They like each other, sexual chemistry and that's it. Sam is always busy and so is Sarah. It is a practical and comfortable relationship for both. Sam has to stay in Scotland for months now. Sarah has the characteristics that Sam is looking for. She is young, blonde, athletic, sporty. Busy with a son. This point allows Sam free time for himself as well. Sarah looks a lot like Georgia. Then why not? Why does this seem like a crazy idea to you? Convince me logically. Your blog always makes sense. I don't understand your resistance to such a simple relationship between a man and a woman.

Anon, I'm feeling a bit tired to explain over and over again the logic I use. I did in a few posts already and for what it is worth everything I wrote has been confirmed.

I told already when I posted about the villa in GC how they only share a mutual interest, working out, training for Hyrox. And so it isn't such a surprise he showed up at Hyrox in Glasgow, his home town, where he sucscribed to compete as well, and where many friends of him participated in the race as well, including Sarah.

Saying, he is single, a free heterosexual and staying at the same airbnb is not logic, but is confirmation bias. Just the fact someone is single sharing an airbnb isn't any proof or evidence he's dating or more than friends. It's as much as saying any guy wearing a pink shirt must be homosexual. It's stereotyping, it's implying that a person who is single can not share a hotel room or whatever place to sleep and stay with another person depending on their sexual preferences, without bedding them. I know I did many times, I know a lot have said here they're single and did so. It's not odd, it's just a place to crash and stay while in a place with a mutual interest, in this case working out, training for the Hyrox program. It doesn't mean automatically having casual sex as well. That's just a fable made up by people who are narrow minded. It's not logic.

You saying he has to stay in Scotland for months due to filming OL, well we've seen him many times go off for a week or a few days, even to NYC while filming S7. On top of that, as stated many times and not only by me, he doesn't want them close by. During Covid he had to, but that didn't end so well either.

Sarah looking a lot like Georgia??? Well I guess we have different views on that. And why bring up Georgia? Because he went to see her compete last year in a game in Germany? Well, and that's all there was to it, might as well compare that to watching Sarah at Hyrox.

I'm not here to convince you Anon. You gotta do that yourself. But what you are doing is not applying logic, it's applying confirmation bias. You're in a tunnel vision, put there by a blogger who's only 'proof' is filling voids with rumors. You seeing sexual chemistry is solely a result of that tunnel vision, seeing things that are not really there at all. How can you speak of chemistry when you do not even see one picture or these people together? Now use your logic, and ask yourself how much you search and put explantations on things that only confirms what you want to see. On things you think you see because you're in a tunnel vision. Convince yourself how biased that is, did you even consider other explanations? Did you even try to list some things that makes it less credible? It seems you only list the things that add up to your story. How would you know the characteristics he is looking for? Because he sometimes say some things at a talkshow? Where he says the things he knows what people want to hear? Why do you mention Saturday? Because this certain blogger claims he wasn't online? Well that's not true, he liked a lot and even left comments on posts. Why does this blogger not notice how he was much more off social media while he was in London? Where there was no Sarah!! You could easily see when he went to London, when his sm times shifted and were just very briefly, not a scroll before he went to sleep, hardly any likes! How about that? And that's just a few things this blogger leaves out, as it doesn't fit the narative.

We all could have, and did, already predict how this blogger was going to use every little straw she could come up with to spin her story around Sarah from the moment she learned they stayed in GC at the same airbnb. And let me remind you, it wasn't her who found that out, nor her team. It was because I was far ahead and already following things and worked out the villa, before the other blogger even knew her name. If it wasn't for a tweet on Monday 15 January nobody had known he went to GC at all! The said blogger even had to copy images from my blog as she didn't had any stories of Sarah from before. Also not Sunday but Monday he flew to GC and flew early on Friday to Kitzbuhel, not for work or any job but simply by choice. And from there to Munich which wasn't work either, and on to Oostende, work related for one day and from there to LA. How easy would it have been to catch up in Glasgow in between? And why not???

On top of that, and that's what you can't apply to your logic, I heard and saw a few other things, involving women. Not the women you expect, not the characteristics you listed. I haven't posted about that and I wont elaborate on it as well. But for what it is worth, the things I heard and saw doesn't leave much doubt. If I would do the same as this other blogger, I had a lot more proof and coincidences to show you than in Sarah's case. One of the stories I'm told and saw enough evidence of leaves hardly any room for doubts. But I'm not ready to share these information. As what I was told and shown is in confidence not to be shared, people coming to me as they learned they can trust me, as I don't throw any women under the bus and I'm so glad their names didn't turn up in any of my anon messages or anywhere else. I have my integrity and I'm sure I wouldn't have any triumphant feelings about it if I out these things. On the contrary.

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what does the grooming process look like for stellina and kep?

my 'process" for grooming is very much what i would call 'poor man's dog training':

get a silicone lick-mat

apply peanut butter very generously

slap that bad boy onto the front of the fridge/kitchen appliances at dog eye-level

groom while they're distracted

i start this process day 1 as puppies and continue it through their whole lives. should i actually be putting in the effort to actually train them to stand still and quietly for grooming without the need for food distraction? yes. do i? no i'm lazy.

or if you're asking about like, what grooming i'm actually doing:

hair: i do an all-over brush at least once a week (should do twice but again, lazy and not needed). takes like 20-30 mins. my 'schedule' for brushing is basically this:

red areas (behind ears, arm/legpits) are high-friction and very prone to matting. these you have to brush out at least once a week, no exceptions, or you will get mats. this is also very sensitive skin so it's good to desensitize them to brushing as much as you can.

yellow areas should be brushed at least once weekly to comb out any tangles and debris, but are less prone to matting.

and then the rest of them i'll brush through but that's about it, that part pretty much never tangles.

i normally just use a pin brush and slicker brush, and a metal comb for the yellow/red areas. sometimes an undercoat rake if they're very sheddy.

collies are 'dry' dogs - they don't really drool, and they don't have the oily waterproof coat that breeds like a lab or hound does, so they're naturally low-odor without much of a 'doggy' smell. i'll bathe every 4-8 weeks depending on what the weather's like and if their skin seems like it's getting cruddy. 2-3 times a year i'll take them to a groomer to have them do a 'deshed' treatment where they really blow out the undercoat, because this makes a huge difference in keeping them comfortable in the heat, and in how much hair i have to vacuum.

for stellina i've also been getting an outline trim (shortening up the yellow areas on the pic with long feathering) in spring and fall, it just keeps things cleaner and it makes a huge difference in the amount of time i have to spend brushing.

feet: i dremel nails every week, same PB-mat method as with brushing. every week is probably overkill but i think it's good desensitization and also i hate long nails on dogs so i'm a bit anal about it. collies tend to get long hair on the feet/between the pads, some people like the 'grinch feet' look but personally i fucking hate it so every 4-6 weeks i just take round-tip scissors and clean them up.

other: the rest i do as needed, e.g. if i see any wax/debris in the ears i'll do a clean with OTC ear cleaner and a cotton ball. one of stellina's eyes tends to be teary, so about once a week i take a warm washcloth and wipe them down to prevent tear stains. and then i vacuum my house weekly, sometimes every 2 weeks if it's not too bad.

honestly i'm writing a lot but what i've listed here is way less than 1 hour a week on average, collies IMO are not particularly high-grooming needs dogs (compared to, say, a doodle or OES that needs daily brushing and regular professional grooming). i find the grooming and hair totally manageable. i honestly prefer dealing with long hair because it tends to clump together on the ground, rather than short hairs that fly and scatter into everything. people tend to see roughs and go 'oh no way too much hair' but like, it is super manageable as long as you've got half an hour at some point each week to brush your dog. i'm very obsessive about my pets being 'neat' and i do fine.

sorry for the incredibly overly-long answer to your very simple ask lmao

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 11- Knife Kink

This was requested by @jihoonswifey I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Assassin!Jihoon x Assassin!Reader

Warning: Enemies to lovers if you squint, mentions of killing, a little bit of blood, mentions of masturbation.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

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You had a tough job and when you were finished for the day you wanted nothing more than to come home and try and relax. You thought it would be something that was harder to do considering you were one of the top assassins in the world, but it was honestly quite easy to keep your work and personal life separate. You had just come back from a particularly stressful job. Everything almost went to shit but you were able to pull it off. Now you were heading back home well your home for now that is. The nature of your job had you moving around a lot but you always were able to make a home out of wherever you end up.

You make your way back to your house but pause when you walk in. Certain things are out of place you can sense that someone has been here maybe that someone is still here. You're trained eyes tell you that there is someone here that isn't supposed to be. Before stepping any further into the house you take out the knife that's hidden in your boot. You're in a fighter stance As you move through your house not taking any chances you move slowly from room to room. You're hyperaware and on edge it could be some random burglar or it could be any one of the many enemies that you've made, you weren't sure.

The last place you checked was your bedroom. Surely no one would think to come in here but it would also be where you'd be most vulnerable. Before stepping in you scoped out the room mentally noting everything that you could see, hear, and smell. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Thinking it was safe you stepped into the room not putting down your knife just yet to be sure. You moved around the room checking every area and found nothing. Just as you thought the coast was clear you felt the cold press of someone else's knife against your throat. You recognize the build and the very subtle cologne he wore most importantly you recognize the knife that was being held to your throat.

"Park Jihoon," you sneered, "What an unpleasant surprise. Finally, come to try and finish me off?"

He snickered pressing the knife slightly further into your neck, "I am shocked it took me this long. It was so easy to get in here and take you by surprise." Park Jihoon was your worst enemy well, he was more like a rival. You both were the top two assassins in the world and depending on who was being asked you each claimed to be the best. The worst part is that he is unbelievably attractive. You would never mention it to him, but he knew. Part of the reason he was so good at what he did was because he could earn his targets trust with his good looks. Your little banter distracted him enough for you to counter his movements and break free of his hold.

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There was a brief pause before you started fighting. Knives flew through the air and fists striking any parts they could reach. It lasted for a good while. When you broke away each of you thought that you had come away from the altercation without a scratch. That is until Jihoon felt his nose you had caught him with your knife and he was bleeding. He had sliced a little piece of your clavicle and you were bleeding as well.

You couldn't tell if it was the adrenaline talking or something else but the feeling of Jihoon's blade running along your skin made you shiver. You always appreciated knives, they were simple, beautiful, and versatile. There were so many different kinds that did different things. For example the karambit you were currently holding was really only useful for slashing rather than stabbing. It was also a great tool to fidget with if you ever got bored.

"What's the matter," Jihoon's voice sounded breaking your train off thought, "scared already?"

"In your dreams. I was just thinking," your voice trailed off. You ran closer to him. You were able to catch him by surprise and pun him against the wall your blade now at his throat. You finished the sentence, "Doesn't the feeling of a blade running along your skin make you feel like electricity is running through you?" You run the very tip of your curved knife gently asking his skin. "Doesn't this feel good?"

Jihoon moanwd at the action, he didn't mean to let it slip but you were right it did feel good. Too cover up his slip this time he countered you but instead of pushing you away he traded places with you. He started running his own blade along any surface of your skin he could reach. Then he asked, "I don't know you tell me." It was your turn to moan. You couldn't help it, it truly felt so good. The shallow teasing of the knifes edge as well as when he'd press a little harder not enough to draw blood yet but hard enough to cause red lines to appear.

The moment was so heated that what happened next shocked you both. You leaned into each other locking lips in a passionate kiss. Shirts were thrown every which way and you each took pleasure in running your blades across the others skin. It was dangerous and so very hot. You free hand not holding a knife was in his hair pulling at the strands. His free hand was on your hip. You both had moved from standing to now sitting. Him sitting on your bed and you straddling his lap as the lustful moment continued.

You had begun rutting your hips against his. He helped guide you with the hand still on your hip. You could feel him getting harder beneath you. The tension in the air was so thick. Before it could continue any more you heard his beeper going off. It was the signal that he had a job.

"Fuck they really have terrible timing don't they," you said disappointed and more than horny but getting off his lap anyway. You looked for his shirt and threw it to him.

"Tell me about it," he said, "I am going to have to go take care of this before the job or else I won't be able to get it done." Be was referring to the large tent now very obvious in his pants. The sight only making you wetter.

"Don't worry I'll be back eventually to finish what we started," he said with a wink before taking off. You were not sure if he meant that he'd be back to fuck you or to kill you but either way you don't think you'd mind if this became a regular thing. All that was left to do now was to take care of yourself so you could actually rest.

A/N: I know this isn't the smuttiest smut but sometimes I like to leave it open to continue it! I hope you all enjoyed thank you again to @jihoonswifey for requesting this and now is the perfect time to remind you all once again that my asks are open!

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #x reader #k pop smut #treasure smut #park jihoon #jihoon treasure #jihoon smut #jihoon x reader #treasure

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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Thanks for stopping by~ ♡

If you would like to learn more about me, my content, or my request guidelines, please open this post.

I post fake texts, reactions, drabbles, and full fics (anywhere between 1500 and 6000 words). My texts are most commonly split between Hyung Line and Maknae Line, and they can vary quite a bit on how raunchy they are.

I'm very kink friendly and have been an active member of the bdsm community for 5+ years so I do not shy away from the vast majority of kinks, but they will always be written as realistically as possible. This means if you request heavier kinks or kinks that are on the deeper end of safety risks, I will do my best to write negotiation and consent checks into the story. I know we all love heavy fantasy content, but I personally will not write themes that imply any character is doing something against their own free will. I WILL, however, consider writing heavier themes if it is an idea that really sparks my interest.

I do not write anything involving character death or heavy angst, but I will write things along the lines of Yandere themes and criminal acts. Anything that does not involve the reader or main character being unwilling or having violent acts committed against them is fair game.

I do not write for ships, but I will write certain points of mxm interaction if it benefits the story (such as threesomes etc.)

I am VERY enthusiastic about fantasy creatures and will HAPPILY write your kinky werewolf fanfic if you ask nicely! I also won't shy away from A/B/O dynamics if you're so inclined... or hybrids. I love me some hybrids.

If you're unsure about whether I'd be willing to write your request, please take a look at my list below of wills and wonts. If you don't see what you want on there, shoot me a message or an ask.

Ult group: Stray Kids

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Age: 25 years old

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Edge play kinks, fictional creatures (hybrids, werewolves, ghosts), ot8 scenarios, threesomes and anything above a threesome, dubious consent, unhinged member x reader, violence NOT committed against reader, ftm reader, marijuana use.

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Pregnant reader, lactation kink, barely legal, high school, young reader x much older member and vice versa, dad stray kids, parent reader, hard drug use, violence against reader, character death, heavy angst, cheating.

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Religious Corruption: The Path to Righteousness

Professor!Dave York x Virgin!F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.4k

Warnings: Religion kink, corruption kink, innocence kink, age gap, unbalanced power dynamic, grooming (?), professor/student relationship, blasphemy, anal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, feelings, sex toys, nipple clamps, overstimulation, cock rings, multiple orgasms, breath play, gagging, mentions of safe words/procedures, derogatory language, arguments, disownment

Comments: Dave discovers that he allows you more leeway that anyone else, letting you stay with him and dictate things. Making him wonder why as your own feelings for him become obvious.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

!!Additional Warnings!! - There are themes in this fic that might be disturbing to some. Religion/Power Dynamics/Age Gap - consume at your own risk.

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The rhythmic humming from the radio made you tap your feet, slightly swaying your hips as you stared down at the recipe book in front of you. Dave had texted you just before your bible study session and asked if you wanted to stay at his for the weekend and of course you immediately responded yes and asked if you could cook for him and now a few hours later here you are, obsessing over a carbonara recipe you’ve made dozens of times.

He’s sitting in the corner of the room, going through a small stack of marking that he had said he wanted to do this evening so the whole weekend could be spent with you.

Looking up from a paper, Dave smirks as he watches you dance by yourself in his kitchen as you cook. You’ve gotten comfortable here, since you spend a lot of time here with him. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Sorry,” you say with a giggle, “I didn’t mean to distract you.” You move around his kitchen with ease, already aware of where everything lives and you pull out a pot and fill it up with water ready for the pasta.

“Sure you didn’t.” He snorts and smirks at you before looking back down at his papers. “You aren’t hoping one of these papers are yours and I give you a high mark because you’re shaking your ass in front of me.”

“Will that work?” You say, as you start working on the sauce. “Can I fuck my way to an A?”

“Depends on how you want to fuck me to that A.” Dave jokes as he looks up again and grins.

“How would you want me to?” You feel your face heat up a little as you ask, but you can’t deny your confidence has grown since losing your virginity.

“Nasty.” He chuckles. “The dirtiest, filthiest sex you can imagine, sweetheart. Tell me what you’d do.”

“Oh,” you say, before thinking about it. “I would ride you, in your office. During office hours and then drip your cum as you lecture us about virtue and making good choices.”

He smirks and waggles his brows. “I can make that happen. No panties. You smear my cum on your seat like the dirty little whore you are.”

“A dirty little whore?” You say as you raise an eyebrow, “Now, who turned me into one of those? And tell me… what’s the filthiest sex you can imagine?”

He chuckles and eyes you with dark eyes. “Do you really want to know?” He asks softly.

“I do.” You break the pasta and dump it in the salted and now boiling water before turning your full attention back to him. “Tell me.”

