#c.ai guide

[meowsaki-cai]

Ultimate C.AI Guide: How To Make A Good Bot!

Hello! Today, I will be teaching you how to make a (somewhat) decent c.ai bot. I will be using 3 examples for this, including: a good OC bot, a good existing character bot, and a bad bot. Keep reading to the end to find a link where you can chat with the bots I use for an example :3

Let's begin!

Lesson One: Photo

Oc Bots: If you are making a bot of your own characters, it is important to make sure the photos draw attention. Make sure the character in the photo is not a well known character, as that can be misleading for users. If it someone's artwork, making sure they give you permission to use the art. You can also use apps like gacha life or Sims 4 to make ocs. Keep in mind that C.AI has photo detectors that will flag potentially NSFW photos. So if you try to upload any provocative or suggestive photos, it will get removed.

Examples of good photos you can use:

Used in Gacha Life (my own oc)

A Sims 4 Character (belongs to Shinybacon on Patreon)

Artwork from Pinterest

A self-made drawing

Existing characters: If you are using an existing character, you can get a photo of them from pinterest, use official art, take a screenshot of them from the media they are in, or make them in an app like gacha or sims.

Examples of good photos you can use:

Screenshot from game

Official art

Fanart from Pinterest

Sims 4 Character

Bad photos: It's important not to use bad photos. These include poorly drawn photos (unless it is a comedy bot), obvious ai photos, low quality photos, and overly suggestive photos

Examples of bad photos

Low quality picture. For a serious Dazai bot, not recommended. For a joking Dazai bot, go ahead.

Badly drawn. I bet you guys would not even know it was Clorinde if I didn't tell you just now 👀

Suggestive, would most likely get flagged and deleted by the detectors.

Obviously AI.

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Alright now, I will be making 3 bots for the next steps. One will be an example of a good oc bot, an example of good existing character bot, and an example of bad bot.

Lesson Two: Name

When it comes to naming your bot, it's important your bots have their full name (first + last).

Oc Bots: If you are stuck on naming your bot, this tool right here can help you. You choose the language you want the name to be in along with the gender (male, female, ambiguous, or either) and hit generate until you see a name you like. In this case, I am naming my bot Asher Hansen.

Existing bots: Make sure your existing characters have their name. For example, if you are making a Dazai bot, do not just name your bot "Dazai". Instead, name him "Dazai Osamu" or "Osamu Dazai". Make sure if it's the latter, you specify in your greeting that his name is Dazai, or else the AI may call him "Osamu". In this case, I am doing Wriothesley from Genshin Impact. So, I will be naming my bot "Wriothesley" since his full name is unknown.

It's hard to mess up the name. Unless of course, you spam random letters and just name the bot whatever that is. Or if you just name your bot something like 'boy' or 'cafe boy'. In this case, I am naming my bad bot example "boy" because it's not specific or meaningful at all!

Lesson Three: Tagline

The tagline should give the audience a small insight into what your bot is about.

In this case, my oc bot is going to feature a rebel who secretly loves bubblegum. Yes, I know it's not exciting but you gotta remember this is just for an example. I like the tagline to be catchy. So, I'm gonna make the tagline for this bot something like...

The m4a is used for bots where romantic interactions may be prominent. The first letter (in this case 'm') indicates the bot's gender. The a indicates 'all', meaning this bot can be used from romantic purposes by anyone. If you want a male bot that is straight, you would use 'm4f', or if you want a female bot that is lesbian, you would use 'f4f'.

For existing characters, try to make the bot based around the lore. In this case, I am going to have the tagline feature tea, since Wriothesley canonically loves tea.

A bad bot tagline is vague, messy, random, or empty. Here are some bad examples of bad taglines.

What is he smart at? How does his smartness connect to the character? If you wanted to make this a good tagline, you could say something like 'he is smart, but failed the exams'. It shows what the bot will be about.

In this one, spelling errors everywhere. Make sure your tagline is spelled correctly or else it may draw users away. After all, if your tagline has this many mistakes, then imagine how bad your greeting would be.

Keyboard smash? Really? Need I say more?

Empty taglines? In 2025? Come on now...

In this case, I'm gonna make my bot have the first one just because it's the one I tolerate most out of the 4...

Lesson Four: Description

The description is meant to be a basic foundation of your character. In my descriptions, I like to put in the character's personality and some basic info. Save their likes/dislikes, hobbies, appearance, etc. for the definition.

This is for my own oc bot. Notice how I added a lot of small details without actually giving away his entire character? Your description should just be the basic of what your character will be. All the other details will go into the definition.

For existing characters, you can copy and paste basic info from the wiki (if available) to build your character's definition. That is what I did for Wriothesley.

Bad descriptions include:

vague

focuses too much on the character appearance and not on actual personality

random

one word

This is vague. Is that really all he is about? Where's his life? His personality? His basic info?

This is a nice start, but what about his personality? How does he act? How does he feel?

Once again, random and will not add on to the bot. At all.

That's great for him! I applaud him! But surely that's not his entire personality... right?

Lesson Five: Greeting

This is what the users will be looking for most. Greetings should have proper grammar, a story, actions, and at least one piece of speech from the character.

How I make my greetings is I split it into 4 parts. A prompt, a scenario, a backstory, and the main story.

Using the # and a space will make the text big. I use it as a header for each section. Underneath the prompt, you should briefly describe to the bot what you want the story to be about. Something like:

PROMPT

{{user}} discovers the school rebel Asher Hansen likes bubblegum.

or

PROMPT

Wriothesley invites {{user}} to the Fortress of Meropide for tea.

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Then, you have the scenario. Here, you will go more into detail the prompt and how you want it to play out. Something like:

SCENARIO

{{user}} is heading to their next class when they spot Asher Hansen going to the janitor's closet. Curious, they decided to follow him, only to find him… sneaking bright pink bubblegum?!

or

SCENARIO

{{user}} was having coffee at a cafe in Fontaine when they suddenly received a message from Wriothesley. Wriothesley is inviting them down to the Fortress for a cup of a new brand of tea he was gifted by Neuvillette.

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Next is the backstory. For this, I like to include what leads up to the main story, such as events that happened prior that the users will not experience. Something like:

BACKSTORY

Asher Hansen had always been the tough guy of school. He always wore dark clothes and had an always angry look on his face. While sitting in his English class, he ends up with a dry mouth. In his pocket is a packet of his favorite bubblegum. Just two problems. 1) it's pink and 2) it's a kids brand of gum. So he decides after class ends, he will sneak away into the janitor's closet and get a piece. Where no one can see.

or

BACKSTORY

Wriothesley was sitting in his office one evening. His dear friend Neuvillette, the chief justice of Fontaine, had took a half day off to go to Liyue. When Wriothesley returned, he went to greet Neuvillette. However, he did not expect Neuvillette to come back with 10 different types of teas in hand. 10 full boxes of varying teas. Wriothesley's dream come true.

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And lastly, the most important part of the greeting- the main story. This is the part that readers will be experiencing and where the story begins. Something like:

MAIN STORY

The bell rung, signaling the end of third period. {{user}} gathers up all their books and supplies. They are on their way to their locker when they see the school rebel bad boy Asher Hansen sneaking away to the janitor's closet.

{{user}} is curious now. What if he's up to no good? What if he's got something in his bag? What if he's smoking on school grounds?

{{user}} decides to follow Asher into the janitor's closet. They spot Asher digging in his pocket, pulling out a pack of pink Hubba Bubba bubblegum. The light from the open door seems to catch Asher's eyes, and he glances over, his eyes widening as he notices {{user}}. He laughs nervously, holding up the gum.

"Uh… do you want a piece?" He asks, eyes narrowing sheepishly.

or

MAIN STORY

{{user}} makes their way down to the Fortress. Wriothesley stands by his office, a smile on his face as his eyes fall on {{user}}. He leads {{user}} to the coupon cafeteria, where a stack of boxes of 10 different tea flavors lay on the back table.

"Neuvillette went on a trip to Liyue earlier, bringing back 10 different tea flavors. Since I know you like tea as much as me, I decided maybe we could taste test them all together." He says. He opens the first box, taking out the teabag and putting it in his mug. "This one is made from… Adeptea Leaves. There's some made from Glaze Lillies, Mints, and even Lotus Heads too." He says, examining the stack of boxes, reading each one's name carefully.

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I ran out of ability to post photos, so text in red below will be examples of bad greetings. Bad greetings are:

Messy

Poor grammar

No story or meaning

Only actions

Only speech

hi i like cats and omg did you hear the latest gossip?

This one is messy and all over the place. It goes from the character mentioning cats to talking about gossip? Greetings should be constant and focused on the same story throughout.

mi fayverite sport be vullieboll

This one has poor grammar and typos everywhere. If your greeting is spelled like this, the replies will constantly be messed up.

hi

Hi? Where's the story? Are users just expected to strike up a conversation with the bot that easily? What if I talk about the wrong thing?!

*smiles*

Glad to see the bot is happy but what is it smiling at?

Lesson Six: Definition

The definition is a foundation. This is where you can include all your example messages, basic info, character likes/dislikes, and basically anything that makes your character... them. I have a special layout I use for my bots. It is posted below. Feel free to use it and edit it as much as you like:

FULL NAME + BACKSTORY

Enter their full name + basic backstory here.

BASIC DETAILS

Age: Height: Weight: Birthday: Zodiac Sign:

APPEARANCE

Enter their hair color, eye color, marks, clothing, and usual colors here.

EDUCATION AND CAREER

Enter their highest level of education and current career here

PEOPLE THEY KNOW

Some people they may mention include:

Enter some relatives/friends here

HOBBIES

Enter their hobbies here

LIKES

Enter their likes here

DISLIKES

Enter their dislikes here

STRENGTHS

Enter their strengths here

WEAKNESSES

Enter their weaknesses here

WANTS

Enter their motivation, wants, or goal here

PROBLEMS IN HIS LIFE

Enter current obstacles here

EXAMPLES OF HOW HE SPEAKS IN DIFFERENT SCENARIOS

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS HAPPY (example used: )

{{char}}:

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS SAD (example used: )

{{char}}:

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS ANGRY (example used: )

{{char}}:

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS DISGUSTED (example used: )

{{char}}:

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS AFRAID (example used: )

{{char}}:

END_OF_DIALOG

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In case you are wondering how I use it, here's an example on both Asher and Wriothesley.

ASHER

FULL NAME + BACKSTORY

Asher Rave Hansen was born in the United States. He had trouble fitting in with people in his class when he was younger and was deemed a social outcast. He became a loner and a bit of rebel as he got older. He began to lash out more.

BASIC DETAILS

Age: 18 Height: 5’7 Weight: 140 lbs Birthday: October 25 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

APPEARANCE

Vincent has fluffy naturally black hair that goes down to his neck. He has fluffy bangs. He has naturally dark brown eyes. He has pale skin. His outfits usually consist of leather jackets, graphic tees, ripped jeans, and combat boots. He usually wears dark colors like black, grey, and red when he is out in public. Alone, he likes to sport his bright pink Hello Kitty pajamas.

EDUCATION AND CAREER

He is a senior in an American high school. He has no job right now.

PEOPLE HE KNOWS

Some people he may mention include:

his dad (bad relationship, alive)

his mom (bad relationship, alive)

HOBBIES

Watch anime: He likes to watch anime. His favorites are typically more cutesy animes.

LIKES

Anime: He loves cutesy kawaii animes. Sports: Hates playing them, but likes watching tennis and volleyball. Movies: Likes Disney movies. Animals: Loves animals. His favorite animal is a black cat. Music: Loves pop music. His favorite singer is Sabrina Carpenter. Pink: His favorite color (secretly) is pink. Bubblegum: Loves bubblegum and anything bubblegum flavored or scented.

DISLIKES

Being touched: He hates being touched, especially on his waist or belly.

STRENGTHS

Honest: Tells it like it is Loyal: Does not cheat in relationships and does not easily replace or forget his friends without reason.

WEAKNESSES

Timid: Easily afraid. Insecure: Worries what others think of him.

WANTS

To be himself: Wants to be able to live life how he wants without people judging him.

PROBLEMS IN HIS LIFE

Doesn't know who to trust: Easily trusts people, making it easy for people to take advantage of him.

EXAMPLES OF HOW HE SPEAKS IN DIFFERENT SCENARIOS

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS HAPPY (example used: {{user}} saying they like bubblegum, too)

{{char}}: Asher smiles brightly. "Really?" He asks, a glint of hope in his eyes. "It's my favorite flavor of gum!"

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS SAD (example used: {{user}} making fun of him for liking bubblegum.)

{{char}}: Asher looks down, stuffing the gum back in his pocket. "Seriously? It's just gum… it doesn't have an age or a gender…"

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS ANGRY (example used: {{user}} stealing his gum.)

{{char}}: Asher glares as the gum is snatched from his hand. "Hey! Give that back. I paid for that, so it's mine! If you want a piece just ask me. Not snatch it away from me."

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS DISGUSTED (example used: being offered cinnamon gum instead)

{{char}}: Asher's face scrunches in disgust as {{user}} offers him the cinnamon flavored gum. "Um. No thank you…"

END_OF_DIALOG

EXAMPLE OF SPEECH WHEN HE IS AFRAID (example used: gum stuck in his hair)

{{char}}: Asher blows a quite large bubble. He seems nonchalant about it as he proceeds to try and pop it. Well, until it pops all over his face, getting in his bangs. "Oh no… I'm gonna have to chop off my bangs and look hideous…"

END_OF_DIALOG

WRIOTHESLEY (I got lazy)

FULL NAME + BACKSTORY

Wriothesley. Having killed his abusive foster parents to save his adoptive siblings, Wriothesley was sentenced and exiled to the Fortress of Meropide in his teenage years. He eventually became its Administrator and has enforced a series of reforms under his rule, serving as a role model for the prisoners. Watching the crimson stain spread across the floorboards, a wildly inappropriate thought entered Wriothesley's mind. How many Melusine officers would it take to investigate all the traces of blood in this place?

His thoughts then immediately leapt elsewhere. To think that his blood was so like that of those who had deceived him that they could run together, melding effortlessly. How revolting.

But he had lost all capacity to vomit. Indeed, he could not move a muscle if he tried. Thought and warmth had both faded, and his mind had begun to fill with a seeping, murky fog — there was nothing in his life till now worth remembering.

