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mypoisonedvine · 9 months

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another idea for dr crane but i'm afraid it might be too similar to thoughtless so please just ignore if it is!!: from personal experience, being a patient of his who is seeing him bc of sexual trauma. fear of penetration due to previous sexual assault. and ofc he's all about exposure therapy. and you wanna trust him so so bad bc he wants what's best for you, he's encouraging you ("you deserve to embrace your sexuality, you get past this one barrier and you're free"), but you start to fight back. and he takes personal offense bc he's your doctor, why don't you trust his expertise? but then it starts to feel good~

idk i picture reader trying with a toy in front of him but he gets impatient sees she's struggling with going that extra step further so he takes control either with the toy or himself.

warnings: not actually that dark (I mean, it is cause he's her therapist lol but he's not nonconning her) but still manipulation, slightly medical kink?, praise kink

(oops this turned out pretty long how did that happen? lmao)

"Did you try what we discussed last week?" he asked, and you pressed your knees together as you looked down and shook your head. "Really? You seemed very positive about it before."

"I was," you admitted. "It seemed really easy-- just sort of training myself, you know. But then I got home and... I guess it was a little overwhelming."

"Hm," he said, and you started to feel guilty for disappointing him. "That's interesting-- it seems like you were more comfortable here than at home. I figured it would be the other way around."

"Yeah, that would make more sense, I guess," you shrugged, "but-- I dunno..."

"Do you want to try again?" he wondered.

"I do," you admitted, "but I'm nervous that I'll start panicking again..."

"Then why don't you try here?"

You tensed up at just the suggestion; "Wouldn't that be... I mean, isn't that...?"

"I'm a medical doctor," he reminded you with a chuckle, "I've seen much worse. This is simply part of your treatment. I want you to get better."

You took a deep breath, nodding. "Okay," you decided. "Okay, I can try it."

"Great," he smiled, uncrossing his legs and resetting his clipboard in his lap. "We agreed before that you'd be more comfortable with your fingers than silicone dilators, is that still--?"

"Yes," you interrupted, "definitely. Feels too... clinical, otherwise."

He nodded, and there was a brief silence.

"So, do I just... start?"

"I'd like you to try," he said gently.

You noticed that his gaze never broke away from you, but you looked down into your lap as you started to slowly spread your legs. "So I just.. reach under my dress?"

"That should be fine," he encouraged. "There's nothing to be afraid of-- this is a safe space."

You nodded in agreement, pulling up your dress enough to reach into your panties. Sighing, you tried not to let nerves get the better of you as you pushed your lips apart with your fingers. But still, the anxiety was bubbling up, and you pressed the tip of your finger to your hole only to feel resistance alongside your distress. "I-- I don't think I can--"

"It's alright," he soothed, "start with the outside first-- stimulate your clitoris."

You choked on a laugh, still too nervous to look at him. "You really are a medical doctor..."

"What, too formal?" he chuckled. "Alright... rub your clit."

That shocked you even more than the clinical language; but it made you pulse inside, too. "O-okay..."

You pressed your fingers against the bud, trying to rub it, but it didn't really feel like anything-- like rubbing your elbow or something. Jonathan corrected you right away: "Not so hard," he said, "start gently."

"Sorry," you breathed, shutting your eyes.

"No-- it's fine," he assured, "I just want to help."

He was right, though; when you lessened the pressure and gently rubbed in circles, it started to feel good-- slowly, but surely. When your next breath came out shaky, you heard him hum with satisfaction.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Yes," you answered, but you didn't mean for it to be a moan.

"I think you're ready," he informed you-- and something about his voice, it was lower than before, it was different... it was making you wet.

"Ready... for what?" you whispered, daring to open your eyes and see the darkness in his expression as he watched you.

"Ready to fuck yourself with your fingers."

"Oh," you sighed, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut-- in the best possible way. "Okay..."

"Just one to start," he encouraged, "put a finger inside yourself, nice and slow."

You sighed as you pressed the finger up to your hole again, smiling as you realized it was more open-- and wet-- than before. You gently pressed in further, finding some pressure but pushing through it until you were knuckle deep in yourself. You smiled happily; "I did it," you breathed, "oh my god, I-- I never thought I'd--"

"Don't stop," he cooed, "move it back and forth. If you do well enough, you can add a second finger."

You figured he meant it that you would be able to add a second finger, but it almost sounded like a bargain, like a reward. Do what I say and I'll let you add a second, or something. Surely that wasn't what he meant.

"A little faster," he encouraged as you pumped the finger. "That's it, very good."

You whimpered, biting down on your lip to hide your moan. You wanted him to say that again, to tell you that you were doing this correctly.

"Add the second now," he instructed, his own voice suddenly sounding a little hoarse and needy. "Stretch yourself out-- and tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," you panted as you started to add your second finger, whining at the stretch. "Fuck, I-- will they both fit?"

He chuckled a little-- a low, rough sound-- and promised you: "Yes, they'll fit. You can take a lot more than two fingers, with some patience."

You hadn't even imagined being able to do more than this-- for years, you hadn't been able to put anything inside you, and now here you were... fingering yourself in front of your therapist. "How much more?" you wondered, hardly imagining how it could be possible.

There was a long, long pause; you worried he hadn't heard you. Looking at him again, you found him watching with a tight jaw.

"How much more can I take, Dr. Crane?" you asked again.

"You can take anything I give you," he answered tensely.

A shiver ran up your spine; "F-fuck," you whimpered, and your walls pulsed around your fingers.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" he noticed, and you nodded. "Good."

You gasped.

"Very good," he egged you on, seeing the effect it had on you; your head tilted back as you pushed your fingers into yourself faster. "You're doing very well for me-- now I just need to see you come. I just need you to make yourself come."

"Yes, yes," you chanted, hips rocking, moans growing louder. "It feels good-- fuck, Doctor, I--"

"I know," he soothed, "just let it happen. Keep going. Come for me."

It hit you all at once, a heavy and numbing feeling that left you shaking on his couch; he purred out his praises, telling you how good you were doing, and it only made the feeling stronger.

When you exhausted yourself, you stilled; there was a moment of silence, just your panting filling the air, until you found the strength to meet his gaze again. He was smiling at you sweetly, looking oddly similar to how he always did at the end of a session. "That was incredible progress," he said proudly. "You should be very impressed with yourself."

You sighed as you nervously pulled your fingers out of yourself. "I-- do you have a tissue I can wipe these with?" you asked nervously.

"No need," he said, "you should taste it."

"Wh-what?" you choked out, your face even warmer than before.

"Just taste it-- I think you'll like it," he encouraged.

Though you hesitated for a second, you brought your wet fingers to your lips and gently licked off some of the sticky substance left behind.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's sort of strange," you admitted.

"It's an acquired taste," he shrugged, making your heart pound as you realized just from the look in his eyes that this was absolutely a taste he'd acquired... then again, there must have been a reason that he knew even better than you how to touch yourself and make you come.

Then, it was impossible not to imagine what he's like when he does this off the clock-- the way he touches and pleasures the women he takes to bed. You imagined him with his fingers inside lace panties, whispering in her ear about how good she was being for him; you imagined him pushing two inside and promising to give her more; you imagined him making her come, over and over, until he's satisfied and brings those soaked fingers to his lips and calling her delicious.

And even though you tried not to picture who that woman would be, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd like a woman like you... if you were the type he'd do that to, if you weren't his patient.

"Thank you," you blurted out. "I never thought I'd be able to... thank you. It's been a long time since I was able to feel that."

He nodded. "Thank you for trusting me," he replied. Glancing at the clock, he sighed a little through a polite smile: "Oh, look at that, we're out of time for today. This has been a really excellent session."

"Yeah," you agreed as you both stood up, "definitely."

"And next week, we can discuss the next steps in your recovery."

You raised your eyebrows when you heard that, already almost halfway out of the office. "Next steps?" you noticed.

"Yes," he agreed, "you made great progress, but there's still so much more for you to learn."

#jonathan crane fic #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #scarecrow x reader

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walpu · 2 months

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A thought, Aventurine thinking that he's the dom in the relationship and then reader pulls out uno reverse, kabedoning him against a wall with their leg

"Get dommed lmfao" - [Y/n]

LMAO okay this is funny

I'm sorry this post is a but shorter than my other ones, I've been super busy for the past few days and didn't have much time to write 😭

Aventurine trying (and failing) to be a dom

characters - Aventurine

notes - gn!reader, sub!Aven, nsfw-y

I really can't picture Aven as a hard dom but I think that in some scenarios he would feel more comfortable if he considers himself to be the one in control.

Like if you two just started dating and maybe you didn't know each other for a long period of time before that.

Or if you had some sort of rivalry before you became a couple.

He'll try to show you that you're his, constantly reminding you this by... clinging to you and whining if he doesn't get enough of your attention.

And, well, by throwing some flirty and smug remarks here in there. In a way, it's another way to keep his mask on.

He would, however, be able to be a proper dom in the bed. Ordering you around, teasing your body, enjoying your ruined look, knowing that you're his his his. Even if sometimes he wants to be the one ruined by you.

He reeeeeally doesn't want to admit to himself how much he actually wants it.

However. However. The key prase here is "would be able to be a proper dom"

Is it possible? Yeah. Would this ever happen? No lol.

The moment he tries to pull something like this he finds himself pressed to a wall with you blocking his way with your leg.

"Don't tell me you thought you were in charge, pretty boy" you say with a chuckle and he goes weak in his knees.

Tries to say something cheeky in return but he was never good at hiding something from you. You can literally see him being a mess.

It would probably be easier fir him if you would use your hand to block his way. He'd tease you and call you bossy, pulling you for a kiss. But with your leg??? It catches him off guard so much that, to his own embarrassment, he can't even find a comeback.

And the way he looks???

Slightly flushed cheeks, irregular breath, him suddenly clinging to you without even realizing it. Absolutely beautiful.

It's still not easy for him to be in a vulnerable position like that but he just can't help, the temptation of feeling yours yours yours is just too overwhelming.

Would act ten times more bratty after that just to push your buttons and make you put him on his place again.

#aventurine #Hsr #honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #reader insert #walp's writing #maybe I'll make a second part later I really feel like I could've give more justice to this request once again im sorry

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bebebelll · 6 months

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does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 1)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret child!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher and wolff!reader warnings: cursing and some general fandom hate wags get note: first time doing this i dont know if this right but lets go! part 2, part 3 and part 4

mickschumacher happy birthday to @ynquads !! sorry for crashing into the cake! mama said she'll make you another

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gina_schumacher thanks for almost cropping me out of the picture

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username excuse me sir? what do you mean grow up?

ynquads visited japan for a wedding and now i'm all ready for skate america!! let's gooo cricket club!!

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username YOU GOT INVITED TO YUZURU'S WEDDING

ynquads i even got to bring daniel🤭

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username oh she has time to fly to japan but not go to a single race ever

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ynquads we got silver!!!💪🥈🥈🥈congrats to kaori sakamoto 🥇 and isabeau levito🥉 (also thanks uncle lewis for dinner)

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nicorosberg he gave you alcohol?

ynquads i have never actually drank alcohol at all in my entire life (also dad was there i was not even allowed to get food that had rum in the sauce) maxverstappen1 oh yeah we did not at all just get drunk ynquads shut up before nico goes to talk to my DAD

username are we all just gonna ignore that she calls lewis "uncle" like seriously how disrespectful is that

username calm the fuck down she calls him and all the older grid (especially sebastian) uncle so it is not new

danielricciardo why you holding your head like that? is it heavy from all the pretty? i can hold it for you

nicorosberg this is who you choose @ynquads danielricciardo why are you bullying me too??? ynquads hes funny onkel nico (uncle) username how is nico rosberg here dragging danny ric? you dont even follow him?

username EVERYBODY CALM DOWN THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE HAVE A CHANCE TO HAVE YN WIN THIS YEAR'S GRAND PRIX PLEASE BE ON EVERY PODIUM

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username i still think it's so damn weird she just hangs out with the older grid. how does she even know then to go on dinners

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username i bet my life that max introduced them i can feel it in my bones that he planned this username "oh sorry i won by 30 secs and you have a shitbox to drive, wanna meet my friend she's great gf material? you have no chance without help" ynquads i mean.... username OH MY GOD

username she's such a shit girlfriend honestly. she dates daniel for publicity and then drags lewis down too

username what the fuck are you smoking??

username how the FUCK did daniel ricciardo bag the talented pretty QUAD QUEEN MISS YN SCHUMACHER!!! thats my wife actually! what about our kids and three lambs??

f1wagsupdates paparazzi has released a video of mercedes team boss toto wolff exiting a restaurant and driving off with a young woman. even though she tried to cover herself, the woman was quicky identified as yn schumacher. she is a figure skater and 20+ years younger. in an interview from home yn can be seen walking around the wolff kitchen in little clothing. is this the ending to toto's perfect looking marriage with fellow motorsport boss susie wolff?