“Bending you over that table, spitting on your little puckered hole and pressing my thumb inside while I just wreck your sweet little pussy and fill it full of my cum.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, “Do we have time before the pasta cooks?” Your body reacts visibly to his words and you know he can see your breath hitch as you think about what he said, eyes darting over to the kitchen table as the image starts to play out in your head.

“Do you think I would hurt you?” He asks, frowning slightly at the idea.

“No,” you admit honestly, “No one has ever touched me there before though.” You know he already knows this, he’s the only person to have ever touched you… to have kissed you. “I like being overwhelmed by you.”

“You know you can say no, right?” He tosses his pen down and stands, already half hard from the idea of debauching you even more. “Anytime.”

“I know. But I also know that I don’t want to say no to you.”

“Take your panties off and bend over the island.” Dave orders, voice rough and laced with lust.

“Kiss me first,” you say, each word dripping with an obvious desperation to feel his lips against yours. “Please.”

He moves over to you, aware that he should deny you, show you who is in charge. Aware that there’s been a slight shift in the way he deals with the girls he fucks. Pushing it out of his mind, he drags you close and immediately plunders your mouth ruthlessly in a hot kiss.

You smile against his mouth, unable to stop yourself as he shoves his tongue into yours. It’s not a long kiss but it’s enough to leave you breathless, the kind of kiss that has your lips tingling afterwards. The second he pulls back you’re obeying his order, hitching up your dress and pulling down your panties.

“You should just shed your panties at the door.” He chuckles, turning you around and squeezing your ass with both hands.

“You’d just add them to your rapidly growing collection and I’ve got to keep some,” you giggle, before gasping at his deliciously rough treatment of you. “Something tells me that you wouldn’t be happy knowing I'm sitting in Mr. Redgraves lectures without any panties on.”

“Fuck that asshole.” Dave slaps your ass and shakes his head. “Better yet, don’t fuck him, you only fuck me. No one else.” He growls possessively, surprising even himself from the ferocity of his tone.

“You’re the only person I want to fuck, only person that’s ever touched me,” you say as you start to drip down your legs, loving how rough he’s being. “I’m all yours, Dave. Just yours.”

He’s never been a possessive man, not with the girls that he’s chosen to corrupt. Using them until he’s done with them and then cutting them loose is his routine. But the idea of someone else touching you pisses him off. “Good.” He kicks your feet wide and presses your breasts against the marble of the counter.

You let him mould your body into position, wondering if he’ll say anything about the way you’ve soaked your thighs from the anticipation of his touch alone. “I belong to you,” you whisper, listening as he unbuckles his belt, “Just you.”

“Good girl.” He hums. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you say with a breathy moan, “Yours.”

“You should be on your knees in church.” He grunts. “But you’d rather be on your knees for me.”

You groan as he starts to push inside of you, enamoured by the way overwhelms you in the most delicious way. “Yes, Dave,” you moan, “I’d commit every sin to please you, suck your cock during service... I’d do anything.”

“Might have to do that.” He groans, imagining your mouth around his cock while the priest drones on. He twitches inside you.

“Please,” you beg, moaning as your walls tightly hug his twitching cock. “Fuck me, Dave, I wanna feel you leak out of me as I finish cooking your dinner.”

His answer is to do exactly what he told you he would do. He spreads your cheeks apart so he can spit on your other hole. Watching is slide down and hums in satisfaction.

“Ohh Dave,” you gasp, as he spits on your tightest hole. Your pussy clamping down hard around him at his filthy little action, “Fuck.”

His thumb swipes through the spit and he starts to massage your sphincter. “Fuck, you like this?” He asks, starting to rock his hips.

Words fail you as he pushes up against that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, “L-love it.”

Humming, he presses a little harder as he massages your hole, watching your cheeks try to flutter but his other hand holds them apart. “Yeah?” He groans. “Filthy thing.”

“Lie to me,” you beg, as he drives himself in and out of your cunt with vigour, playing with your puckered hole and making you come apart on his kitchen table, “Tell me you’re mine too.”

“I’m yours.” He groans, the words slipping out of his mouth easier than they should have. “All yours, baby, fuck, I’m all yours.” He promises, breaching your hole and feeling the tight ring of muscles suck him in.

You cum devastatingly hard at his words, clamping down around him so tightly that his rhythm slips and he stutters behind you. The feeling of his thumb inside of your tight little hole a little sore but you find yourself like the way it feels. Loving that he’s the only person to have touched you everywhere and content on letting him continue to take you however he pleases. “All mine,” you pant, “Fill up my little pussy, it belongs to you anyway.”

“Shit.” He hisses, clenching his teeth and he starts to rail you. Ramming your hips into the counter as he fucks into you just as hard and as deep as he can. Keeping his thumb buried in your ass and enjoying how much tighter is makes your already tight pussy feels. “My pussy, my fucking cunt, my little whore.” He babbles as he fucks you.

“Yours,” you chant over and over, as he keeps his promise and he wrecks you. Every slam of his hips designed to split you open, to make you feel nothing but him for long after he’s pulled out of you. “Only yours.”

He knows the pasta is boiling and he needs to let you get back to cooking, but he’s not stopping until your cunt has milked him dry and you’ve screamed his name. “Mine.” He snarls.

It takes you by surprise as you’re coming apart around him again, the possessive tone in which he claims you as his throwing you over that edge as he doubles down on his thrusts. Fucking you rougher than the previous times, slamming the air from your lungs and clearing your head of any thoughts that aren’t of him.

You don’t scream, but he feels you cum and it’s good enough. Another four or five thrusts has him pushing deep, groaning your name and filling your pussy full, just like you had wanted. Grinding deep while he spills inside you.

You love it. You love the way his cock throbs as it releases rope after rope of cum. You love the way your pussy sucks around him and greedily pulls him back in when he rolls his hips. You love the filth he spits down at you as pleasure rips through him and you love the way your bodies seem to fit each others perfectly. “You’re all mine,” you mumble quietly, unsure if he’d be able to hear it over the grunts and groans he’s still spilling out of his lips.

Dave continues to grind into you until every drop of his cum pumps inside you and then he stills. Looking down and admiring the filthy scene, he enjoys the way you moan quietly when he moves his thumb inside you and twitches in response. “Nasty enough for you, little girl?” He asks with a low groan.

“Yes,” you murmur into the marble counter, slumped over in pure bliss. “You are amazing.”

He stays like that for another moment, admiring the view and his hand slides from your butt cheeks to caress your side gently.

“Gonna fall asleep like this if I don’t move soon ,” you say with a giggle, “Let me cook for you.”

“I guess.” He huffs playfully and starts to slowly pull his thumb out of you and the pulls out of you to watch his cum drip for a moment.

You feel his eyes on you, the soft grunts he makes as he stares at your exposed core makes you flutter around nothing. “Dave,” you say softly.

“Hmmmm?” He tears his eyes away and pulls back, turning you around and kissing you once more.

“I really like staying here with you,” you say before pushing your lips back against his and then taking a step back. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“I like you being here too.” It’s true, he likes having you tinker around his house, cooking or just dancing around while you are supposed to be working on your studies.

You smile at his unexpected admission, honestly thinking he’d make a remark that would have you rolling your eyes or he’d just slap your ass. You stir the pasta and turn up the heat, glad to see it hasn’t stuck to the pan and you start heating up the sauce. “How much more marking do you have left?”

“Not too much.” Dave tucks his cock back into his pants and moves over to wash his hands in the sink. “Then I’m all yours for the rest of the weekend.” He should take you back to your dorm, but he doesn’t want to. Rather have you here with him.

“That sounds perfect… What do you have planned for me Professor?” You wink before stirring the sauce.

Smirking, he leans against the counter and watches you as you continue to make dinner. It’s interesting how at home you feel in his house, how comfortable he feels with you here. Just last weekend you had found a chair that you had said would be perfect for you to sit in and read while he graded papers. He hadn’t bought it, but it was tempting. “You’ll just have to find out, won’t you. Maybe a lesson in patience.”

“And what if I don’t want to be taught a lesson in patience?”A smile spreads across your face as you turn to look at him, your heart fluttering as you take him in.

“Then I’m going to spank your ass while you are warming my cock.” Dave tells you, lifting a brow.

“You make promises like that and I'm definitely going to burn your dinner,” you say before wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really really mean it when I say I love being here with you.”

“Finish dinner.” Dave pats your ass, unable to admit that he would want you here all the time if it wouldn’t be suspicious. He kisses you quickly and smirks. “Otherwise we won’t eat.”

“Trust me… You’ll be eating,” you say with a grin, surprised at how confident you’re being.

“You think I’m going to eat your pussy?” Dave asks. “Maybe I should give a lecture on it one day? How to Biblically eat pussy.”

“I know you are,” you say as you start to drain the pasta. “And no, I don’t need to see Deandra throw herself at you any harder than she already does.”

He chuckles, amused by your jealousy. He would have never chosen Deandra for his class pet, simply because of his she throws herself at him. “Jealousy is a sin.” He warns playfully.

“Shut up. I’m not jealous,” you say, a little annoyed at just the thought of her digging her nails into him. “Do you want extra cheese?”

“Hmm huh.” He’s doubtful of that, but he doesn’t comment further. “Please.”

You giggle a little at the expression on his face that clearly reads him not believing you, before dishing out his meal with an extra sprinkling of cheese. “Eat up, old man.”

“Old man.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “How often are you the one passed out before me?”

“Shut up,” you repeat with a louder giggle. “Can’t help that you insist on fucking me into a coma.”

“Would you rather I not fuck you into a coma?” He asks with a smirk.

“You already know the answer to that,” you say before taking a large bite of your dinner.

“Considering you want me to fuck you all the time, I say that you like it.” He’s proud of that, winking at you.

“What can I say, I like being near you,” you say with a cute scrunch of your nose. “I have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” You are a good cook, made even better by the ability to do what you want. He takes a large bite of his meal and groans happily.

“What is something I can do for you?” You ask a little timidly, “Something you’ve always wanted but never done.”

Dave chews slowly and contemplates that as he eats. Watching you watch him, those doe innocent eyes hopeful and eager to please. “Suck my cock while I eat, while I work.” He decides. “While you have a toy buzzing away inside you.”

“I don’t have any toys,” you say a little worried you’ll disappoint him, “I can’t have anything like that in my dorm… If they find it they’ll tell my parents.”

“I’ll buy you a toy,” Dave decides. “We’ll go after we eat.”

“Okay.” You take a few more bites of your food, a little bit of anxiety building up in your stomach as you do so. “Thank you.”

“Do you like the idea of a toy?” He asks, noticing that you seem a little uneasy.

“Yes,” you admit, “I’ve never been shopping for one before, so i’m a little clueless. I don’t want something as big as you. I like it when you’re the one to stretch me like that.”

“We won’t get you anything you don’t like.” He promises. “We can take our time and find some for you to use in the dorm too. I’ll call you and listen to you use it.”

“Dirty,” you tease before finishing up your dinner, “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Do you want to clean up and then we will go?” Dave asks.

“Yes sir,” you say with a wink. Taking both of your plates over to the counter and beginning to load them into the dishwasher.

“Brat.” He huffs, shaking his head at you fondly.

You finish loading the dishwasher with a big smile on your face, “You ready?”

“Food put away?” He asks, finishing his last papers and standing up to walk over to you.

“Yeah, all done.” The counter is gleaming and everything has been put away in the refrigerator. “Just waiting on you.”

“Waiting on me?” He snags the keys and his wallet out of the drawer he sets them in and smirks. “Let’s go buy you toys.”

The car ride isn’t terribly long, and he lets you quiz him on some parts of his life that he’s kept secret thus far and you decide not to pry anymore. Instead you reach over and rest your hand on his thigh, giving it the occasional squeeze as you listen to the music.

He takes you to a store that is a little farther away so there is less of a chance of running into someone you know. The sign is discreet and he smirks once he parks. “I know it doesn’t look like a toy shop, but it is.”

“The windows are grayed out? Are you sure it’s occupied?” You ask, clearly puzzled.

“It’s so people can’t see the scandalous items inside.” He chuckles and opens his door to step out of the car.

“Oh.” Following his lead you step out of the car and walk over to him. Nerves floating around your tummy as you approach the store. “Some might think you’d enjoy corrupting me, Dave.”

“Figured it out, huh?” He means it as a joke and knows you will take it as one.

“Mhmm,” you giggle, before pressing a very quick kiss to the tip of his shoulder.

He guides you into the store and stops just inside the door to watch your reaction.

Your eyes widen as you look around the room, and your hand finds his. You entangle your fingers and squeeze hard before taking a step forward.

“It’s okay. I’m here with you.” He promises. “We can go look at whatever you want to.”

You take a few more steps, eyes scanning the shelves before something catches your eyes. Two small clamps with a matching chain.

He hums as he watches you step towards a display before you stop yourself. “Nipple clamps?” He asks with a smirk. “Those would be good.”

You pick them up and test the weight in your hands, before looking back at him and nodding. “These.”

“I want you to wear these one day to class.” He tells you, taking the clamps from to hold onto.

You raise an eyebrow at him and giggle, “Whatever you want. What should we look at? What are you thinking?”

“I want to get you a lipstick vibrator and a dildo.”

“Okay,” you say before biting down on your lip, “Lead the way.”

He looks around at the signs and guides you towards the vibrators first. Wanting your opinion on the small, discreet options for you to take home. He might even get one to use on you at his house too.

“They do room checks,” you say quietly, “If they find something, anything, they’ll inform my parents. I need it to be small.”

“Like this?” He points out a vibrator that is the size of a lipstick tube and looks like it up close.

You pick it up and a smile immediately spreads across your face, “Ye-yeah, I like this one.”

“Then that’s the one you will take back to your dorm.” He hums. “And pick out one for the house.”

“You want me to pick one?” You say, a little surprised. Your eyes scan over the selection, avoiding the ones that look big enough the rip you open and you settle on a small glass pinkish dildo. “I like this one.”

“You want glass? It won’t be flexible.” He cautions as he picks it up and feels the weight and shape of it.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scramble, feeling a little embarrassed. “Maybe you should pick.”

“No,” he shakes his head and hands the dildo to you. “It should be what you want. If you want glass, that’s fine. There’s no wrong answer.”

“It’s not as big as you,” you say quickly, “You’re thicker and longer and I like the real thing. I want something that’ll leave me wanting you even more.” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed at your own admission.

He smirks at your confession and nods. “Then let’s look over here at these.” He doesn’t let you put the other dildo up, he wants you to compare them. “How about this?”

“Silicone Rabbit?” You ask, “Oh, so it moves?”

“Yes it does. Vibrates and moves.”

You gently nuzzle your face into the top of his arm and nod a few times, “Okay babe. Let’s try that one then.”

“Why are you being so shy?” Dave chuckles and shakes his head, even though he loves it. “You will have fun when I’m making you cum with these.”

You nuzzle your face into his arm again and giggle, “Daaaaave, we need to get you something.”

“What do you want to get me?” His brow raises in interest, wondering where your mind is going.

You shrug before taking a few steps, looking at everything you occasionally stopping to pick something up before popping it back down. “This looks good,” you say with a grin, passing him the small box containing a vibrating cock ring. “I think a sex swing is a little too much for my first visit here.”

“A cock ring?” He snorts and holds it up. If it weren’t for your shy grin, he would immediately say no. “Do you know what this does?” He asks.

“No,” you admit, trying not to show him that you’re a little defeated by his reaction. “I thought it would make you feel good.”

“It will make me feel good, baby girl.” He coos quietly, leaning in to whisper into your ear. “A cock ring makes it harder to cum because it restricts blood flow. I can fuck you longer with it on. Do you want that? Me to really wreck your little pussy?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling your panties dampen at the thought of it. “God, I need it. Do you want that?”

“Yes I do.” He chuckles. “We will save it for next weekend.” He decides. “Because you will need two days to recover.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, before rocking up on your tiptoes and kissing his lips, “I really like being yours.”

“You do, huh?” He smirks and shakes his head. “If your priest could see you right now, he would be very disappointed.”

“I’ll make sure I spend a little extra time on my knees to make up for it,” you giggle, before pulling him towards the cashier.

“Nothing else? Edible panties?” He waggles his brows at you playfully.

“Not this time, babe.” You say testing out the term of the endearment for the second time and seeing how he responds to it. “Let’s get back to your place and I might let you fuck me again.”

“Might let me?” He growls, frowning at you.

“Might.” You reply playfully before adorably scrunching up you nose and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Definitely.”

“Good girl.” Dave pats your ass as the two of you walk towards the registers.

“Good evening, sir” the girl behind the desk greets Dave with, completely ignoring your existence. “Did you find everything you were looking for or do you need any assistance?”

“Found everything we need.” He smirks and sets the four items down on the counter. “Thank you though.”

Feeling a little jealous, you press yourself up against his side and rest your head on his shoulder, a display that you’re unsure Dave will be happy about but figuring the punishment will involve something that’ll have you dripping arousal down your thighs.

He hums when he feels you snuggle up to him, amused by the possessiveness he sees in your actions. “We’re planning on having a very good evening.” He chuckles, nodding to the purchases. “Why don’t you go pick out a flavored lube, baby girl?”

“Banana,” you say almost immediately, not wanting to move from him. “You have some over there right?” Pointing towards the stash behind the counter.

The girl frowns and turns around to grab the lube and slaps it down on the counter in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say with a smirk.

“Cash or credit?” She scoffs, and you begin to reach into your handbag, “Cash.”