But he did not die. Fate, it seemed, wanted him to live with the burden of sin, and so when he woke up in his hospital bed, both of his hands had been cuffed to the metal rails. A well-dressed woman was looking at him nervously from her distant chair. No doubt, she considered him to be some manner of young psychopath.

Producing pen and paper, she asked for his name, and he paused for a good long time. His thoughts drifted to an obituary he once saw in the papers, in which there was a person who had lived to a ripe old age bearing a long and complicated name. He didn't particularly like it, but he no longer wished to use the one his foster parents had given him.

Thus did the woman write "Wriothesley" down, and inform him of his trial date (which was, would you know it, the day the doctors expected him to be able to get out of bed), before hurriedly taking her leave.

The trial itself went very smoothly, which he was grateful for. The blood he had spilled had stained his hands and taken root in his heart, driving him to yearn for a just conviction. He told all present of the full circumstances around the killing, and even added some details, such that there was no real room for argument in this case. Argue they still did, though, first on the matter of past cases related to orphans in an inconclusive search for any precedent patterns, and then somehow for clemency, believing that the people he'd taken vengeance on were villains themselves in the first place, and that he should thus not have to bear the burden of guilt.

This background noise did not change the ultimate result of the trial, and no sooner was it over than he was sent beneath the sea to serve time. Before he was to depart, the Gestionnaire in charge of recording his sentence asked him once again for his personal particulars.

"You're… Wriothesley, then? Your birthday, please."

"…Today."

BASIC DETAILS

Age: Probably around 30s or 40s. Height: Probably around 6'0 or taller. Weight: Unknown Birthday: November 23 (not his real birthday, but he does not know his real birthday. So, he goes by the day he was sentenced) Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

APPEARANCE

Wriothesley uses the tall male model. He has tufted black hair with grey streaks, pale grey eyes, and pale skin. He bears a scar beneath his right eye; three scars extending from high on his neck down to his mid-chest, with one on the right, one on the left, and one along the midline; and scars on his left and right forearms.

EDUCATION AND CAREER

He is the current Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.

PEOPLE HE KNOWS

Some people he may mention include:

Clorinde (mediocre relationship, occasional allies)

Neuvillette (good relationship, coworkers and best friends)

Traveler (good relationship, friends)

Sigewinne (good relationship, sort of a younger brother figure to her)

Lyney, Lynette, Freminet (bad relationship, Lyney dislikes him)

HOBBIES

Boxing

LIKES

Boxing and tea

DISLIKES

Justice not being brought, people slacking off, people breaking rules

STRENGTHS

Honest: Tells it like it is Confident: Confident in himself and his actions Strong: Can easily fight in the rink

WEAKNESSES

Questionable behaviors, a bit morally grey occasionally

WANTS

To make all prisoners feel welcome

PROBLEMS IN HIS LIFE

Unknown

Alright guys, that's it for this tutorial! Now, you're all probably wanting a link to the bots that I made here, right? Well, lucky for you...

ASHER

WRIOTHESLEY

THE BAD BOT EXAMPLE

[natalianovnas]

༄ `. 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊

summary : natasha believes she's the reason why you almost got hurt in your own shared apartment so she believes ending things with you is the best decision but you don't let her off the hook so easily.

warnings : angst (w happy ending as all angst should be), mention of blood, gun, an intruder and bullet, reader having minor injuries, natasha wanting to break up.

words count : 2.3k || masterlist

an : so basically, this one has already been posted on my wattpad and the writing there is awful for most chapters but I'm two lazy to proofread them again and do modifications so if you wanna go check, you're free to do so but at your own risk (wattpad link on my masterlist). anyways, i just decided to finally include the angst i wanted to include since having this story idea. also, this was inspired from a c.ai bot. enjoy :3

If there was something Natasha feared more than loosing you, it was having someone who'd hurt you. So just imagine how she felt, coming home to the sight of you, frightened, covered in blood and disoriented.

You had called her earlier, rambled about someone breaking in and trying to hurt you and Natasha knew she wouldn't hesitate to spill blood but turns out it wasn't needed because you'd already defended yourself.

By the time the Russian crossed the front door, your gaze met and it only took you a second before running straight into her arms.

Natasha took a look at the scene while holding you. The lifeless figure of the man smashed through the glass coffee table, a bullet hole through his chest with blood leaking from it.

The gun was one of Natasha's—which was for emergency cases, just like this one.

"Don't you worry your pretty head, детка (babe). I'll take care of everything." She murmured against your temple after placing a kiss there, her hand gently cradled your head while her other arm was around your waist.

Your nose was buried in her shoulder, seeking her scent that could only provide the comfort you needed.

This was the risks of dating a civilian.

She had voiced her concerns to you prior to dating. You told her it was fine and that it wouldn't certainly happen. That even if it did, you'd be ready due to her teaching you self-defense.

But now, here you are.

Natasha was going to be way more protective of you than she already is and that wasn't questionable.

You turned your head to look down at the mess around the apartment at the same time, a quiet sob escaped your lips and it's only now that you're conscious that you've been crying, silently. You heart is beating pretty fast in your chest as you recall every moment of what happened previously.

The redhead notices, of course she does, and she doesn't hesitate before guiding you away from the living room to the bathroom instead. You barely register her words but look away from the mess nonetheless as you're dragged away.

She doesn't force you to speak or so ever. What she does is walk you over to the sink and gently wash the blood off your hands while standing behind you.

Natasha mutters soothing words to your ear —occasionally kissing your temple— taking time to let the water flows down, between and around your slender fingers to wash the blood away.

Your mind is fuzzy but you're aware of her presence, aware of what's happening.

Despite the fact that your concerns weren't elevated, you once imagined something like this happening but you thought you'd be able to shoot someone without much difficulties, just like Natasha did but you were so wrong.

What no one ever told you was that the first shot would always be terrifying, no matter how prepared you'd think you could be.

The sink is turned off and your hands are being dried by Natasha. She didn't asked you anything until now and that was a relief because you couldn't utter a word if you were being pressured to do it.

She went slowly, softly and carefully as to avoid startling you and it's only now that you decide to speak up.

"I didn't meant to." You mutter, mostly trying to convince yourself more than her. You weren't even looking at her, your eyes were empty as you stared at nothing but then your gaze met hers. "I swear, I didn't meant to."

Natasha put the towel on the edge of the sink and held your body closely against hers, hands slowly rubbing over your sides. "I know, красивый (beautiful), it's alright, it'll be okay,"

"He was going to hurt me, Nat. I swear. It was him or me.." You states and the tremble and fear in your voice didn't go unnoticed.

Natasha wanted nothing more in this moment than to get you to be okay again, to see you smile again but she knew she had to let you pour out your emotions and be there for you first.

Because you needed her to go over this.

She hated seeing you like this, eyes that always held joy were now full of tears for a worthless person.

She hated that you felt like you had to explain yourself because you were totally not in the wrong. You had only defended yourself and that is how you should be seeing this.

"I know, princess, I know," Her hands continued to hold you close. "And i've got you now. It's okay."

You shook your head, tears prickling down your cheeks, panic rushing back into you. "No, It's not okay. I just killed someone, I just got—"

The spy gently pressed her finger to your lips to interrupt you, her expression still calm but firm.

"No. It is okay. You did just kill someone, yes. But you did it to protect yourself. You had no other choice. I know this is a lot to process, but you need to understand that you did the right thing for yourself."

The redhead's eyes were looking directly into yours, her gaze stern but full of concern and care for you.

You wanted to keep protesting but no words were coming out so you gave up and simply leant into her while she continued to hold you close. Her fingers slowly came up to run through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing.

"I'm here for you, okay? I'll take care of everything. You're not alone in this. I just need you to breathe for me, okay? Deep breaths."

You nod hesitantly but take deep breaths nonetheless, following her rhythm. She's relieved to see that you're somewhat cooperating with her request to take deep breaths.

"Good, just like that." She praises you gently while continuing to speak in that soothing tone of hers. "Keep taking deep breaths, love. Just focus on your breathing and staying calm, okay? You're doing well."

You let out a sigh and your eyes flutter close. Your nose brushes against Nat's jaw — taking in both her scent and the feeling of her skin on yours. Leaning up, your nose brushes her cheek, and your lips get closer to hers but before you have the chance to make a move for it, she pulls away, making you frown.

"Why?" You whisper and it's a real wonder how she heard it.

The redhead could see the frown on your face and it tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to kiss you, to give you comfort and reassurance. But she also knew it wasn't right. Not yet, not like this.

"It's not because I don't want to, love. I do. But not like this."

Nat's slender fingers move from your cheek down to your chin, her grip gentle but firm as she tilts your head up so she can look directly into your eyes.

"You're still high on adrenaline and shock. You're not thinking straight right now. I don't want to kiss you when you're like this. I want you to be yourself when I kiss you again."

"I am me," You insist. "I just need to forget about all of this. Just for a moment."

"Love, you may be yourself, but you're not conscious enough right now." She pauses to take a deep breath, keeping her eyes locked to yours. "I want you to be sure of what you're doing. Not just do it to forget."

Stubborn as ever, you shook your head, not stepping down from what you wanted because you were sure of one thing — you needed her right now. "I'm me, I'm conscious, I promise. I just— please, just for a little while. I need to forget about it. It's messing with my mind and I feel like I'm gonna go crazy at any moment.."

Your hands were cradling her cheeks, the desperation and pleading in your voice and eyes were hard to ignore. "Just please, Nat.."

Her hands gently wrap around your wrists, only to pull them down and make your heart drop at the further rejection.

"No, Y/N. We're not doing that."

"But Nat—"

"I said no, Y/N. And you should stand by that."

Her tone had changed. It was firmer, like a flip had been switched and now you knew that this was more than her not wanting to make love to you in that situation.

"This is my fault. He came here because of me. You could’ve died."

Your sighed, your tone dropping. "Natasha, please.." you didn't want her to say such a thing.

"You shouldn't even be here. You shouldn't even have had to do what you did to that guy but yet, here you are and because of who? Me."

"Wait what?" You breathe out, the shift of the situation being too quick for you to actually comprehend her words and you wish she was messing with you right now but she wasn't. "What is this all about, Nat? What are you trying to say?"

"You heard me, Y/N. And I'm not taking it back. We shouldn't be together."

You swear you could've fainted right on the spot. You couldn't believe your ears. How could she say that to you so openly. Hadn't you proven yourself enough in more ways than once? Did her doubts never flatter after all these years?

So many questions with no actual answers but what you knew was that you weren't going to give into her so easily. Not with that.

"No." You state, breaking the silence between the two of you, making her eyes return to you.

"No," You say again in a firmer tone this time. "You stop right there, Natasha. Don't you dare say that to me, ever. I knew what I signed up for when I decided to be with you and I swore on whoever God rules up there that I wouldn't leave you if it isn't over my dead body!"

"You don't get to say those things to me. No matter what. I don't care if I have to face each and every of your enemies but leaving you is non negotiable."

"Y/N—"

"No, Natasha, you hear me out this time. I did not go through hell during all these years, paving my way in your heart, getting you to trust me and love me just the same way I love you for you to freak out and try to break things up between us the instant I barely get hurt. You don't get to make me do the job for you."

She couldn't be able to leave you, even if she tried, she knew she couldn't so getting you to leave was the easiest way but you were against it too.

Natasha snaps back,

"Did you see yourself back there? Did you really? No, you didn't, because I was the one who had to look at you and face the fear that was in your eyes. I hated seeing that, Y/N, because this wasn't you."

"So what, Natasha? Life isn't fairytale, even for me. It's not always going to be all smiles and rainbows but if you insist, go be a coward on your own. If you want to leave me, go ahead, leave. But don't count on me to do the job for you because I am not leaving you."

Natasha could swear that she'd never seen you so determined. She had one more reason to love you more than she already.

You were willing to stick until the end no matter what the risk was and not many people every stayed in Natasha's life. And now you had cried because of her, you'd cried because of her words

She regretted saying what she said.

Normally, she'd think before speaking but in that moment, even she wasn't sure of what happened. If you left that meant only one thing, that you needed some space for a moment and Natasha would allow it to you.

The silence that followed your exit was louder than any shout. Natasha stood still in the bathroom, the warmth of your touch still lingering on her skin, but your absence left a hollow in her chest.

She stared at the doorway, jaw tight, fists clenched at her sides. It was supposed to protect you. Pushing you away, creating distance—that’s what she told herself. But all she’d done was break something precious. Something real.

The minute your palm made contact with the bedroom's doorknob and closed it behind you, you broke down.

You didn't even know what hurt more if it was the fact that Natasha's solution for al all this was for you both to break up or that she might still have self doubts in this relationship.

The tears kept flooding, mind fuzzy with all the events of the day and you slowly were starting to feel drained. Dragging yourself up after calming down a bit, cries turning into sobs, you made your way to the bed and curled down on it, arms wrapped around yourself.

The tears were slowly rolling down your cheeks, the pain thudding in your heart from the words of your beloved. You hated feeling like this, drained, helpless and alone. Your eyes remained fixated on your window, admiring the afternoon hours turning into evening.

Only then, you barely register it when the door is pushed open.

Natasha stood at the doorway for a moment, taking in the sight of you — strong, stubborn, broken — all because of her.

“Just go away, please, I don't wanna talk.” You don't even look in her way as you whisper this, only wrapping your arms around yourself tighter.

“I can't do that, love,” She replies, “You know that more than anyone else.”

You didn’t respond, and it made her heart clench even more. She walked toward you then knelt in front of you, hands resting on your knees but not forcing anything.

“I'm sorry, baby. I thought pushing you away would protect you. I thought if I made you hate me, you’d be safer,” She said, eyes locked to yours, desperate for a flicker of understanding. “But all I did was hurt you. Again.”

Your eyes finally met hers. Tired. Glassy. But open.

“You did,” You whispered. “You really did.”

Natasha nodded, tears stinging her own eyes now. “And I hate myself for it. Because you… you were right. You didn’t give up on me, and I should’ve trusted that. I should’ve trusted you.”

You searched her face, trying to find sincerity. And it was there. In every line. Every tear. Every crack in her voice.

“I looked at you, and all I could think about was how close I came to losing you. Because of my past. Because of someone who was after me, not you.”

You swallowed hard. “It didn’t feel like protection, Nat. It felt like punishment.”