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username if i dont read it, it doesnt exist. no one's cheating ever

username toto and susie's kid is like 5 how could he throw that away??

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username little clothing? she's wearing like pajamas

#formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo insta au #formula 1 social media au #daniel ricciardo #toto wolff

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ambassadorarlert · 5 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

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#its not even his fault fr.#he’s just protective that’s all.#he’s been through a lot and he can’t always help it ok #my writing #armin arlert #armin imagine #armin headcanons #toxic!armin #armin drabble #armin one shot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin x black y/n

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the-moon-files · 12 days

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Hi! I'm kinda new here but I was hoping to leave a request or at least something to chew on. So there's this genshin sagau where the reader has a bit of a language barrier with the other characters and I was wondering if that translated over to the Linked Universe as well? Like imagine the boys finding this random person with different clothes, accessories, and they talk in a language never before heard of? What are they, some kind of eldritch being? Meanwhile reader recognizes them obviously but frustratingly can't express any feelings asides from base concepts! Man.

Some funnies include; reader voicing more thoughts out loud now that no one can really understand them and reader eventually learning the language and getting a really sick accent out of it.

That's all my tired brain can think of atm so I bid you adieu. Have a good rest of your day :)

First Official Request!! :D oh and its amazinggg, ooOOO a language barrier AU, genshin? hm wonder who wrote that

Reader wasn’t specified and ive adopted masc!reader as the normal over here, so masc reader it is 👍

Sun: Masc/Male Reader (”you”/he/him)

Orbit: EXTRA LONG Headcanons-ish/scenarios SORRY 😭, Language Barrier AU my beloved

Stars: The Classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, typical mild loz violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so for the sake of even funnier confusion, lets say the boys kinda missed u falling thru a portal, and instead just see the portal, and it disappears w/nothing coming out

(bc u obv are a competent person and clearly recognize the giant horse head stable from Breath of the Wild and went inside, like to orient urself, u will NOT be a Y/N damsel in distress 💀)

the boys had already been heading to that stable to sleep for the night, and needless to say, u nearly have a fit LMAO

first, the Hero of Time walks in, then the Link from Hyrule Warriors, then from Link’s Awakening? Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link?? Wind Waker Link, Four Sword Link??? The original Legend of Zelda Link-!!!!

well at least u arent the only weirdly dressed person there

(well, u arent weird looking for the hylians in the stable, theyre used to this weird shit, but the Chain of heroes on the other hand…)

they get to observing their bunkmates for the night, subtly squinting at you, then turning to talk to each other, and slowly every link gets made aware of ur prescense, u didnt think u stood out that bad..

(”くいんねしらんらなすいそらきみについちみんらはかくちかまいていりすんはすらもんらなすいすち・”) *

it also quickly becomes obvious to every traveler in the stable that you either cant speak, or wont speak, as when ur exchanging money for rupees at the front desk, the owner is accommodating with you by pointing and grunting and ur just nodding and pointing back

well, its not like when u first greeted the guy u understood even a single thing the guy said, it sounded like some sub-dialect of Japanese or something

u had realized earlier with horror that the game was staying true to its creators, and that most likely everyone spoke a special version of Japanese and ur English ass was abt to be so lonely and confused 😭

Wars/Time/Sky/Four in particular clearly noticed u exchanging all ur currency, as u can see them whispering or glancing at you occasionally as u pocket ur now little green gems the size of coins, rather than strip of paper

(”しにしくいまなとかるるるみらかくちひいすなせいいと・てくらしらいとみゃかくちひいすなせいいと・かくちかくちとみゃかすいちりりんそくちみきいしらひいすかくいいすちとねくちとにかてにりし・”)

and the boys move on in the morning, and its acc torture for u bc u had no idea how to even begin to quell their suspicions enough to let you travel along with them

u think u could say u came out a portal, but.. how would tell them that? drawing pictures in the dirt?? 💀

and this just keeps happening.

even when u just try to admire from a distance or even outright just leave them to it and go off to explore Hyrule (as safe as u could after acquiring a weapon and some more clothes)

but its like fate (or maybe Hylia tbh) wants u to run into these legendary heroes (both kinda in ur world and definitely here) constantly

after the stable u manage to run into them in Kakariko Village, which wasnt crazy bc u needed more supplies, and it was the nearest town to the stable

ur sure they noticed, but u outright avoided them out of paranoia or making them paranoid u were following them, and u definitely saw who you thought was the hero of the Four Sword whisper about u as u walked by, not that u caught much

(”るるるかくちかゃとかくいとちもいとかすちみきいほりららのにみききなんはすらもかくいとかちこりいるていとくらなりしのいいせちみいんいらみくにもる”)

but you’d started to recognize some Japanese words! …and tbh anime is the only reason for that, something definitely like “watch, him” 💀

which rlly didnt make u feel any better, and u avoided them even harder, u bought a map, so u made sure to head in the opposite direction of them out of, lets be honest, kinda lowkey fear of what theyd do if they thought u were stalking them

but despite u trying to actively go away from them, either you, or them, would show up everywhere the other went,

you passed by Wind playing in the water in Zora’s Domain,

Twilight riding Epona around the plains in Central Hyrule, Sky hanging laundry outside Wild’s house in Hateno

Honest-to-fucking-god seeing Wars, Wild, and Legend all crossdress to sneak into Gerudo village- u cant fucking escape them-

and the worst part is, you cant understand anyone, other than some basic words atp 😭

its as the Chain come from a path that merges onto yours on the way to Rito Village when Legend snaps first

You’re not even surprised, tbh it was more surprising it took them so long 💀

(”にかゃとんらな!! ちきちにみ!!! てくんちすぃんらなはらりりらてにみきなと・くらてちすぃんらなはらりりらてにみきなと・・くらてちすぃてぃはらりりらてにみきんらな・・!!”)

the look on ur face must have drawn some pity from Twilight bc he’s trying to talk Legend out of his yelling and pointing his sword at you,

(”ひいかそちりもしらてみ! りにのいんらなとちにしねにかくにみのていゃひいちりとらとらもいくらてこいいみはらりりらてにみきかくいもからら!”)

Wars joins in, giving you a confused look, before talking to the group at large, most of which have their hands near their weapons, but dont look that inclined to use them, thank the fucking gods or whoever rules over Hyrule-

(”かくいすちみそくいすくちとちせらにみかねかくにとすいいのとらはもちきにそちみしにゃもとなすいにかゃとくんりにちゃとしらにみきるていとくらなりしまなとかかすんからかちりのからかくいもねといいにはかくいんゃすいいさせいすにいみそにみきちみんかくにみきとかすちみきいる”)

oh no. they want to talk you, you barely picked out in their argument

Time nods in agreement, before stepping forward to talk first, you cant even imagine how anxious u look rn lol

(”かくいらかくいすとちすいすにきくかねかくにとにとりらみきらひいすしないるもんみちもいにとかにもいねちみしかくいといちすいもんかすちひいりにみきそらもせちみにらみとねちとにゃもとなすいんらなゃひいきちかくいすいしはすらもなとすなみみにみきにみからいちそくらかくいすとらもなそくるてくちかゃとんらなすみちもい・”)

why has Hylia forsaken you. what did you do to not receive some sort of fancy natural translator power in ur brain or something after getting portaled here, its the least she could do for fucks sake- talking to someone in a diff. language is SO much harder than just listening to them to understand what theyre saying-

you desperately try to recall the words people have said at stables and whatnot when introducing themselves, before they realized you couldnt speak the same language

(”Uh… もんみちもいにと… and I’m not following you…とらすすん”)

you just try to say ur name and then say sorry LMAO 😭

Nearly every Link is staring at you bug-eyed in shock, confusion, and understanding all at once

the Chain’s attitude changes pretty quick after that, and they quickly connect the dots after, yes, u do a drawing of a portal in the dirt 💀

u gather from the few words u can get that it was indeed magic (probably Hylia) that kept shortcutting you and the group of heroes together over and over again

…

she can move your position in space time and yet she cant get u an auto-translator after being forced to be here.

(in the middle of u drawing to communicate Hyrule manages to understand the gist of what you meant by that and laughs)

the Chain are quick to be very accomdating, Wars/Sky/Wild all offering to try and better teach u their language, but in return they want to learn yours?

actually, that was smth u noticed pretty early on in the ensuing weeks of travel, was the fascination they had w/English and ur voice??

Wind constantly rambled at you and poked and smiled at you to try and get you to ramble back, and after getting more comfortable around them,

u start to talk like they cant understand a word ur saying, which is entirely accurate, and you notice some like to lean in when you talk, or respond with humming/saying smth like u can understand, or even just gesture for u to keep going

Four/Time/Legend?? surprisingly/Hyrule/Twilight like when u get rlly talkative like ur having a one-sided convo w/them all the time, and they constantly are looking at you poinetedly to hear u narrate whatever ur doing or give a response whenever they same something at you (Rulie/Four/Twi/ and sometimes Time, (and he turns away but Legend too) give a little smile whenever you ramble)

Wild is Very Interested in your langauage, bc the Zora, Rito, Gerudo, and Gorons all had their native tongue that he ended up learning, and so he constantly makes notes to try and decipher some of what ur saying in English

he lights up anytime ur able to successfully tell him another something abt it, like the alphabet, or grammar or structure etc

they seem to pay attention esp in the mornings or late at night? ur not sure why until Wind both draw pictures and tries to get the general idea to you to explain

(”かくいんゃすいちりりきちんるんらなすちそそいみかにとくらかちみしんらなすひらにそいにとしいいせるかくいんゃすいていちのる”)

smth abt ur voice being nice? deep? but theirs do that too? u dont get it, but thank him anyway

they also help u out at markets, keep out of trouble w/locals, and other misc tasks that need some language help

everythings going great, the Chain trusts you, ur getting better at their language every day, and bc English is one of the hardest languages to learn in the world, theyre slowly getting some of urs!

it isnt until ur camping out in the Temple of Time when things get weird again

Not only is there English carved into the walls, which u read as the Chain give u “explain now” looks and u communicate that the rlly ancient looking script they may or may not be able to read is, in fact, the written version of ur language-

but then another portal opens, and there’s sentences wrapped around the edges, which are fully in English too.

☆

* = hint: JIS

So i love ciphers for language barrier AUs, so have a cypher! have fun decoding it if u like, but don’t worry abt translating it, as its purposefully not important for u to enjoy this :)

JFC IM SO SORRY AB THE LENGTH I WROTE THIS FROM MIDNIGHT TO LIKE 1:30 AM- UGH sometimes this happens when i get on a scenario kick, SORRY 😭😭

also so sorry abt late reply! at least i already established im slow w/u guys so ig its not a huge surprise 😭

tysm for the request it was such a fun idea to write abt :D

i also like genshin, just a little bit u could say, so it was cool to see this carryover across fandoms lol

language barrier is so versatile, could be angst, crack, etc. so that makes sense

have a great weekend!!

Peace out,

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Would your Yona also have feelings for Link? Or perhaps she sees him as a good friend? Would Sidon get jealous seeing Link ride HER in the water lol

Hmm, so I've been hesitant to answer this, but I kind of want to! I'll just say that what I'm GOING to say isn't canon for Secret Confessions when it comes to Link, but this is how I like to write her character, and to make full sense of it, I'll just say how I imagine both Yona's relationships w/ Sidon and Link here...

Yona I imagine was a childhood friend of Sidon, who met him through her family member, Muzu. As she's from the same domain Muzu/Dorephan was from originaly before Dorephan married Sidon/Mipha's mother and moved into the Hyrule Zora's Domain. Yona was there to comfort Sidon after he lost Mipha, as the two both mourned her and leaned on each other. Though, the two spent less time together as Sidon grew older, so their romantic feelings didn't grow until after their arranged marriage.