Dave reaches out and stops you, shaking his head. “I’ll pay for it.” He tells you, not wanting you to pay for these toys. “Put your money away, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to pay babe,” you say with a shake of your head, but he’s swiping his card before you can stop him. “Thank you.”

“Of course I’m paying.” He snorts, “I want to pay.”

“Thank you,” you repeat again with a genuine smile.

****

“I don’t remember the last time someone bought me a gift that wasn’t a bible or something to pray with,” you hum as you look through the bag. Testing the weight of the clamps again. “No wait, I do! Aunt Joy. My moms sister - I met her once when I was eight, she travelled from Australia and she bought me a ‘Beach Babe Barbie’ and I absolutely loved her.” You say with a smile, thinking fondly back on the memory. “She had two bathing suits, a regular outfit and came with sunglasses and a beach ball. The day after Aunt Joy went home, barbie was sent packing too.”

“You want me to buy you a Barbie?” He asks, lifting a brow playfully. He would buy you one too, just to see you smile happily.

“No,” you say with a shake of your head and another smile. “But thank you. And thank you for this… I feel like how a person is supposed to feel on Christmas or their birthday. I know you’ll be enjoying them as much as me, but… just thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He promises, letting you hold the bag and guiding you out of the store. “I’ll even let you put the cock ring on me.”

“You’re so romantic, did you know what?” You laugh, as you tighten your grip on his hand. Feeling an odd weight being lifted off your shoulders after revealing things about your past that no one else knew. “Take me home, babe, you can play with the chain on the clamps while you eat my pussy.”

“Now who’s being romantic.” He snorts, opening the door for you and waiting for you to climb into the car.

Instead of climbing into the car, you seize the opportunity and slam your lips against his. Kissing him hard and a little bit messy as you wrap your arms around his neck tightly and pressing your body up against his.

He kisses you back and turns to press you against the car. Letting you lead the kiss as your tongue sides into his mouth.

Taking advantage of being in control your tongue greedily licks into his mouth and dances against his as you tug roughly on his hair, making him grunt. It’s sloppy, but you don’t care, your inexperience still obvious but all you can bring yourself to care about is him. Kissing him. Touching him. Feeling him pressed up against you. You want to wrap your legs around him and let him slip into you here and now, uncaring that you’re in public and anyone could see.

He lets you control it for a few more moments before he pulls away. “Come on, you exhibitionist.” He teases. “We don’t need to give the world a show.”

“Take me home,” you say breathlessly, arousal coating your thighs as your needy pussy starts to throb for him. “I need you.”

“Insatiable.” He’s proud that he’s turned you from a virginal mess to such a cock craven whore. His hand slides under your dress and he rubs your clit as he guides you back to the door again.

“Don’t tease,” you say, as you press your head against his chest. “Fuck.”

“Not teasing.” He hums. “Promising what is to cum.” He smirks at his pun and takes the bag from your hand, and idea forming in his head. “Get in the car and take off your panties.”

You do as he says quickly climbing into the seat and shimmying your panties down your legs, waiting impatiently for him to get in the car. They’re soaked. You know he’s going to ask to see them and you teeth sink into your lower lip as you stare at the unmistakable wet patches.

Stopping at the trunk of the car, Dave pulls out the lipstick vibrator and puts the batteries in it. Smirking to himself when he climbs in and hands it to you. “Put your feet up on the dash and spread them wide. I want to see your pussy.”

“Dave,” you gasp, “What if someone walks past?”

“Then they see a pretty cunt being pleasured.” He grunts, his eyes flashing in amusement.

You glance around and feel a little relaxed by the fact no one else is around, you do as he says, spreading your legs and trying not to cringe as he looks down at your soaked pussy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you say quietly.

“All those toys sparking your imagination?” He asks, leaning over and sliding a finger through your folds. “I should go back inside and get you some remote controlled panties. Or a vibrator I slide inside you before class.” He hums, cock twitching in his pants.

“Fuck,” you murmur, “You could control it during class?” You ask with a moan as he teases your clit. “Babe, I need you.”

“I’m right here.” He reminds you, groaning at how wet you are. “I can’t fuck you in the car.”

“Take me home then,” you plead, desperate to be overwhelmed by him. “Dave, I need you so bad.”

“Poor little thing, you need to cum, don’t you?” He coos.

“I just need you,” you whimper, sinking down into the seat.

It’s thrilling, like a drug or a God complex, hearing those words fall from your sweet lips. Hearing that only he can fulfill your needs. He hums and pulls his fingers away. “I won’t always be there when you need me, take your little vibrator and see how it feels against your clit. I want to watch.”

You don’t want to hear what he’s saying, you know he isn’t yours but those words seem to confirm it in a way that makes your chest hurt. “Yes sir,” you say quietly, switching it on and pressing it to your little bundle of nerves.

“Good girl.” He praises. “Play with your clit where anyone could see you. Find what feels good.”

“Take me home,” you beg, but while still doing as he asks. Moaning in delight as it vibrates delicately against your bud.

“I am.” He starts the car. “Then you can have me. I’ll fuck you full again. Keep you on my cock while you play with your new toys.”

You move your legs off the dashboard but keep them spread wide, not wanting anyone to see you but Dave as he drives. “Want you to -fuckfuckfuckfuck- sleep inside me again.”

“You liked that, huh?” Last weekend, he had kept his cock buried inside you while you slept on him. Waking you up to fuck you throughout the night.

“Yes,” you gasp, as you press the vibrator a little harder against your clit, arousal dripping down the leather seats as you rapidly approach your high. “Loved it.”

“Good.” He groans, watching as you thigh starts to shake. “How does it feel?”

“So good.” The pressure continues to build and you begin to moan his name, saying nothing but Dave over and over as you reach your peak and come hard. Pulling the still vibrating toy away from your clit as you convulse through the aftershocks.

“How was that?” He asks, his voice raspy and his cock is throbbing as he watched you play with yourself.

“Good,” you manage to choke out, “Really fucking good.” You reach over and stroke his thigh, desperate to get back to his and feel him buried deep inside of you.

“Do it again.” He orders with a smirk. “You cum until I get you home.”

Without another word you switch the toy back on and rub it against your clit, varying the pressure in which you hold it against your bundle of nerves. “You like this?” You murmur between gasps of pleasure, “Like watching me play with the pussy that belongs to you?”

“Yes.” He grunts and alternates between the road and your cunt. His eyes flutter back up to your face and he smirks. “I think you like playing with it in front of me too. Showing me what you want.”

“I do.” You say with a teasing smile, “I think about slipping my hand in my panties at the back of your lecture hall, knowing no one but you would see me, think about whether you’d punish or praise me afterwards.”

“You should find out.” He groans, imagining forcing himself through a boring lecture to equally boring students while watching you play with your cunt.

You feel yourself beginning to reach your second orgasm, and reduce the pressure wanting to drawl it out. “What if someone saw? Nicolas sits awfully close to me,” you say with a smirk, “What if he saw me playing with this tight little pussy?” You know he wouldn’t be able to, you sit so far back that the rest of the row is empty, the nearest person is nicholas but he’s tucked away in his own little corner.

“He’ll fail.” Dave growls, scowling fiercely.

You giggle at his possessiveness, “I’m going to do it now,” you say pressing the toy harder again, “When you least expect it, I’m going to spread these legs and slip a finger inside of me and pretend it’s you.”

“You want me to pull you into my office and fuck you, don’t you, little girl?”

“Do you want an honest answer?” You say with a breathy moan.

“Always.” He grunts, reaching down and adjusting himself through his trousers.

“I want you to pull me downstairs and bend me over your desk and fuck me in front of everyone,” you gasp out as you teeter over the edge, “I want you to fuck me and let them all know that this pussy belongs to you.”

“Yeah?” The ironic part of this is he wants that too. Maybe have you sitting on his cock while the class listens to him lecture. He would never do it, but he’s imagined it.

“Yeah,” you answer softly before falling off that edge, cumming with an even softer moan of his name.

You are so fucking pretty when you cum, he can’t get over it. Watching as you shake in the passenger seat.

You look up at him, his eyes flickering back and forth from the road to you. Wordlessly you gather up some of the slick on your fingertips and bring it up to his lips.

He opens his mouth without hesitation, letting you feed him your taste. Groaning around your fingers and sucking them clean.

“So much for you to lick up, babe,” you say as his tongue swipes around your digits, “I love it when you eat my pussy, and you’re going to eat it as soon as we get inside.”

“I am?” It’s always fun when you get bursts of confidence like this. Thinking you are in charge.

“Yes,” you sat as confidently as you can. “I know you love it when I soak your face.”

“You cream so easily for me.” He chuckles, the sound filthy and he reaches for his phone to open it and select the camera. “Take a picture of it.”

“Yes sir.” The immediate change of control makes him chuckle again, seconds after your filthy demands you’re obeying his. You snap a photo of your glistening cunt and take a few seconds to admire the photo before handing him back his phone. “I’m excited to try the clamps.”

“I did think you’d go for those.” He admits.

“Really?” You say sitting up slightly and pressing your legs together, your poor clit needing a break from the overstimulation. “I do like it when you suck on my nipples, so I was intrigued... God, who am I?” you giggle. “It wasn’t that long ago that I had never touched myself and now I’m spreading my legs in your car.”

“Someone who is being corrupted.” He jokes, smirking at you as he thinks about how true that is. “Next you’ll let me fuck you in the confessional.”

“Already sucked your cock in there,” you laugh. “I still don’t understand why you looked at me but I’m really glad you did, I feel alive when i’m with you.”

“You just don’t understand your appeal.” He can never tell you the real reason and he’s not quite ready to let you go.

“Mhmmm.” you hum, before reaching over and placing your hand on his thigh, “Hurry up and get us home, I need to make you feel good.”

“One day, I’ll get you to suck my cock while I’m driving.” You have lectured him on how dangerous road head was and he hasn’t pushed it yet.

“I bet you will,” you say with a roll of your eyes and a giggle. The rest of the trip is spent in comfortable silence, you find yourself more and more excited at the idea of the clamps. Loving the thought of him being rough with them as his face is buried in your pussy.a

Opening the garage door, Dave pulls the car inside and closes it behind you. “Go upstairs and strip.” He orders. “I want you on your knees on the bed when I come up. Wear your rosary.”

You nod before pressing a brief kiss to his lips, making your way up through the house and into his bedroom. You strip as quickly as you can and once you’re naked you place your rosary over your head and it hangs between your bare tits. You slide down onto your knees at the end of the bed and wait patiently for him to come in.

On your knees is where he loves to see you. Gazing up at him adoringly and willing to let him do anything he wants to your innocent body. He’s got the pictures to prove it. Unboxing the clamps and the toys, he strips himself and walks up the stairs to slowly tread down the hall.

You hear his footsteps as he pads down the hall and it makes you clench with excitement. He’s going to make you beg tonight, you can just tell by the tone of his voice, he’s not going to be content until your voice is all raspy and you’re a whimpering mess beneath him and you can’t wait.

Dave walks in, pleased that your thighs are spread so he can see your dripping cunt. Eager body ready for him. “Good girl.”

“Hi,” you respond with a smile to his praise, you watch his cock bob with every step he takes and it makes you clamp down around nothing. “I missed you.”

“So greedy.” He smirks in amusement. “Haven’t been out of your sight for five minutes and you miss me.” He teases.

“Your fault.” You say with a little pout, before shuffling a little closer to where he’s standing.

“Are you ready for the clamps?” He asks, holding them up.

“Yes sir,” you say with a nod of your head.

He hums and sets the other toys down so he can tweak your nipple, making it perk more before he starts to attach the clamps.

You gasp a little at the way he handles you, but excitement stirs in your stomach at what’s to come. Choosing to stay silent until he talks to you, you watch him intently, taking in just how good looking he is.

He hums, opening the small spring to widen the dull teeth of the clamp to allow your nipple to pass through it. Closing it slowly and watching your expression as the pressure starts to build in that breast.

You hiss a little, but you like it, the slight twang of pain making you want more. Gently you reach up and touch the bottom of his jaw, before dropping your hand in your lap again, waiting for him to clamp the other one.

He attaches the second clamp and steps back, looking at how filthy you appear with clamps on your nipples and your cunt dripping onto his bed.

“How do I look?” You ask, sounding more innocent than ever despite the filthy situation you’re in.

“You want to see how filthy you look?” He asks, smirking as he looks over at his phone. He likes taking pictures of you.

“Yes.” Your reply is instant, and you find yourself grinning as he strolls over to pick up his phone.

He opens the camera and takes several photos of you, enjoying the mixture of innocence and filth. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

You keen at his praise, “For your eyes only.” You tell him before slipping your hand before your legs and slightly rocking against it, moaning his name as he takes a few more photos. “Just for you.”

“Just for me.” He grunts, cock twitching and he throws the phone down so he can kneel on the bed. “My own personal little whore.” He takes the rosary and uses the cross to tap against the clamps and make you moan.

“For you to use whenever you want,” you say, before pulling him closer to you. “So use me.”

“I’ll use you.” He promises, reaching for the toy he had bought for you and holds it up. “This or my tongue?”

“Your tongue,” you reply a little too quickly. “Please.”

He chuckles, knowing you would choose that option. "My tongue it is."

You move yourself backwards and spread yourself across his bed, you love the way his mouth feels on you. You’ve become a little addicted to him licking your pussy, and he knows it. “Thank you,” you say as sweetly as you can, eager to be overwhelmed by his talented tongue.

He hums and slides onto his belly, lifting his hips to adjust his cock so he doesn't hurt himself. Arms under your thighs as he pulls you closer to him and lowers his mouth to your wet cunt.

“Oohhh,” you gasp, as his hot breath begins to coat your pussy. One of your hands finds its way into his hair and you push him down closer, desperate to feel him lapping against your clit. “Babe, please.”

"I've got you." He pulls away long enough to reassure you before he buries his tongue back inside your pussy just like you wanted him to be.

“Oh yes,” you squeal, as he works his magic. The sounds he’s making as he drags his tongue throughout your folds adding to the already immense pleasure. “I-I love your mouth,” you choke out, before testing the chain on your clamps. Pulling them slightly and cooing at the new sensation.

You love when he pleasures you. Loves when his mouth is lapping at your cunt like it's his last meal. He loves pulling those desperate gasps and squeals out of you. Loves how wickedly you crave his tongue. Coaxing pleasure out of you every flick of his tongue.

It’s only been a few months but everyday you find yourself biting back those three words that you know you shouldn’t admit, and when he’s pulling pleasure and worshipping your pussy like this, it gets harder and harder. Your teeth sink down into your lower lip, before a desperate moan fills the air. He’s sucking your clit so perfectly, keeping it between his lips as his tongue laps gently at it. “Gonna cum,” you babble as your hips lift off the bed and everything goes blurry.

Dave reaches up and twirls his fingers around the chain that hangs down between your breasts and the chain from the clamps. Tugging on them as he pushes you over the edge.

You scream his name as pleasure washes over you, your thighs continuing to shake as he refuses to let up on his delicious assault on your clit. “Love… love fuck,” you babble incoherently as he yanks on the chain yet again.

There are moments where he's sure that you are about to admit that you love him. He hears it on the tip of your tongue even if you don't vocalize it.

“Kiss me,” you beg, as you come down from your high. You know you’ve soaked him, you can feel arousal dripping from you but the temptation to reveal your feelings is growing stronger and you’re certain he doesn’t feel the same. Kissing him will stop the words falling from your mouth.

He moves up your body and presses his chest against yours. Groaning when he feels your clamps against his skin. Kissing you just like you requested and letting you taste yourself from his lips.

“Mine,” you murmur possessively against his lips, before pushing your tongue back into his mouth. Your hands trail down his body, grabbing and feeling him whether you can. Loving the feeling of safety that comes from him.

Tonight is different from what he had planned, but he's not upset about it. Giving you more control to take charge than he ever did, he finds he likes your hands on him, your eagerness to touch him addictive.

“Mine,” you repeat again, a little more forcefully this time. “I wanna jerk you off,” you say as your hand wraps around him.

Dave huffs and decides that he will let you have your way, rolling you over to where you are on top. "So do it."

“You’re perfect,” you say, as your fingertips gently move down his shaft, softy stroking him. You do something you’ve never done before and once he’s staring into your eyes, you look up at him as innocently as possible before spitting on his cock. Keeping your eyes on his as you spread your saliva over him before finding your rhythm. Long, languid strokes that make him curse under his breath.

"Fuck." He hisses. "You are such a dirty fucking girl." He moans softly. "You need to pray for forgiveness. With my dick in your hand."

“Is that what you want?” You say as you increase the speed in which you pleasure him. Squeezing him a little tighter. “You want me to pray to the lord for forgiveness for something I could never be sorry for? How could I ever be sorry for touching you?”

"Sinner." He grunts out, teasing you and it makes his cock throb to hear how you didn't want to ask for forgiveness for what you do with him.

“Yes.” You say simply, loving the way he throbs in your hand. “He granted me life, right? We are gifts sent directly from him? I don’t feel guilty for feeling the way I feel when i’m with you or for feeling how I feel about you… I only feel guilty for desperately praying away the hours that I’m not with you.”

"Really?" He grunts and groans, rocking his hips up and there is a spurt of pre-cum that is released at your confession.

“Yes.” Your thumb swipes across the tip of him and collects the pre-cum and you immediately bring it to your mouth and taste him, morning at the taste you love so much. “Does that make you mad?” You ask quietly, taking him back in hand and resuming the same pace. “That I can’t stand to be away from you.”