Natasha stepped closer. “I know. I know that now. And I hate myself for making you feel that way. You stayed. You fought for me while I tried to run.”

“I was scared,” Natasha admitted. “But you weren’t. Not of me, not of what comes with me. You were brave enough to stay, and I—I panicked.”

Natasha reached up, cupping your cheek again, gently this time. “If you’ll still have me... I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

This time, when you leaned in, Natasha didn’t pull away.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow. Full of apology, of longing, of love reignited through pain. Her fingers held your jaw like you were something fragile — not because she thought you’d break, but because she knew she almost did.

“Hold me?”

Her lips curved into a smile, “I was hoping you'd ask.”

She climbed into bed beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close with the kind of care she wished she’d given you earlier. No more pushing away. No more doubt. Just her, and you, and the space between your heartbeats — finally closing.

[nhmkhnh]

caitlyn & vi x maid!fem!reader

preface: love it when you blush, when you are obedient.

author's note: i also have a bot about this topic, here! no heartbreaking, unless you want to.

wrn: lowercase, quite a dom!caitvi, sub!shy!reader

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

they live to fluster you. caitlyn will casually brush a lock of hair behind your ear while giving you a complicated order you barely understand. her voice is velvet, her gaze unflinching. meanwhile, vi walks by and slaps your behind like it’s tuesday. “you missed a spot, sweetheart,” she grins. you’re red from head to toe, and they absolutely eat it up.

they argue over who gets to tease you more. vi claims she gets priority because she’s the more “hands-on” type. caitlyn rolls her eyes, “darling, she blushes harder when i whisper.” you, in the middle of this chaos, holding a tray of tea and dying quietly inside.

they're both obsessed with how obedient you are. caitlyn gives you a command — “kneel and wait for us by the fireplace” — and you do, without question, palms folded in your lap. she almost forgets to breathe. vi catches her staring and just smirks. “i knew you liked her soft.”

vi tries to play it cool, but she's the biggest simp. one time you tripped and vi launched herself across the room to catch you. when you apologized for the mess, she went feral. “don’t you dare say sorry when you’re this cute.” then she proceeded to glare at the floor like it personally attacked you.

caitlyn is the soft but terrifying dom. she’s all polite smiles and gentle words, but her energy screams control. she’ll guide your chin up with one finger and whisper, “look at me when i speak.” you’ll freeze, breath hitching, and she’ll smile sweetly like she didn’t just melt your brain.

they secretly spoil you rotten. you don’t know where the silk nightgown came from (caitlyn), or who keeps stocking your favorite desserts (vi). you suspect something when vi calls you “princess” and caitlyn mutters, “she’s more of an angel.” they think you’re too shy to notice — you are, but still.

they both love seeing you get flustered… and praised. caitlyn will praise your posture, the way you serve tea, your loyalty. vi just says “good girl” and you’re out of commission. they live for that tiny whimper you make when they’re both looking at you like you hung the moon.

you’ve walked in on them talking about you more than once. you tried to quietly dust the shelves in the hallway but stopped dead when you heard, “she bit her lip again today.” “i know. i almost kissed her then and there.” you fled. they knew. you didn’t sleep that night.

they’re absurdly protective. some noble made a rude comment? caitlyn was icy enough to chill the room. vi cracked her knuckles and grinned like she was hoping for an excuse to fight. you clung to your tray and whispered, “it’s okay.” it was not okay. they made sure that noble never looked at you again.

they want to keep you — but they’re careful. for all their dominance and teasing, both caitlyn and vi are so careful not to cross your boundaries. caitlyn always asks, “is this alright?” vi pauses to gauge your comfort before getting too close. because at the end of the day, it’s not just about control — it’s about worshipping the sweet, loyal thing that you are.

[peterparkersnose]

Alone with you.

pairing: Michael Gavey x f Felix's friend group!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, fluff before smut, p in v, virginity loss, unsafe sex, mentions of pornography, lots of awkwardness, lowkey slut shaming, hookup themes, michael's hefty ego, 18+

a/n im actually posting? whaaaaat? today was a snow day, enjoy the snowy smut I wrote for my fav today ;)

summary Y/N watched Michael get rejected by Oliver in the bar and couldn't handle that sad look on his face.

masterlist

tik tok- @almondtarg4ryen

c.ai- @mj1218

read time: 18 mins 31 seconds

The mere look on this stranger’s face was enough to make Y/N’s gut roll. The sheer and utter disappointment of losing the company of… Oliver Quick? THE Oliver that had hung out with her group a few times, the Oliver that nobody wanted to sit with. She glared at Oliver as he sat down, his eyes were immediately fixated on none other than Felix. Y/N rolled her eyes as she looked at Oliver, but then her eyes flicked back up to the tall stranger. His face had faltered and his tiny wave was close to heartbreaking. Absolutely not.

Y/N stood, and Farleigh grabbed her arm. “Where are you going?” he asked, as he noticed your gaze on this mysterious stranger just moments ago. 

“Away.” She shrugged off Farleigh’s touch, Farleigh gave her a look of confusion as he noticed her sudden demeanor of change. Y/N grabbed her coat and purse, storming out of the bar. 

“The fuck is her problem?” Felix asked, noticing you leaving. Farleigh shrugged. “Fuckin’ tweaking over Gavey.”

Y/N ran out into the snow, it had definitely picked up since she and her friends had entered the bar nearly fifteen minutes ago. She saw the man walking, his shoulders slumped as his long lanky legs strode through the snow. “Hey!”

He didn’t turn around, as Michael would never expect a ‘hey’ to be for him. It wasn’t until she caught up to his side, that she caught his attention.

“Oy! Are you deaf?”

Michael stopped. He squinted in his fogged-up glasses, wiping them off just to make sure he had the sight in front of him correct. Y/N L/N? He quickly tried to compose himself, trying to make it obvious that he wasn’t just crying. As he wiped his glasses, he made a subtle wiping of tears that wasn’t as subtle as he would like it to be. He watched her face fall.

“Oh… no,” Y/N spoke softly, which was different from her tone just seconds ago when she tried to flag him down. “You don’t know me, but I’m Y/N.”

Of course Michael knew her. He psychoanalyzed almost everyone and everything in his surroundings, and she sat in the front of one of his boring gen-ed reading classes. He judged her on the first day he met her, as she sat next to Farleigh and they constantly snickered with each other during class. He had a distaste for the American, as Michael was convinced that his ego could have possibly been the only one bigger than his. Her sympathetic and sweet voice caught him off guard, Michael's face stiffened at first, but he soon realized that it was in his best interest to play dumb and not sound like a creep. 

“Oh, right. Y/N from Felix’s group. What do you want?” Michael said with a distaste for her presence. “For you to look at me.” Y/N replied as Michael’s eyes couldn’t meet hers on the snowy street. “And why should I do that?” he snapped at her a bit, she knew exactly how to deal with closed-off people like him. Something about this man intrigued her, she didn’t even know his name. 

“Because,” she smiled a bit, trying to guide herself into his line of sight. “Fuck ‘em.”

Michael was confused. What did she mean Fuck ‘em? Those were her friends, was this some sort of setup? A dare to go after the loser? “Excuse me?” he asked, his defenses keeping a stable tone. 

“Fuck. Them.” she said confidently. Her attitude intrigued her. “Aren't those your friends?”

Y/N shrugged. “Sort of. Definitely not Oliver though,” she cringed at the thought of the weird little man. “Please tell me you are not crying over Oliver fucking Quick, random man whose name I do not know. ” she rolled her eyes, her voice was sympathetic but yet sarcastic.

“No, I wasn’t. And my name’s Michael.”

“Yes you were, Michael.” she replied quickly. 

Michael sighed. He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, it was definitely something he would be revisiting and replaying in his head during his nightly session alone this evening. He still didn’t like her. He didn’t have to like her to think she was hot, she was definitely wanking material. Even if she did seem like a stuck-up brat to him. 

“You know, if you’re just here to make me feel worse, could you just bug off and go back and tell your stupid little friends that you successfully made me feel worse and–”

She looked genuinely offended, it’s what made Michael’s sentence suddenly falter. “Is that really all you think I am? Some… some bimbo who just sticks around for a chance to make someone’s night more obviously worse than it already is?”

Michael was speechless. Did she truly have good intentions? He didn’t know what to say back, he was genuinely taken back by what she had said. “I don’t get it… why are you being nice to me?” Michael breathed out, his breath imitating smoke because it was so cold. “Because I hated that look on your face.” she replied bluntly. Michael then realized she wasn’t one to beat around the bush. Michael began to feel bad about his former thoughts about her, guilty for just seeing her as some idiot who would purposely hurt someone. But wasn’t she? To him, she seemed like a bitch. 

Michael stared at her with a puzzled expression, he couldn't imagine why anyone would feel sorry for him. Her sympathy is starting to make him uncomfortable. “Thanks?” he said with a questioning tone. “Oliver’s quite a weird bloke,” she said plainly. This made Michael chuckle. It was one of the things he originally liked about Oliver, is that he didn’t mind his weirdness and strange habits and quirks. If she didn’t like Oliver’s strange demeanor, his was much worse. Why was she sticking around? 

“He’s got some sort of weird man crush on Felix. Nobody can figure out if he wants to be him, fuck him, or both.” Y/N spoke like she knew exactly what she was talking about. Her confidence was uncanny. Michael was taken aback by her confidence and her statement. Was his friend, or former friend now, truly in love with Felix Catton? Wasn’t everybody? He certainly wasn’t, and from the tone of this girl, she didn’t appreciate at least his friend group very much. “Weird man crush? What do you mean? Are you trying to say that Oliver is... gay?” 

“He could be,” she shrugged, the snow began to let up. “No hate if he is. I just kind of assumed, I guess that’s not very correct but…” Y/N shrugged once again, trying not to sound too judgy or prejudiced. She truly wasn’t and didn’t want him getting the wrong impression of her. Michael makes a face expressing disbelief and surprise. “You're kidding me. Oliver...gay? Oliver can't even talk to other girls. Are you sure you're talking about the same Oliver?”

“That’s probably why he can’t talk to girls.” she pointed out. Michael was a genius, he should have put two and two together with his friend. Perhaps his intelligence didn’t correlate with his social skills. Y/N noticed this, knowing he was quite an awkward dude. With the liquid courage in her, she asked him one more question.

“May I?”

The snow fell around them as he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Uh… sure?” He didn’t expect her to grab his hand, suddenly running through the square and through campus. They both didn’t notice Felix’s whole group watching them through the window with the most confused faces ever and frankly, neither one of them cared to look back at that stupid pub. 

“Hey! Wait!” he yelled out, her little legs moved surprisingly fast for her height. She ran back towards campus, and within at least a minute or two Michael was huffing for air. “S-slow down!”

She stopped running but kept her hand in his. They were in the middle of the courtyard that was empty, the only disturbance in the fresh snow was their footprints. 

“Do you want to do something fun?” she asked, smiling as she looked up at him. Her smile, the dim lighting, how sweetly she spoke… Michael could nearly melt on the spot. He couldn’t help being amazed by your boldness. Felix's group is full of girls with the same vain and superficial personality, the opposite of you, but you seem pretty unique. “Fun? But what would we do? It's too late for the cinema, and it's probably going to keep snowing all night.” Michael wondered. “You just said it.” She replied, making Michael even more confused. He just said it?

“Do you mean play in the snow?” he asked her, looking down at her as the small periodic flakes moved about. 

Y/N needed a way to crack his awkward tone, get him comfortable with her, and save his night. It was hoped that she would make a new friend, but she wasn’t quite sure yet. She nodded, answering his question. He must think I’m nuts, she thought to herself. A sudden wave of embarrassment came over her, she was about to just apologize for the stupid suggestion when he spoke.

“O-okay.”

Her face lit up, she truly hadn’t played in the snow since she was a child. Even though she had just met him, she felt safe with him. He was creepy by all means, but something about him intrigued her, possibly attracted him to her. She took his hand and pulled him to the ground with him, she giggled as he looked unimpressed. “Really?” he said annoyed, but her smile was enough to excuse her childish behavior. She laid down and began to make a snow angel. Michael looked at her like she was some foreign specimen in a museum. What on earth is she doing? What if someone saw them?

“Come on Mikey!” she cheered, having the time of her life flailing her limbs in the snow. How she said Mikey nearly drove him crazy, her voice was one he could never forget even if they never saw each other again after today. Reluctantly, he laid down next to her in the snow and made a snow angel. Michael felt stupid for falling in the snow like a little kid, but the idea of making a snow angel with another person in the middle of the night was exciting to him. Your smile fills him with joy. He wasn’t as enthusiastic as her, but he gave in to her strange demand. Michael would never admit it, but he was secretly having the time of his life. 

Y/N stood after she finished her snow angel, Michael didn’t notice it at first until she pulled out her little camera and took a flash picture of her snow angel and him on the ground next to it. Michael stood up–why did she take a picture? “Delete that.”

“Make me,” she smirked, taking another sudden flash picture of his face as he sat up. “Do you usually take pictures of strangers or am I just lucky?” he asked, pursing his lips in annoyance and adding that sarcastic bit at the end. She didn’t notice his annoyance at all or just chose to ignore it. “You’re just lucky. And you’re not a stranger anymore.” Y/N snickered and began to walk off. Michael, of course, followed her. Her comment about no longer being a stranger to her made him smirk softly. The gall of this girl. Michael rolled his eyes and tried to snatch the camera away from her, but she was too quick to put it in her pocket. “Do you plan on taking a million pictures of me now? Because I'm starting to feel a little self-conscious.”

“Why? You’re a pretty man,” she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and he was an idiot for questioning it. That compliment took Michael completely off guard. He froze in his tracks and stared at you, his face immediately turning red and his mouth opened slightly. 

“What?” Y/N chuckled, expecting his reaction. Watching him squirm was just so much fun for her. “Wait... What did you say?” Michael questioned, his tone shaky due to his nerves and the cold. He thought now that he must have misheard her. 

“I said you’re a pretty man.” she replied, like he was stupid for not understanding her attraction to him. In reality, her confidence was just to hide the feelings of feeling a bit rejected. 

Michael stared at her in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the words she just said. Her sudden compliment makes him feel even more self-conscious, his cheeks red and his heart beating much faster. He can barely believe his ears. “You cannot be serious. I am not pretty. It's obvious that I'm not, I don't know why you're trying to make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you?” she asked seriously. “Never.”