I HC Yona to be like demiromantic + asexual, so I view Yona and Sidon's romance differently than Sidon and Link's. Yona loves Sidon as her husband. Her love for him is strong, and she feels so safe in his arms and by his side. She didn't have romantic feelings for him when they were first arranged, but he's just so charismatic and lovable, and quite honestly funny. In a way Yona didn't get to see much when he was younger. She can't get over how much heart he's grown to have, but still manage to be the most lovable ditz in her life. She worried at first with the marriage that it would be nothing more than a political one, especially as she grew very aware of Sidon's blatant attraction for his dearest friend, but she quickly realized how big his heart was. That she also had a place in it. Sidon fell in love with Yona's comfort, her genuine care, and the way she's able to speak so heartfelt with such ease and consideration. She's the smartest person he knows, and he's so happy that she's the Zora Queen. He also loves how cuddly she is, and that when the two are alone, it's spent in each others arms. She's so comforting.

After Link joins the picture, Yona is more than happy to see Sidon's heart full. That, and she most definitely can enjoy breaks from her husband, and even though she enjoys his cuddles and endless compliments, she also enjoys her alone time. She also feels glad that Sidon has someone that... loves him in a way she doesn't. She's never felt pressured by Sidon to be intimate. Even with him always explaining his love for her isn't defined by intimacy, she's found herself guilty for not loving Sidon in that way. The first time she spots a Zora bite on Link, she's overwhelmed with laughter. She's happy, and Link clearly is too, as he isn't trying to hide it at all. Yona feels a weight of sort off her shoulders from this... so thankfully Link had a mark on his LMAO.

When it comes to sleeping arrangements, if Link is there that night, the three share a bed in Sidon and Yona's quarters that is big enough for the three. Where Link and Yona sandwich Sidon between them, and the three cuddle the night away. Yona, at first, is cautious about sticking to her side of the bed. She wants to avoid Link, not because she dislikes him, but she knows he loves Sidon, not her. She doesn't mind sticking to her side of the bed, but one morning when she wakes up to Link cuddling her and Sidon snoring on the other side of Link, she's overwhelmed. Though, she strangely feels comforted, and she quite enjoys it, which only causes her alarm and she gently unwraps Link around her. This happens a few times, and Yona feels a bit confused at the experiences. She doesn't DISLIKE them, but she also feels a bit guilty when she admits she is finding Link quite comforting in the way she finds Sidon.

Yona finds herself giggling more at Link's feral like behaviors. Finding herself blushing a bit when Link and Sidon swim around the reservoir. When she and Link talk alone, she feels a comfort that leaves her confused. She wants to know more, be around him more, but she knows that isn't what Link wants.

But again, one morning after she wakes up, she's met with Sidon on the other side of Link. Sidon is awake, and with Yona's movements, Link awakens, too. Yona expects Link to give his usual morning kiss to Sidon, but with Link used to Sidon being to his left, he, without opening his eyes, gives Yona a peck, leaving Sidon AND Yona both confused and speechless. Link opens his eyes to the sight, and immediately apologizes, turning redder than Sidon. Yona explains all is well, but her heart is racing, and she's overwhelmed because she LIKED the kiss, and with her guilt, she runs out.

Later that day, Link meets Yona alone, and he apologizes for the morning. Link noticed Yona hadn't returned from the reservoir, and knew this accidental kiss was something they wouldn't just forget about. When Link apologizes, Yona apologizes too, as she admits she liked it, and that she apologizes for falling for Link, too. Link is silent for what feels like a long time. But when he walks over to Yona and hugs her, she's surprised. Link admits he's grown his own love for Yona with their time spent together. It's different than his love for Sidon, but it's more than just as a friend. He does love her, and he's sorry for the kiss, but if she's okay with it, he'd like to make a proper kiss next time. To which Yona agrees, and the two kiss again.

Sidon of fucking course is overly excited at the news, as this presents so many more cuddling and date options. The three get along swimmingly, and well, Sidon wouldn't get jealous of Link swimming on Yona's back. He'd just be waiting impatiently for his turn LMAO.

#sidlink #sidlinkyona #sidlink ask #sidon #prince sidon #king sidon #lady yona #yona #sidon x yona #queen yona #yona totk #sidlink headcannon #sidlink hc

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Buddie Secret Relationship Conspiracy Manifesto

Hello. Welcome to possibly the most delusional buddie theory yet. This is a collaboration with @swiftiebuckleys, and as such I would like to cite our sources accordingly: dude, trust us.

Okay so I know a lot of people have talked about the theory of buddie possibly being in a secret relationship that is even a secret from the audience during season 6. For me, this started during 6A. It started because I was thinking about how 601 started with such a poignant and domestic Buckley-Diaz family scene that, as a part of a premier that was meant to establish where the characters are after four months of hiatus, told us Buck, Eddie and Christopher are living in each other's pockets as their own little family at the start of the season (I even wrote about this in this meta I posted while 6a was airing lmao).

But then for the rest of 6A there really wasn't any significant on-screen buddie or Buckley-Diaz moments, even though there was plenty that was implied at, including: Buck and Eddie planning to go to Marisol's house to help with repairs without the rest of the firefam, Buck and Chris hanging out so Chris potentially telling Buck the secret about skipping school even though he didn't tell Eddie, Buck and Eddie sitting in the back of the waiting room together separate from the rest of the firefam while they waited for news about Karen, and Eddie giving Hoover to Buck and convincing him to keep him even though his building doesn't allow dogs. What do all but one of these moments have in common? They're moments where Buck and Eddie were either alone or away from anyone who would know them from the rest of the gang and wouldn't feel the need to hide their relationship. When at work, Buck and Eddie had a reasonably normal amount of on-screen interactions, but it was only their moments happening outside of work that was pushed to the off-screen. (Bonus: one on-screen 6A moment that lives in my head rent-free and screams of secret relationship is that shot of them stepping into frame together and holding eye contact while the song lyrics in the bg go "I want your sex and your affection when I'm holding you close" in 609.)

However, while this^ is all well and good, it's 6B that really gives the secret relationship theory its wings.

Episode 10 gave us the lightning strike with a sequence that was shot almost entirely from the perspective of Eddie. While in the initial aftermath of the strike we see the shock on Hen, Chimney, and Bobby's faces, the scene is in slow-motion and muted until Eddie realizes what's going on and we watch every minute facial expression on his face as the horror dawns and he snaps into action. Eddie's reaction is what sparks everyone else's movement and then we see him completely forgo his own injuries and his own safety to save Buck. In the secret relationship trope, the near-death experience is a lot of the time what forces the couple to blow their cover and reveal their relationship. That didn't happen here as buddie were already close enough to warrant the strength of Eddie's reaction and Buck was unresponsive and there wasn't any time to lose. HOWEVER, episode 11 and the absence of a scene with Eddie alone at Buck's bedside can be explained by the fact that he couldn't be shone there or his bedside confessions would have given them away to the audience. As it is, other than Margaret and Maddie, Buck's mother and sister, he's the only one dressed in all black, his composure crumbling and unable to make eye contact with Buck's body in the hospital bed, the perfect picture of a grieving widow.

Episode 12 has the infamous couch scene which is meant to signal to the audience that Eddie is the couch Buck has been searching for, even if Buck himself doesn't know it. However, in the context of the secret relationship theory, what if the total lack of reaction from Eddie about Buck falling asleep on his couch is because they already know this?

Episode 13 has the infamous poker scene and this is where the theory actually diverges for a lot of people. Going with the original theory that buddie have been together since before 6A, this would explain Buck's lack of reaction to Eddie telling him to get dressed up and taking him out on what is essentially a date - he wasn't surprised or suspicious because it wasn't unusual. If you go back and watch the scene, you'll notice that it opens right when Buck and Eddie are approaching the door and about to be in the presence of other firefighters, but initially they're walking away from a dark alley while fixing their clothes - why would they need to fix their clothes unless they got messed up in the first place? Why wouldn't they show us the before or after of the poker scene, why only the parts where they're in the presence of other people from the department? Plus, Eddie really was looking TOO blatantly hungry in that entire scene, and he wasn't really hiding it from Buck - maybe because he's allowed, and expected, to look. This isn't even to mention the scenes of Buck, Eddie, and Christopher being a family, but I will go back to those later.

Where this episode splits this theory is the alternate potential for them to have gotten together after the poker game (my initial post after the episode first came out.) This would have been the perfect opportunity because there's really no way that if they weren't already together, the thought that this might be a date hadn't crossed Buck's mind (and, again, Eddie really did look too fucking horny in that scene it wasn't something you could ignore.) The next outside of work scene we see the Buckley-Diaz' in is the baking scene with Buck and Christopher. Eddie's location is completely unknown - he could be on shift, he could be running errands, he could be with Pepa - but the fact that Buck and Chris are together and baking for his class and planning dinner really drives home the fact that they are a family once again. However, the easy confidence of Buck parenting Christopher and the way he glowed with happiness in that moment would make even more sense if he had had his place in the Diaz family as Eddie's partner and Christopher's other parent confirmed to him.

One way to possibly combine the two theories is if we assume that Buck and Eddie were actually fwb throughout 6A (an idea given to me by @captainragtag) but actually got together after the poker scene. ANOTHER way is if we assume they've only been fwb, even after the poker scene. Them being fwb would potentially explain some holes in the theory, moments where they should have had a bigger reaction to something or known something beforehand if they were in a relationship (kind of the sperm donor arc and Eddie's reaction, but that could also be explained by Eddie's lack of reaction being because he already knew and was just pretending to be finding out for the first time with everyone else.)

Going into episode 14, all of these theories could explain the *gestures vaguely* everything about Eddie's storyline in the episode. If they're hiding a relationship, the absence of any mentions of Buck when talking about Eddie (and Christopher) being alone would make sense, especially after how pointedly the previous episode showed that Eddie is always spending his free time with Buck, with or without Christopher. It would also explain Buck's extremely unsubtle date-ruining advice - either they're together and Buck just doesn't want Eddie to go on the date because he doesn't want to share even to keep up pretenses, or they're fwb and Buck is jealous and afraid to lose Eddie and their relationship if Eddie starts actually dating. Also, considering how many pure fanfic tropes the writers have used before, it's safe to assume they have at least a baseline knowledge of how buddie are written by fans and what's the first trope every fanfic reader in this fandom learns about? Christopher's first and foremost wingman duty is to pack his stuff and go to a sleepover so his dads can do unholy things to each other. Christopher being at a sleepover when Pepa told Eddie to come over and him insisting that he was alone at home when just last episode we saw buddie spending all their time off shift together is just a little too sus if you ask me. Another secret relationship moment in the episode is Eddie going for the wrong gear shift in his own car. He initially reached for the gear shift on the center console when that's not where it is in his truck. But do you know where the gear shift is in a jeep? I'll give you one guess. Do we know anyone who owns a jeep? I'll give you another guess. This would make total sense since we know Eddie is a passenger princess and Buck would be driving them everywhere if they were in a relationship. Even when Buck isn't the one driving, Eddie would be much more likely to borrow his car more often if they were in a relationship and basically living together.

If this all doesn't convince you, I would like to leave you with the reminder of a moment that I'm sure has haunted all of us since 614 came out:

Actors are always aware when they're on camera and even if they aren't, the dozens of production people, including the director, would be. Do with that what you will.

(If anyone has anything they'd like to add to this feel free to message me or send me an ask and I'll make edits! And, I mean, this is all just for fun not to be taken seriously, but if there is a point that you think really brings the theory down also feel free to send me an ask about that lets see if I can provide a suitable explanation.)

edit: another thing to keep in mind as pointed out by the brilliant @swiftiebuckleys is the precedent set by 606 "Tomorrow" for flashbacks showing the start of a relationship.

#I said dont raise your expectations too high and I stand by that but here it is #my web of conspiracy with the help support and delusions of friends #did i promise this yesterday? yes. did I also keep getting distracted and procrastinating it? you betcha.#911 fox #911 spoilers #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #weewoo brainrot #that last tag really fits this one i cant defend myself here

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envy-of-the-apple · 1 month

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That what if when ms. moon already has a family but has to leave because of him is so HEARTBREAKING. Imagine moving on from a tramatic situation, meeting the love of your life, having a wonderful kid for all that to just get squashed in a instant. That literally had me about to tear up but imagine her kid was a bit older lets say like 10 (i know the math doesnt add up well with the timeline but its a what if)and then she just has to leave, that alone would greatly negatively impact the kid, just leaving a lasting mark. Maybe the kid would remember gojo’s face and resent him for the rest of their life.