It should concern him. That you are growing too attached. That is it getting close to time to end this little arrangement with you. He doesn't need the complication of an infatuated girl. It doesn't though, making him frown even as he tells you what you want to hear. "No."

“Good,” you reply softly, “My pussy or my hand?” You ask him, feeling yourself getting precariously close to saying those three words again. “You can fill me up or you can cum in my hands, I’ll place my rosary on your stomach and you can splatter my beads with your seed.”

"Fuck yes. That." Dave groans filthily and closes his eyes.

You remove your hands from him and gently pull your rosary over your head, placing it down gently on his stomach and you start working his shaft again. Squeezing it almost as tightly as your pussy does and you stroke him faster and faster, “Tell me again,” you beg, knowing that you shouldn’t keep asking to hear things that aren’t true, “Tell me you’re mine, like I am yours.”

"Yours." Dave hisses, rocking his hips up and his eyes greedily fixed on your rosary and on the soft, innocent hand that is wrapped around his cock.

It makes your heart leap, a warmth flooding you as you replay his word over and over. Every twist of your wrist is designed to make him grunt, to moan your name in pleasure as you work him towards his high. You squeeze him tighter and tighter and praise him as you feel his balls pull up, “Cum for me, cum for your girl.”

He has more control than this, but there is something about the way you beg. He's helpless to do anything but follow your order. He cums, achingly hard with your name on his lips as he spills ropes of cum over your rosary and his chest.

You pump him until he’s dry and hissing from overstimulation. “You look so good,” you say, before dragging a finger through his cum and tasting it off your finger.

"You look good too, little girl." He chuckles and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

You swipe your fingers through it again, gathering up as much as you can and licking your fingers clean. “In the morning,” you say as you climb off his bedroom and walk towards the bathroom to get a cloth, “I’m going to cook you whatever you want.. and then if you want me to I’m going to do what you said earlier.” You pick up your rosary and instead of wiping it clean you just admire how it looks for a few seconds before hanging it over the edge of the bed and then you begin to wipe his stomach clean. “I’m going to serve you breakfast and then drop to my knees and suck your gorgeous cock, whilst a toy buzzes inside of me.”

“Such a good girl.” He teases, reaching for your hand to drag you back into the bed and laughs when you shriek. “But first we need to sleep.”

“Sleep sounds good,” you say as you snuggle up to him. “Get some sleep old man.”

“Old man.” He scoffs, even though he is older than you. His arms slide around you easily even though he should have never found out how you felt while you slept. “Goodnight, little girl.”

“Goodnight, my love,” you whisper into his skin. You clock watch for a while, unable to fall asleep, listening to the soft inhale and exhale of Daves breathing before gently saying his name a few times and figuring he’s fast asleep when he doesn’t reply or move. “I really like being here with you. I really like you.” You say with a little sigh. “My life is figured out for me, I’m going to marry a man I won’t ever love because my parents will insist on it… and because of that I'm so grateful to you, Dave. So grateful that I get to experience how lovely it feels to be completely in love with someone, and I will be for as long as you’ll keep me around and for many years after. I love you. Have since the first time you touched me.” You snuggle back into his chest and let sleep take you without say another word, just tightening the hold you have on him as he sleeps beneath you.

****

Dave wakes up before you do, watching as you sleep on his chest, limbs heavy and body relaxed. You trust him more than anybody else in the world when you shouldn’t. He feels guilty but tries to rationalize it by reminding himself that he promised you nothing but pleasure. Pleasure he’s provided, but it rings hollow in his chest. He sighs softly and his fingers trace your skin.

You wake up to the feeling of soft circles being drawn on your skin, and you hum contentedly, before pepping a kiss to his chest. “Good morning,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“Good morning.” He hums softly, continuing to touch you. “You slept well?”

“Like a baby,” you say, before pressing another kiss to his chest. “Always sleep well when I’m with you.”

He accepts that, wondering how you sleep when you are in your dorm without him. You text him late into the night on those days.

“You hungry? Or do you want to snuggle for a bit?” You ask, hoping he’ll pick the second option.

“We can stay like this.” He knows you want to stay in bed, your arms tightened around his waist. “We’ve got hours before you have to be back for evening mass.”

“I don’t want to go,” you groan, a little petulantly but not caring. “I could stay here,” you suggest, “And worship the one thing I actually want to worship.”

“Blasphemy.” He cautions, even with the smirk on his face as he smacks your ass.

You groan as you think about spending another evening at mass. You tighten the grip you have on him even more and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and sigh.

“At least it’s not morning mass.” He contends. “Otherwise we would have to get up and get ready.”

You groan again, “I just don’t want to go.” You sigh once more into his soft skin before wrapping your leg around him, wanting to feel him even closer.

“I know.” Both of you know you have to though. It’s a requirement of the school.

“I could get really bad cramps,” you say with a smirk, “You can go and I'll stay here and keep the bed warm.”

“Oh, I can, can I?” He snorts and shakes his head at your antics. “Lying on top of everything else. That’s more Hail Mary’s for you, little girl.”

You push yourself up, and throw your leg over him, straddling him. “All this sinning… What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing.” He teases. “I’m not your priest.” He smirks. “Though you have paid plenty of penitence on your knees for me.”

“You’re filthy, did you know that?” You giggle, before leaning over and stealing a kiss.

“I do know that.” He hums against your lips.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” He nods and grins at you.

“What do you want?” you say between kisses.

“You make really good omelets.” He reminds you. “And some toast?”

“I can do that,” you say with a smirk, standing up and pulling the shirt he was wearing yesterday around yourself without buttoning it up. “Come down when you’re ready.”

He watches you walk out the door. Smirking to himself and listening as you start to rummage around in the kitchen.

While preparing the ingredients for his omelet you think about what you admitted to him while he was asleep, and it makes your heart drop. You’re in so deep now that it’s clear the only way this is going to end is in severe heartbreak, he’s never ever going to love someone like you, you think to yourself over and over. Fighting back tears and focusing on preparing him a delicious breakfast.

Dave grabs the vibrator that had fallen to the floor and carries it back into the bathroom to be sanitized. Grabbing the lube, he smirks as he walks downstairs in his boxers and sets the items on the table.

You’re just plating up his food as he walks into the room, “Breakfast is nearly done, just waiting on the toast,” you say as you glance over at him.

Your smile isn't quite as bright as it normally is and he frowns slightly but you aren't looking at him. "Thank you." He offers, sitting down and watching you carefully.

You wait for the toast to pop up and butter it nearly before placing it on his plate and walking over to the table. “Am I still allowed to suck your cock?” You ask quietly as you hand him his plate.

"Why wouldn't you be allowed to do it?" He reaches out and takes your arm, pulling you into his arms. "Do you want to suck my cock? You don't have to."

“I do,” you say as a bright smile spreads across your face, just the slightest touch from him lighting you up. “I really like you,” you mumble against his lips, “I really like your cock.”

"I really like your pussy." He shoots back playfully. "Came close to having you for breakfast."

“Don’t tease,” you groan, “You know how much I like that.”

"Who said I was teasing?" He asks, looking at you with a serious expression on his face.

“You could have done it,” you challenge, “Instead you’re teasing me about how you could have… Mean.”

"I'm not being mean." He protests, smirking quietly. "Just telling you what I was tempted to do."

“Next time you should just do it,” you say with a shrug, before pressing your lips to his and getting up off his lap.

"Maybe I will." He chuckles at your pout.

“Can I suck your cock now?” You ask, each word drenched in accidental innocence as you stare into his eyes.

"Fuck yes." He grunts, his cock hardening in his boxers and starting to tent it.

“Do you want me to put the vibrator inside me? Or just concentrate on making you cum?”

"I brought the toy downstairs. And the lube." He motions towards the toys.

“I see that,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I just wanted to check.”

"Someone's moody today." Dave huffs and leans back in his seat to watch you. "What is going through that mind of yours?"

“I just… I just want to make you feel good,” you say quietly, wanting to tell him how you’re feeling, but not ready for the rejection. “Can I do that?”

"Yes." He decides that after you make him cum, he will return the favor, get you out of this funk.

You reach over and pick up the vibrator, generously coating it in lube like he advised and you spread your legs, feeling his eyes on you the entire time as you work it inside of you. Whimpering as it spreads you open and meets a little resistance, relaxing yourself so it slides in and then switching it on the lowest setting. Before sinking to your knees and palming him through his boxers, “I really fucking love your cock,” you say, as you dip your fingers into the waistband and start to pull them down. Unable to stop yourself from gasping as his cock breaks free and bobs up and down.

"It's the only cock you've had." He reminds you. "You don't have anything to compare it to."

You look up at him visibly confused, “Do you want to have something else to compare it to?”

"No," He growls, furious at the fucking idea of you touching someone else.

“Good, because I don’t want anyone else.” Your tongue licks around the tip of him, he’s rock hard and pre-cum is dripping down his shaft. You take the head of him in your mouth and hollow your cheeks before starting to jerk him off.

He groans, watching as you spread your legs wider and reach down to turn on the vibrator. Enjoying the way your groan vibrates around him. "Fuck, your mouth is so fucking good, little girl." He pants. "Fucking love it.

You moan at his praise, clamping down around the vibrating toy. It feels good, but not as good as him. Increasing your pace, you jerk him a little faster, sucking the tip of him harder as your moans wrap around his cock.

"Filthy." He grunts, cupping your cheek. "Bet you think about sucking my cock every time you go into that confessional. Remembering how you took my load down your throat like a champ. Perfect little whore."

You nod up at him, confirming what he just said as true. You do think about how he fucked your throat for the first time as you rubbed your clit in that sacred little booth and the memory makes your pussy flood. You pull off him for a few seconds, continuing to stroke his length and whisper up at him, “Your perfect little whore,” before taking him back in your mouth.

"My perfect little whore." He groans in agreement. "Jerked off thinking about that in my office later that week."

You groan again at the thought of him jerking off thinking about you. You take him a little deeper, loving the sounds he rewards you with as you do so. Reaching down you turn up the vibrations on the toy buzzing away in your cunt and whimper as it hits that spot inside of you.

"That's it, baby girl." He grunts, watching you squirm on the floor while he pulses in your mouth. "You're gonna cum on that toy while I cum down your throat, aren't you?"

“Yes,” you choke out around him, taking him even deeper and swallowing around him as he pushes past your tonsils. You gently play with his balls, as he rocks his hips up into your mouth, chasing his high.

"Fuck." He grunts out, his fingers curling around your jaw and holding you in place while your mouth acts like a vacuum around his cock. "Fuck, you have the best fucking mouth I've ever had around my cock." He pants out.

You keen at his praise, sucking harder and swallowing over and over as not to gag as you clamp down on the toy, his praise threatening to send you over the edge. You look up at him all wide eyed and innocent and the look on his face is enough, and before you can process it you’re cumming hard around the toy.

You moans push him over the edge. Balls pulling tight against his body, he has never even touched his food as he starts to spill down your throat with a groan of your name.

You try to swallow it all, but it’s a lot, rope after rope floods your mouth and starts to drip out of the corner of your lips. Reaching down you pull the vibrator out of your overstimulated pussy and concentrate on milking him dry of his cum.

Dave forces himself to keep his eyes opened, watching you as he continues to cum. Until you have milked him of every drop and his fingers pry your mouth off of his cock.

You groan as he pulls himself free of your needy mouth, but you take the opportunity to gather up the cum that had dripped out and push it into your mouth. Moaning happily as you swallow it down. “So fucking good.”

"So fucking greedy." He pulls you to your feet and pushes the plate away from his seat to replace it with your body.

You squeal as he pushes you down and start to giggle, “I just really love your cock.”

"And I really love your pussy." He reminds you as he spreads your thighs wide. "Look, breakfast." He teases before he leans in to slide his tongue through your lips.

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to eat your pussy, slowly swiping his tongue through your folds. “Dave,” you squeal as he starts to tease your clit before moving back down and pushing his tongue into your cunt.

He huffs at you, dark eyes on you as he silently tells you that you asked for this. You had wanted this and he is giving it to you.

“I lov-love your mouth,” you pant, loving the way he doubles down and eats your pussy like a man who’s been starved. “My clit,” you beg, “Please, Dave.”

He moves to your clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth to work between his lips.

“Just like that,” you moan as your fingers twist in his hair, you throw your head back as he quickly works towards your orgasm.

He moans into your folds, enjoying you enjoying yourself. The way you are so wanton appeals to him, making him proud to have corrupted you. You enjoy the pleasure he can bring you with zero shame.

Your hips start to rock gently, and after a few more minutes of his lapping feverishly at your clit you’re cumming. Screaming his name as your thighs shake around his head and your cunt gushes all over his table.

Groaning, he keeps working your clit. Working you through your orgasm and watching your face as you squeeze your eyes shut as if in prayer.

“Dave.” His name slips through your lips with ease, like the sweetest prayer you’ve ever said. He continues to lick your cunt, even after you’ve finished cumming and up until you gently push him away. “What did I do to deserve such heaven?” You ask him quietly.

“Told you I thought about doing it.” He smirks and pulls you into his lap. “So I just had my first breakfast, now you and I are going to split the breakfast you made me.”

“I’m boneless,” you say with a giggle and then nuzzle your face into his neck, “I can’t move right now.”

“Then you sit here until you can.” Dave chuckles, always pleased when he can wear you out.

“Again,” you say before moving to face him, and resting your forehead on his, “What did I do to deserve such heaven?”

“You didn’t do anything.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. “Just being you.”

“I really really like you Dave York.” You say with a happy sigh.

He hums and smirks at you. “I really like you too, little girl.”

****

THE HOLIDAYS

It was boring to go through the holidays without you. Thanksgiving had been boring, but Dave always got a kick out of all the ‘pious’ Christians that he saw out on Black Friday, scrambling for the discounts and trying to get everything they could get their hands on. You had come back from your parents quiet and slightly withdrawn for a week. Something obviously on your mind and he knows you feel guilty. He feels guilty as well, because he should have dropped you. But he hasn’t. Now it’s nearing the end of the Christmas break and his house has been sad and lonely, although he still stares at the Christmas tree you had insisted he put up for the first time in years. A symbol of the hold you have over him. He hasn’t been able to take it down and put away the thing that had made you giggle as you curled up against him on the sofa after it was put up.

It had been a hellish Christmas break. Your mother had casually dropped in conversation that they’d found a ‘potential husband’ for you and immediately changed the subject like you were discussing the weather.

They had spent the majority of the time lecturing you on how you had proven to be a disappointment since going off to college, how they had expected you to volunteer more of your time but instead you had ‘gone AWOL.’ And the urge to tell them why kept creeping up on you, the urge to tell them what you had really been doing just to wipe the smug looks of their faces.

It was the day after Christmas that you’d decided you had enough and packed your car and decided to go. Leaving a note on the kitchen table and just getting out of there.

You missed Dave so much that you ached, you texted a few times but your parents had you booked and busy for the majority of the time you were there.

Neither of them thanked you for the gift you had picked out for them to share and of course ‘Christmas isn’t a vanity contest’ so there weren't any presents for you under the tree, as usual.

You had tried to send Dave a gift on Christmas day, when they had left the house you rifled through your bag and found the ‘lipstick vibrator’ he’d got you and recorded a video but lack of wifi meant the video kept failing to send. So you decided that you were going to give it to him alongside his ‘real gift’ when you got home.

You hadn’t told him you were coming home early, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible and when you started to approach your dorm building, you just didn’t stop driving. Instead you made your way to his, pulling your car up behind his and getting his gift from the trunk and timidly knocking his front door.

He opened the door and you begged him to help you forget and asking no questions, he did that. He took you right there and then and hasn’t once complained that you’ve now been back a week and can’t bring yourself to leave his side.

"Are you going to let me fuck you?" Dave asks the question even though he knows you will say yes. You've let him do anything he wants to you. Quite desperately, almost. Now it's New Year's Eve and you've been on his lap for hours as he plays with your body and draws out your pleasure, keeping you on the edge of an orgasm but not quite letting you cum.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

"Whatever I want?" He chuckles and raises a brow in consideration. "Hmmm."

“Anything,” you say as you place your hand on top of his and squeeze.

Dave reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing in the exact right spot to make your breath catch and he chuckles when your eyes widen. "Are you sure about that, little girl?"

You nod furiously, wanting to give yourself to him and let him take full control. “Yes,” you gasp, “Yes please, Dave.”

He squeezes a little tighter and the lets go. “On my bed, naked.” He growls roughly.

“Yes sir,” you say before pressing a bruising kiss to his lips and giggling. You run up the stairs and immediately begin to strip as you enter his room, hearing him slowly make his way upstairs.

There are many options on how to do this. And he smirks when he decides, slowly unbuckling his belt to slide through the loops as he walks down the hall.

You situate yourself comfortably on the bed, fully bare and waiting for him. Anticipation is flooding through you as you wait for what he has in store for you.

Dave makes his entrance slow, menacing as he can manage as his eyes flit towards the bed. Pleased to find you waiting for him. “Get the cock ring you wanted me to wear.” He rasps at you.

“Fuck,” you murmur, as you think about the cock ring you bought a while back and never got around to using. You’re both usually too frantic and desperate to feel each other to remember it, so it’s been sitting unused in the box. You learn over and open the drawer on your side of the bed and pull out the box, “Here,” you say, stretching your hand to give it to him.