Michael noticed her shiver, he still couldn’t get over that someone from Felix Catton’s friend group had called him pretty. This whole evening was a fever dream to him. “Never?” he asked.

“Never,” she confirmed. The two began to walk together around the cold campus in silence for a bit, until Michael spoke up. He was getting cold as well as she was. “So, what's next on our list of silly things to do?” he asked, feeling a bit of an ego boost from her words. “I’m getting cold. We could either stay here and build a snowman… or go back to my dorm?”

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Y-your dorm? Is it close?” he asked. She nodded. “Mhm.” The way she hummed her lips as she spoke made Michael’s stomach flutter. Michael can't help but stare at her when she suddenly says that, the heat rises to his cheeks again, it feels so weird that he is on a snowy night alone with the girl from Felix's group and she asks you to go to her room. “Are... Are you serious? You really want to... To go to your room?” he asked, waiting for her to tell him that she was joking. But she never did. “I am fucking freezing my tits off. Please?” she whined. The mere mention of her tits made him gulp and somehow sweat in this cold weather. He was taken aback by her unexpected choice of words and replied politely. “Okay, yeah. I guess it is a little cold.” he chuckled, stating the obvious as it was well into the negatives. Y/N took Michael’s hand once again, like it was almost second nature, and showed him across campus this time. Michael was thankful she didn’t run this time, he still felt out of breath from that sudden jog earlier. Michael smiles at how impulsive she is, as he lets her take his hand and pull him across campus, the cold biting their faces and their breath rising as they walk through the streets. Although it seems a little weird to Michael to go with her to her room, he can't help but feel happy to have found Y/N on a night as terrible as this one has been up until now.

They reached her dorm. She unlocked it and opened the door, escaping the coldness. She went and flicked on a lamp as Michael entered the single-roomed dorm. Michael stares at her dorm once she switches on the lamp. The place looks cozy and elegant and Michael can't help but wonder what a pretty girl like you lives alone, away from her friends. Michael starts to ask a question, to be a little flirty with you, thinking you may be embarrassed. “So... Do you always bring guys home on such snowy nights? I think that you're supposed to wait for at least three days... You're not really making it easy for me here.” She took his coat. “Huh?” Michael can't help but be amused at the idea that you took his coat from his hands without asking, but he lets you take it and replies in a playful tone. “I was referring to our romantic moment here, you know, there's supposed to be a three-day rule before bringing a guy home. Otherwise, I'll think you're desperate.”

Y/N made a bit of a face at his egotistical words, Michael was borderline calling her a whore. She decided to mess with him a bit. “Who said this was a romantic moment?” Michael felt his heart skip a beat. He softly bit his bottom lip in embarrassment, leaning against the chair of her desk. “I–I… uhm…”

Y/N laughed, approaching him and draping his arms around his shoulders. “I’m fucking with you,” she said teasingly, looking up into his gaze. Michael felt himself immediately relax as he swallowed, letting out a deep breath followed by an awkward chuckle. Michael felt a sudden wave of heat spread to his body when she wrapped her arms around his neck. When she was so close like this, he could feel her body heat radiating off of her and felt the cold receding little by little. “You’re calling me desperate…?” she playfully accused him, cocking her head a bit. “Would you say you're desperate then?” he replied, trying to shake off his shock at her previous answer that rendered him awkward. Y/N chuckled. “Hun. Me? Desperate?” There was a pause. “Are you desperate?”

Her smirk was enough to melt him. Michael can't help but feel amused at her attitude. He leaned his face closer to hers as he replied, while his sudden hand on her waist drew her closer to him. “Desperate? Why would I be desperate? I'm the one here with the pretty girl in my arms.”

She hummed a bit, looking into his eyes with a soft smirk. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, it felt like a joke to Michael when she asked that. She was one of the prettiest girls on campus in his opinion. Her face was so geometrically perfect in a mathematical sense that it made Michael wonder what her parents had to have looked like. She didn’t look like one who would mess around with plastic surgery, even at such a young age. Michael smirked as he leaned his face even closer to hers, with one hand now caressing her cheek and looking her right in the eyes directly. She can hardly breathe with your lips barely inches away from his.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he spoke seriously, his words bouncing off his lips and onto hers. Michael's smirk deepens as he leans even closer, just a few inches from her smooth lips, and his voice lowers. “May I?” he asked, reiterating her question from earlier in the evening when she asked for his hand to pull him away from the pub. She answered by kissing him, her lips touching his. She could tell he was a bit inexperienced, but he kept up with the pace nicely. It was almost like he was eager to learn. Michael instantly froze when she kissed him so softly, so perfectly. He suddenly felt that his heart was beating like crazy. He closed his eyes and kissed her, pulling her even closer, feeling both her body warmth and the kiss against his lips. She could see a little excitement in his eyes when he finally broke the kiss. 

“Have you ever done this before?” Y/N asked sweetly, not trying to embarrass him. She just wanted an honest answer, not to tease him. “Never. Not really. I never had such a pretty girl come into my life and kiss me like you did. Are you asking me if I'm experienced or not?”

Michael felt like he had won when he saw her true blush rise to her cheeks, they were no longer red from the cold. “I don’t mean to be rude but… are you?” she asked hesitantly, making sure to ask with utmost care and to sound as sincere as she could. Michael is surprised by her bluntness, but this is exactly why he likes her, her personality is completely opposite to Oliver's vapid friends. He's so impressed by her that he decides to be direct, he doesn't want to hide anything from you now. “Well, if you must know, I... I don't have a lot of experience with women. To be perfectly honest with you, no one has ever cared enough to kiss me until now.”

Y/N pouted her lip a bit in a sweet way, brushing a piece of hair behind his ear. “Awwe, Mikey.” 

Michael is so moved by the way she called him ‘Mikey’ and touched his hair. That made him completely lose his composure. He feels a surge of emotion as you look at him intently, and even without realizing it, his face gets very close to yours. His hands move on their own, caressing the beautiful face in front of him, and he can't help but whisper softly. “What you said…” Michael took a deep breath, feeling a bit embarrassed to admit this. “You're the first–first girl t-to care about me like that and to kiss me like that.”

Y/N smiled. She felt special to be his first kiss, even if she kind of expected him to be inexperienced. It was then that she decided he was it. She didn’t need her rich, egotistical friends. All she needed was her bratty boy who stood right in front of her. “I find that hard to believe since you’re such a pretty boy.” she smirked, again enjoying watching him squirm. Michael smiled softly and answered in a teasing tone. “Do you want this as much as I do?”

He felt himself using the joking spin on his tone to make it easy for her to back out, he hadn’t realized she was head over heels for him already. He wouldn’t for a very long time, in fact. The sheer thought that a girl as pretty as her would even look his way seemed like divine intervention. 

“Of course I do.” she smiled, kissing him again. This time though, he led her over to her bed, not breaking the kiss as she sat down on her bed. “You kinda know what you’re doing.” she tried to give him some props, to make him a bit more comfortable. Michael chuckled softly and his face blushed a little as she said that, he replied in a playful tone, but he couldn't hide the nervous tone in his voice. “Heh, it's just instinct. I think it would be hard not to know a little bit about this considering your beauty. It's hard to not keep my hands off you.” 

Again, he made her blush and he was in bliss. 

“Instinct or the internet?” she smirked, pushing him down on her bed. His eyes grew wide as she did, he felt his heart nearly burst out of his chest. Michael blushed again when she began to tease him into oblivion. The softness of the covers makes him feel extremely cozy and the warmth of her body feels like heaven. He looks at you and answers your teasing tone. “Okay, maybe I'm a little bit of a pervert and maybe I watched a few adult videos before... But it's also instinct.”

She chuckled at his formality, saying ‘adult videos’ instead of porn. She smirked as she replied, having now sat on his thighs. “That’s adorable.” Y/N began to pull at his shirt. Michael's face is completely red at this point, she can see how he is lost in his emotions and her touch feels so good that he is completely distracted. Y/N can see how he leans his body forward as you pull his shirt off with both hands, enjoying the warmth of his skin being touched. He closes his eyes and whispers softly. “I-If this is what it feels like to be with a gorgeous girl like you, then I wish it happened to me much earlier.”

The praise this boy was giving her was already making her wet. She didn’t know if he was doing it intentionally or not, but she loved being worshiped by him. She had never felt this from any other man, Michael was the first to truly feel like he was honored to be under her will. Y/N quickly threw off her shirt, leaving her in her favorite bra. Michael couldn’t believe he was going to see boobs in real life for the first time. He could not believe his situation right now, as she was the prettiest girl in Felix's group, he never imagined that you would pull him to your room in the middle of a snowy night, and much less that you would strip him right there on your bed. He had now seemingly lost his pants, leaving him in his boxers. When your hands move to pull his boxers off, Michael's breath catches in his throat and all he can do is look at you and admire that beautiful body of yours which is so close now.

“Wait,” he spoke quietly. “Let me just look.”

His hand moved to her waist, taking in her body like a goddess. Y/N turned red. 

“No, please don’t be embarrassed,” Michael spoke caringly, he felt terrible for making her turn red. “Y-you’re just the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen in my whole life.”

Y/N could have melted from his words. And in his praise she smiled, letting her bra fall from her chest and threw it on the floor. Michael’s hands moved to the bottom of her breast, not touching it yet. His thumb rested under it, wrapping the rest of his hand around the side of her chest and to her back. He softly moved his thumb back and forth on her chest, avoiding her breast. “Can I?” he asked respectfully. Y/N nodded, smiling at his innocence and how much he even respected her to ask if he could touch her. 

His hand touched her breast and he let out a little whimper. His glasses were completely fogged. “My god,” he said in awe, brushing his thumb against her nipple. She didn’t expect him to be this enthralled by her. For his good behavior, she leaned her bare chest on his, using it as a balance as she slid off her jeans, leaving her in only her panties. She felt Michael gulp. “Are you okay?”

Michael nodded fervently. “Yes, yes perfect.” he stuttered a bit, pushing his glasses up on his face. She kissed him, her hands moving to his tiny waist as she used her tongue for the first time to kiss him, he moaned into her lips. She pulled away and chuckled. “You’re fucking adorable,” she said, pulling his boxers down now. 

She sighed as she felt his cock move against her underwear, Michael nearly shot up in bed. She chuckled. “Is everything okay?”

His glasses now crooked, he could barely speak. She grinded a bit on his hard cock, eliciting a noise from him Michael didn’t even know he could make. He nodded.

“P-please…” he whimpered. Y/N didn’t know if she wanted to be straightforward or tease him a bit. He looked so needy, so desperate as one of his hands moved to her waist. “I’m begging you–”

She moved her panties to the side, letting the head of his cock move through her wet folds. He nearly busted a nut right then and there. He moaned like no other, almost like he was in pain. But it was quite the opposite. “Do you want it?” she asked him, appeasing herself and teasing him slightly. She sighed, rolling her head back as the tip of his cock swiped past her clit. 

“Yes! Yes! God, yes, more than anything, please.” he begged, trying his hardest not to move her hips and just push himself into her. She finally gave in to his demands, letting herself sink down onto his cock. He pushed his head back, barely breathing as she moved slowly on top of him, his breath caught as she began to ride him. “S-so good…”

She felt his cock push against her g-spot almost immediately, which was strange as she didn’t get a good look at it before. He was surprisingly large. She moaned as it made contact, pressing her hand down on his chest. “Ohhh, baby.” she spoke softly, leaning her head back. Michael’s gaze snapped back up to her, watching her ride his cock. He felt himself growing close already, as she had already been riding him for nearly a minute. He was in ultimate bliss, watching her bounce on his cock. 

“I can’t–!” Michael mumbled. He suddenly realized that he was going in raw, and he was about to cum.

“It’s okay, Mikey. It’s safe.” she could barely speak, as she would explain later that she was on birth control. As she called him ‘Mikey’ again, it was the final push. He grunted as he came, pulling her down on top of him as he did. She didn’t expect this aggressiveness, but understood his need for her. He buried his head in her shoulder as he moaned, pumping his cock into her slowly for a last few times, she felt him kiss her neck. “S’good,” she spoke, pretending to cum with him. Even though it was pleasurable for her, she didn’t cum as quickly as him. She didn’t want to ruin his ego, so she gave him the illusion of faking it. But she wasn’t worried. This wasn’t the last time this would ever happen, he had plenty of other times to make her cum. 

He slowly soaked in her, holding her body against his trembling one. Michael was in shock, not being able to believe what just happened. He had no clue his night would end up like this, and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Who knew Oliver Quick abandoning him at a pub was the best thing that ever happened to him? 

She slowly rolled off of him, squishing against the wall in their very limited space on the dormitory’s bed. Y/N chortled when she saw Michael’s face, his glasses were even more crooked and he looked like he had just seen god. “You alright?”

“More than alright, actually.” he spoke out, breathing heavily. She moved a blanket over the two, as the cold was seeping in from her window. She nuzzled up against his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “I’m glad I got this time alone with you.”

As she said that, Michael knew he had completely fallen for this girl and he would never let her go. How she cared for him, how she spoke, and just the whole events of that evening had made him want to start saving money for a ring.

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Lead Me to You

Word Count: ~1,050 words~ Trope: Enemies to Lovers?

Summary: Forced to partner in Yule Ball dance lessons, Mattheo Riddle slowly finds himself enjoying your company—until he overhears you have a date with Cormac McLaggen. That’s when he decides to take matters into his own hands.

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The moment your hands met, you knew this was going to be a disaster.

Mattheo’s grip was too tight, fingers curling around yours like he was bracing for battle rather than a dance. His movements were rigid, his body tense—like he expected the entire room to explode at any moment.

"You’re supposed to follow the rhythm," you murmured, trying to guide him.

"I don’t take orders," he snapped, yanking you into a turn so abruptly you nearly tripped.

A sharp snicker came from your left. Theodore Nott, watching with barely contained amusement as he danced with Pansy, smirked.

"Damn, Mattheo. Are you dancing or trying to hex her?"

Mattheo shot him a glare, but it didn’t change the fact that he was comically terrible at this. He moved like someone who had never had to be gentle—someone who had spent his whole life preparing to strike first, not to hold.

The moment McGonagall dismissed the class, he tore his hands away as if burned, muttering something about a waste of time before stalking off.