The husband thing is equally as sad because I imagine ms.moon as shes about to leave crying and whispering how much she loves him and that shes so sorry. (Bonus heartbreak points they all breakdown as shes about to leave and she cant even hug or kiss them goodbye because shes being watched). After this incident ms.moon’s pervious family completes spiral down the drain and moon’s mental state goes down the drain with it

In conclusion amazing story but that shit was sad as fuck but I still eat it up with silverware and all

(merging multiple SEM asks cuz i feel so guilty for clogging up ppls dashes lmao)

ughhhh anytime kids are involved it just gets way more depressing, right? It think age 8-10 is like the worst time for this to this to happen because the kid can understand little, but not enough to get the whole picture.

The kid knows that their mom is leaving, but they aren't seeing the wavering tears in Ms.moon's eyes, the shaky hands, as you hug them for the last time. All that they can see is the fancy new car your new lover sits in. The grand ring that sits on your finger. Yeah, your kid will hate gojo for ripping apart your family.

But they'll hate you more, considering you're running off with a man who has more money than their father.

I think the only upside is that gojo might not bat an eye if you send money back to your family, keeping them comfortable. With enough pleading, he might pull a few string to get your kid into a good school. With your indirect help, your kid will have the best education and prosperity. Them resenting you is a pretty small price to pay, right?

in the fic, the case took about three weeks, so it took three weeks for gojo to just snap.

He would definetly try to toy with ms.moon for as long as he can. Despite claiming that he forgave ms.moon, he does carry a tiny bit of resentment. It's kind of a punishment, in that sense.

And honestly the moment he figures out you who are, I doubt you'd have a chance to run anymore. The reason why Ms.moon was able to 'get away' the first time was because gojo was still a teenager, hier of the gojo conglomerate, but still not powerful yet. Now, he has tons of resources available for him. You're not getting away lmao, I think that's why he's so much at ease this time around.

I never really considered the family's response. their reactions is something I'm not really interested in exploring. i don't think they got any characterization other than 'housewife mom' and 'dad who works'. I don't really think ms.moon would even mention gojo's torment to them. It'd be embarrassing, knowing that some kid the same age as you is just lording over your life, right? I did mention that Gojo confronts your family in EKM, but I don't like that addition now, so I'm retconning it. I feel like they'd find out just like everyone else did: From the media. Everyone in your little town knew who the Gojo was, but the fact that their kid is getting married to one of them has so be surprising.

But then again, not something im interested in exploring

If Gojo had managed to find Ms. Moon before, things would certainly have been much different. The gojo now has 'cooled down' and is far less volatile. If they had met again, if they were in their early twenties....things would not be much different from his high school counterpart.

#SEM #dark content #yandere jjk #dark jjk #dark gojo satoru #yandere gojo satoru

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sweeneydino · 27 days

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6. No idea if you like the ghosts-haunting-the-wrong-turtle enough to keep running with it, but I think it’s a really funny.

First of all, the ghosts waiting for the nth time— which is n times too many!— to see if Ronin will live (I don’t think he’s making it out of this one, guys…) and reviewing what the welcome wagon will say (We missed you, we’re proud of you, living the longest doesn’t make you the oldest—) when his spirit just goes *pop*. Dead silence, if you will.

And thus begins a mutiversal ghost hunt. (“Hello other dead us-es, have you seen an extra Mikey ghost around?” “No, but have you seen a lost Donny?”) They bop around a few universes until— yep, Mike’s soul is definitely SOMEWHERE in this universe. Wow! Things are weird and dense here.

Mikey: Hello, ghostly apparitions that look worryingly like my brothers! How are we today?

Ghosts: *water bubbling, fire crackling, wind howling*

Mikey: …I see!

(I can’t imagine the ghosts could like… communicate verbally to the living, or it would blow the whole identity issue wide open. They open their mouths and it’s just… ambient sounds related to their death.)

If there were ghosts, I think Splinter would 100% sense them, but initially be unable to tell who/what they are. Are some sewer maintenance workers haunting his house???? (No Michelangelo, he says, while doing the spiritual equivalent of shooing the ghosts away with a broom, I don’t think these things you are seeing are cause for concern, but let me know if it continues.)

The ghosts meanwhile, are in for a bit of a ride.

(‘Daw, it’s good to see Mikey smiling again.

…hey guys, don’t you think Spike’s acting weird for a turtle?

Stop reading into things too much.

…

Shit, Spike’s in the mutagen.

Oh, that’s absolutely Slash, we need to warn Mikey!

…

Well, there he goes…

…

Did Slash, or Titan, whatever, seem familiar to you?

Well sure, that was Slash, we know him, but he’s disappeared now, so I don’t think—

No… I mean, are we sure Mike got reincarnated into a *mutant* turtle body?

…oh shit)

…Do you think that the Ronin brothers meet Tang Shen?

Titan starts seeing his brothers while he’s defending NYC during the Kraang invasion, and just mentally shrugs, because, yeah, figures that he’d start imagining things around now.

And lastly:

Splinter, after everything’s settled and he’s figured out who the ghosts are: So, what can you tell me about the spirits following you?

Titan, who thought he was hallucinating again: the w h a t?

Pictured: Ghost gossip Mikey is not privy to.

Idk how but you managed to get it spot on- lol I'm not sure if I can answer all this without spoiling much .... oh well! I'll give short answers :))

They do go on a little ghostly adventure for their missing brother, mostly when they feel something pull on them when someone we know experiences a rather shattering revelation before being pushed off a building.

The ghosts do actually speak like that :O With how the 2012 universe goes, I thought it'd be nice to have the Ronin boys look/sound a little creepier. Since 2012 is so messed up lmao.

Splinter does, in fact, sense them and can't seem to put a finger on their identity, especially a certain one he feels only when he's meditating.

Truly, I haven't thought much if they could see Tang Shen, but i believe they'd only be able to sense her, really.

And lastly:

Also, love the ghost gossip 💕 I honestly think the little ghost side plot is kind of bittersweet? But I like it :))

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #art #crossover #tmnt crossover #vinny asks #tmnt 2012 #asks #spikangelo au #spikeangelo au #the last ronin #tmnt the last ronin #last ronin #tmnt last ronin #tmnt 2012 slash #tmnt 2012 spike

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How about phone sex with neighbor!robin while she’s away on a trip somewhere? Like her whispering filthy things down the phone and telling you exactly what she wants you to do?

neighbor!robin x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1460

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, reader is horny and sex-deprived lmao, use of "good girl", i think that's it? (oh not proofread of course, but that's nothing new)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i'm going on another little vacation at like 01.00am tonight, i'm ready to stay up all night and write fanfic until my plane goes in the morning lmao

when your phone rings you jump. this is the call you've been waiting for all day. it's almost 10pm and you've been pacing back and forth for the past hours, waiting for her to finally call you. you pick up the phone and hold it to your ear quickly. "robin?!" her familiar, raspy voice at the other end of the line chuckles. "hi sweet girl" she whispers and shivers run down your spine. it's been less than 24 hours since she last called but that's been enough for you to miss the sound of her, the presence of your girlfriend that you feel through the phone. "missed me?" "so much" you answer truthfully and pick up the phone to walk over and lay on your bed. your eyes dart to her room, lights off and empty, where she would normally sit now. it's a sad sight, really. robin is only on a one-week trip, but this week seems to be stretching endlessly with no end in sight. "your room is empty" you whine into the speaker. "hmh" she hums "that's because i'm not there, honey" "i know" you roll over to look at something other than the house robin lives in. "how have you been?" "it's a little stressful-" robin tells you. you want to listen to her words, but the sound of her voice, that low rasp and the little cracks it carries, makes it impossible to focus on anything other than that "y/n? you still there?" "oh!" you exclaim "y-yeah- yeah of course. uh- what did you say?" robin laughs and even though you can't see her, you can picture the sight very well. "someone got distracted?" "it's just- god your voice" you trail off, leaving the rest to her imagination. robin falls silent for a moment before she clears her throat. "how have you been doing over there?" after a second, she adds: "without me...?" there's a familiar pull between your legs and you bite your lip, already holding back the urge to run your fingers down your body, over the swell of your breasts, and down to your center where hers would normally go. "terrible" you mumble. you don't bother to hide how breathless you sound. "and would you...want to do anything about that?" a grin flashes over your face. this is what you've been waiting for. "come on baby, answer me" robin whispers huskily. "do you want to touch yourself? want to ride your fingers as if there were mine while i get to listen to your pretty moans?" "fuck" you whimper.

"thought so" she says quickly and there's a rustling sound, as if she was taking off clothes herself. "why don't you tell me what you're wearing?"

you look down at yourself and bite your lip. not much, that's for sure. "i'm just in my underwear" "oh really?" you nod and then, because she obviously can't see, tell her: "your favorite. the red set..." robin exhales into her phone. her reaction makes you feel proud to have such an effect on her. "i wish i could see you" she mumbles absentmindedly "i wish i could be there for you" "what would you do?" robin scoffs and you scoot up on the pillows to sit with your legs bent at the knees. you run your palm over your breasts, enjoying the feeling of your nipples hardening against the lacy, thin fabric. when you take one between your index and your thumb, your head falls back and a shaky moan erupts from your throat. "what was that...?" she whispers teasingly. "what are you doing over there hm?" "i- i'm just- uh- i'm playing with my nipples" robin hums in satisfaction. "good girl" she tells you and you moan again. "imagine it was me yeah? imagine it's me playing with those pretty tits of yours okay? god you're so pretty, you know that? i want to see you so bad" "what would you do robin? please i- oh- gotta know" "i would take my time with you" she explains and you can't help but whine. "hmh, yeah...i would lay you down and touch you all over, can you do that? run your hands over your sides and hips?" you do as you're told; hold the phone against your ear with your shoulder while you run your hands down your body like robin has asked of you. a shuddered breath falls from your lips and robin chuckles. "feels nice doesn't it?" you confirm it with an embarrassingly whiny noise that you can't seem to feel ashamed of, not when robin curses under her breath when she hears it. "please" you whimper. "please let me touch myself robin-" she sighs through the speaker and you swear there is a slight shake in her breathing. you're almost certain you can hear the sound of her touching herself echoing in the background. almost. "please" you repeat and finally, robin gives in. "alright" she says firmly. "trail a hand down that pretty body of yours okay? but don't move too fast. make it slow, yeah?" "oh thank you" you whine and do as she has told you. you run your flat palm down between your breasts slowly, goosebumps rising as your fingertips brush by. eventually, you're practically cupping yourself through your panties. the heat that has been growing between your legs sits damp against your fingers now.

"what- what now?" you can hear robin's heavy breathing. by now you're sure she is touching herself already and that she is one step ahead of you. "now" she mumbles "i want you to take care of yourself for me. come on. be a good girl and fuck that pretty pussy of yours for me" you whine loudly when you finally have her permission. you push your panties aside and insert two fingers into the dripping heat. you moan when you feel so wonderfully full for the first time in so long. just a couple of strokes are enough for you to know that you won't last long like that. "just like that" robin's voice whispers into your ear "just like that pretty girl. pump those fingers like you'd want me to fuck you" a whimper is the only thing you manage when you pick up the pace of your hand. "are you- ah fuck- are you-?" robin makes somewhat of a giggling noise that is cut off by a groan on her end. "of course sweet girl. do you think i could just sit here and listen to you playing with your pretty cunt without doing anything to myself, do you?" "fuck" you arch your back and grind down into your hand, causing your palm to brush past your clit in all the right ways. "just like that baby, just like that" robin pants "god, just wait until i get home. gonna fuck you so good, fuck-" "please, please fuck me" you're just babbling, desperately chasing your orgasm on your own fingers. "you want me to fuck you?" you can hear the squelching that is coming from between robin's thighs through the phone and you're certain she can hear yours too. "then be a good girl and fuck yourself just like you'd want me to. let me hear how you want it" you pick up the pace of your fingers, each stroke driving the heel of your hand against your clit at the same time. your arm is growing sore but you can't even think of stopping, only trying to mimick the way robin would fuck you normally. "god, i can hear it baby" she praises breathlessly. "good girl" "robin" you whisper "robin i think- fuck- i'm close" the woman groans in response "good me too, me too" your breath hitches in your throat and nothing but a high-pitched noise comes past your lips. "fuck, fuck, fuck" you cry and squirm on your sweat-soaked sheets. "i'm gonna cum y/n. come on. cum for me" that is when you lose it. the last thing you manage is an uncontrolled "i'm cumming" before your vision goes white and the pleasure rips through your body. you briefly sense robin's moans and groans from out of the phone and the sensation of your cum flowing out between your fingers but that is about it. you drop your head back and just let the pleasure take over. you're sure that, at some point, you scream out her name, but you can't seem to remember properly when the first aftershocks cause your legs to shake around your hand. once you have caught your breath enough to speak, you hold the phone closer to your ear again. "robin?" you whisper almost shyly. "fucking hell y/n" robin groans. "you're so in for the best sex ever once i get back, you hear me?"