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Put it on me.”

“Oh,” you say, smiling at his command, “Yes sir.” You remove it from its packaging and ask quietly, “Does it need lube?”

“No.” He watches you bite your lip as you pull it out of the package. “It’s going to be tight on my cock and balls.” He reminds you. “Making it possible to last longer. At least for me.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, “Tell me if I'm doing it wrong or too fast.” You push the ring over his head and look up at it, clearly anxious you’re going to hurt him. Slowly you move it down his shaft and stop at the base of him, “Is that ok?”

“It’s okay, baby girl.” He grunts, understanding that you are nervous. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I love it when you call me that,” you say as you push up and bring him in for another kiss. “No limits today,” you whisper, “I know the safeword if I need it.”

“Say it out loud.” He grunts, kissing you again. “Want to hear you say it.” He’s adamant about safe words. While he has introduced you to sex, and now pushing the boundaries of ‘normal’ sex, he wants you to be well versed in the proper way of kink. Even if he can’t imagine you with another partner.

“Pineapple,” you say loud and clear. “Traffic light system - green is good, amber is slow down and red is stop.”

“Good girl.” Dave praises. “And if your mouth is full?”

“Squeeze your thigh or arm three times, depending on what I can reach.”

“And if I tie your hands?” Dave demands.

“Blink three times fast,” you say, before kissing him again. “I’m ready, I know what I want… and I want you to clear my mind of everything that isn’t you.”

Your faith in him is unwavering and he is sometimes in awe of every filthy thing you let him do. “My perfect, filthy, little whore.” He coos, reaching up and gripping your cheeks to force your lips apart. He kisses them gently before he pulls back and slowly spits into your open mouth.

You whimper at his filthy action before swallowing it down and opening your mouth for more. You love being at his mercy, you love being held by him so lovingly as he performs the filthiest acts on you.

“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” He smirks at the idea and shakes his head, loving the control he has over you.

You nod your head and mouth the word ‘yes’ as he tightens his grip on you.

He keeps his hand on your jaw as he picks up his belt with his other hand. Changing his mind at the last minute, the thick leather of the belt goes into your mouth instead of around your throat like he had first imagined. Letting go to wrap it around your head and buckling it right behind you.

You look at him all doe eyed and innocent as the smirk on his face gets bigger and bigger. Whatever he’s giving you tonight, you’re going to take, no matter how overstimulated or tired you are; you have decided that you are his to do as he pleases with.

He finishes putting the cock ring on, grunting at the unfamiliar pressure and twitching slightly at the thought of lasting longer. “I had thought to put my belt around your throat as a pretty necklace to wear.” He admits, starting to slowly stroke himself in front of you. “But then I realized the best necklace you could wear is my hand.”

Your eyes light up at the thought of it, the same hand that he’s using to slowly stroke his cock wrapping around your neck. You nod your head in agreement as his dark eyes burn into yours.

“You can’t suck my cock with my belt in your mouth.” He taunts with a smirk. “Don’t you want to? Wrap your lips around me and make me groan your name?”

The way you nod your head has him chuckling, you nod your head so fast that it almost makes you dizzy.

“Too bad.” He grins. “Do you know how often I think about that sweet pussy or mouth on my cock?”

You groan in disappointment, hearing that he won’t be feeding you his cock. You shake your head in response to his question, your pussy dripping as you await for him to tell you.

“Every fucking time I see you.” He keeps his hand moving up and down the shaft of his cock. “Imagining you on your knees in the middle of the lecture hall, sucking me off while I’m teaching.”

Your eyes focus on him stroking his cock, jealousy ripping through you because you want to be the one touching him. You moan desperately at his words, knowing he knows that you’d suck his cock anytime anywhere without any hesitation.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you are screaming.” He promises you. “And then I’m gonna fuck you some more.”

You shuffle towards him, desperate to feel his touch as he teases you with his filthy words. You’re dripping wet and you know that he could slide straight into you with no resistance right now.

“Lay down, spread you legs and let me see the little pussy I’m gonna be fucking raw.”

The noise you make is filthy, as you lean back and spread your legs as wide as you can. You know your cunt is glistening, arousal is coating your thighs and dripping down into his bedsheets.

“Greedy little cunt.” He coos mockingly. Shuffling closer as he pumps his cock harder. “Begging for my cock stuffed inside it. Only happy I’ve fucked it full.”

You can feel your walls fluttering, desperate for something to flutter around as he mocks you. You start to rock your hips in a silent plea for him to touch you, to fill you to give you something.

He presses the head of his cock to your clit and hums as he slides it through your slick. “Legs on my shoulders.”

You lift your legs up and carefully place them on his shoulders, chasing more friction on your clit you rock your hips again, needing to feel him pressed against your bundle of nerves.

He spends a few minutes rubbing his cock over your clit before he reaches down and turns on the vibrator built into it.

You writhe underneath him, taking everything he’s giving you and pleading silently for more. He knows how desperate you are to be filled by him, and he’s drawing it out. Loving the way your body begs for him, the way your hips rock over and over in an attempt to feel him. “More,” you start to plead, words muffled by the thick leather.

“More?” He asks, lifting a brow as he slides his cock down to start pressing against your slick entrance. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you almost scream, moving your hips in an attempt to pull him in.

“Okay.” He agrees the second before he slams his hips forward and buries his cock into your pussy to the hilt.

The air is pushed from your lungs with that first thrust, the harsh snap of his hips leaving you desperate for more. You cry his name once you’re able to inhale and fill your lungs, ready for him to steal your breath all over again.

One breath is all he gives you before he’s pulling his hips back and ready to destroy you.

His pace is relentless, every snap of his hips designed to break you. You moan against the leather, pushing down every urge you have to scream whilst he fucks you into his mattress. The sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out your moans of pleasure. His eyes are almost black with lust as he snarls at you.

The cock ring provides more stimulation to your clit with your legs up on his shoulders, pressing them back towards your body as he snaps his hips down into your spasming cunt. One hand wraps around your throat and every time he bottoms out inside you, he squeezes.

You feel that delicious pressure building in your clit as his hand squeezes your throat. The look of his eyes is animalistic as he presses a little tighter, watching you for any signs of struggle as you lay beneath him, threatening to fall off the delicious edge at any moment.

“You’re gonna cum for me.” He spits. “Gasping for air and seeing spots in your vision.” He squeezes tighter, pushing your hips back and driving into you harder, desperate to feel you cum over him as the cock ring buzzes away against his scrotum and your clit.

Within seconds you’re cumming, devastatingly hard around his cock. Clamping down around him like a vice as you flood his cock, a steady stream of liquid squirting out of you as he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck.

“Fuck.” His hisses, eyes widening as he looks down at the way you’ve soaked his cock and his stomach. “Dirty fucking thing, you squirted all over me.” He relaxes his grip on your throat while he grinds into you, working you through the orgasm.

You cry his name as he fucks into that heavenly spot inside of you, loving the way your walls contract around him and greedily suck him back in.

He chuckles at how insatiable you are, rolling through your first orgasm into begging for another. “More, pretty girl?”

“More,” you mumble through the belt, nodding your head.

“Good girl.” His speed starts to ramp back up, moving back to the previous frantic pace.

Your hands find purpose in the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pounds into you. Fucking you harder and harder with each measured thrust. He’s got you exactly where he wants you and the look on his face tells you that he’s only just getting started with you.

Again, he starts squeezing your neck. “Fuck, you look so- so beautiful.” He grunts. “Perfect little whore. My dirty angel.”

The unexpected praise makes you keen, tears welling up in your eyes as you replay him calling you beautiful and his as he pounds into you. He doesn’t let up on the grip on your throat for a few moments, waiting for the moment just before he thinks you’re about to struggle.

Your pussy pulses around him when he restricts your oxygen and it’s the most gorgeous feeling in the world. “Come on baby, gimme another one.” He groans. “Soak my cock again. Ruin our bed.”

‘Our’, you mouth silently against the belt. And then you’re letting go. Clamping down around him and coming this time with a loud scream of his name. The vibrations against your clit alongside him hammering into that spot inside you has you squirting around him for a second time. Covering his cock, balls and thighs with your arousal as you continue to softly pant his name throughout your high.

Dave groans, slowing down slightly to take a break while you float through the pleasure of your high. Panting as he rocks into you, he grins. “Still not done yet.”

“Mine,” you groan against the belt, as your hand comes up and softly strokes his face. You feel exhausted, the poundings your pussy has taken has you trembling beneath him but you’re ready for more, eager to feel him take you apart again.

He changes the rhythm, slowly grinding into you as he rests for a bit. Letting your body cool down.

“Wow,” you say, slightly murmured by the belt. Exhaustion sits heavily in your joints but you’re not ready for this to be over, you look up at him panting over you and move your face up to nuzzle against his. The closest thing you can currently get to a kiss.

He chuckles and leans in to kiss your nose. “Ready for a break?” He asks you softly.

You nod your head, needing a sip of water and to feel his lips on yours.

Dave is immediately moving. Pulling out of you and not bothering to turn off the cock ring before he is unbuckling the belt to pull it out of your mouth and massaging your cheeks. “Stay here. I’ll get you some water.” He tells you as he shuffles off the bed and finally stops the vibrations in the toy.

“Dave,” you call out as he shuffles away, “On the bookcase in the hall is your Christmas present… you haven’t opened it. Bring it up with you please.”

“I will.” He wonders why you are insistent that he bring it, but he snatches it up on his way back through from grabbing you water.

By the time he’s back up you’re sitting comfortably on the bed with your phone open and ready to play the video you took him. “I’ve been so distracted recently that I forgot to give it to you,” you say as you smile at the neatly wrapped package in his hand. “It’s one of two gifts, but you should open that one first. There’s a store by my parents house that makes these and I just felt like you’d appreciate it.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” He has his own present for you, but that’s besides the point. “Your present is sitting in my closet.”

“You got me a present?” You say with a wide smile, “You didn’t have to do that.”

He lifts his brow at the irony of that statement, considering he is holding a gift from you in his hand. “Do you want me to open this first?”

“Yes and then I have something else for you,” you say excitedly. “I hope you like it.”

Dave hands you the water. “Drink.” He orders as he sits down beside you, his cock still hard and in the cock ring. Careful to unwrap the neat paper and he pauses when he discovers you’ve given him a leather bound journal, embossed with his name and a matching pen. “It’s- beautiful.” He can’t believe how thoughtful it is, and he swallows as he thinks of the other journal he has. His finger brushes over the gold leaf name. “Thank you.”

“You like it?” You say happily, as you watch him study it. “I figured you could keep it in your office and then you’ll think of me whenever you use it.”

“I will.�� He looks up at you and nods, reaching out and pulling you in to crush his lips to yours.

You open your mouth and let him push his tongue between your lips, pushing yourself against him as he does so. Your hand wraps around his cock and you give him a few languid strokes, smiling as he groans into your mouth.

He kisses you for a long moment before he pushes your hand away from his cock and breaks the kiss. “So do you want to give me my other present or have yours?”

“You can give me mine,” you giggle, “I think you might be a little distracted by your next one.”

“Okay.” Dave leans in and kisses you again. “I love your gift. I hope you like what I got you.”

“It’s from you so I know I will,” you say, gently gripping onto each side of his jaw, and placing a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose.

He hums and stands, setting the journal and pen down before he walks into the closet and gets out a gift the size of a shoe box. Brightly wrapped and covered with a bow.

“Oh wow,” you say as you notice the box, “It looks so pretty, Dave.”

“I didn’t wrap it.” He snorts. “I can’t wrap for shit, so I paid to have it wrapped at one of those booths.” He’s a little nervous about this, because he hadn’t planned on getting it for you. He had planned on getting you something sexual. But as soon as he had seen it in the store window, he had to have it for you.

You smile at his admission, honestly not surprised he didn’t wrap it but still grateful for the effort he went to. You take it from his hands and notice how nervous he looks, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Can I open it?”

“Sure.” He nods and watches as you carefully peel away the red and gold wrapping paper to reveal the box. Making him smirk slightly when you huff, having to use your nail to cut through the tape to open the lid.

“Oh Dave,” you say softly, looking up at him with wide glossy eyes.

“You told me once that you wanted to be a ballerina when you were a little girl.” He explains as you lift the elaborately carved music box from the one it was wrapped in. The line of ballerinas in different positions line the top of the brightly colored box. “How you would practice in your room in secret even if you had never taken a class. I thought you would like it, remember that no matter what, you can still dream.”

Words fail you. Your fingertips delicately dance over the ballerinas and it’s only when he gently wipes away a tear that you realize you’re crying. “Dave,” you sob gently, as you take in every little detail, “This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I can’t believe it’s mine.”

“It plays a little song.” He shows you the key in the back, twisting it a few times so that the music will start to play as he opens the lid. “Something sweet, like you.”

The tears start to fall harder as you listen to the stunning melody, watching the line of ballerinas move so delicately to the music. “I love it. Thank you. Thank you so much, my love.”

“It’s a jewelry box too.” He nudges you gently, bringing your attention to the small tray inside. He hears you say ‘my love’ but he can’t comment on that right now.

You look up at him through your teary eyes before looking back down and gently pulling open the tray. Gasping when you notice the gorgeous pearl bracelet inside of it. “Oh Dave.”

“Oh Dave.” He mimicked you and pucks the bracelet up to open the clasp to put it on your wrist. “I think there’s a parrot in here. That’s all I hear. ‘Oh Dave’.” He’s beaming as he teases you, completely joking and he looks up from wrapping it around your wrist to wink at you.

“Shut up,” you say with a giggle, “I love it,” you focus on the bracelet, beaming as you notice the tiny engraved ‘D’ on the clasp. “D?”You say out loud with an even bigger smile forming across your face. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.” You take his face in your hands and move close enough to brush your lips against his as you speak, “I really love it, all of it, and you.”

He hums and pours himself into kissing you. He can’t tell you that. He can’t do that to you. Especially when his own feelings are so fucking out of the norm for him. “Good.” He manages after pulling his lips away from yours.

“You gonna finish fucking me once we move this off the bed?” You say, still gently holding onto his face.

“Of course I am.” Dave scoffs, smirking at you. “You can still walk, can’t you?”

“Just about,” you say, rolling your eyes as you get up and place the jewelry box down on his drawers and take a few more seconds admiring it. You kneel down on the bed next to him and give him a quick kiss, “Second present first.” You pass him the phone which is already opened to the video and wait for him to press play. “Tried to send you this on Christmas day but had no wi-fi.”

“Ohhh I get another present.” He smirks as he presses play and immediately groans when the video starts to move. “Jesus Christ. You filmed this at your parents?”

“Yeah,” you say with a giggle, “Dad had another service and I decided to stay behind… I was really missing you.”

“Fuck, baby girl.” He grunts, cock twitching as he watches it again.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you say as you wrap your fingers around his cock again. Moaning as you see the build up of pre-cum and how purple the tip of him is. “Oh, my love, we’ve got to make you cum.”

Dave tosses the phone down and lurches for you. “Spread your legs.”

You squeal with excitement before spreading your legs. “Yes, sir!”

He thrusts back into you easily, frantically. Determined to make sure that you can’t walk when he’s done with you.

“Fuck,” you scream as he fills you with him. Your walls immediately fluttering around him as he starts to pound in and out, focusing on that spot inside of you. Your hands squeeze your tits as he grips on to your hips pulling you down to meet every harsh snap of hips.

This time, his goal isn’t to overwhelm you, just show you how he feels without saying the words.

You reach up and touch his face, whimpering his name as he thrusts in and out, “Kiss me.”

He lunges down and presses his lips to yours desperately. Groaning as he slides his tongue into your mouth.

You press your tongue against his and they battle for dominance but you both know he’s in control the entire time, taking the breath out of your lungs and replacing it with his own as the kiss turns more frantic.

Dave groans and keeps his hips rocking as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and pressing close.

Your hold on him tightens as he pulls you closer, you reluctantly detach your lips from his and giggle at the way he immediately growls at the loss, “Slower Dave, let me feel all of you,” you beg.

He huffs and shakes his head, but he stops the frantic thrusts and slowly rolls his hips forward.

“Grumpy,” you murmur into his soft skin with a smile, meaning his name as he notches into that spot inside of you. Your eyes rolling back and stars appearing in your line of vision.

He hums and bites down on your chin. “Yes.” He grunts with every slow thrust. “I. Am.”

“But I like it,” you say, between breathy moans.

“I know you do.” He groans, pressing his lips to yours again. Kissing you softly as his hips slow down even more.

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, as he brings you closer to that edge, “I’m gonna cum,” you babble against his lips.

“Good.” He groans, flicking his tongue into your mouth to kiss you.

With a few more measured thrusts he has you falling off that edge, clamping down hard around him and whimpering into his mouth.

Dave finally feels like he can cum. Pushing through the tightness, to thrust deep. His neck muscles strain and he practically whimpers your name as he starts to cum.

“Dave,” you murmur as thick ropes start to paint your walls, his name lingering on your lips as you bite down onto his shoulders.

He lets you mark him, not jerking away as he rides out his high and groaning at how good it feels.

"Mine," you growl aggressively as you pull him closer to you, fingernails gripping into the meat of his ass as he thrusts into you.

Finally, he's spent, lowering himself down against you, though he keeps the majority of his weight on his elbows as he relaxes. "Fuck."

You giggle as he collapses on top of you, "Ready to go again, my love?"

"Jesus." He huffs. "I need a minute. Insatiable minx."