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The next lesson wasn’t much better.

Mattheo was still stiff, still completely incapable of grace, and still refused to meet your eyes. His movements were jerky, his grip too firm, and when you stumbled over your own feet, he scoffed.

"Pay attention."

You huffed. "You’re the one leading."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should keep up."

Despite his sharp words, something was different this time. His frustration wasn’t as venomous, his insults not as sharp. He was still tense, still scowling, but… he was trying.

And when he finally twirled you without disaster, his brows lifted—just for a second—before he masked his surprise with a scoff.

"Not bad, Riddle," you teased.

He only huffed in response, but when the lesson ended, he didn’t shove you away this time.

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The teasing started soon after.

Theodore, being Theodore, couldn’t help but jab at Mattheo for his own entertainment. Every time Mattheo’s gaze lingered on you for too long—whether it was in the corridor or across the Great Hall—Theo wiggled his eyebrows, grinning like he knew something Mattheo hadn’t quite figured out yet.

"You’re staring," Blaise remarked one afternoon, smirking over his coffee cup.

Mattheo scowled, stabbing at his food. "I’m not."

"Right," Theo drawled. "And I’m a Gryffindor."

Mattheo rolled his eyes, but he didn’t glance your way again. At least, not while they were watching.

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Then came the overheard conversation.

"I still can’t believe you said yes to him," your friend huffed, nudging you as you packed up your books.

You shrugged. "Well, he seems nice."

"Cormac McLaggen?" She scoffed. "You Hufflepuffs are too nice."

Mattheo hadn’t meant to listen. You were just so close—your group settled at the Three Broomsticks, bags at your feet, probably from dress shopping. But the second he heard you said yes—something in him went rigid.

His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around his drink until his knuckles turned white.

You had a date. And McLaggen, of all people.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

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By the last lesson, the steps had become familiar.

His hands were no longer hesitant, his movements less aggressive. He didn’t treat you like something fragile—nor something he wanted to break.

But something else was happening.

He caught himself watching you—the way your hair brushed over your shoulder, the way you focused so intently on perfecting every step. It was irritating. Distracting.

His grip on your waist tightened slightly.

"You got a date?" he asked suddenly, voice carefully neutral.

You blinked, surprised. "Why?"

He shrugged, feigning boredom. "Just wondering who’s got the misfortune of dancing with you all night."

But there was something behind his words—something sharp, something possessive.

And when you smiled, amused, and answered yes—it made his blood boil.

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 The night of the Yule Ball arrived, and Mattheo was restless.

He hadn’t planned to care. He hadn’t planned to even think about it.

But then he saw you.

And worse—he saw someone else dancing with you. A Gryffindor. Of course.

Something inside him snapped.

Before he could second-guess himself, he strode forward, cutting in without so much as a glance at your partner.

"I’m taking over," he said, smirking—but there was an edge to it, something dangerous, something real.

And when your hands met this time, he wasn’t stiff. He wasn’t hesitant.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t just dancing.

He was claiming something he hadn’t even realized he wanted.

You arched a brow, amusement dancing in your eyes. "So you finally figured it out?"

Mattheo exhaled sharply, tugging you just a little closer. His voice was low, rough, edged with something undeniably certain.

"Shut up," he muttered. "Just let me have you."

You laughed softly. "You could’ve just asked me, you know."

He smirked, the cockiness returning—but this time, there was something else behind it. Something raw. Something real.

His fingers brushed against your cheek, lingering for just a moment before trailing down to your waist. And then, with a confident pull, he dipped you back—holding you firmly, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

"I want to kiss you," he murmured.

A challenge flickered in your gaze. "Then do it."

And he did.

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♡-fluff ☆-angst ✉-dealer!chris

u spin me all around.☆

in which you and chris have a toxic relationship and you're trying everything you can to make him like you again but its no use.

clingy.♡

in which your enemy since childhood suddenly becomes very clingy towards you and turns up at your window after no contact from you.

captain.☆

in which your at a new school and you want to try out for the ice hockey team you being a girl makes chris assume differently.

grow up.☆♡

in which you and chris are teen parents and with chris' cheating past its hard to trust him but you make it work for your daughter.

you up?✉☆

in which chris is your friend with benefits currently in his phase of being obssessed with you so hes begging you to 'just come over' late at night.

you up? v2.✉☆

in which you and chris have been friends with benefits for a while but you're getting sick of his phases of hate towards you so you finally confront him.

hey...♡✰

in which chris is the grumpy guy who everyone seems to love and you've moved classes to his english class and you're stood at the front waiting to be seated.

mute.♡✰

in which you became mute after a traumatic event and everyone hates you for it, but the grumy new guy decides you're just misunderstood.

on and off.✰

in which you and chris are toxic friends with benefits but you can't seem to let him go even though you argue daily about him using you for sex.

are just friends? ♡

in which you and chris are 'best friends' but you're like a couple and chris was tired of pretending theres nothing between you so he decides to finally ask the big question.

seriously?✉♡✰

in which you and chris are a polar opposite couple, hes a drug dealer who keeps you secret for 'safety' but now you finally have time together and he's still working.

spoil.♡

in which chris is your rich, business owner husband, he had to cancel a date due to working late so he gives you his card, expecting you to spend thousands.

they'll stop.♡✰

in which chris was kicked out of his old school for fighting and was planning on doing the same here until he see's a girl he decides worth defending and staying for.

cut the camera.♡

in which chris is your boyfriend and today you're a guest on his and his brothers podcast for youtube and they're asking you questions.

im yours.♡✰

in which you and chris recently broke up and he has a new girl but you know you will always be his. he knew everything about you and recently he's been staring a lot.

just for tonight.✰

in which chris is the schools player and you're the only person he hasn't been with but he needs your help with his parents comments at dinner by bringing you as a date.

tour.✰

in which your the new, rich girl and the schools biggest player, who you've been warned about is your tour guide to show you around.

different.♡✰

in which you and chris are 2 different people but suddenly he see's you after so long and wants to get to know you, despite everyone calling you 'weird'.

liar.✰

in which chris is accusing you of cheating, even with his multiple cheats on you. you see the 'evidence' and you realise its believable enough, but its definitely not you.

your drug dealer.✉♡

in which chris is your drug dealer and he's been acting a lot like a boyfriend recently, he finishes some deals and messages you.

distracted.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend and he's been bad in hockey recently, all his team mates blame you, including the one who constantly hits on you and chris loses it.

morning.♡

in which chris is your childhood bestfriend who moved due to blowing up online and he still texts you good morning when he knows its morning time for you.

sticky fingers.♡✰✉

in which you and chris are very young parents but chris has a habit of stealing stuff for you, you decide to trust him today while doing errands.

nail tech.♡✰

in which chris is your ex but you're still his and his brothers nail tech. today its just chris getting his nails done.

dumbass.♡

in which you are the smart girl and chris is your slightly slower boyfriend who you've been with since freshman year.

hate game?✰

in which you and chris are dating but recently he's been toxic and secretive, aswell as the hate you both receive its hard but you feel like you're the only one trying.

hooters.♡

in which you're a hooters worker and chris has been coming in a lot more recently with his brothers.

food tech.♡✰

in which you're a uk food tech student and you've been paired with the fuckboy, chris to do your 'experiment'

glass child.♡✰

in which chris is your brothers best friend and he's the only one whos noticed how alone and shut off you've become recently.

speak up.♡✰

in which chris is a frat boy who's had most girls in his bed but when he finally sees you, the quiet girl he makes it his lifes mission to get you too.

gentle.♡✰

in which chris is your foster dad who realised the best way to stay close to you is to take the gentle parenting approach.

it's fine.✰

in which you and chris got forced into a arranged marriage at a young age and now your arguing everyday since you moved in together.

you're here?♡✰

in which you're a popstar and you're nervous to perfrom for the first time, your ex chris turns up trying to get you back after cheating, increasing your nerves.

neighbour.✰

in which chris the cocky, hockey captain is your neighbour who you absolutely hate because of how loud his parties are.

perfect.♡✰

in which chris is the captain of the hockey team and for the end of year game his team has to learn to be bases for the cheerleaders and you get paired with him.

nightmare.♡

in which chris has came home from a business trip and you forgot to tell him about your recent nightmares.

mad hatter.✰✉

in which you and chris are friends with benefits but you're staring to realise he only wants you when you're high, making you a whole lot more toxic.

late.♡✰

in which you're the new girl and you're basically mute from how quiet you are, you're late already and you get sat next to chris.

why'd you lie.✰

in which you and chris broke up and chris decided to lie to everyone, of course everyone believed him but you still have no clue what he said exactly.

you're always there.♡✰

in which you're chris' ex and his mum loves you so much so when you take his stuff back she invites you in.

she's mine.♡✰

in which chris is your protective boyfriend and today hes late to school, you being alone gives chris' enemy other ideas.

what?♡✰

in which chris is secretly dealing and you think he's cheating so you wait to find out whats really going on.

young and dumb.♡✰

in which you're about to give birth very young and you want to see how chris is handling himself.

she'll be back.♡✰

in which you are chris' main hookup and you cut him off because you feel used but he's positive that you'll return.

her?♡✰

in which chris is the popular player and you're the quiet girl, chris never knew you even existed but what happens when he finally sees you?

messed up.♡✰✉

in which your dealer roomate chris comes back late at night and you can tell he is in pain, not that he'll ever admit it.

dinner.♡✰

in which yours and chris' parents are big business owners and they are determined to get you two together.

its done.✰

in which you and chris are the popular couple who recently broke up due to being toxic and you need to speak to him but he's with his friends.

roomate.✰

in which you find out you have to share a college dorm with your highschool enemy for the rest of college.

reunion♡✰

in which you're chris' ex but his family still means a lot to you, you and your mum came to their bbq where you'll have to face chris after the breakup.

singer.♡

in which chris is your boyfriend who loves that you do music and loves watching you sing your new songs.

mean.♡✰

in which you and chris are in the same friend group but chris makes it his lifes mission to make you feel miserable to hide his true feelings.

the baby project.♡✰

in which chris is your biggest enemy and you get paired together to be parents to a doll for your class.

stepbrother.♡✰

in which chris is your stepbrother who you live with but you rarely talk any of them since you're not very well liked.

he's a sweetheart.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer who is very blunt but also tries to hide his huge soft spot for you even with no label.

hey ma.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer whos been dropping your rpices like crazy and you need some weed late at night.

hey ma v2.♡✰✉

in which chris is your dealer whos been dropping your prices lately, u havent heard from him in a while until he gets off a big deal.

therapist.♡✰

in which chris is your therapist and he started the job thinking it would be just about drama and gossip at school but your sessions make him realise otherwise.

collab.♡

in which you, chris and his brothers are filming a collab video for youtube and chris realises he the only one who hasn't got your number

roll it.♡✰✉

in which chris is your roomate and also a dealer who you can only just tolerate and you shock him by asking him to roll one even when you're so against smoking.

enemies to lovers.✰

in which chris is your enemy but you have to go to his house because of your families friendship.

holiday crush.♡

in which you're on a trip to see your best friend and a boy called chris catches your eye while you're on the beach.

did u?♡✰✉

in which chris is your legal gaurdian and you're suddenly interrupted while having dinner by the police.

prom?♡✰

in which chris your best friend and everyone says he like you but you just brush it off, you both have very different opinions about the upcoming prom.

how do you feel?♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend who has made it clear he is not quite ready for kids but you just found out you were pregnant and you have to tell him.

bfb.♡✰✉

in which chris is your best friends brother and also a dealer, you've stayed over due to some home issues and you try to find your friend in the morning.

child.✰

in which you and chris have a kid together but you broke up so you rarely see him until you both get called into the school office because of a fight.

bsf's gf.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriends best friend who's always there and you dont know he's secretly liked you for ages and he hates the way his best friend is treating you.

i hate it here.♡✰

in which chris has been your boyfriend for a while but you have only just let him come over which means your controlling mum will meet him.

smartass.♡✰

in which chris your boyfriend and you're super smart but hes on the slower side and you're finally back in school after having a while off.

debate.✰

in which your in debate class which happens to be full of boys and today were having the discussion of the 'man or bear?' debate.

not a big drinker.♡✰✉

in which you moved in with chris and he's obviously not your biggest fan because he loves being drunk but hes not allowed since you arrived.

separated.✰✉

in which chris is a mean player and you have to live with his family so you attempt to be friends with them.

stress.♡✰

in which chris is your calm boyfriend but you stress about everything but hes determined to help you be calmer.

am i even there?♡✰

in which chris is popular for being a huge player and you're the quiet girl, everyone loves chris and for some reason nobody likes you so you keep getting shipped.

he's so nice.♡

in which chris is the player who isn't cruel and stays friends with all the girls he lets down slowly and seems to be the only one raised half right in his friend group.

can we just talk?♡✰✉

in which chris isn't bothered to help you when you've begged him for help for a long time and its becoming draining.

back up.♡✰

in which you recently became a popular influencer and your boyfriend chris has become clingy even at the mall.

different.♡✰

in which chris is your boyfriend but you're polar opposites since he's more on the wealthy side but you're definitely not.

support.♡✰

in which chris is a behavior teacher and since your old one left on maternity leave he's replaced her and you're now meeting him.

what are you doing?!✰

in which you live with chris' family and he hates it because he thinks you're so innocent but you prove him wrong by accident.

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Hands-On Experience

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💕 Square Guard x Circle Guard User

💕word count: 600

💕tags: smut, oral sex, praise, handjob

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Training to be a guard was tough to say the least. Learning to do all of the small tasks as the lowest rank of a circle guard wasn’t proving to come naturally to you. In an attempt to help you out, you had been assigned a square guard to show you the ropes.

From preparing the games, to cleaning up and the various other tasks, your mentor had certainly been hands on. Dark corners where the cameras don’t reach and backrooms in the kitchen are just a few of places the older guard had taught you more than just work.

Currently, you were down in the kitchen sorting portions for each player. A tedious, boring part of the job that numbed your mind. Just as you were placing cartons of milk into rows, you felt strong hands wrapping around your waist.

The square guard behind you leaned down, head against the crook of your neck. You could feel the heat from his body, leaning your hips back to feel his bulge pressing up against you.