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x yn #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x reader smut #robin buckley smut #neighbor!robin x reader #neighbor!robin buckley #older!neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin buckley #older!robin buckley #robinsno1lesbian drabbles #stranger things

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kinglets · 24 days

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my art then vs now

I can't believe it's already 10 years since I started learning art because I was motivated by soriku. The left picture is from June 2014, and the one on the right I scribbled just last night. Seeing the difference is pretty wild because when I first started I never thought it could change so much.

I can't forget how hard it was at first, because nothing turned out the way I wanted it to and I gave my files some incredibly deprecating names. I was really kind of flying blind without any technique because I never had formal lessons lmao. I'm incredibly thankful to my friend Kett, who encouraged me a lot in my early years, otherwise I don't know if I could have stuck with it.

It's interesting to look through my art tag and see it stretch so far back. It took about 2 years of practice before I started to see noticeable improvement, and another year before it looked good enough that people wanted to reblog it. Whenever I got into new fandoms from time to time-- getting to see new styles and paying attention to what I liked about each-- also helped me improve some too. That being said, I think I could also have done more to study from real life or guides properly. Setting time aside to draw is tough because I was usually a full-time student or working a full-time job. When my time is limited, I just want to skip to drawing the things that give me serotonin, y'know?

This art journey changed my life for the better because it gave me the ability to contribute to what I love. I went from being a lurker to a participant and got to bond with other soriku fans, some of which who became very dear friends to me.

If you ever want to draw for your OTP but don't know how to, or feel embarrassed to, I wanna say just try it! It's a bit of a long term investment because the payoff might not come for years, but it's been rewarding for me and I only wish I started sooner.

#things i draw

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ch0lwrld · 6 months

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10:04 PM (pt.2)

warnings: suggestive? they don't really do anything, mentions spoiler for jujutsu kaizen (sorry) a/n: here is the continuationnnn of pt1 hope you like it I worked really hard on it LMAO I put more effort into writing these fics instead of my assignments guys. lmk what you think! ✍️ proofread by me and @watariisbestboy

You had just picked up Soobin, already returning to your apartment. It was a movie night, and you knew how busy he was, but he insisted on spending time with you before leaving for his tour, even with the preparations already in full force. He was still making time for you, nonetheless.

As you reach a red light, Soobin urges you to look at a picture he took earlier. He wants you to compliment him on their new concept, but you don't dare fall for his tricks.

"Wow," you say in mock awe.

"You didn't even look, ugh, here!" he practically forces the phone into your face. The brightness blinds you briefly before you look at the photo. Damn, he looked good. The photo in front of you entirely took you away. Now you know how MOA feels. And he took your silence as an agreement.

"I know I'm so sexy in this, right?"

"No, I was looking at Beomgyu. He's been looking a little too good recently, and the long hair suits him." You genuinely complimented the guy.

"Ew, please, I look better. Next thing you know, I'll be in a mullet for the next shoot. Ah, look at this one!" Soobin attempts to show you the next photo, but the light has already turned green.

"Whatever, I know what you'll say anyways," and he continues to smile at himself, tapping away at his screen.

"Okay, mister, and speaking of your bandmates, when am I meeting them?" you had been meaning to meet the four of them. Soobin always talks about them, and it warms your heart to know he has such kind people to surround him in such a stressful field. Recently, Hueningkai had texted you, but you didn't believe it was him. It would make sense since you know Soobin, but you were still cautious. You had forced him to prove himself, and when he sent a sneaky pic of him and Soobin sleeping in the background, you just had to believe him. Kai told you that Soobin mentioned your guys' similar plushie collections, and your friendship grew from there.

"I know you just want to because of Beomgyu, but no, you can't. You're mine."

Oh, does he know what that does to your heart?

"…Maybe, BUT I really wanna meet Kai. Kai has been showing me the recent penguin plushie he bought, and I wanna meet a fellow squishmallow connoisseur."

"You feed his addictions; it's not good. And I don't even know how he got your number!" He suspects that Kai took his phone to steal it from him after mentioning you once to the guys. He regrets ever bringing you up because now you and the guys want to meet one another, and he can't have that happen as much as he appreciates the people he loves the most actually liking each other; he likes the dates the two of you have... just you two.

"Whatever! I'll meet them one day. It's bound to happen~."

"Maybe one day.." As his sentence begins to trail off, the expression on his face changes to a familiar one that tells you he's thinking.

"But you and I both know you would never be able to say a word to Beomgyu. Also... why is he your bias? Hello, I'm right here!" He's been pestering you about that ever since his debut.

He doesn't understand why you would not like him the most. He's your best friend, why Beomgyu?!

"That might be true, but don't call me out. Let me live."

"Yeah, in your delusions? It's unhealthy to be stuck there, but I can help you get out."

You had already reached your apartment's parking garage, settling into your designated parking spot and turning your car off.

"Yeah? And how's that?" you turn to look at him to see what he means.

He places his arm behind your car's headrest and points at himself with his other hand.

"Me." and he has that damned grin on his face. You push him lightly with the palm of your hand, but enough to see that he has hit the back of his seat. Your giggles are all that's left before you begin packing your things.

"Sure," you say as you gather your phone and keys from their holders—the car doors closing, resonating throughout the garage walls, and the familiar smell of gasoline and others you can't name became more prominent.

"Oh, come on, you know you love me," and he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction.

"I only use you for body heat, if anything." you look at him deadpan.

"Oh, so I'm being used." he feigns hurt, hand against his chest as you walk towards the elevators.

"Yup!" You comment gleefully.

——-/-——-/-——

The time you take to reach your apartment feels like little to nothing despite you taking residence on the 20th floor. Quick banter and giggles fill the halls. You fear one of your neighbors will hear and complain.

Once inside, he removes his shoes and slips into the slippers you bought for him with enlarged eyes and vibrant blue peeking out from under his sweats. He smiles to himself, reminded of his fond memory of you surprising him with the pair. He recognized them the instant you had flaunted them in your hands, already wearing the matching pair in a light green. You had shown him a video of the slippers once, insistent that you needed them because they could tongue kiss and hold hands.

Making himself comfortable on your couch, he grabs the remote as it's his turn to pick the movie for tonight. He had nothing in mind but wandered to those Studio Ghibli films you love. He could understand why you liked them so much, having watched all of them with you on a movie marathon. He was happy to see you indulge yourself in the numerous scenes played on screen and be there for you when it got emotional. You were the type to cry during movies, and he cherishes the fact his shoulder is the one you chose to cry on. You set the snacks you prepared beforehand on the coffee table in front of him before heading to your room to get ready.

When you return, he's on his phone but quickly looks up to see you in one of the hoodies he thought he lost. But unfortunately, he's not too mad seeing you being its captor. If anything, butterflies fill his stomach, and he distracts himself by scooting to make space for you beside him.

Your small figure in his hoodie does things to his heart, and he knows he's got to do something about these feelings he has for you. But it's probably too late, seeing how affected he is, and you aren't even cuddling yet.

You take your place on the couch, snuggling into his side and placing the blanket over the both of you. The warmth that floods you is comforting against the cool air. You look at the screen ahead, and your eyes widen slightly as you recognize the familiar title.

"Ponyo? I thought you wanted to watch that one anime you like." You were curious why he had picked the movie since it was one that you watched when you were feeling down or just needed something to listen to while you slept. You forget the unfortunate end of a particular character he loves, as you mention in the anime series. The mood then dampens, and his expression becomes downturned.

"Ahh, sorry, I forgot he died. RIP Gojo"

"Too soon…" he says. "It's bad enough. I had to be reminded of it live the other day." You remember seeing this moment live (what can you say? You're a fan!) and could only watch and adore the cute expressions on his and Kai's face.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, chuckling at his expression. You poke the sides of his cheeks, feeling pity about his loss. "Let's just watch the movie then."

——-/-——-/-——

As the movie begins to play, a scene comes up where Ponyo heads straight for Sosuke. She passes the mom, who holds her arms open for the little girl, only to see her run and hug her son just behind her. It's an adorable scene, and you can feel the pure childlike happiness flowing from it. It's reasons like these that have always drawn you to these films.

Suddenly, Soobin nudges your shoulder to get your attention.

"That's us," eyes never straying from the scene before him.

"Yeah, and you're the mom, right?"

"Shut up.. hey we should dress up for Halloween together."

"Yeah? You as Sosuke and me as Ponyo?" You suggest.

"Yeah! I'm sure I have a plain yellow shirt somewhere.." He ponders the thought that, if anything, he can always scavenge through the other guys' clothes.

"You fit the part, but.. I don't know how I would look as a ginger. Never thought of myself in red." Honestly, you thought red was good as a clothing choice, and you had never dyed your hair besides when you thought going blonde was a good idea. But, ever since, you stuck to staying natural.

"Well, we can buy a wig and test it out, so you don't have to commit. No matter what, I think you'll look cute."

"Maybe… oh, but my friends are gonna be on my ass about this." The realization dawns on you. How could you forget? Their nagging comments still ring in your ears (out of love <3).

"Why?" he questions, cocking his head to the side.

"Couples costumes? They already think we're in cahoots." You say as you quote the last word with your hands.

"Of course, I always tell them you don't think of me as anything more than a friend." you let out a nervous laugh and take a bite of the treats before you to distract yourself after revealing such information. You think about all the times Soobin has come over, and your roommate mischievously wiggled her eyebrows at you.

They'd get a kick out of this one…

“…”

But when Soobin doesn't say anything, it worries you a bit. Did you say something wrong?

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No, I just.. it.. Nevermind."

"You sure? You know you can always tell me. I won't judge." You can tell he's hesitating, but you don't want to pressure him. You're already ready to take back your statement, but he begins to speak up again.

"I... I know you won't. It's just, what if I see you like that... more than a friend, I mean."

You pause. What?

There's no way that Choi Soobin would like you, of all people? I mean.. he's surrounded by beautiful idols every day at work... What could he ever see in you romantically? You're way out of his league, and the thought has your mind doing laps. You don't know what to say, and he takes your silence as a rejection.

"Sorry, I knew it was stupid. I didn't want to make it awkward; I just thought that tonight would be the night I would finally be able to tell you how I felt."

You continue to stare at him as he fiddles with his fingers. His eyes are darted to the side, away from your knowing gaze. But he continues to spill his heart out for you to hear.

"Maybe it was just me or the way the guys would tell me you might feel the same that's making me say this… Sorry, I shouldn't have told you. I was worried I would ruin what we had, and I couldn't lose you, but.. Ugh, I've already done it."

His shoulders shake as he closes in on himself, regretting his decisions. You immediately take his hands in yours, making him look back at you from the sudden contact.

"You don't have to say anymore, Binnie." as you place one of your hands on his cheek, his eyes watery, you hate that you're making him feel this way.

You couldn't bear watching as he beat himself up over this. You couldn't after knowing that the possibility he liked you back was real.

"And what if I told you I liked you too?" you whisper, already so afraid as you watch his eyes widen. You couldn't continue to deny your feelings and refuse him because you felt like you weren't fit to be by his side. You wanted to take this moment to finally tell him that all those dates were starting to feel way more than just two friends hanging out. His smiles are the highlight of your day, and his laughter and the sight of his dimples as he grins, are something you wish to see any second you can, especially if you were the one who caused it. That the mere touch of his hand against your own sends your heart soaring out of your chest? That-

And before you know it, everything has been said. Words slip from your lips faster than you could think, and your distance decreases. Teary eyes stare into teary eyes in the dim light of your living room.