"I'm just kidding old man," you say as you wrap your arms tightly around him.

"Sure you were." He huffs, turning to kissing you softly and sighs.

"Are you ok?" You ask, hearing him sigh.

"'I am good." He promises, unable to put anything into words "How are you?"

"Are you sure?" You ignore his question, and raise your eyebrow. "Did I do something wrong?"

He frowns and shakes his head. "You didn't do anything wrong." He promises and kisses you once more. "You want to soak in a bath?" He asks

"Depends," you say, snuggling into him, "Are you going to join me?"

"I need to do something in my office." He admits quietly. "Do you want me to draw you a bath?"

"Sure," you say, a little confused. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm good." He flashes you a grin. "Must be getting old." He jokes. "Becoming that old man you are always accusing me of being."

"I love that old man," you say, the words sliding off your tongue before you have time to restrain them.

Dave frowns slightly but he leans forward to kiss you instead of commenting on it. "I'll go start your bath."

You see it, the way the corner of his lips fall down and it's like a shot to the chest but you refuse to ruin the moment by crying. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby girl." He's retreating and he knows he is, but he can't tell you something that he's not one hundred percent sure of. Still trying to tell himself that he's still the same, just using you for your innocence. He pulls out of you and climbs out of the bed, removing the cock ring as he disappears into the bathroom.

You bite down the tears threatening to fall and brush yourself off. Standing up and wrapping yourself in one of his shirts and perching yourself at the end of the bed, waiting for him to come out and tell you your bath is ready.

Inside the bathroom, Dave ignores his reflection and the things that are yours and turns towards the garden tub to turn on the water, adding the bubble bath you enjoy.

You listen to him move around and to the sound of the water filling the tub before deciding to just step into the bathroom, hoping that maybe that'll change his mind and he'll join you.

Dave is setting out your towel when you come into the bathroom. "You ready?"

"Yeah," you say softly, before dipping your fingertips into the tub to test the temperature, "Perfect."

"Good." He watches as you step into the tub. "You enjoy your bath, l'll bring you up a drink."

"You sure you don't want to join me," you say, as you sink down into the inviting waters. "Promise I'll give you a break. I just want to feel you.”

"Give me a few minutes." He gives in and nods. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," you say with a smile and a scrunch of your

nose.

"I know you will, you would live in that tub if I let you." Dave snorts and smirks at you in your bubbles.

"Hurry," you say, with a roll of your eyes, "It's lonely in here."

"Yep!" He raps the door frame with his knuckles. "Back in a sec."

You lay back against the tub, thinking through the last few minutes and wondering if you've really fucked this up. You look down at the bracelet still on your wrist and closely examine the 'D' on the clasp and sigh.

Downstairs, Dave hesitates at the bottom and rubs his hand down his face. This is getting too complicated, something he's never liked. He's already spent more time with you than he had with any other girl. Ignoring the urge to go back and read his journal, he walks into the kitchen to get you a drink.

The way he reacted to your slip up still has your heart aching, you know what this is, you know that this isn't love to him. He's never said or promised you anything along those lines and the look on his face spoke louder than any words

Instead of just grabbing a bottle of water, he opens up the bottle of wine he had bought you. It's a sweet wine, one you had tasted and said you liked. He knows your parents don't approve of you drinking anything but the sacrament wine, but this is another layer to his debauchery. Or that's what he tells himself rather than it being a cozy, romantic bath with a glass of wine.

Sinking below the water you don't hear him creep in, having dived underwater to disguise the tears that had welled up your eyes.

Dave sets the wine glass down, along with a bottle of beer he prefers and even though he's rolling his eyes, he has picked up the little pre-made meat, cheese and cracker tray. Deciding that the bath was the perfect place to indulge in a restorative snack.

You slowly push yourself up from under the water and see him perched by the bath holding a glass of wine for you. "Hey," you say softly. "Are you getting in?"

"Yeah." He grabs another towel and sets it next to yours. "I got us a drink and that snack thingy you wanted when you came back."

"Thank you." You take the glass of wine and shift down the bath slightly so he can slip in behind you.

Dave settles back against the tub and pulls you into his arms. "Lean back." He murmurs, even though he would normally tell you to lean back so he could play with your tits.

You do as he says exhaling happily as you lie against his chest. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," you say, your teeth immediately sinking into your bottom lip to stop the flow of tears threatening to spill. "It just slipped out."

"Don't." His clipped word hangs in the air for a moment. "Don't apologize." He manages. "It's okay."

"Okay," you say, barely above a whisper. You take a few sips of your wine and nibble on a cracker, still comfortably laying against him. "I promise I won't do it again, I don't want to upset or anger you.”

Dave doesn't say anything, doesn't know what to say. Instead he takes a sip of his beer and slowly starts to rub one of your nipples.

You place your hand on the top of his and just hold it still before picking it up and interlocking your fingers with his.

He doesn't pull his hand away, just letting your hands naturally fall and hold together over your stomach.

"I really don't want to go this evening," you say with a sigh.

"You need to." Dave reminds you, "You know you will be missed, again."

"Yeah." You say weakly, before closing your eyes and nuzzling back into him.

"Yeah, you'll go?" Dave asks. "Or yeah, I'm still not going?"

"Yeah, I'll go," you shrug, "Who doesn't love sitting in a room listening to a man drone on for hours and trying to work out which one of the guys there is the one who my parents have decided I'm going to marry."

"They wouldn't have picked yet." Dave huffs. "They are bluffing."

"Not according to my mom," you snort.

"Your father is going to wait until grades come out before he decides on anyone." He wagers.

"You're wrong," you say, visibly annoyed. "They told me they've found someone. They've had conversations with him, his parents and grandparents. I am the only person that doesn't know who it is."

"So just say no." Dave snaps back at you. "You're an adult, you don't have to do what mommy and daddy want."

"Fuck you," you shoot back, "You have no idea." You grip onto the side of the tub and begin to lift yourself up.

"I have no idea?" He snorts. "You have no idea, no intention of standing up for yourself." Maybe you will do the work for him. Decide you are done and break things off so he doesn't have to think about how he can't end things with you.

You wrap the towel around yourself and just storm into the bedroom, feeling the tears you've been trying to hold back beginning to fall. He's right. You have no idea on how to stand up to your parents.

Dave sighs as you drip water all over the floor, the bath ruined. Feeling like the day has been ruined. Standing, he unstops the tub and starts cleaning it out, giving you space you want.

You perch yourself on your side of the bed, still only covered by your towel and let yourself cry. He will be out any second and you have no doubt he'll be sending you on your way.

Cleaning up the tub, he gathers up the tray of snacks, your wine and his beer to carry back into the bedroom. His own towel wrapped around his waist, he sees you crying and hates it.

You don't look at him as he enters the room, instead you just wipe your eyes and then stare down at the hand in your lap.

"I know it's hard for you." Dave murmurs after a few moments of chilly silence. "I just want you to stick up for yourself."

"It's easier said than done," you reply quietly, wiping away a fresh stream of tears.

"I know it is." He reminds himself that you are still very sheltered and innocent. "You will find the courage eventually." He predicts.

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THE AFTERMATH.

It had been a whirlwind of a week, you had officially left St. Brennans and with Dave's support enrolled to start online classes in the upcoming fall.

He hadn't hesitated in asking you if you wanted to move in after the fight with your parents and the day after you cleaned out the rest of your things from your dorm and started to move them into your new home.

And now it's been a week, a week of hurtful voicemails and texts about how much of a disappointment you are and now your parents are standing at the doorstep of your home pleading for you to talk to them for just five minutes.

Dave slams the door in their face and turns towards you, a fierce frown on his face. "You don't have to talk to them, baby." He promises, reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'll call the police if I have to."

"It's okay, baby," you say, before pressing your lips to his. "I want to show them that they haven't hurt me." You take a deep inhale and open the door. "You have five minutes."

Your hand is being tightly held by Dave as they walk past you both and towards the kitchen.

Dave grunts unhappily as he follows them with you. "You will not yell at her, and you will not call her names." He lays down his rules immediately, giving them no chance to start. "Otherwise you leave immediately." He's not going to put up with your parents abusing you. Not in his house. If he had his way, they wouldn't speak to you ever again, but he won't make that decision for you.

They remain silent at his demands and that's when you catch her. She walks over to the chair, your chair, that Dave had bought you and begins to run her fingers across the soft fabric.

"You can't sit there," you say, immediately finding your voice as she tries to claim yet another thing from you.

The sound of your mother scoffing fills the room, yet she doesn't move. She just keeps admiring your chair and ignoring your requests to sit at the table. You see Dave's chest beginning to move more rapidly as she blatantly ignores you and before he has time to explode you take a step forward.

"Dave bought me that chair because I fell in love with it, it's mine and I'm asking you to stop and step away from it," you say, raising your voice just slightly.

"I am your mother and I will sit where I please," is all she responds and before you have time to realize what you're saying the words are floating in the air.

"If you knew the things he's done to me in that chair, you wouldn't want to be anywhere near it.

He actually hasn't done anything to you in that chair, but it's amusing how quickly your mother snatches her hand away from your chair and manages to look like someone rubbed dog shit right underneath her nose. It would be funny if it wasn’t so damn sad. "Sit down at the table." He orders both of them.

They both look at each other with disgust before sitting down, "We told Joshua's family that you have an appendicitis that burst," your father says plainly. "As far as he's aware this never happened and you can move on and marry him and we can put this whole charade behind us all."

"I'm marrying Dave, and I left a note in my dorm with the ring." You are absolutely gobsmacked at what your father is saying to you.

"The nice girl," your mom interrupts, "Deandra, she found the note and the ring and gave it to us. Joshua knows nothing. You are not marrying this man."

"That's not up to you to decide." There's a new ring that will be sitting on your finger now. He had taken you to pick it out, deciding that you deserved to have the choice, although he had argued that the stone should be bigger. He had won that one. The ring should be ready to pick up sometime this coming week and he wants to see how it looks, all fitted properly.

Dave doesn't offer coffee or tea. He doesn't give a damn if they are comfortable or think that he's a good host.

"I am marrying Dave, I've officially left St. Brennans and I live here now... Can you just wait here for a moment? I want to show you something." You say before scurrying up stairs running as quickly as you can and collecting something from yours and Dave's bedroom.

You're clutching it in your arms as you sit down and you place it gently on the table, opening the box and twisting the little knob at the back. Your parents say nothing as the jewelry box springs to life and the row of ballerinas begin to move delicately.

"He saw this and he thought of me," you say, "Dave loves me. I love Dave. And I won't become bitter and twisted because I'm being forced to marry a man I don't love."

"He is too old for you." Your father scoffs. "We know what he is, what he does. He preyed on your weakness, your sinfulness." He pontificates, shaking his head. "You should be on your knees, begging God and us for forgiveness."

Dave reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and he pulls your hand up to kiss the back of it softly. He loves that you love that box.

"You should be begging ME for forgiveness," you yell across the table, "I am your daughter and I've spent the majority of my life feeling like an inconvenience because neither of you are capable of love." You shake your head scoff before resuming your rant, "How dare you come into our house and speak about him like that? What about what you do and what you've done? What about all the times you left me alone in that house fucking terrified because you didn't want to deal with the responsibility of having a child? I would never do to a child what you did to me.”

"You were never in danger." Your mother huffs. "We were doing important work. Serving God, as you need reminding to do." The righteous sense of self importance drips off of every word.

"I was a child alone in a house." You scoff. "I was like 5 when you started leaving me. I was terrified. All of my childhood memories feel like weapons. Fully loaded and ready to strike me down." You feel an anger burn in your chest like never before, "I'm done. I don't have any interest in seeing either of you ever again.

There's a moment when you look like you are going to cave just as soon as the indignant squawking starts but Dave simply stands up and pulls you into his arms. "Please leave."

He makes sure he keeps his first ask polite so if this blows up, he can say he asked them to leave. "You are not allowed to hurt her anymore. She doesn't want to talk to you, so please leave.”

"Don't come back," is all you add. Resting your head against Dave's shoulder as you watch them get up to leave.

"He's going to wake up sooner than you're expecting and realize that you're not worth his time," your mother says, "You'll have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. You'll have nothing. Just like you deserve."

"She will have me." Dave snorts. "I am not going to abandon her. I'm giving her the freedom of choice, which was all she ever wanted. I love her, more than you could ever comprehend. And when we do have kids, they will never grow up like she did."

His hold on you tightens as you look up at him and smile, before turning back to them, "Leave. Now."

They obviously don't want to, protesting and Dave just shakes his head. "She told you to leave."

"Do you really want to make this more difficult?" you say with a roll of your eyes, "Do you think an arrest is going to look good for you both?"

He smirks at the shocked expression on their faces that you would threaten such a thing. They have probably never imagined their daughter standing up to them. "Fine." Your father spits, glaring at the two of you like you are possessed. "Don't bother calling us when he leaves you pregnant and broke."

"I'll get a good divorce lawyer," you mock, as they scramble out the door.

As the door is yanked open, Dave busts out laughing at your comment.

You listen for the door to slam shut before spinning around and wrapping your arms around Dave. "You still haven't fucked me in that chair, you know?"

"I know." He hums, holding you tighter and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That's your chair." He reminds you, rubbing your back proudly. "I love you, baby. Don't let them make you doubt that."

"Still get chills every time you say that to me," you admit, "I love you more. They have no influence on me whatsoever."

"I think we should move." Dave admits, wondering what you would think about that. "I've been talking to another college, a beach town." He figured that your parents wouldn't go to the school, and they hadn't, but he had been thinking about a fresh start for both of you.

"As long as I can bring my beautiful chair, l will follow you anywhere. Say it again."

He smirks and leans in to kiss your lips. "I love you, baby." He whispers. "Forever."

#pedro pascal #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york smut #dave york equalizer 2 #dave york fanfiction #dave york imagine #dave york x f!reader #professor!dave york #religious corruption

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 5/8

Y/N in this chapter 😩

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

He couldn't wait. Neither of you could wait. However, it was Ruben who insited on flying you out to Manchester for the weekend to watch him play.

"I have nothing, what should I wear?" You asked Alicia, as she helped raid your closet.

"I would say go shopping. But..."

"I don't have any money."

"Of course you don't."

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Huh, what was that?"

"I said, I bet Mr Siddiq have some money to spare."

You rolled your eyes. "Let it go Alicia, it's been months."

"But don't you miss it?" She crawled across the fallen outfits on your bedroom floor. "Don't you miss the thrill of spending somone elses money? The thrill of getting anything you want with one phone call to some account in Dubai? Don't you miss it?"

"No."

You would suggest that she lay of the caffeine, however with Alicia you never know, it could be drugs.

"Alright, if you've got nothing to wear I guess I can lend you some of my designer clothes."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Unlike you, I put Mr Siddiq's money to good use when we were in Portugal."

"Thank you Alicia, really."

"No worries, and I'll make sure to slip in the promiscious lingerie I got from Savage x Fenty."

You arrived in Manchester on Friday evening, barley making it home after a day's work. You had to rush to the airport not to miss your flight. Then Ruben had a car pick you up at the airport, since it would be too tight for him to pick you up himself after his training. Nevertheless, your heart was in your throat by the time the car pulled up to his apartment building. The doorman had you hand over your ID card so he could check the guest list. It was fancy, the way that Ruben lived.

"Y/N, you're here!"

The doorman let you take the elevator up to the right floor. You knocked on Ruben's door and was happily suprised to see him appear with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his lean waist.

"Suprise." You smiled, even though he was well aware that you were coming. You hugged, a long hug, with Ruben apologizing for soaking your shirt.

"It's fine, I'll just have a quick change."

"Sure. The bathroom is over there. I'll get started on dinner."

Ruben could cook, he could really cook. You spent three hours around his dinner table, chatting away about anything and everything. "So what's the plan for tomorrow?" You asked, helping him clear the dishes.

"After the game, the depending on the result, we could eat out, have nice dinner somwhere."

"And if the game doesn't end well? What would happned then?" You were curious to know.

"Well, we're playing United, aren't we?"

"Yes, and?"

"Trust me." He smirked. "It will end well."

Next morning you woke up to an empty bed and a note on your bedside table.

"Off to the stadium. Made you breakfast. See you soon. –R ❤️"

Ruben was so sweet and apparently, a very deep sleeper. He had you in a strong hold of you all through the night, your body pressed to his, unable to move. And you loved every minute of it.

For breakfast he made you a delicious omelet with a proteinshake. The omelet was out of this world, however, the protein shake was a bit too heavy, so you put half of it away in the fridge for later. You got ready around one o'clock, dressing up in one of Alicia's cutest outfits. A black skirt with big pumps to go with, and a coat from Gucci along with a pair of leather gloves. You wore your hair in a tight bun, along with a pair of earmuffs for the cold. Ruben had a car ready to drive you to the stadium once you were done. It was breathtaking, seeing so many people line up for a football match. The experience would be a first for you but you were more than excited for it.

"Told you we would win."

Ruben was definitely not humble about his team leaving victorious against United.

"You were amazing Ruben, really."

"Thank you baby." He kissed you and you stiffened. It was the first time he had done so since your arrival, and he had done so whilst you were surrounded by all kinds of people.

"You okay?" He said, smiling at your reaction.

"I'm..." You smiled. "...fine. I'm all good actually."

"Good. So where do you wanna eat?"

You shrugged. "I'll go wherever."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why?"