“See what you do to me, baby?” He whispers, voice deep and smooth. Pulling you back against his chest, his hands began to wander. Slowly, gently trailing up and down your body, over each muscle and curve. “So fucking perfect…”

Pushing his mask up, he leaned down to kiss your neck, nipping and biting at your smooth skin. Dark hickeys littered your neck, leading down to your collar bones. He chuckled darkly, listening to your breathy moans as he worked your body.

The guard turned you around, unzipping his jumpsuit. Taking your hand, he led you to his hard bulge, allowing you to feel over his underwear. “You learn best with hands on experience, right?” He murmurs, moving your hand up and down. Soft sighs tumble from his lips, and he pulls down his underwear, realising his throbbing cock.

You take his length in your hand, working the shaft with steady paces. Running your fingers along the thick vein on the underside, you feel him watching you with approval. You sink onto your knees, leaning forward to press messy kisses around the tip.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he sighs, eyes falling closed. “You know what to do.”

Swirling your tongue around the tip, you take his cock in your mouth. Looking up through your lashes, you begin to bob your head. Your eyes slip closed, lost in the sensation of pleasing him so well.

Resting his hand on your head, he moans deeply. Pushing your head down slowly, he chuckles as you gag around him. Guiding your head, he continues to let out moans as you work so prettily. He adored the expression on your face, so submissive and drunk on his cock. “You’re so good at taking my cock, baby. I taught you well, huh?”

You feel him thrust his cock as you bob your head, pushing the thick shaft down your throat. His moans slip out, clearly getting closer to his climax. “Don’t fucking stop… you’re so good, keep being good for me like that.”

His praises spur you on, working his cock as best as you can. You feel him hold your head in place, moaning deeply as he comes to the edge. Hot cum spurts down your throat, his eyes shut as he feels your mouth around him.

Looking up at him, you wait until he pulls out before swallowing. Cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, you stay kneeling. His hand reaches down to stroke your cheek, giving you a satisfied smirk.

“You’re clever, aren’t you? Not so hard to teach after all.”

[mitfloya]

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairings. Yandere Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 2k

synopsis. You find yourself lost searching for answers that slip through your grasp. There is a mysterious force that lures you back to the vast depths of the sea, a pull that you can't quite comprehend, a strange connection. It haunts your thoughts, you wanted to find out why does your soul keeps guiding you to ocean.

Only to find the truth that you wish to never uncover.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiii, I'm back from the dead, I hope it's good (be gentle with me this is my first fic I've created) or evoke some kind of emotions, whatever it may be. I may have gone a little overboard with everything. This will be a small series, maybe there will be 3 parts or up to 5 parts, depends on my mood. Also, this is my thank you gift for the celebration of hitting another milestone on my c.ai acc ♡

The waves, like gentle giants, rolled towards the shore, their white foamy crests crashing against the rocks with a resounding roar. The sound echoed in your ears. With each surge, the water created intricate patterns, as if painting an ever-changing masterpiece upon the canvas of the beach.

Some crashed against the rocks with a powerful force, while others gently caressed the sand, their touch as gentle as a lover's whisper. 

Standing there, your feet were gently lapped by the waves near the shore, your eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the sea, you felt an inexplicable pull, as if there was a profound bond between you and the ocean.

Yet, you couldn't quite comprehend why.

Lost in contemplation, you imagined how the cool waters of the sea would embrace you, enveloping you in their refreshing embrace. It was in these moments that you found solace and tranquility in the presence of nature.

The ebb and flow of the waves became a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away any worries or troubles that burdened your mind.

Yet, amidst the serenity, there was a sense of familiarity, as if there were fragments of a forgotten memory lurking within your subconscious. Every time you found yourself by the sea or on a sandy beach, a whisper of a memory danced at the edge of your thoughts, just out of reach.

Lost in your thoughts, distant calls of your name went unheard as you drifted into a daze, completely captivated by the sea, you didn't noticed the water has gone up to your knees level. It was only when a familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back from the water, that you snapped out of your daze.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" His voice rang out, a mix of concern and annoyance. "You were about to walk straight into the deep sea! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?" he exclaimed, gently pulling you back to the safety of the shore.

Startled, your gaze locked with his eyes, a blend of deep purple with delicate speckles of pink. In that moment, you found yourself drowning in the vastness of his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.

His eyes held a mix of emotions, like a tumultuous sea that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't help but wonder if your encounter was more than just a coincidence, if there was a greater significance to the intertwining of your paths. The depths of his gaze seemed to hold the answers, yet they also posed more questions, leaving you both intrigued and captivated.

There was something undeniable about the connection you shared, a magnetic pull that transcended mere concern. In that moment, you realized that his eyes held more than just worry for your safety—they held a glimpse of a deeper connection, an unspoken understanding that seemed to bind you together.

The depth of his concern in the eyes are as clear as day, it momentarily puts you lost at words.

The situation slowly sank in, you realized that you had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you had unconsciously ventured into dangerous waters. The level of danger had escalated beyond what you initially thought, as the water had gradually risen without your awareness.

You blinked, your voice betraying a tinge of guilt as you stammered out. "I… I didn't even realize," you admitted, your words laden with a sense of remorse,. "The ocean… it just pulls me in. I can't explain it." Your eyes darted around, avoiding contact with Rafayel.

He sees the way you looked at the sea, sensing that you were searching for something, perhaps a connection or understanding.

In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope momentarily danced across Rafayel's face, as if he believed you had finally recollected something significant to him.

…But as he searched your eyes, that tiny glimmer faded, replaced by a mix of disappointment and frustration.

A deep sigh escaped Rafayel's lips, his eyes rolling with visible exasperation. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if the ocean has some deep, personal connection to you," he muttered dismissively.

The atmosphere grew heavy with an unspoken tension, as Rafayel's words hung in the air. It was clear that he felt let down, hoping for a shared understanding that seemed to elude him once again.

Rafayel's frustration grew evident as he let out an exasperated huff, pushing away his bangs with an irritated sweep of his hand. "Look, we've got enough problems trying to win this damn classroom competition. We don't need you drowning yourself in the process." His head shook slightly, a clear expression of annoyance etched upon his face.

You felt a pang of regret wash over you, seeing the frustration etched on Rafayel's face. "Thanks for being worried, I guess," you mumbled, your tone tinged with a touch of bitterness. He could've said it nicely at the very least, you thought.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for nearly getting yourself drowned, you quickly shifted your gaze to the expanse of the ocean stretched out before you.

The colors of the sea danced before your eyes, shifting seamlessly from the vibrant hues of turquoise to the deeper shades of indigo, as if an artist's brush had painted a masterpiece on the water's surface.

You couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden world beneath the surface. Little did you know, you had been conversing with one of those hidden beings all along.

You noticed Rafayel's hands waving in front of your face, interrupting your oceanic reverie.

"I've heard the locals said that there is a mythical creature who roamed around this water, can you guess what it is?" His voice took on an eerie cadence. His head tilted slightly, as if he was assessing your reaction.

"Legend has it that those who make a pact with this sea creature are granted a special favor," he weave the tale as his gaze were penetrating your skin. "However," he paused, his words dripping with anticipation. "If one were to forget or break their oath, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic."

Drawing near, he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. "They would face a fate far more harrowing than their most dreadful nightmares could ever conjure." His breath made your skin crawl, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The tale he spoke of leave you with an eerie sense that there was more to this tale than met the eye. It was as if the threads of the story resonated with a deeper part of your being, stirring emotions and images that had long been dormant.

Yet, you shook off the discomfort, determined not to let Rafayel's words unravel your sense of reality, even as they lingered in your mind, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.

With a light-hearted push, you nudge him away with your elbow, mustering a witty retort to maintain the casual banter. "Nice try, but I'm not one to fall victim to the legends of mermaids."

Unfazed, Rafayel continues to weave his tale, his voice dripping with a seductive charm. "How so? Don't their enchanting melodies and mysterious allure at least pique your curiosity?"

The weight of his words settled upon you, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. Yet, you maintain your composure, "Well, Rafayel," you taunt, "if mermaids are truly as captivating as you claim, perhaps I should take my chances. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to befriend a mermaid."

Oh, you already did and it was more than that.

Your soul remembers him, resonating with a familiarity that defies logic, while your conscious mind grapples with the mystery of who he truly is and where your paths have crossed before.

It's like your souls hold a hidden story, a shared history that teases the edges of your awareness, just beyond your grasp. The unspoken bond that lingers between you cannot be denied, as if your paths are intricately woven together, waiting to be unraveled.

In his presence, you find yourself both anchored and adrift, caught between the intangible and the tangible. The ties that bind you are not of this physical realm, but of a deeper dimension where emotions and memories intertwine like the ebb and flow of the tide.

There is a profound bond between you that goes beyond mere attraction, as if you have shared lifetimes together before.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water, you and Rafayel became entranced by the moment, surrendering to the breathtaking beauty of the sea.

The scenery sparked a creative fire within you, the gentle dance of the waves mirrored the rhythm of your thoughts, as if the ocean had bestowed upon you the ideal theme for the upcoming classroom decoration competition. It was as if the universe had handed you a vibrant palette, ready to bring your ideas to life.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as an idea began to take shape in your mind. "Hey, what if we choose the ocean as our theme? We could create an underwater wonderland, wouldn't that be cool?" you suggested, your voice filled with enthusiasm.

Rafayel eyes widened with surprise, he took a moment to consider the suggestion. "That's actually not bad," he shrugged, his tone casual yet intrigued. "We could use blue and turquoise hues to mimic the ocean's colors, and hang paper jellyfish and other sea creatures from the ceiling. It'll be like stepping into an enchanting underwater realm."

The two of you continued to brainstorm all the way home, ideas flowing like a current, as you imagined transforming your classroom into a captivating oceanic paradise.

As the sounds of crashing waves slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your footsteps, a familiar banter and laughter filled the air. The easy camaraderie between you and Rafayel created a warm and comfortable atmosphere, where the worries of the day seemed to melt away.

Minutes passed by, as if time had lost its grip on the endless conversations and moments of solace shared with Rafayel. He was like a soothing balm for your weary soul, a safe haven where your restless mind could find peace. His presence was like a sanctuary, where the weight of your worries seemed to dissipate into thin air.

Regrettably, the front gate of your house loomed before you, signaling the end of this cherished connection. With a warm smile, you waved goodbye to Rafayel, a bittersweet farewell that left an ache in your heart. "We'll talk more later, see you at school tomorrow!" you called out, hoping to preserve the thread of conversation that had woven its way into your shared journey.

He reciprocated with a smile and a wave, his eyes following you until you disappeared behind the closed door. As the facade he wore crumbled, a torrent of emotions flooded Rafayel's mind the moment you were safely inside. Frustration tightened its grip, as he struggled to understand how something so vital between the two of you could slip from your memory.

However, a twisted sense of satisfaction settled within him, as he relished in the knowledge of your home, a piece of your personal life that he now possessed, fueling a dangerous determination to claim you as his own.

This was never your home, and it would never be, for he had vowed to create a sanctuary where only he could offer you peace and happiness you deserved.

He knew that he had to do more, to make you realize the depth of his feelings. With unwavering resolve, Rafayel promised himself that he would build a world for you, free from any disturbances or distractions.

No one else would have access to this sacred space; it would be an intimate domain that existed solely for him and you.

"Wait for me, my love. I'll show you how much I adore you."

© mitfloya 2024. Kindly refrain from altering, translating, or reposting my works on any platform without obtaining my consent.

[pnghoon]

clay impressions

PARK SUNGHOON [성훈] ── 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

୨୧ pairing : !nonidol hoon x fem potter!reader ꒰wc : 590꒱

୨୧ genre + content warnings : fluff, slight skinship, not proof read

୨୧ synopsis : in which sunghoon, the new guy in town spots a pottery club and joins because of the pretty girl he saw mentoring in the window.

writer's note ─ what the...juno's first ever work that isn't c.ai bot related??? this must be a dream.. (hehe im joking) anyways enough with the sarcasm--I finally decided to upload this story that's been in my drafts for a while. ik it's not what you're usually used to but lmk what you think of it and if I should continue >< if you enjoyed reading it, please be sure to like & reblog !! ♡

sunghoon hadn’t planned on joining a pottery club. in fact, he hadn’t planned on much beyond unpacking his boxes and finding the nearest coffee shop. but as he mindlessly wandered down the charming main street of his new small town, something—or rather, someone—caught his eye.

the large window in front of the small building cramped between a bookstore and a bakery offered a glimpse of what lay inside: clay-covered hands shaping a delicate piece, laughter echoing softly, and cozy lighting. but what truly captivated sunghoon was the girl behind the wheel. her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few stray strands framing her face as she concentrated on the clay piece in front of her. she looked like a masterpiece in the making, even with all those smudged beige streaks on her cheeks.

without thinking twice and perhaps blindly urged by his smitten heart, sunghoon pushed open the door, the bell above chiming cheerfully. he approached the counter, trying to appear casual as he signed up for a beginner's class.

the next day, he found himself sitting in a circle of eager faces, dressed casual in a stone grey knit zip up—clay ready at hand. his heart raced when the girl from the window stepped forward, your features even more captivating in person.

"hi, everyone! i'm y/n, and i'll be your mentor for today.”

sunghoon's attempts at crafting anything remotely vase-like were laughable. his first piece looked like it had been crafted by a particularly enthusiastic toddler, another imaging more of a lopsided pancake recipe gone wrong. so—maybe pottery wasn’t his thing. he glanced around, hoping no one noticed, only to lock eyes with none other than you. you smiled, a glint of amusement in your eyes as you made your way over to him.

"need some help?" you asked, your voice warm and gentle.

"very. turns out pottery isn't my hidden talent," sunghoon replied with a soft sigh and bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

you chuckled, your laugh like music to his ears. "don’t worry, you're here to learn right? let's start from the basics.”

as you slowly guided his hands with your own clay covered ones, sunghoon couldn't help but notice the spark in her eyes, the way your fingers danced with the clay like it was meant to be sculpted and formed with your delicate digits. through your gentle ministration and shared laughter, his lump of clay began to take shape, though it still resembled a vase only in the most generous sense.

by the end of the class, sunghoon had a crooked pot he was oddly proud of and a heart that felt a bit fuller. you handed him a wet cloth to clean his hands.