"Can I.. kiss you?"

All you can manage is a meek nod in his direction before your eyes shut. The feeling of his lips against your own was so soft and everything you could've imagined and more.. you could feel your heart leaping out of your chest, and you worry he can hear it. Your hand on his is starting to tremble, but he only grasps them, rubbing circles to soothe your nerves.

You meld together so well; finally, having him like this does wonders for your heart. When you finally separate, your hands and legs feel like jelly, and you can only see the soft smile creeping up on his face. A reddish hue can be seen along his cheeks, and you can only imagine the damage it's done to your own.

The movie is long forgotten, and the sound of your heart beating against your eardrums is all you can hear. Even in the quiet of the room, he whispers.

"I like you, y/n—a lot. And I hope that... if you will. Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" And you don't dare hesitate to answer.

"Yes! Over and over again, yes!" you say in a giggling fit. You're now straddling his lap and entangling your limbs in his clumsily. You never thought reciprocating feelings with your best friend would feel like this, but you never want it to end.

"Does this mean I can finally do this?" you ask.

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head adorably as you attack his face with pecks and kisses. Hearing his yelps of "help!" followed by giggles. Oh, the things you would do to listen to his laughter on replay.

"Oh my god, get a room." a voice states their presence.

You jump from your spot on his lap as you both look up at the voice. Your friend had just left her room to refill her glass of water, judging by the empty cup in her hand, to walk in on you, peppering Soobin's face. Sure, she had wanted this to happen for a while, realizing your shared feelings long before you knew. Still, it doesn't make this scene less awkward. A feeling of shame fell upon the two of you, more so Soobin, as he didn't mean to get caught in such an intimate position by your roommate. You look back at him, see his guilty expression, and grab his hand to pull him into a standing position.

"Maybe we should take this to my room instead," you chuckle.

You lead him to your bedroom, just a few steps away. He follows behind you, enveloping you in a back-hug, head on your shoulder as you struggle to shuffle your way into the room.

"I love you." He mumbles near your ear.

"Moving so fast? We just confessed."

"It's not like I haven't said it before! And plus..."

You know that it's because its meaning has changed now that you reply back, "I love you too."

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beyonddmythoughtssworld · 6 months

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hi babe!! i do NOT mean to badger but I’m addicted to ur writing🙈 was wondering if you’d please do CEO/hubby!Rafe where reader’s been waiting for him to come home all day and won’t stop sending him slutty shit (texts/pics) while he’s @ work (little does she know he’s doing a presentation so it broadcasts for his whole meeting to see) and he’s punishes her when he gets home (but like he lowkey gets the biggest ego boost from it cause it’s his needy girl ofc)?? w lots of dirty talk, spanking, overstim, dacryphilia, etc. thank you again SOOOSOSO much if you decide to write 😚<3!

my eyes only | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: After your attempts to seduce Rafe while he’s at work end in his coworkers seeing what’s only meant for him, Rafe comes home on a mission to prove who you belong to.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ content, smutty smut smut, ceo!rafe, slight! dacryphilia, dirty talk, punishment, spanking, overstimulation, dom!rafe, sub!reader, teasing, exposed nudes (in a way?)

A/N: Never a badger I’m so happy you love my writing ❤️😭 Sorry for taking forever to get to it but I hope you like it! All of your requests are 🥵 and I have way too much fun writing them LMAO

Rafe smiles as he watches the picture of you two on your wedding day come across his phone, picking it up so he can answer your phone call. You'd been texting him on and off all morning, Rafe feeling a sense of pride that you can't seem to get enough of him even when he's away.

"Hey, baby girl," He greets, dropping his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. He knew what he was getting himself into by answering your call, but he needed to hear the aftermath of what he did this morning. It fed his ego in a way that he can’t even put into words.

"Hey, handsome," Your sultry voice echoes through the other side of the phone, Rafe catching onto the soft desire laced in your tone despite you trying to feign innocence. "What're you doing?"

"Getting the last finishing touches done on this presentation. Meeting's in a few minutes,” Rafe tells you. You hum, a curious lift to your tone, "I thought you had the meeting this morning?"

"We were supposed to but half the office was stuck in traffic after that bad accident so we just pushed it back to after lunch," Rafe explained, lazily going through the graphics of his presentation. He’s already made sure it was up to par before you called.

"Mmm," You mumble, Rafe hearing the smirk that is no doubt on your face as you ask, "But you have a few extra minutes?"

"Yeah, sweet girl," He smiles. "What're you doing?"

"Touching myself."

Rafe almost chokes on his own spit at your words, regaining confidence as he scoffs at you in disbelief. He hears rustling on the other side of the bed, a small whimper leaving you making Rafe’s jaw clench that he’s not there to see what you’re doing.

"You better be joking. You know the rules," Rafe reminds you, knowing you don’t really need it. You know he likes to be there if you’re gonna do anything remotely close to touching yourself, mostly because he can stop you midway and do it himself. The thought of you being alone in your bed pleasing yourself while Rafe is at work is enough to make him want to drive home now.

But this God forsaken meeting is what’s stopping him.

"Why do you think I called?" You teased, becoming more breathless. "I can't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning."

"Yeah?" Rafe smirks, memories of his head between your thighs this morning flashing in his head. "What about it?"

"You ate me out so good,” You respond, giggling and letting out a small moan. "I miss your tongue."

"That's all you miss?" Rafe rasps, stopping himself from reaching down and palming the growing bulge in his pants. You would call not even five minutes before his meeting just to drive him crazy. It’s what you did best; something he both loved and hated.

"No," You whimper, "I miss you. I want you to come home so I can show you exactly what I'm missing."

"Fuck, baby-" Rafe’s jaw cocks, about to speak the filthiest things into your ear to get you off until he can get home. A knock on the door to his office is what stops him, his assistant leaning in the room with a soft smile.

"Mr. Cameron?" She greets, "They're ready for you in the conference room."

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing you heard what was said by your huff on the phone. He nods at his assistant to send her away, the spell you had on him being broken now that he has to stand in front of a bunch of middle aged coworkers and pretend he didn’t have the hottest fucking wife.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," He tells you, sitting up to close his computer and unplug it. "I'll come home as soon as I can. Behave until then."

"Okay, Mr. Cameron," You drawl, tone filled with lust as you hang up before he can respond. He scoffs in disbelief again, looking down at the phone.

"You are gonna be the fucking death of me."

He grabs his Macbook, standing up and checking to make sure his hard on went down. After a quick run through of football and all of his favorite players, he was able to get rid of the bulge in his pants, trying to keep you as far from his mind as possible so he can focus on this meeting right now so he can fuck the shit out of you later.

•••

"This demonstration is just to show that if we move things around in the budget, we'd have more-" Rafe is interrupted from his breakdown of the graph by another message popping up on the corner of the display screen.

The Wife: Come home and fuck me already.

Rafe clears his throat, relieved when the message disappears relatively quickly. He knew his coworkers read what you said, but they made no motions to act like they did. Still, Rafe had to keep it professional.

"Sorry about that," Rafe apologized, shaking his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts about you as he continued. "As I was saying, most of the money in this company is being wasted on-"

The Wife: I'm so wet right now

The Wife: Wanna see?

Rafe's mouth slams shut, mind going blank for a moment before it clicked what would be coming next. You were growing more needy in your messages, and as much as Rafe loves when you were needy, this was a slippery slope he was going down by trying to ignore your messages.

"Give me a moment."

Rafe walks over to the table, moving his finger across the keyboard to wake the Mac up. He looked around for the messaging app, opening it in order to mute the conversation with you. Unfortunately, when he opened the message app the thread of your messages was already opened, leaving what you sent him to be displayed in front of everyone.

The text messages were nothing; Rafe could deal with his coworkers teasing him about messages from his wife. What he couldn't deal with was his colleagues seeing a picture of you laid on the bed, hand grabbing your boob as you bite your lip. He couldn't deal with another picture showing up of you, back arched with your perfect ass perched up in the air.

And what he damn sure couldn't deal with was watching his coworkers' cheeks flush as they gawked at the photos, some of them adjusting in their chairs. He slams the laptop closed, unhooking it from the monitor completely. He hears his phone ding in his pocket, and he knows it's another message from you.

Grabbing his laptop, he kept his face void of emotion, but his eyes held an anger that made his colleagues cower. He gave a look that could kill all of the men around the table, leaving no room for argument in his tone, "We'll finish this meeting tomorrow morning."

He doesn't wait for responses, walking out of the meeting room and to his office. He throws the laptop on the leather couch that's in there, running his hands over his face as he sits at his desk. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone to open your message.

There you lay, hair spread out over the pillow with an arm stretched out to hold the phone above you. You were in his favorite lingerie, the red lace perfect against your skin, and your other hand is pushed into your panties. His mouth loses all moisture as two things click in his mind.

The first was that you looked fucking beautiful, and he couldn't wait to get home.

The second thing was that if he would've waited a second later, they would've seen a sight that only he is allowed to see — you touching your perfect little pussy.

Anger coursed through him at the thought of his coworkers seeing that picture. It coursed through him at the thought that they saw the other pictures. They saw what a desperate little slut you could be, and he knew they would be imagining you being a desperate little slut for them.

The Husband: You better be naked and in position when I get home.

•••

You hear the front door open, making you gasp as you rush onto the bed. You get on your knees at the front of the bed, leaning back on your calves as you face the door, fingers playing with each other behind your back.

Your breathing picked up in anticipation what was to come, and you had to take deep breaths to steady your heart rate. When Rafe woke you up this morning with his head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, you knew the day would only end the same way.

He'd been such a cocky man, smirking at you while you begged him to skip work and stay with you, so you wanted to return the favor by making him so hard while he's at work that he can't even think straight. You weren't surprised when he texted you telling you to get into position by the time he got home, if anything you expected it.

You knew you were pushing his limit with the picture of you touching yourself — Rafe wasn't forgiving to you breaking his rules. But you knew the picture did its job when not only five minutes later he was texting you that he was on the way home.

The bedroom door opens, and you look up to see Rafe standing at the doorway with an unreadable expression. His jaw clenched as he walks in the room, undoing his tie and loosening his collar as he moves to stand directly in front of you.

You gaze up at him with a feigned innocent look, Rafe cocking his head in response with a lifted eyebrow. He brings a hand up, lightly moving your hair from your face and tracing your jaw with his fingers. He moves until his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down. You get the hint, opening your mouth while he slides the digit in.

He’s still not saying a word, something you weren’t expecting. He just continues to look at you with a blank expression as he presses his thumb down onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around it as you suck lightly. He bites his lip, letting out a low chuckle.

“Quite a show you put on for me today,” He started, rubbing your cheek with the back of his other hand. You smile lightly as you continue to lick at his digit, a rush of arousal going through you at his tone. All of a sudden, the hand that was softly stroking your cheek comes down to wrap around your throat tightly, “Me and all of my coworkers.”

You stop your movements, eyes knitting together as a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Rafe unwraps his hand from your neck to bring it to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it hard, making your head tilt back as a broken gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are hard as he leers down at you, “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

He brings his thumb out of your mouth, tracing your lips as you swallow before responding, “No, sir.”

He hums, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle finger as he pushes them into your mouth, shoving them until they hit the back of your throat. You gag, making Rafe slap your face before pushing his fingers back in your mouth.

“Relax,” He ordered, and you relaxed your throat as your jaw went slack. “How are you gonna take my cock down your throat if you can barely handle my fingers?”

You whimper as Rafe’s lips press into a hard line, forcing his fingers in and out of your mouth. He curses, eyes dark as he removes his hands from you, undoing his pants. He motions for you to get up, "Get on your knees on the floor."

You're quick to do so, getting up as Rafe takes your place at the edge of the bed. You get on your knees in front of him, watching as he pulls his cock out. He surprises you when he doesn't immediately grab your head, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks at you with an expectant look, "Go on."

You wrap your hand around his cock, about to put him in your mouth when he uses his pointer finger to your chin, pushing your head up as he looks down at you.

"If you do a good enough job, I might not hurt you as much."

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat, thighs clenching as you nod your head before quickly correcting yourself, "Yes, sir."

He gives you a nod, wordlessly telling you to continue. You don't waste any time, taking him in your mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His legs tense as you push your head down, looking up at him the way he likes once he's deep in your throat. He groans, hands flexing on the bed as he stops himself from grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You know this is the beginning of his punishment; not touching or directing you. He knows how much you love it when he grabs your hair and just starts using your mouth, but he wants to make you earn it. He wants you to prove that you can do it on your own, and you know he's itching for a reason to give you the full wrath of him.