He looked to contemplate something.

"Well, my friend is having this thing at this club, a celebration because of the win."

"Right."

"I'm not sure there'll be any food, but maybe we could pick somthing up on the way?"

Meeting Ruben's friends hadn't been involved in your plans for the weekend. It wasn't like you and Ruben were together or anything. How had it come to this?

"Or we could just go somewhere else." He said, noticing your hesitation. "I know some nice restaurants nearby by if you...."

"It's fine Ruben." You assured. "I'd love to go clubbing with you and your friends. However, I think I'm a bit underdressed."

It wasn't that you were underdressed. You wore more layers than most of the girls that you ran into in th club. But, you were really not dressed for a night out.

"Oh my god, hi! You must be Y/N!"

"Um, hi."

At some point of the night, when Ruben got comfortable letting go of your hand, you ran into a girl at the bar.

"Hi, I'm Lauren. I saw when you came in with Ruben and thought I'd say hello."

"Um, hello?"

"I'm being creepy, sorry. I'm with Jack."

"Jack?" You frowned. You don't believe Ruben had introduced you to a Jack yet.

"Yeah, Jack Grealish....Ruben's teammate?"

You looked around, confused as to who the girl was reffering to."

"You've never heard of Jack Grealish?"

"Um, no. But I'm sure if you point him out I could...."

It doesn't matter. Can I have your socials?"

"My what?"

"Your social medias. Like Instagram, Tik Tok. Please don't tell me you're on Facebook?"

"I'm not. I just don't think..."

It doesn't matter, I'll find you."

It was like watching a master at work. In under twenty seconds Lauren had picked up her phone and scrolled through hundreds of accounts. "Found it! @y/n.1995, right?"

"Right."

She worked fast. Faster than Ruben, who didn't have your @ for obvious reasons.

"Ugh, why is it so grey?" Was Lauren's reaction to your feed. "And who's that fat guy in like every picture?"

"Eh, that would be my dad."

"Oh."

Most of the content you put out on your social medias were of other people. You should've given Lauren Alicia's Instagram, there she might have found what she was looking for. Aesthetic traveling content that made real agencies look like amateurs. However, Lauren kept scrolling, looking displeased until the end.

"You and Ruben haven't posted each other yet. Are you guys like only having fun, or...?"

You had no idea what she possible meant by that, however, your answer was simple, perhaps too simple. "We've only been talking for a while, so..."

"I get it." Lauren nodded, finally putting away her phone and turning to order a drink at the bar. "Three bottles of Moët and a BIG bottle of Grey Goose."

"Three Moët, one 6L Goose, for table number three. Anything else?" The bartender rounded up Lauren's crazy bill. Hopefully she wasn't planning on consuming all of that alcohol by herself, you thought. No, prayed.

"No, that will be all, thanks."

"Sweet, that'll be 1 000 pounds."

"Fuck. I forgot my purse at the table. Y/N, you don't mind paying do you?"

"Excuse me?"

"The drinks are for our table. I'll just have Jack pay you back once he's sober enough."

"Um, what?" Was she crazy, you didn't have that kind of money.

"Unless you're not good for it. I could just get Ruben to..."

"No!" You panicked. "I mean....I'm good for it, paying for the alcohol."

"Great. I'll see you back at our the table."

You watched her skip away with the bottles and the last of your pride. The bartender made a gesture that you were holding up the line.

"I'm just gonna make a phone call." You said, shying away from the crowd. You looked up the number that Alicia made you save as "Suger Daddy #1"

"Yes, hello? Is this Mr Siddiq's accountant?"

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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whats one thing that bill loves that absolutely NO ONE wouldve guessed? like not in a TRILLION YEARS cause thats how out-of-pocket it is for him to like said thing???

also love your work <33 :) its one of the very few fanfictions where i can feel the true essence of bill cipher and that is very important to me

Thanks! I've tried to squeeze in as much Bill essence as I can.

"What's the most unexpected thing he likes" depends entirely on what you expect, and I feel like that's subjective. You could argue some of the things he likes in canon are pretty unexpected; while, on the other hand, even the unexpected stuff "makes sense" if you have the reason for it. So here's a list of random things that, while they make sense for Bill, might be surprising if you're trying to think of what would fit the image of an evil chaos party god:

First the canon. I feel like "silly straws" isn't exactly SURPRISING for Bill, but I doubt anyone would have expected him to like them enough to voluntarily bring it up if he hadn't. Like there's a long list of likable things he skipped over specifically to give silly straws a shout out.

Some people headcanon he can't actually play the piano and his little performance for Ford was all magic, but I like to headcanon he actually knows how to play and enjoys it. Which implies an unexpected amount of patience and dedicated practice out of a pretty flighty guy.

I mean I don't think anyone would have assumed that meditation fits his vibe.

Fandom's got a pretty good handle on associating him with brightly-colored busy patterns, but only with traditionally masculine or gender neutral aesthetics. Think bowling alley carpets patterns, lava lamps, Hot Wheels-style paint jobs, fire and lightning and lasers. But there's a tendency to overlook aesthetics that are associated with femininity. He WOULD be into Lisa Frank, decora, intricate neon nail art, magical girls that look like they're wearing hyper-saturated overly-complicated dance outfits covered in 24k gold and jewels as big as your thumb, extravagant hats, extravagant jewelry, girly drinks, girly desserts, glam fashion & decor, bubbles, bouquets, rainbows, and hot pink. To Bill, everything is gender neutral.

I think most people wouldn't expect Bill to be into surreal cerebral art films rather than, like, juvenile slapstick or action. But on the other hand, the line between "this is haunting" and "this is boring" is razor thin for him, so he doesn't always like the cerebral films.

He hasn't discovered this yet but he'd love the beach. Sunshine and swimming. The lake would do too.

I don't think anyone would anticipate that Gravity Falls is, actually, in fact, one of his favorite places in the dimension. He mainly keeps complaining about the town because every time he's there, he's TRAPPED AND CAN'T GET OUT.

He's really into math, just recreationally. He would read a whole book about proving Fermat's Last Theorem. He probably proved the theorem himself by 1700. Told no one. He was just bored that week.

Ford got him into DD&MD. Bill wasn't just humoring his human pawn, he genuinely enjoys it. Gets really into the roleplaying and storytelling. He hasn't had anyone to play with in thirty years. Prefers the 90s edition.

Everyone assumes Bill's just humoring Mabel by letting her put on Color Critters tapes. It's like Care Bears crossed with Rainbow Brite and the morals are twice as heavy-handed. But he actually does enjoy the show, it's just for the wrong reasons.

You'd expect the guy who destroyed his home dimension to hate it. There are books, songs, instruments, cars, plays, hotels, cities, convention centers, dams, field trip destinations, even rocks that he misses dearly and will never see again. He still writes to himself and talks to other shapes in his native language. He still constructs houses without ceilings. He still hugs with one arm and shakes hands sideways. He loves his dead dimension. Few people outside of the other surviving shapes know this.

So you decide which is most unexpected!!

#ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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scarlettsandmaroons · 1 year

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she doesn't think of me | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter two | chapter three: midnights like this

chapter summary: your professor is targeting you and neither you or your bestfriend are having it. she however, doesn't seem to care about you at all.

warnings: natasha is mean.

a/n: this was rushed, i'm sorry! should've posted this last night, but i was so busy i just decided to squeeze writing this chapter into my schedule. it's really short too, rest assured, the next one will be better!

you were on natasha romanoff's radar. and you want so badly to get out of it.

"oh i'm sure she'll soften up! mrs. romanoff is nice!" billy insisted, but you carried on basically dragging yourself into yet another dreadful hour with mrs. romanoff.

"it's been three months, billy! i don't know what to do," you threw your arms up and then caressed your face with your hands, wanting so deeply to cry into it.

the two months being mrs. romanoff's favorite student hasn't exactly been the easiest. after handing off a couple of late assignments, which you had stacks and stacks of from her, you were surprised she hadn't pulled some strings to suspend you.

she would very often tear your paper in front of you. she would call you into her office just so you can watch her tear the last 15 hours you spent in pieces before throwing it away. she never lets you off of class without calling you at least 3 times. never leaving out some commentary after you answer that would make you embarrassed to the core. she pointed out your shortcomings in class. she made sure to always always let everyone know what and when you're doing wrong. and after all that humiliation, what aggravates you is how she doesn't, at all, acknowledges your existence outside of class. you would pass her by the halls, you would see her near the gate, never once would she make eye contact, or even look in your direction. she wouldn't even do so much as breath in your direction!

to her, it's nothing.

"do you want me to talk to her?" billy asked. she's been the subject of almost all your conversations with billy. and he has so patiently listen to your every rant about her.

"how would you even," you were hopeless. you would leave, but you're already too far into it. she had humiliated you way too much to back out now. you didn't go through months of torture just to leave. to her, you're not even relevant. you're just another student who couldn't withstand her. leaving would hurt your pride more.

so you straightened your back, and marched like someone truly eager to learn. "i'm sick of her nonsense. i'll show her what i'm made of."

you certainly didn't show her what you were made of when as soon as your name rolled off her tongue with strength and almost anger, you folded. you curved. you balled. whatever one might call it. you caved. you gave in. all sense of even an ounce of bravery was washed away by trembling fear. intimidation. you'd come to learn of that feeling the very first time you met her, it still surprises you how you've yet to get accustomed to it.

you stood up, slowly. here it comes. you know it’s coming. you have a visual bulleted list of everything you could’ve possibly done, everything you have done that she has yet to shame you for. just yesterday, you bumped into her in the hall. literally, bump into her. the moment you felt the impact of her shoulder against yours, you made sure to avoid her eyes at all cost. you walked away like your life depended on it. you weren’t going to be subjected under one of her condescending gazes again which sheer sharpness of will have you begging for her forgiveness in seconds. you didn’t acknowledge her, or that it happened, not out of pride, but out of fear. she was already scary enough, and until yesterday, you hadn’t really done much to piss her off.

before that however... you've done a few. for example, in class a few days ago. you know she saw you. you hadn’t slept in so long that day, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. billy was there to offer you his car to sleep on the moment you got off mrs. romanoff’s class. he fixed the back seat; set up his air bed and everything. that was the best sleep you had in days. the only sleep you had in days. you were surprised mrs. romanoff had yet to give you shit for that though. especially, when you’ve made eye contact with her the moment you woke up.

somewhere last week, you also handed a late assignment. the very first one she hadn’t called you to watch her tear off and throw away. you also have an overdue paper you hadn’t even got the privilege of a free time to start doing. and you’re sure she hated the heels you wore two days ago from the judgmental look she shot your way after getting a glimpse of the maroon stilettos.

mrs. romanoff is like a ticking timebomb. one that could go off over something so obvious yet unforeseen you’d hate yourself for not thinking of. that’s what created your visual bulleted list of everything you had done for her to humiliate you, everything that she might embarrass you for, everything that you can choose from as to why she must hate you that very moment. it helps to have a list. to be able to predict what’s making her mad again. what about you today infuriates her? it’s like a game.

today, you’re guessing one of those three. of course you had done more. some you know, some you hadn’t realized she hates you for doing, some you don’t even realize you did.

she stood up and crossed her arms. you were so far from her; so many people in between. yet the way she stared at you made you feel like it was just the two of you. not in a good way. in fact, in the worst way. it’s like being left alone with a beast.

“you’re failing my class.”

you weren’t in high school anymore. that much was clear when she announced it to the whole class where a high school teacher would never go so far as too doing. but the line between high school and college became a blur when what were a few snickers became a full blown laughter of which mrs. romanoff only basked in. you wouldn’t be surprised be there was some kind of pride in her as the class erupted in laughter over her embarrassing you.

that was very on-brand of her. but it hurt you nonetheless. your heart dropped continuously until you can feel a dragging weight on your chest. to even make it out of the classroom was such a challenge as you could barely carry the weight that pulled at your heart. you held in your tears as you walked down the hall. you needed billy. it was an hour before lunch, billy’s in mr. barton’s class but you texted him nonetheless.

‘sos’, you sent him.

it was barely ten minutes later. by then, you were already sitting on a bench just outside of your campus building when he came running to see you forcing everything in until he was able to sit beside you and pull you to him. “i got you, y/n.” he says as he held your head against the crook of his neck where you just exploded in tears. you cried heavily against his shoulder; the three month worth of pent up frustration over your studies finally breaking free from your system. “let it all out.” he whispers while a hand rubs over your back and the other plays with your hair.

muffled words escape from your lips; complete incoherent. billy pulls you off of him, holding your shoulders and taking a good look at your face; red nose, eyes, and lips, all puffy and plump from crying, snot on your nose, tear stained cheeks, and wet eyes. he hadn’t seen you cry like this since you failed math in junior high.

“okay, now tell me. what’s wrong?”

you sniffled hard before running the back of your hand against your nose. you were looking past his shoulder as tears continue to pour from your eyes. “i failed english…” you cried.

“what?! but you’re an english lit girlie!” he says. “remember? and i’m a math wizard. how can you possibly fail english?!”

that made you cry much harder, pushing through the arms that held your shoulders so you can return to your place with your head against the crook of his neck. crying all the much more. “mrs. romanoff failed me…” you cried, lifting your head slightly so your words doesn’t come muffled. “but she tore off my homework! she refused to accept anything i submit her—"

“okay, that’s it.” billy stood up rather abruptly, holding you by the hand and marching off back to the campus.

you sniffled, trying to clear your sinuses. “what are you doing…?” you ask. he was holding so tightly on your hand, you could barely feel it as he drags you through the hallways and straight into mrs. romanoff’s office.

you weren’t able to stop him—you didn’t even know what he was going to do! and by the time everything was finished processing in your mind, billy had already started yelling at your professor who only watches intently from behind her desk. “how could you fail my friend!” he yells at her.

you were taken aback. you didn’t know what to do. you’re already in here, he already yelled at her, knowing mrs. romanoff, you both would suffer the same consequences as if you would have stopped him.

“goodmorning to you too, mr. maximoff.”

her chin was resting on the back of her hand. she was looking at him so intently, as if she was interested in everything he has to say—as if she’ll hear him out. you were getting the strongest sense of déjà vu. you’ve been here before. you knew how this was going to end. you knew how much this would amuse her. you knew because this happened to you.

“y/n doesn’t deserve that.”

you can hear it in billy’s voice. he was infuriated. he hated her perhaps maybe more than you did. it’s always been this way—the two of you. he’s always been the man who protected you; who shielded you; who fought for you. and you were always there holding his hand as he does so, ready to back him up.

“how come?”

but with mrs. romanoff, against mrs. romanoff, it was different. her eyes were trained on him and him only. she did nothing to acknowledge your presence—you wouldn’t even be too surprised if she hadn’t realized you were here. but from the slightest chance that she might be watching you, from the slightest chance that your hand holding billy’s were caught from her peripheral, you slowly withdrew your hand, and took just the smallest step away from him so your skin doesn’t touch.

you know billy noticed this but he seemed to not have given it much thought. he was in here fighting for you knowing full-well he’s risking his future, and yours, in this university. you holding each other’s hand and being mistaken as a couple is not going to help your case. you deserve to be here. and you don’t deserve what you were given. and billy knows that. the last thing you want is for mrs. romanoff to further disregard your efforts, or any of the very little chance you have of winning this because she thought billy’s only doing this because you’re “his girlfriend”.

“she was the best in our grade!”

“i think you mistake this university for a small-town public school in west view,” she fixed her posture, straightening up when she pushes her chair further into the table and her hands rest on her desk.

“she doesn’t deserve this, and you know that! she worked day and night for your subject,” billy insists.

“i fear for her future if that’s the best her entire day’s work is worth for.”

you shrunk. you slowly hid behind billy though you were aware they both noticed. you wanted to cry. to scream into a pillow. she belittled you. and she did so without even acknowledging you at all, your presence to her was nothing. if you couldn’t see the way you hand was trembling, you would think you were invisible. from the way they were talking about you, to the way they were exchanging arguments as if you weren’t there. the very sole reason they’re even arguing, they almost pretend to not be here at all.

“that’s unfair. maybe you’d see how it’s worth if you’d even take the time to look at what she gives you before throwing it off.”

“why would i even give time for an output worth nothing more than what i throw in my trash can?”

“you are unfair! you give her all these work—,” billy’s voice raised to an extent you’ve never heard of, and even you were almost scared, but of course, mrs. romanoff wasn’t even fazed, if anything, she seemed to be getting bored of this whole thing.

her hooded eyelids dropped halfway, and her eyebrows tightened by the smallest bit. her patience was growing thin. and from the way her jaw clenched, you knew she was over it.

“and you are being disrespectful, mr. maximoff.” she said sternly.

“you’re biased. you humiliate her in class, you embarrass her, you pick on her. i don’t see you doing that to others. at least not to the same extent you do her. you’re wearing her off!”

by then you knew this shouldn’t go any further. he was blatantly disrespecting a professor, who as much as you hate, shouldn’t be disrespected by a student. at least, not to the extent billy was going for.

“and you, come in here accusing me; questioning me, a professor, with absolutely no regard for the inconsistencies and rather meritless of your argument.”

“i demand to see your grading sheet, because i assure you, you are making a mistake.”

mrs. romanoff abruptly stood up, placing both hands on the surface of her desk as she leaned towards it with anger painted across her features. “and i demand!... mr. maximoff,” her voice raised, and something about it, the coldness, the sharpness, the loudness, the entirety of it, almost made you cry. you were scared, your rapid heartbeat was evidence of that. “…that you leave. you have exhausted my patience. and i assure you, you will have no office of mine to barge into, or a university to attend if you further push your luck which i guarantee you is not more than what you’d have when you’re standing on very thin ice.”