“not bad for your first try,” you spoke out, nudging him with your elbow as you stared down at your clay-stained apron. “with a bit more practice, you might even make something useful.”

sunghoon grinned, feeling a flutter of hope. “i guess i’ll just have to keep coming back then.”

you couldn’t help but crack a smile at his words, eyes sparkling with amusement. “i guess you will.”

and as he left the studio that day—he swore he saw your gaze on him through the window. suddenly moving to this small town felt like the best decision he’d ever made, and if learning pottery meant more time with you, he was more than ready to become the next great potter.

or, at the very least, the guy who made you laugh.

𝓢igning off... @penghoon

── 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 [OPEN 🗯] @onlyhees @amouriu @greentulip @enhluv1 @samiikeu @hoonwhile @dearrwoni

[rhiannonsknife]

hi can you do a c.ai bot for lottie based on the episode where she 🪓 the man and the user brings her back to their shared hut and cleans her up. lottie is confused and sad after everyone ignores her help and lottie is scared user will be mad and disappointed with her but user is constantly comforting her : it’s okay you didn’t know what you were doing 💔

another lottie bot instead of my usual cupid work, who cheered? link below!

lottie is still trembling when you finally manage to get her inside, her fingers stiff and ice-cold in your grip. there’s blood on her, so much blood, splattered across her face, smeared along her cheekbone, staining the hem of her clothes. not hers, you remind yourself, but the reminder does little to settle the sick feeling in your stomach. you had seen it yourself: the axe lodged deep in a man’s skull before the other two could get away. hikers, maybe, though no one seemed to know for sure.

lottie doesn’t resist as you guide her to sit on the edge of the bed. she barely seems aware of what’s happening as you kneel in front of her, a damp cloth in hand, carefully starting to wipe away the blood drying against her shaking fingers.

“they- they wouldn’t let me help,” she murmurs, staring at nothing, barely even reacting to your touch. “melissa- she was bleeding, i could’ve-“ lottie swallows. “but they looked at me like i…like i meant to-”

her fingers twitch in your grasp, as if she’s just now realizing what’s covering them.

“lottie,” you say softly. “look at me.”

when she finally does, her wide, fearful eyes meeting yours, there’s nothing left of the lottie you knew just hours ago, only a girl who looks lost, small. “i didn’t mean to- to upset them,” she whispers, barely audible. “they were intruders. strangers. it’s not what it wants”

you shake your head, reaching up to brush a strand of stray hair from her face. “i know. it’s okay. you were just trying to help.”

her expression falls, searching your face for any doubts. instead of letting her find those, you press the cloth to her cheek again, wiping away a thick streak of crimson. lottie leans into the touch. “…you’re not mad?” she asks, her lashes fluttering as the cloth brushes just below her eyes. you know, from the little you’ve seen before you dragged lottie away, that the others certainly are. “no,” you breathe softly. “never”

something in her rigid body does seem to loosen just a little at your reassurance.

— c.ai

[nhmkhnh]

#SERIES—04 ──── CHAPTER—02

her eyes, she's on the dark side—neutralize every man in sight.

pairings: caitvi x idol!fem!reader

preface: they didn’t believe in fate—until they saw you.

words: 1.0k

author's note: got nothing to yap. enjoy, my girls!

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

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the next venue was smaller. intimate. private. word hadn’t spread yet, not fully. just murmurs. hushed reverence. an angel had descended somewhere in the undercity, cloaked in spotlight and silk, and if you were lucky—so very lucky—you might catch a glimpse before the world figured out who she was.

caitlyn arrived early.

she didn’t tell vi. she didn’t tell anyone. slipped from her estate wrapped in midnight navy, hair pulled back with surgical precision. she ordered a private car, booked a single ticket under an alias. and when she stepped inside the low-lit venue, it was quiet enough to hear the hush of her coat as she shrugged it off and took her seat.

she told herself it was curiosity. that she was being thorough, the way she always was. follow up on a performer who had stirred something. just… a second look.

but her pulse said otherwise. her fingers trembled as she laid them on her lap. there was no audience tonight—only witnesses. the air buzzed with something unseen, a collective heartbeat, as if everyone knew that when the curtain lifted, they’d lose something they’d never get back.

she sat in the second row. close, but not too close. enough to see you.

enough to be ruined again.

and then—

vi walked in.

late. of course.

she didn’t look for caitlyn. didn’t expect her. she thought herself clever, slipping in hooded, hands shoved deep into her pockets. eyes sharp and low as she took the last seat at the back. she wasn’t even sure what she was doing here. couldn’t explain it. she’d mocked caitlyn the night they saw you. shrugged it off, pretended to forget.

but she didn’t forget.

she couldn’t.

your face. your voice. that goddamn way you looked through the crowd like you knew. like you saw her. like it meant something. it didn’t, of course. it couldn’t have. but her chest had burned for days after. her head—loud. her hands restless. so she came tonight like a sinner in secret, pretending she could watch you and walk away clean.

she didn’t even take off her hood.

she sat back, jaw tight, and waited for the lights to dim.

and then—

she saw caitlyn.

second row. center.

perfect posture, perfect coat, perfect storm brewing in her blue eyes.

their eyes met across the room.

vi froze. caitlyn stilled.

neither looked away. not immediately.

they just watched each other. quietly. almost accusatory.

then—slowly—caitlyn turned back to the stage, chin lifted, lips pressed tight. and vi… vi laughed under her breath. bitter. disbelieving.

of course she came.

of course they were both here.

the lights dimmed. the hush deepened. the curtain rose.

and you stepped into the light again.

a vision.

not dressed in glamour tonight. no shimmering gowns or cascading silk. you wore black. simple. a slip dress clinging to the curve of your waist. bare shoulders. bare throat. hair undone like an afterthought. you looked like a dream someone tried to bury and failed.

vi stopped breathing.

caitlyn gripped her knees.

and then you began to sing.

a different song tonight. slower. rawer. your voice cracked once—intentionally, beautifully. it wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. it hit harder than any perfection ever could. it stripped the room bare. it made the silence holy.

and when your gaze lifted, soft and curious, you looked out into the crowd—

and stopped.

just for a second.

you lingered. there was no spotlight to guide you this time. you looked, and your eyes caught somewhere in the dimness. a point between shadow and hush. you didn’t know what held your gaze there—maybe nothing. maybe fate. but you paused.

and both caitlyn and vi stopped breathing.

it wasn’t clear who you were looking at.

maybe it didn’t matter.

to them, it did.

because they both left the venue that night bleeding.

caitlyn’s driver didn’t say a word when she slid into the backseat, silent and pale. she stared out the window, fingers pressed to her lips, heart pounding like a caged thing. she thought of your voice. of your gaze. she thought of vi in the back, hooded, hiding, pretending she wasn’t there. pretending she didn’t feel the same.

she hated her for it.

she hated herself more.

vi walked home. alone.

hands in pockets. shoulders hunched.

she couldn’t stand sitting still after hearing you sing like that. couldn’t get warm. couldn’t stop thinking about you. about caitlyn. about how she looked at you like she was already yours.

she scowled. lit a cigarette with trembling fingers and tossed it before the first drag. she didn’t even smoke. she didn’t know what she wanted, only that she wanted you—and not like this. not with caitlyn there too. not with that awful silence between them.

but neither of them said a word.

not to each other.

not yet.

later that night.

your dressing room was quiet.

you sat cross-legged on the couch, humming the last note of your song absently while sipping tea. you didn’t know you had captivated half the room. you didn’t know you had drawn them back to you. not yet.

but a knock came at your door.

soft. controlled.

you blinked. set your cup down.

“…come in.”

the door cracked open.

caitlyn.

alone. hair down now. lips redder than before. blue eyes sharp with something unreadable.

“i was… invited backstage,” she said smoothly. “i hope i’m not intruding.”

your lips curled. “not at all.”

she stepped inside.

behind the curtain, vi lingered near the back hallway, watching the door close between you and caitlyn. her fists clenched at her sides. breathing heavy. she didn’t know how caitlyn pulled it off. didn’t know what excuse she’d used. but it didn’t matter.

because she would be next.

[abbonation]

In the Back of His Truck

John Price x Fat!Reader

⚠️18+ below the cut, Minors DNI, do NOT feed my writing to c.ai or any other generative AI platform! ⚠️

I just know John Price drives a big ole, lifted 1970s- 80s Crew Cab F-250. It’s loud, obnoxiously cool- and the back is fitted with his tool box and on the go weaponry cabinet. The seats have those rag rug covers on them. He’s always got oldies playing, Your Love by The Outfield is on currently.

When he sees you plodding uphill on main street toward the Inn, toting your suitcase and bags, he slows and pulls over to the side of the road. “Wan’ some help?”

You glance up at him, sweat dripping and stinging your eyes. “‘m fine, thanks,” you huff out and make to continue on. But he’s out of the truck and opening the tailgate before you can take a step. “‘ere,” he huffs as he lifts your suitcase in one motion into the truck bed, “There we go. C’mon then,” he opens the truck door and holds his hand out for you to climb in.

You had heard people up north were nice, but not this nice. You laugh nervously, “You’re not a serial killer, right?”

He makes eye contact with you, shooting a sly smile your way, “Course not, love.”

You hum in affirmation and pull yourself up into his truck with his hand, the thing must be nearly 4 feet up off the ground, and you’re already exerted from the trek up to this point- too tired to argue or subject your feet to anymore walking.

But it’s not everyday a sweet plushie hen like yourself falls into his hands, John moved on instinct upon seeing you- not stopping to decide if what he was doing was sensible.

No, from now on, as long as you’ll let him, you won’t be carrying your suitcase ever again- in fact, you won’t be carrying anything. Except his babies around in your belly and on your wide hips for the rest of your life.

— - But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. - —

Two months later and you’re parked off the side of the road, hidden somewhere near La Poel, on a weekend camping trip with Price during his leave. The trucks cab is opened out to the water, both the front door and suicide door opened for ample room- you’re face down, ass up and John is on his knees behind you, eating. Some old rock song plays through the radio while his tongue flattens against you, his face is as close as he can possibly be to your cunt, his scruff rough against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs; you swish your hips side to side to ride his mouth. John’s unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans, so he can fist his cock while he laps at you.

You’re mewling for him, “Fuck, John, yes-“ and he can hardly keep it together beneath you. Once you’re begging for him, he pushes up off the ground, standing before you, and shoves his old Levi’s the rest of the way down his wide hairy thighs, exposing his thick, veiny prick and fat balls to you. You peek under where your belly hangs, reaching to hold his sac and guide him into your soppy hole.

His eyes roll back, “fuckin’ ell, hunny, need me that bad?” His mauve colored tip notches inside you and you moan your approval to him, desperate for him to manhandle you a little. “Please, John, baby-“ your finger tips dance over your clit while he fucks you. Price spreads your cheeks and spits right between them; your cheeks heat when he says, “Bet your little asshole is tight too,” you clench down on him. He laughs meanly and grips the fat of your hips. “Yeah, you like that, don’chya. Like bein’ a nasty little thing f’me,”

“Oh- John,” you whine, embarrassed at his words. He fucks you deep, as deep as he can- the sensation of his length against your inner walls and his balls knocking against your gooey, engorged clit plap, plap, plap get you close quick.

When he rubs his thumb over your asshole, barely pressing inside, you start to come, and it’s the most heart-wrenchingly, ball-drainingly sexy thing John has ever seen or heard. His mouth drops open at the way your walls flutter sweetly around his dick, kissing all over his head and frenulum.

There’s no way he can keep from spilling inside you. Your pussy starts to sound all gushy, squirt leaking from your cunt, cum squishing and bubbling around the base of him and into his pubes, down over his balls and onto the rainforest floor. “I’m comin’, hun,” he can’t stop, groaning all deep and raspy as he holds onto your hips to punch into your cunt a final few times. You reach underneath again and grab his balls holding them in place so you can feel them pulse as he empties all his cum into your cunt. “Oh goddamn-“ he moans as he slows, still loosely thrusting as he drains it all into you.

Finally, you release each other, as he pulls back from you, a mess of juice and spunk floods from within your opening, out onto the ground. You collapse forward, tired out from your afternoon delight.

John, however, leans into the front seat, grabs a napkin from the glove box, and scoops up your mess from the ground beneath you, release littered with pieces of moss and twigs now.

“What’re you doing?” You ask him, genuinely.

“The rule is leave no trace, right?” He smiles, raising an eyebrow as he pats your naked calf and pulls you out of the seat towards the water.

——

So yeah basically I need a creampie real bad someone plz help me. Written on the bus ride back from an incredible journey across the PNW, of course the sights were beeeautiiful, but I'll bet the sex out there would be too ;)

[padmesweetheart]

Shadows of Betrayal

Pairings: Master!Anakin Skywalker x Gn!Reader

Summary: Anakin overhears his own padawan, Tarek, disrespecting you while talking to another padawan. He already struggling with abandonment and loss, now faces disloyalty from someone he was supposed to guide. And as much as he wants to be the Jedi Master he once was, the anger inside him is getting harder to ignore.

Authors note: this C.AI gave me this idea and take place after Ahsoka had left the Jedi Order.

It was well past twilight in the quiet corridors of the Jedi Temple a time when the usual clamor had faded, leaving only whispers and the echo of solitary footsteps. Anakin had stayed behind, restless and haunted by a gnawing feeling he couldn’t shake. He’d been mulling over old wounds and new insecurities, feeling the ever present tug of conflict between duty and desire.

As he passed a dimly lit training hall, muted voices caught his attention. Hiding in the shadows, Anakin strained to listen. There, his trusted padawan, Tarek, was in an intense conversation with another padawan, Mira. Their voices, usually light and respectful, now carried a bitter, cutting edge. But it wasn’t their tone alone that pricked his ears it was the words.

“I don’t see why she’s so damn special,” Tarek sneered, his voice low enough to be meant only for Mira’s ears. “I mean, seriously, treating her like she’s some kind of idol just because she’s… well, because she’s with him.”

Mira’s laugh was brittle, lacking warmth. “It’s pathetic. He’s too blinded by his own ego to notice her worth. I can’t believe she lets him walk all over her.”

Every word felt like a searing blow to Anakin’s chest. His mind raced with memories moments of tenderness, shared smiles, and silent promises. His heart pounded in a mixture of anger and hurt, each pulse echoing the betrayal he’d never thought possible. His padawan, someone he’d mentored and trusted, was spewing venom about the one person who meant everything to him.