You take him as far as you can, Rafe telling you to go deeper. You try, but pull off once you start to gag, rubbing his cock with the spit from your mouth. You take him in your mouth again, Rafe surprising you and bucking his hips up. You pull off, and Rafe growls as he glares down at you.

"Keep pulling off. I dare you," He warns, and your eyes widen in response. You swallow, hyping yourself up and taking him in your mouth again. Taking him deep in your throat, you compose yourself when he bucks his hips again, mouth not leaving his cock as you bob your head up and down.

The blowjob is sloppy, Rafe pushing himself into your mouth while keeping his hands next to him. You move faster up and down, pushing your head all the way down until your nose brushes his light pubic hair. You're about to pull up when Rafe brings a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs as he holds your head down, Rafe bucking his cock into your mouth roughly. Tears start to form in your eyes at his movement, pushing through it as you take him deep in your throat. Rafe groans loudly, using his grip on your hair to rip you off of him, you falling back onto the floor.

"Come here," He orders, you get up and walk until you stand between his legs, You start to rub the tears from your eyes, Rafe stopping your hands and holding your face in his hands, eyes scanning over you. "So pretty when you cry from my cock, right baby?"

You nod, Rafe glaring at you at your lack of verbal response. You go to correct yourself, but Rafe slaps you as he sits back on the bed, "Get across my lap."

You hesitate, knowing what would happen if you did. You've come to be able to read your husband and his moods, especially in the bedroom, and right now he was in the mood to turn your ass black and blue. The comment about his coworkers runs through your mind, and you slowly lay yourself across his lap.

He’s quiet at first as he runs his hands over the soft cheeks of your ass, gripping the flesh before rubbing again. You knew he was trying to ease you into the punishment, not wanting to immediately start spanking you, which told you that you did a pretty good job with the blowjob.

“You did a good job baby,” He echoes your thoughts, voice calm. But you know this is the calm before the storm. “So instead of what I was going to do, we’re only going to do twenty spanks, okay?”

Your breath hitches. Twenty? Instead of what he was going to do? Your heart beats faster as the anticipation of what’s to come sinks in, and you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for the punishment when Rafe grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he glares down at you.

“When I ask a question, you fucking answer me. Trust me, you don’t want to push me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” You instantly replied, eyes begging. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” He whispers, hand loosening its grip on your hair as you rest it back onto the bed. He brings a hand to your back, resting it there as he uses his other hand to continue massaging your ass. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

Your answer is cut off by Rafe raising his hand, bringing it back down harshly on your ass. The sound of the spank echoes in the room, and you let out a low squeak in surprise. You whimper, “B-because I teased you while you were at work.”

Rafe hums, the sound condescending as he lands another hard smack on the cheek of your ass. He makes a tsks sound as he mumbles, “Not just me.”

“My coworkers saw what a needy little slut you are,” He continued, hand still lifted from your ass as you waited for the next blow. “Do you think that was fun for me? Watching other men see you the way only I’m allowed to.”

He brings his hand down, this slap harder than the last ones as it radiates the same anger in his tone. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How-”

He cuts you off with another brutal slap to your ass. The comforting hand on your back is removed as he grabs you by your hair again. Your neck strains at the angle he forces you so you can meet his glare, his eyes dark. “I’m talking. You only talk when I ask you something, is that clear?”

Your mind grows foggy from his movements, your ass already on fire as you think to yourself you have about fifteen more of these. He doesn't take your lack of response lightly, bringing his hand down on your ass again. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Yes sir! Yes,” You breathe out, Rafe roughly letting your head go again as he brings his hand back to run against your skin. You relish in the comfort, Rafe pausing the harsh spanks to massage the flesh of your ass. The touch is hot, the light stings as he rubs making you whimper into the bed as tears form in your eyes.

“Such a shame,” Your husband mumbles. “I was ready to come home and make love to my beautiful wife after leaving her high and dry this morning.”

The softness of his tone is not reflected in the harsh slap he lands on your ass again, voice growing hard and cold, “Was gonna make it up to you.”

The anger continues as he immediately spanks you again impossibly harder than the last time, and you let out a small noise. “Now, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise as he continues the assault on your ass, knowing if you did he would add even more to the punishment. You know when to push him, and as much as you wanted to act like a spoiled brat right now he had the upper hand.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my composure when those pricks were looking at you like you were some plaything,” He spits, spanking you again. “Like you were their plaything.”

His own words anger him, the thought of his coworkers thinking of you as anything other than his driving him crazy. “Is that what you wanted? You wanted other men to see you like that?”

“No,” You whine, Rafe making a noise in protest. He knows that wasn't your intention, but he needs to hear it. “I promise. It was only for you.”

“That’s right. Just for me,” He praises, hand coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head again. You gaze up at him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, eyes flashing as he notices the tears streaming down your face. “Because you’re my little plaything, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir. I’m only yours.”

He breathes harshly, spanking you again as he keeps your head tilted up at him. He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh impact, and you feel him start to harden under you. "I'm gonna spank you harder now. I'm not stopping. If you're smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

He lets your head fall as he brings his hand to rest on your back again, fingers tracing you to offer some sort of comfort for what's about to come. You bury your face on the comforter, mouth biting down on the fabric as you will yourself to not make any noise as he starts to land harsh smacks on your ass.

You cursed at yourself for thinking he was being rough before. Now that he's not stopping, he's focusing fully on landing brutal hits on your ass. Rafe's hand on your back stops being used as a comfort tool as he presses it down harder to keep you still as you begin to squirm.

He shushes you as he slows down, the last few spanks on your ass being even more cruel and merciless. There are dried tears on your face as you whimper into the sheets, Rafe massaging your ass as he stops the punishment.

“Come here, baby,” He softly whispered, helping you up and sitting you on his lap in a straddling position. The heat of your ass grazes his pants, the friction causing discomfort as you try to raise up only for Rafe to grab your hips, pushing you on his lap. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, bringing his hands back to your cheeks and rubbing the dried tears.

“You did a good job, baby,” He whispers, and you whimper at the praise. Your mind is in a haze as you lean your forehead against his, eyes closing as you take the time to breathe. “But I’m not done.”

At his words, your eyes come open again as you meet his unreadable expression. His eyes are more gentle than before, but you can still see the anger swimming as you pout up at him, about to plead your case. He shushes you as he runs his hands over your hair, kissing you softly.

“It’s okay. I just have to show you that you can’t do that again. I almost killed everyone in that room, and I would have if they saw you touching what's mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, pecking his lips continuously as the guilt sinks in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

Rafe is quick to comfort you, hands rubbing up and down your back now as he lets you move your kisses down to his neck, “I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”

He motions for you to pull back, and you do so as you give him an innocent look. There's a ghost of a smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, coming around to kiss the other as he uses his hands to unwrap your arms from around his neck. He kisses your wrists, facial expression growing hard again as he looks at you, "Take my tie off."

Your hands are shaking slightly as you begin to take his tie off, Rafe’s eyes not leaving your face. Your face flushes when your eyes meet his as you motion for him to lean his head down so you can take it off, and you can’t believe he’s still able to make you as nervous as he does.

You hand him the tie, not having to be asked before you display your wrists out to him. He hums in approval, lacing the tie around your wrists as he knots the fabric together. He gives a final tug to make sure it’s secure, and you pull at your wrists despite knowing you weren’t gonna be able to break yourself loose from these.

“Now go lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and wait for me.”

He helps you off of his lap, walking you over to the bed as he gives you a slight push. You fall back, maneuvering up the bed until your head rests against the pillows. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, hands coming to yank you down the bed.

You gasp as your head rips off the pillow, Rafe pushing your leg open as you spread your legs to make room for him. He leans over you, grabbing the pillow and helping you lift your head back onto it. After making sure you’re comfortable, he takes your tied wrists and brings them up to rest against the bed, telling you to hold them there.

You smile, knowing he did it so you wouldn’t have to keep your arms elevated as it became hard to keep your arms up after a few minutes. It would’ve been easier to just tie your wrists to the bed, but you know that’s exactly why Rafe didn’t. He wants you to work to keep your hands where he puts them, not because you have to but because you were afraid not to.

He hovers over you, mumbling incoherently to himself as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss quickly, tongue massaging against your own as you moan into his mouth. Your brain is still off in space at the punishment, but his kisses help ground you as you wrap your legs around him.

He immediately pulls back, leaving kisses on your neck before sitting up. He uses his hands to remove your legs from around his hips, shaking his head at you. He says nothing as he climbs back off of the bed, only turning to kiss you on the forehead.

You call his name out as he begins to retreat out of the room, but he doesn’t answer. He only looks back once he’s at the door, eyes scanning your shuddering body.

“Don’t move. You won’t like what I do.”

•••

You don’t know how long Rafe left you there.

You’d lost count after about ten minutes, the frustration seeping into you the more time passed. This was yet another way for him to torture you; by leaving you high and dry with no clue on whether or not you’ll have any release. He could leave you here all night if he wanted to — it wouldn’t be the first time.

That thought alone makes you want to cry, the neediness you’re feeling for your husband clouding your mind and making you clench your thighs together constantly to offer some sort of relief. But you knew better than to move. With your luck, the moment you did would be the moment he decides to come back in, and you weren’t ready to open that Pandora's box.

After what feels like an hour, you hear the bedroom door open. Your eyes flutter open, still dazed from the intensity of the punishment and the whiplash of him just leaving you here afterwards. You squirm as you watch Rafe walk into the room, making you grunt at the uncomfortableness of your shoulders.

Rafe grins darkly at you as he rounds the bed, fingers trailing the sheets as he walks up to where you’re laying down. He leans over, cupping your jaw and bringing you into a heated kiss. His other hand comes down to pull at your nipple, and you gasp into his mouth. He hums in response, trailing his hand from your chest to between your legs.

Running a finger through your slit, he groans against your lips as he pulls back to watch his fingers rub against your pussy. He doesn’t even seem to be talking to you as he mumbles, “So fucking wet. Dripping on the sheets.”

He turns his head to look at you, jaw going slack at the all too familiar look in your eyes. The look you get when you’re willing and ready to take any and everything he’ll give you. The look you get when you’re wrapped completely around his finger, begging for even a slither of his touch. “You ready for it?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” You whimper, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression as you spread your legs more. He tilts his head at you, frustrating you. You huff as you buck up into his hand, “Stop being mean.”

An eyebrow lifts as he pulls his hand from you, leaning over you again as he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers pressing down to hold you in a firm grip. He forces you to look at him as he mutters, “You think this is me being mean? You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

His condescending tone and being left causes small tears to leave your eyes, desperate for him to just offer any sort of relief. Rafe tuts, head tilting as he looks at you with a mocking expression.

“Don’t cry now,” He muses, wiping away your tears. “I haven’t even given you a reason yet.”

He runs his hand down to your throat, gripping it quickly before letting go and running down the rest of your body. He reaches your mound, pushing a finger through your folds that made you shudder. He hums, slapping your thigh.

“Spread your legs more. You move your hands even an inch and I’ll leave you here for the rest of the fucking night.”

You’re quick to obey, spreading your legs to opposite sides of the bed to give him room. He settles in between your legs, hands coming to grab at the bottom of your thighs, pushing at them and holding them up. He doesn’t take his eyes from your center, leaning down and kissing your clit softly.

You cry out, Rafe giving quick pecks to your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” He mumbles, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “If anyone besides me saw how perfect this pussy is..”

He growls at the thought, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue. You moan out, having to stop your arms from moving and your hands from reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Rafe’s similar to a starved man, hands holding your legs apart and not allowing you to close in on his head.

He held all of the control. You couldn’t run from him, you couldn’t direct anything. Not like you needed to. His tongue lapped at you, the only sounds in the room being the sound of that and him groaning into your folds. You get closer with every slick swipe of his tongue, and you buck your hips up at him.

“Hold it.”

The vibrations of his words run right through you, and your head throws back in desperation. Rafe lets go of one of your legs, bringing that hand to your center. Tracing a finger around your begging entrance, he dipped the digit in as you cried out in pleasure.