“you wouldn’t…”

you put a hand on his shoulder. he was really pushing it. and mrs. romanoff wasn’t someone who you should be pushing it with. mrs. romanoff follows through. that much is evident as she consistently tore off your paper, without fail, every time you submit it.

“oh i’m sure you wouldn’t love to see me try.”

billy gave into her warning, but more so into you. you tolerated him—this, to a certain extent, especially since he was only fighting for you. but there’s a line, and with mrs. romanoff, it’s not something you should ever dare cross. billy listened to your implied warning too. he always listened to you. so with a scoff, he took your hand and prepared to leave, but as he was approaching the door, you pulled your hand from him to look at mrs. romanoff who, for the first time since you came in, finally was looking at you.

“are you going to continue being like this?” you asked. you weren’t as mean as billy was. you weren’t demanding. you were just sad. hopeless, almost.

“being what, miss y/n?”

“unreasonable.” you whispered but you know she heard you.

“if you see a reason for me not to be, then i wouldn’t.”

“don’t you think about how that might affect my future?” your voice was soft, kind.

“oh, i don’t think about you at all.”

her voice wasn’t. she was cold, almost proud; condescending.

a feeling inside you brewed. something about her eyes. how delicate they are. how enchanting. it couldn’t possibly belong to what a wretched-hearted woman she seems to be. she’s inviting, enticing. something about her pulls you in. intrigues you. now more than ever. now since ever.

you want to break mrs. romanoff. you want to see who she really is. not for revenge, not to hold it against her. simply because you’re curious. you’re aching to see mrs. romanoff—natasha. she couldn’t possibly just be that. mean.

she is not just that.

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Anonymous asked: I struggle with motivation to write and figuring out what I want to happen in my story. I'm really good at picking out tropes, understanding character motivation, seeing where the story is going, recognising good writing, etc. I often have dreams that are full-fledged, complex stories, so I know the creativity is there. It's just, for some reason, when it's my intent to create, nothing happens. I get stuck thinking 'they'll see this coming' or 'this wouldn't work', and I can't figure out how I want it to go. So, I feel like I'm pretty good at stories... when I'm not trying? And i dont know how to do it without trying. I hope this makes sense lol

Struggling with Motivation and Direction

Being able to recognize good stories and dream up good story ideas is a great place to start, but there's more to writing a good story than ideas, tropes, and character motivation. Stories revolve around conflict (internal, external, or both) and the protagonist's pursuit of a goal that will resolve that conflict. Stories have structure... they go through specific phases (setup, rising action, falling action, denouement) and hit specific plot points (hook, inciting incident, midpoint, climax)... and sometimes more specific phases and plot points (there are all different theories on what those are). And through all of these phases and plot points, your character is growing and/or changing (and or changing the people/world around them) while in pursuit of their goal/resolution to the conflict.

There are some writers who can come up with an idea that instantly includes all of those important phases and plot points, and they can sit down over whatever period of time and almost effortlessly hammer out a first draft. However, that is not the case for most writers or most stories. Most stories require some level of plotting or planning ahead of time to work out what happens in all of those specific phases and plot points, and what the character has to do in order to resolve the conflict, and figure out how the resulting events cause your character to change and/or grow/and/or change the people/world around them. Some writers do the bare minimum amount of pre-planning, but then they push through that work as they write, figuring everything out as they go. It's anything but effortless. It's really hard work.

And the thing is, you will probably figure out that you're a planner--meaning that you generally need to put whatever amount of plotting/planning into a story before you write--or you're a pantser--meaning that you do a minimal amount of planning ahead of time but take the time as you're writing to figure things out. Or you may find it depends on the story you're writing. Either way, don't give up just because a story isn't naturally falling out of your fingertips onto the page. Stories are like lumps of clay that you want to turn into a beautiful sculpture. You're not going to pinch here, pull there, and voila. It takes a lot of time and effort to shape them into the thing you want them to be. And sure... there are sculptors who can sit down and create a gorgeous sculpture out of a lump of clay in mere moments, but for most it's not that easy. Same with writing.

So, don't give up. You're right where you need to be. Spend some more time learning about how stories work. (You can look through the posts on my Plot & Story Structure master list to start with.) Read a lot, and when you read, see if you can pick out the different story phases and plot points. Analyze stories you love to see how you work. Author K.M. Weiland has a story structure database that pulls apart popular stories and breaks them down into all those different pieces. There are also a lot of great videos on YouTube about story structure and plotting.

Ultimately, keep at it. You'll get there!!!

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winniethewife · 6 months

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 3: How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Thanks to @reallyrallyauthor for turning me onto the Pic.

Warning: sex mentioned, aftercare.

Words: 1159

Steven and I were having a day in. Sitting next to each other in bed while we each individually reading. I glance over at him at the same time he glances at me and I smile.

“You a’right there love?” He gives me his usual cheeky grin and soft Puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good baby.” I lean in and kissed his cheek. “I love our lazy days. Just you me and a couple good books.”

“Me too. It’s nice, but I am having a little bit of a hard time focusing on my book.” Steven says with a chuckle

“Yeah and why’s that?” I put the bookmark in my book and smile at him as he does the same.

“Well, with you sitting right here, In these cute little PJ shorts…” his hand glides up my thigh as his hand reaches the edge of the shorts she slides his hand along the edge teasing.

“Well… I didn’t mean to be distracting baby…” I smile at him and move to straddle him on the bed making him instantly blush. “Does this help?” I tease.

“Uhm…depending on your definition on help?” His hand landing instinctually on my hips, as his face flushes brighter and her looks up at me biting his lip slightly. “Gods you’re beautiful. Just my luck innit? Getting to see you every day…we’re just really lucky to have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have you, all of you.” I say softly as I lean in and kiss him softly on the nose. And then on the lips. A small whimper leaving his lips as I taste his lips. I slide my tongue over his bottom lip to encourage him, his lips part and I take the opportunity. Our tongues played together, my hands go up into his hair as his hands run up my back pulling me in closer. Just then the bedroom door creaks open and Layla chuckles

“You two getting busy without me?’ She teased.

“What did you want to join?” I asked with a smirk as Steven turned an even deeper shade of red.

“I think…I wanna watch.” Layla says seductively as she takes a seat on the bed opposite us. “If that’s okay with you Steven.”

“Y-yeah...Of course Love.” He managed to stutter out.

When Steven and I went on our first date I had already decided I was telling them yes but figured it was only fair to give everyone a chance. Steven and I met at the local Science and History museum. I was a little nervous, I was meeting Steven for the first time, what if…

“Sorry, so sorry I’m late love.” The British accent made my heart leap in my chest, he wore his curls loose, a kind of goofy patterned shirt under a over shirt, he was adorable, something I would never say of his other two alters.

“It’s alright, I didn’t even notice.” I smiled as I turned to him.

“Woah, you look amazing!” He looked me over, I laughed, just a dressy top and Jeans was apparently enough to wow him.

“Thanks Steven. I’m glad to finally meet you.” I took a step closer and gave him a hug, which he reciprocated with the most adorable surprised sound

“I-It’s good to meet you too.”

As we make our way through the museum Steven is listing off facts and telling me interesting stories about almost everything we come across. At some point he’s explaining something about the formation of the quartz in front of us when I reached for his hand taking it in my own and weaving my fingers in between his. He stuttered for a second as he looked down at my hand and smiles softly.

“That’s nice…I like that.”

“I thought you might.”

“You’re…I mean…I really like you.” Steven looks at me with a shimmer in his eye, a smile on his lips as he squeezes my hand

“I really like you too Steven.”

“That’s good…Can I…Can I keep holding you hand?” He asked innocently

“I’d like that.” I smiled.

I was heavily panting, Steven also breathing heavy on top of me as we ride out our highs, My eyes look over his upper body covered in marks from our love making, I lean up and kiss him softly, a soft moan leaves his lips. I feel a soft touch on my face and I see Layla out of the corner of my eye, her dark eyes filled with love.

“Ya helo, look at you…so pretty under him...” She murmurs

“Layla…�� I look over at her and reach out to hold her hand as Steven leaves kisses along my neck, he cuddles in close, his naked body against mine as Layla leans in kissing me softly, soft lips on mine, our fingers woven together as she leans in. the Smell of her Egyptian musk perfume tickles my senses as she drags her fee hand along my chest.

“My beautiful girls, I just can’t get enough…” Steven caresses Layla’s hair and Kisses my neck again. I softly moan into the kiss as he sloppily glides his tongue along my neck. Layla chuckles slightly in to the kiss before puling away, I let out a soft whimper of protest.

“Shhh…that’s it pretty girl, be good for me now, I’m gonna go start dinner.” Layla says as she runs her thumb across my lip before giving Steven a quick kiss on the shoulder and heading out of the room. Steven looked at me with a loving look in his eye. His soft expression is endearing. I lean in and give him another soft kiss. Running my fingers through his dark curls.

“I love you…” He says softly as he presses his forehead to mine.

“I love you too…I always will.” I reply with my hands still in his hair. He lets out a soft chuckle.

“Will you always be happy like this? We’re married to Layla…We can never marry you…Doesn’t that bother you?” Steven asks with genuine sadness in his eyes.

“No it doesn’t, Steven I don’t need to be married to be happy. I’m happy just being with you. My life is better with you all in it and that’s all I need.” I stroke his face gently as I say this in an attempt to reassure him.

“That’s…That’s good.” He smiles relieved and gives me a soft quick kiss. “You know we’d marry you too…If you wanted…Jake thinks about you in white all the time.” He chuckles softly, I can imagine Jake cussing him out for telling.

“Does he now? Well, sometimes in the poly community we do things like commitment ceremonies, they’re just like weddings but nothing legal about them really.”

“That sounds nice. Maybe someday we’ll do something like that yeah?”

“Yeah maybe someday.” I smiled at the eager look in his eye, I get the feeling Jake might not be the only one who wants to see me in white.

Translations:

Ya Helo: my beautiful

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eruminx · 1 year

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Hey, can I get Hisoka nsfw and sfw dating hcs (fem or gender neutral reader)?

Thank you!

hi! thank u for the request and sorry it took a while to respond lol, but here u are! sfw + nsfw

❦ hisoka dating headcanons

❦ sfw:

- very hot or cold. either super sweet or super petty. no in-between.

- he tries not to take things between you two seriously, but his possessiveness tends to get the better of him

- he's clingy. like reaaaallyyy clingy. attachment issues

- his giving love languages are physical touch and quality time, and his preferred receiving love language is gift giving

- loves stuff and gifts. i read a hc post where they hc'd him as a hoarder and i couldn't agree more. he has way too many decks of cards and a whole list ranking his favorite to his least favorite

- sassy. like. annoyingly sassy. he's so witty too?? he always has a funny comeback even in the most serious situations

- can be romantic if he wants to, but that's usually earlier in the relationship when he's trying to court and impress you. but sometimes he takes you out on a super fancy date.

- flakey but loyal. he'll disappear every now and then, but should always come back

- sometimes its more like you're his parent than his partner LOL he's very immature, lots of scolding

- LOVES PDA. he HAS to be touching you, no matter what. in public and in private. even if it's something simple like handholding, but usually it's a lotttt more than that. he also gives really good hugs and kisses.

- controlling and possessive. cuts people's necks with flying cards if they even glance your way.

- sometimes starts drama in your life, such as a death of a loved one or an intense fight with a friend just so you'll go running to him for comfort. does it for his own amusement and so that you'll build a dependency on him. i think he likes to be needed by u

- his toenails scratch u in bed and he refuses to cut them because he's petty. also learned how to snore loudly and sleep with his eyes open just to freak u the fuck out

❦ nsfw:

- kinky ass mother fucker 😭

- switch, but leans towards dom because he likes to physically dominate you. tbh doesn't really matter to him as long as he's in control

- likes pretty much everything and has done pretty much everything

- butttt some specifics that come to mind when i think of hisoka are brat-taming, marking, and corruption.

- likes to make you THINK you're in control by giving you options, but he's always in charge

- you could hurl any insult at him and snap at him, but he'd still have that sweet smile on his face with sharp words to contrast

- "make me hisoka. you wouldn't."

- "oh but i would, and i will. ♡"

- he LOVES LOVES LOVES marking. part of his pda in a way, like making sure the public knows you two are together just by looking at your neck.

- he likes to bite, and would love it if you did too.

- his long ass nails scratch your back and leave scars, and would love if you did the same to him. he'd pay for your manicures and acrylics just so you could claw the fuck out of his back in return.

- because of this he often goes around (even in public) in small shirts that expose his back and neck, or sometimes even without a shirt just so he can show off. and he encourages you to do the same hehe

- it's very easy to excite him. just small things you do get him all wound up. biting your lip, making faces, sighing, even just slightly adjusting yourself and he's pouncing on you dtf.

- foreplay either takes forever or no time at all depending on how patient he's feeling. if he's been craving you, he won't hold himself back because he knows he can't take it slow. and yet he tries, he tries to savor you, he tries to breathe in every inch of you, he tries to take it slow, but he can't. especially not with you.

- sucker for virgins and people who are inexperienced. of course, he wouldn't mind if you were experienced (and if you were just as experienced as him he'd love it), but just the amount of control he has in corrupting someone turns him on to the max.

- corruption goes hand in hand with his brat-taming kink too.

- aftercare usually goes like this: you two laying in his jizz for a few minutes trying to catch your breaths (unless one or more of u are literally passed out) -> bathing together -> changing sheets and just cleaning up in general -> cuddling, snacking, and talking until you fall asleep. <3

i feel like i've talked abt how he would be in a relationship in other posts such as my what the adulttrio need in a relationship, kinds of gifts, and in an argument so i kept it pretty short. there might be some repeating since i honestly don't have much to say abt hisoka since my interpretation of his character is quite straightforward loll. but i hope you enjoyed! <3 my requests are always open.

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No, because I feel so bad for Morty. Like, let's put ourselves in Morty's shoes for a moment. You've already got all the basic stressors of being 14, insecurity, puberty, etc. Now, imagine having no friends for your whole life, then when you were 14, this random guy crashed into your house and he's apparently your grandpa and is now living here? Then he drags you on dangerous adventures and constantly manhandles and emotionally abuses you, your parents are emotionally neglectful and don't do much to stop this abuse. And he's really your first and only friend. It doesn't help that he always drags you out of school so you can never make any friends your age. Your literal only friend is your 70-year-old grandpa, and you're basically his only real close friend.

We know Rick is Morty's first and only friend with what Beth says in the first episode "Morty was having trouble in school way before my dad moved in, and the only influence I can see Rick having is that for the first time in his life...Morty has a friend." Not only that, but Rick's healing is HEAVILY dependent on Morty, and he relies on Morty to keep him stable (Look at Rickfending your Mort) Having anyone rely on you for their healing and emotional support is already a ridiculous and unfair responsibility to put on an adult, let alone a 14-year-old. And Morty SHOULD break free. Key word should. But it's hard. Rick is literally all he knows. He has emotionally neglectful parents, he never had any friends before Rick, and he and Summer don't really talk all too much, so Rick is really all he knows. And we know that his parents aren't a good example of a healthy relationship. So Rick is all he knows, bunched up with him not having any good frame of reference of what a healthy relationship is, it's gonna be hard to break free from the possibly biggest influence on your life. Imagine how hard it must be hard to even acknowledge that the relationship is unhealthy, much less break free from it. Even when he treats you horribly, even when he straight up says "What we had was abusive, don't you see?" all you can say is "Ok...so...what's the undercut?" Like you don't see the problem with it.

Then he walks out on you, adding a heavy dose of abandonment issues, we see this in the Jerrick Trap with Morty having a stronger reaction than everyone else to Jerricki leaving, everyone else just seemed mildly annoyed, meanwhile, Morty sounded like he was literally about to cry "They are my dad and grandpa! You can't just take them!" Even though you don't even think he cares about you, but you make peace with that. Now you just accept that he may not care about you. All you want is for him to stay by you. Because he's all you know, you place him on a pedestal, seeing him as "A super fucked-up god" (See Rickshank Redemption) So no wonder you see nothing wrong with it? Why would you? As long as he stays by you, everything feels like it will be fine. Giving you some twisted sense of comfort. All you need for him to stay by your side. Need. Not want. Need He needs you too. He relies on you for pretty much everything, here's some examples in the show, ahem, he relies on you to: Keep him stable, get him food, help him with pretty much everything, remind him to shower, help him heal, etc., etc., we could literally be here all day if I listed off all of them, and in the wise words of Jadien Animations, nobody should ever need you. They should want you. But you can't help it. This person is all you know.

Deep down, you probably know it's abusive, that it isn't good or healthy for either of you. But here's the thing.

You don't care.

You need him.

You know deep down that this won't do anyone any good in the long haul. But you don't care.

You need him even though it's damaging to you, like a drug.

It doesn't matter if it stops you from making other friends.

It doesn't matter how much it hurts your mental health.

It doesn't matter how many times he fucks with your mind.

All that matters is that you have him.

No matter what.

#Again I love Rick!#Buttt his relationship with Morty is far from healthy.#rick sanchez #rick c137 #rick #and #morty #morty smith #rick and morty

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