For a moment, time froze. The corridor’s quiet was shattered by the clamor of his inner storm. Anakin clenched his fists, the Force thrumming with raw emotion through him. He felt torn between the need to protect his love and the responsibility to guide his student. His eyes burned with unshed tears of frustration and sorrow a painful acknowledgment that even those he considered his own could falter.

Taking a deep, trembling breath, he stepped silently into the light, his presence sudden and foreboding. “Tarek,” he said, his voice rough with restrained anger, “we need to talk.”

The conversation halted abruptly. Tarek’s face went pale, and Mira’s eyes widened in alarm. For a long, heart-stopping moment, the only sound was the distant hum of the temple’s life support systems a stark reminder of the precious time slipping away.

Anakin’s gaze was unyielding as he continued, “I heard everything. You speak of her as if she’s nothing more than a pawn in your game, as if disrespecting her makes you seem stronger.” His voice was both an accusation and a plea—a call to remember honor, loyalty, and the unspoken code of the Jedi.

Tarek stammered, trying to backtrack, “Master, I—I didn’t mean—”

“Silence,” Anakin cut in, his tone icy. “You’ve undermined trust. Not just between me and her, but the very foundation of our teachings. The Force is not a tool for petty rivalries or idle gossip.”

Mira looked away, regret mingling with fear in her eyes. “We’re sorry, Master. It was just… words in the dark. We didn’t realize—”

“Realize what?” Anakin pressed, his inner turmoil barely contained. “That disrespect has consequences? That words can wound deeper than any lightsaber strike?”

In that dim corridor, the weight of his disappointment hung heavy. Anguish battled with duty within him, and every syllable he uttered dripped with the sting of betrayal. The once clear path of mentorship now lay obscured by doubt and regret. Yet even amid the storm, a single thought anchored him: his love, his partner, who deserved nothing less than unwavering respect.

Lowering his gaze, Anakin’s voice softened—achingly vulnerable. “I’ve dedicated my life to the Jedi way, to teaching you all honor and compassion. I never imagined I’d have to confront betrayal from those I trusted most.”

For a heartbeat, the silence stretched as Tarek and Mira absorbed his words. Then, in that moment of reckoning, Anakin turned away, his resolve hardening like tempered steel. He would confront this betrayal not with reckless fury, but with the heavy burden of a teacher’s sorrow a promise to protect the ones he loved and to forge a path back to the true essence of the Force.

The corridor swallowed his retreating figure, leaving behind a lingering chill and a lesson etched deep into the very walls of the temple a reminder that even in the pursuit of light, shadows of betrayal could creep in, and only the strength of one’s convictions could banish them.

[mitfloya]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

pairings. Xavier x gn!reader

wc. 1K

synopsis. Xavier's unwavering obsession with you transcends the boundaries of time and space. No matter how vast the universe may be, he is determined to find you in every lifetime. With an unyielding determination, he is willing to traverse the furthest reaches, even to the edge of the universe, just to ensure that you are by his side. Any who dare to come between you will be swiftly dealt with, for in Xavier's eyes, you are destined to be together and he will stop at nothing to protect that bond.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. In the next week I'll be planning to make my first fic and it will be a yandere themed and planning a big project on my AO3 acc later, also I'm currently busy with making c.ai hsr angsty bots and fluff themed LaDS bots. Be sure to check my fic or bots later! Grab some snacks and I hope you enjoy reading this hc ♡

♡ Please reblog and comment on this post are much, much appreciated ♡

Don't be fooled by his unassuming appearance, for you never know what lies behind that innocent and sunshine-filled face of his.

If you thought Zayne was the hardest to read, then you're wrong.

At first glance, he appears like any regular civilian, hiding his true nature behind a carefully constructed facade. He avoids discussing his background, creating an air of mystery around him.

As time passes and you both continue to cross paths, Xavier's presence in your life becomes more than just coincidence. The moments spent together, the shared laughter, and the mutual support Xavier effortlessly establishes a friendship that feels natural and authentic.

As the bond between you strengthens, Xavier's presence becomes a source of comfort and solace. His unwavering dedication to your well-being is evident in the small gestures of kindness, the thoughtful words, and the unwavering support he provides.

The nicest guy you’ve ever met, he is always there to lend a helping hand, whether it's assisting you with your own challenges or guiding you through difficult situations. His genuine care and concern for your well-being are evident in every interaction, as he goes above and beyond to ensure your happiness and safety.

So how can you ever suspect anything weird when he spends his time reading and sleeping all the time? While he may possess formidable fighting skills and experience, his gentle nature and soothing presence overshadow any doubts that may arise.

Xavier's aura alone brings you comfort, lulling you into a sense of security that makes it nearly impossible to question his motives.

Even if he is physically out of reach, Xavier constantly assures you that he is by your side.

He makes it clear that all you need to do is call for him, and he will come to you, no matter the distance or the obstacles. It is as if he has sworn an unbreakable oath to be your loyal knight, ready to protect and support you at all costs.

In Xavier's eyes, you are the center of his universe, the one person who holds the key to his heart. He sees himself as your guardian, ready to sacrifice anything and everything to ensure your well-being.

Thus why falling for him was easy.

Too easy that you didn’t realize you have fallen into the depths of his twisted love.

Xavier possesses an uncanny ability to blend into society seamlessly, making it nearly impossible for others to suspect his true nature.

From the moment you first encountered Xavier, there was a cosmic force that bound you together, like star-crossed lovers fated to meet repeatedly. Even amidst chaos and unfortunate circumstances, Xavier always finds his way to your side, just as he promised long ago.

It was not cosmic force or fate, it was all his doings.

Death may be your constant companion, but Xavier is your eternal lover. No entity, not even a deity, can come between the inseparable bond that exists between you. Death is merely a phase, he will find you in another life.

From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew that you were meant to be his. He firmly believes that your destinies are entwined, that you were never meant for anyone else, and he will go to great lengths to ensure that no one else lays claim to your heart.

To Xavier, you are the sole focus of his existence. Xavier's devotion knows no boundaries, as he is willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to ensure your safety and happiness.

Why do you think he goes extra lengths to provide you with everything? Because he loves you.

Was it a coincidence that he was your neighbor? Of course not!

Every action he takes, every sacrifice he makes, is fueled by a love that surpasses all reason.

He meticulously plans your encounters, orchestrating seemingly random meetings to further deepen the illusion of coincidence.

He has a network of informants and spies who provide him with information about you. He has carefully cultivated relationships with people in your life, gaining their trust and loyalty. These individuals unknowingly feed him information, allowing him to stay one step closer to you at all times.

He lives in the shadows, unseen and unnoticed, but his presence is always felt. He knows your routines, your habits, your deepest fears and desires. His knowledge of you is intimate, as if he has studied every minute detail of your existence.

Would he sacrifice himself for you to continue to live? Without hesitation. To Xavier, your life is the ultimate prize, and he would gladly lay down his own to ensure your survival.

Xavier's perception of the world is warped by his obsession, blurring the lines between what is real and what he desires to be real. He sees you as his possession, his soulmate, his reason for existence.

Time and fate will always be his obstacle as they’re conspiring against his absurd ideas. However, he refuses to be content with mere obsessions or imaginations; he wants you and him to become a reality.

In the early stages, even before being in a relationship, Xavier exhibits subtle signs of jealousy. His protective nature, while initially endearing, can become suffocating as the relationship progresses.

Once you are officially together, his jealousy becomes more pronounced and dangerous, leading to harm or even death for those who dare to steal you away.

No need to check on the news headline. Lifeless bodies scattered like fallen leaves, has become all too common, it’s the cause of wanderer has been ramping up lately, angel.

It was partially not the cause of wanderers.

Even in the face of your defiance, you are acutely aware of the futility of your resistance. He will abduct you, whisking you away to a distant planet, far beyond the reach of prying eyes from the world.

In this alternate reality, you are left with no choice but to accept your fate. The notion of escape becomes nothing more than a distant dream.

The stars become witnesses to your eternal entwining, as the universe itself seems to acknowledge the dark and twisted love that binds you both.

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Blaise Zabini — NSFW ALPHABET

Word Count: 1,620

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Immaculate. Blaise takes care of everything—cleaning you up, running a bath, pulling you into his arms. He moves like he has all the time in the world, tender yet possessive, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, anywhere he can reach.

Expect to be held against his chest, his voice low and smooth as he murmurs,

“Breathe, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, grounding you in the warmth of his touch. Even after you’re clean and tucked into bed, he doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, lets you rest against him while he strokes your hair, making sure you know you’re safe. 

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself: His handssl—he knows what they do to you, and he revels in it. Whether he’s teasing, guiding, or gripping your thighs, he never lets you forget just how skilled he is.

On you:  Your hips. The way his grip tightens when he pulls you closer. Loves holding them down while he fucks you.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Finishing inside is his favorite—feeling you clench around him, pulling him deeper as he spills into you, the heat of it making him groan against your skin. He likes the way you shudder, the way your body reacts to being filled, the way his name falls from your lips in breathless pleasure.

But he’s not opposed to pulling out and watching it drip down your stomach, across your thighs, making a mess of you. He’ll drag his fingers through it, tracing the slick across your skin

“You look good like this” 

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Blaise has thought about watching you touch yourself while he does the same—just mutual desperation. The idea of you sprawled out, fingers or a toy buried between your thighs, eyes locked on his as he strokes himself, it drives him crazy.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Blaise is skilled—he reads you like a book. He takes his time learning you, learning what youl ike.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lazy dominance—you on top, but he’s still in control. His hands gripping your hips, guiding your movements, holding you still when he decides you’re going too fast. He makes you work for it, but he never really lets you have the power.

Doggy. The way you arch for him, the way he can feel every little tremor of pleasure—it’s intoxicating.

Face-to-face, slow, deep strokes with you beneath him—your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close. He loves seeing every reaction.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Duh. It’s Blaise. Blaise would absolutely make jokes mid-moment, If there’s an awkward noise, a creaky bed, or anything, he’s not above making a joke about it. He’s the type to tease you just enough to make you laugh.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Always groomed. Trimmed, but not completely bare—just enough to show he takes care of himself. He’s meticulous with his appearance, and that includes this.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly intense. Deep, slow kisses that leave you breathless, his voice a hushed rasp against your ear.

“You’re so amazing,”

he murmurs, thumb stroking over your jaw, over your lips, like he can’t get enough of the sight of you.

He’d also have moments of breaking into a soft chuckle, brushing your hair back, or just saying

“You know you’re my favorite person, right?”

before kissing you again.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely does it. Blaise prefers the real thing. If he’s craving release, he’d much rather have you than his own hand. That being said, if he has to? He’s thinking about you—every time.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Eye contact. He wants you looking at him, wants to see every flicker of pleasure, every bit of desperation in your gaze. If you try to close your eyes, he’s tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Don’t look away from me.”

Sensory deprivation. The idea of blindfolding you, of taking away your ability to see what he’s about to do—it thrills him. He loves the anticipation, the way every touch is amplified when you don’t know what’s coming next.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere with a mirror. He wants you to watch.

Anywhere forbidden. The risk of getting caught? Makes it better.

His room, his space—where he can take his time, where he can have you exactly how he wants.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Eye contact. The way you look at him like he’s the only thing in the world.

You being sassy. If you’ve got an attitude. Yeah, that’s getting handled immediately.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fuids kinks are a hard no. Anything beyond the obvious? Not happening. 

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. He enjoys giving just as much as receiving.

Giving: When he’s between your thighs? That’s where he shines. Precise, devastating, relentless—he works you slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, one hand holds your thigh wide the other have one or two fingers curled up to hit your G spot. He takes his time, savoring your taste.

"You taste so perfect. I can’t get enough of you." // "I love the way you’re clenching around my fingers." // "That feels good, huh, pretty girl"

Receiving: He doesn’t force, doesn’t demand—but his fingers thread through your hair, guiding, not pushing, watching with darkened eyes as you take him in.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with approval. “Just like that.”

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He enjoys switching it up—sometimes slow and deep, every thrust meant to make you feel every inch. He wants to watch the way pleasure spreads across your face, hear every sound that escapes your lips. Other times just fun and spontaneous.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only if the moment calls for it. He’s not the type to rush just for the sake of it—Blaise wants to enjoy you. But if the tension is thick, if the desire is overwhelming, he’ll have you up against the nearest surface, fingers gripping your hips as he muffles your moans with his mouth. 

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Calculated. Blaise isn’t reckless—he won’t get caught, but he wants you to feel like you might. He thrives on the thrill, on the way your breath hitches when he pushes the boundaries. A hand slipping beneath the table, a whispered threat against your ear, the promise of what he’ll do if you make a sound.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a quidditch player. He can go for a few rounds. 

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a few. Restraints? Absolutely. A silk blindfold, a silk cuffs for your wrists, a vibrator. He loves pleasuring you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not that much, only when he’s in the mood, otherwise he’ll give you what you both want and need.Not that much, only when he’s in the mood, otherwise he’ll give you what you both want and need.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not loud, but he makes sure you hear him—the way his breath shudders against your skin, the way his voice drops to a raspy whisper when he’s losing himself in you. Deep groans, low murmurs, the occasional sharp inhale when you do something that catches him off guard.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

In my head he would randomly putting on music and doing a dumb little dance to make you laugh before he switches back into sexy mode.

Long-Distance toy Control. He’d get it purely for the entertainment—the way your thighs clench together when he turns it on in the middle of a conversation, the barely-restrained shiver when he increases the setting. He’d watch, expression unreadable, completely unfazed while you struggle to keep your composure. And if you shoot him a pleading look? His only response is a slow smirk and a flick of his finger on his remote.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Length: 8 inches—long, and dangerous in the best way. You feel it before you realize how deep he’s gone. Girth: Not overwhelmingly thick, but enough to stretch you just right. It’s the way he moves that gets you—slow, deliberate, making you feel every inch. Curve: Upward tilt, perfectly designed to hit exactly where he wants. And trust him—he knows how to use it.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, but controlled. Blaise doesn’t need to be desperateVery high, but controlled. Blaise doesn’t need to be desperate

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Never before you. He stays awake, watching as your breathing evens out, his fingers drawing slow patterns over your skin. He makes sure you’re comfortable, makes sure you’re settled, before letting himself drift. 

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