“Rafe,” You breathe, hands squeezing together as he slips another finger in, moving them slowly inside of you now as he flicks his tongue on your clit. The build up was too much — he was too much — and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t. You need to-”

He bites your clit lightly, and you let out a small squeal as you look down at him to see him glaring at you with a warning expression, “No, you just need to fucking listen.”

He doesn’t give you any more time to think, dropping his head back between your thighs and picking up where he left off. If anything, his tongue starts to move faster, and you find it extremely hard to hold back. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to will yourself to not let go, but when he curls his fingers inside of you all you see is stars.

The orgasm rips through you, a loud moan leaving your lips. The only sign that Rafe is upset is the growl that leaves him, but he takes his fingers out of you so he can hold the back of your calves, bringing your legs onto his shoulders. He rides your orgasm out on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as your moans turn more breathless.

He lets go of your legs, them both settling over the bed as he pulls up so he’s sitting on his knees. As the shockwaves pass through you, you remember that you didn’t listen. Already being punished once before tonight and not wanting another one, you couldn’t make eye contact with Rafe as you brought your hands to your face.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, Rafe leaning over you.

“Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” He taps your wrists. “Look at me.”

You take a breath, listening as you bring your eyes to him. He looks disappointed, but also concerned. He’s very observant in the bedroom, always watching to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. You’ve never had to use your safe word, and Rafe would like to keep it that way.

“You okay?” He gruffly asks, and you nod as he leans down to kiss you. “Good.”

You kiss him again, “I didn’t mean to.. it just felt really good.”

“I know, it’s okay,” He gives you another kiss, hands coming to rest next to your head. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, I want to keep going,” You clearly stated, another question popping in your mind as you open your mouth to ask before deciding against it. You’re already surprised he’s not punishing you for coming without permission, but you would be pushing your luck with that one.

“What is it?” Rafe notices the look on your face, and you give him a sheepish smile.

“Can I touch you?”

Rafe laughs, a glint in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you as a way to tell you how cute that question was.

“Not yet, baby,” He grins, kissing your neck. He pulls back, flipping you over and settling behind you. “But you don’t have to ask to come. You can come whenever you want.”

You grow excited at that, thinking that Rafe must’ve just decided to throw out the punishments all together. You arch your back, flipping your hair as you look back at him. He’s stroking his cock, tapping it against your clit when you bring your hand to your center.

“Jesus Christ.”

Rafe pulls back so he can have a view of your fingers rubbing in between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them off. You keep eye contact with the blonde as you do so, his eyes darkening. He takes a hold of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as he fills you with one thrust.

Eyes fluttering closed, you relaxed into the sheets as Rafe drove himself deeper into you.

•••

“Come on,” Rafe grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. You have no choice but to take it, his hands pressing your thighs to the bed to keep you spread open for him after too many times of you trying to close your legs. Orgasm after orgasm has ripped through you like tidal waves, and you were losing your mind,

Your body shudders as he circles his thumb around your clit, crying out as your release gushes around him. Rafe pulls his cock out, rubbing the top of it against your center as you continue to squirt around him. “Atta girl.”

He leans over you, kissing away the dry tears on your cheeks as his dick jumps at the sight of you. You’re still in a daze as he wraps your legs around him, walking over to the wall, and pressing you against it. He moves the strands of your hair from your face, “So fucking pretty.”

“Rafe..” You whimper, not being able to complete the sentiment as he uses his other hand to push his cock back into you. A broken gasp leaves you as he slowly drives his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll. “I can’t...”

“Can’t what?” He teases, pressing his face into your neck as he groans. He has yet to come, more focused on overstimulating you but you know he’s growing close. You roll your hips lazily, exhausted but wanting to see Rafe once he reaches the peak of pleasure. It’s your favorite sight — how vulnerable he looks when he’s coming deep inside of you.

“Want you to come.”

“Hold onto me,” He grunts into your neck, and you listen as you wrap your arms tightly around him. You wanted him to be impossibly closer, Rafe sharing that sentiment as he speeds up his movements. The squelching of your pussy mixed with the sounds of him pounding into you, your husband’s hips stuttering as he starts to come.

“You’re so good,” He brings his lips to yours, mumbling against them between whimpers. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good.”

“Shit,” You curse as keeps pushing his clock into you, and you know he’s not stopping until you come again. His words push you, but the ache in your center makes you whine, “I’m too sensitive.”

“I thought you wanted to come,” He mocks, bringing his hand to your throat but only to rest there. “You wanted to earlier.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue pushing into your mouth. His movements are erotic, pushing you over the edge as you release onto his cock again. He swallows your screams, slowing his movements and pressing himself to the hilt.

He walks you both over to the small sofa in the corner of your room, sitting down. You gasp as the new position pushes himself even deeper, “Please-”

“It’s okay, you’re just gonna warm me for a little bit,” He pecks your lips, hands coming to your hips to massage them lightly. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, and you’re gonna cum until I tell you to stop.”

You nod, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest. His touch now completely contrasts the toughness he held earlier, and your body relaxes on his as you relish in the intimacy. After a few minutes or thirty — you not having any concept of time right now in your state — he taps your ass lightly.

“Move,” He states, the gruff tone sending a shiver up your spine. You sit up to face him, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to you up and down on his cock. You whine, burying your face back into his neck as you prepare for a long night.

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On Ivan and bipolar disorder (part one)

I've never seen anyone talk about this and it doesn't surprise me considering most people don't really know what bipolar disorder actually is (the stereotypes are all wrong and good representation in media is rare, sigh) and while I'm not saying my interpretation is the only correct one as I'm a firm believer that anyone can see whatever they want in art and that's a beautiful thing, in my opinion there are enough things about Ivan's behaviour and character that make my bipolar Ivan Karamazov agenda worthy of being pushed a little.

This first part will be more of an introduction where I'll just talk, in general, about what I picked up on in the first half of the novel and then in the next parts (I don't know how many there'll be yet, there's a lot of stuff to say) I'll get more specific by going over Ivan's inner world and the more significant events that made me think yeah this young man definitely needs some lithium.

Let's start with this: I know every Dostoevsky character is fucked up in their own way, that's pretty much his thing, but there is a difference between being a little fucked up and being actually mentally ill. There's just something about Ivan that made something in my brain click and go bipolar, which has never really happened before.

Do I think Dostoevsky deliberately chose to make Ivan so bipolar coded? Considering at the time there was barely a name for this disorder (which isn't even the same name we use today), let alone an actual diagnosis, no. But as someone who is diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I think his character makes a lot more sense if we see him as suffering from it. I even talked about this to my therapist who has read the book and he sees my vision too (lmao).

The thing that I'm sure jumps to someone's mind when it comes to Ivan and the topic of mental illness is the psychotic episode he goes through after Fyodor's murder, and while it kind of sustains my thesis on its own already, I thought he was bipolar coded way before that, because in my opinion there are a lot of subtle signs and behaviours that are kind of like little puzzle pieces that need to be put together to get to see the bigger picture, as bipolar disorder is not just the episodes someone goes through but also the impact those episodes have on them. It's a disorder that shapes the person, their brain chemistry and patterns and therefore their life in an irreversible way.

What initially struck me was how angry Ivan actually is. We don't really see it at first solely because we don't really see much of him in general, but I think that after he pushes Maksimov off the carriage without saying a word or explaining himself to his father we open some sort of Pandora's box. After that, almost every time he appears in the first half of the novel, he's angry. At the top of my head I can only think of two instances where he's not: when talking to Katerina before leaving for Moscow, which is also the first time we see him show an emotion other than anger (and it only took him, what? More than 300 pages? Yeah, relatable), and when he's at lunch with Alyosha shortly after. Other than that, he's always angry, and it's so visceral that I couldn't help but think that he feels that particular kind of deep rage only someone with bipolar disorder is capable of feeling (I personally nicknamed bipolar disorder the always fucking angry disorder). The way he's so deeply and irrationally angry that he feels himself shake and has to collect himself in order to not beat up Smerdyakov? The way he can't let it go and engages in conversation with him even though he himself doesn't even know why he's feeling or doing any of that? The way he treats his father? That's undiagnosed/untreated behaviour, I've been there. It may feel weird or even absurd if you're not familiar with this disorder, but there's a reason why the term bipolar rage is a thing: it is indeed on another level. It also seems like the only emotion he's comfortable with showing is anger and that's why it seems to be his only emotional outlet, as he didn't seem that eager to open up in front of Katerina and even when alone with his own brother you can feel some sort of awkwardness coming from him. I'll go into the specifics of that particular interaction with Alyosha in the future, but I think that after that Ivan's, very emotion-centered, character arc officially starts to develop as his relationship with his own feelings finally and slowly starts to change and becomes a tool to get him closer to the other characters. It's obviously not linear and I really like that, it feels very realistic.

Anyway, at first I thought I was just projecting, lots of people have anger issues and showing one symptom of something doesn't mean you have it, diagnostic criterias exist for a reason. The thing is, the more I read the more I noticed that not only Ivan happens to meet a lot of them, but he also shows some behaviors and has some personality traits that can easily be interpreted as bipolar coded (as I said a few paragraphs ago): his complex and peculiar type of loneliness, the emotional outbursts, his own perception of himself compared to how the other characters speak of him, his traumatic childhood, his attitude towards life (and death), the reasons behind his relationship with God and religion, his curated persona, the fact that no one seems to understand him. Not to mention he's described as having experienced depression and anguish multiple times in the past, and in a particular occasion in the novel not even knowing why (this one point in particular is very important as it connects to his attitude towards life and death, which is the most bipolar coded thing about him to me). All things I'll go over with more detail in the future when I'll get to his inner world.

For now I'll say that the main thing about bipolar disorder is that it fucks up one's emotions a lot, causing "inappropriate" or "abnormal" (for a lack of better terms) and exaggerated emotional responses and reactions in the people who have it (which usually manifest as the epic highs and lows the average person has at least heard of, but it can and does get more complicated than that) and I genuinely don't think Ivan reacts normally to anything, ever; the most noticeable thing to me is that his default reaction to anything, no matter what it is, is laughter. We also see him get extremely anxious to the point of being physically unwell and spiral a little after Smerdyakov and Fyodor tell him to go to Cermašnja due to what the former told him, which made me go damn, no one died yet and he's already paranoid?. His emotional regulation is a mess and he's so real (and bipolar) for that.

Another quite important thing about bipolar disorder is that it makes every emotion more intense to the point of confusion and being all over the place, which causes a person with bipolar disorder's emotional responses and reactions to be the way they are. Now, I'm not proclaiming myself as the one and only True Ivan Karamazov Understander, but I do think people tend to focus too much on his façade of coldness and on the darker side of his story, causing them to forget about how actually fun, passionate and almost childish he is at times. Ivan feels, and he feels deeply, and it isn't fair to overlook that just because he rarely shows it. Extreme rationality and collectedness can often also be a way to try to gain control over your symptoms (I'm guilty of that). We get to see some of his less collected emotionality in how dramatic he gets (like a true Karamazov) when reciting poetry in German to Katerina and in The brothers get acquainted, Rebellion and The Grand Inquisitor, as I already mentioned. At this point of the novel, something in particular happens and at this point in the novel I decide that yes, Ivan is bipolar coded.

I think I'll stop here at this sort of "cliffhanger" because this got quite long and I need one post only to elaborate that last paragraph. This isn't as coherent as I hoped it would be and, honestly, I kind of feel stupid, like I read too much into this and am seeing things that aren't there (how familiar, how fitting), but I wanted to share my perspective (and I'm also open to discussion!). Also, I won't lie, Ivan is my favorite character of The Brothers Karamazov and I don't think he's talked about enough, I've even seen people say he's the least interesting one out of the brothers which kind of broke my heart because I personally think he's the most interesting (no shade to the uninteresting Ivan gang of course). I don't know if I feel like that towards him because for the first time ever I got to see myself in a character and it was very important to me, but I don't think it really matters, "meeting" him made me happy and he will always be special to me, even if his story has its fair share of tragedy. Or maybe because of it. I'm planning on making a post about that and his ending in particular, but for now I'll focus on finishing this bipolar Ivan Karamazov essay.

No idea when I'll write the rest though, but I will.

#I'd link the Wikipedia page for bipolar disorder in case someone doesn't know much about it but imo it lacks nuance and isn't very accurate #the brothers karamazov #ivan karamazov #bipolar ivan karamazov agenda #thoughts #mine

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