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Author's note: I finally finished the Prologue! To be honest, I'm not liked this and I wish I could redo all of them. But, I will be just let it be and next episode I'll do better.
Also I wanna to shout out to my friends who support me to keep going and help me with the comic. Also so many comic artists inspired me. (that include my friends hehe)
Without them, I won't made this crazy decision lol. Also this series won't be in consistent update. Or I might just not work this anymore. I don't know. depends maybe. But, hopefully I am because I want it so bad. But, I don't know if I will make it to the end. So yeah, we'll see.
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EDIT: Forgot to give a warning of this series. But, I want to let you know that this comic won't be only like Romcom or silly. But, this mostly will mention a lot of angst in some of the episodes.
I will give CW of what it will be contained of in each episodes. but yeah. Beware that this series is not gonna be silly. Sorry I didn't add this before since in this one is not happening yet. But, yeah. Beware of this series.
Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey 👀 any chance for a “confidential check up?”
Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D
Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3
ᴀ/ɴ: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!
PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)
PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader
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ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.
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A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.
You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.
However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.
Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!
You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.
“So, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?” Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.
You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.
“Nono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.” You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.
“I see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?”
So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.
You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. “No, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it's…embarrassing.”
The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.”
Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.
You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. “Well, it's my chest. It's been so…so tender lately.”
A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.
“Alright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?”
It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.
“Yes, please.” You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.
Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.
His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.
“Alright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.”
Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.
And then, finally…Fucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.
The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?
“Did that hurt?” He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. “No, it just…tingles,” you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay.
“Well, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?”
Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.
The man’s face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look.
Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.
The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: “No…Well. Maybe kind of? You know…I've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,” you began, your foot wandering to his knee.
“Could that be it?”
A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.
“I assume that could be it-”
“And what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.”
Immediately, his attention is back on you completely. “Hurts? Where?”
A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. “Here?”
You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. “Lower.”
His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. “Here? Are they cramps?”
Again, you shook your head.
“Lower.”
He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.
“Could you…uh. Point me to where it hurts?”
Click - the trap was snapping shut.
It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. “There.”
Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?
“It's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?”
“It’s getting like…what?” by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.
“I dunno…wet?”
His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!
“Oh! That…uh. That…it- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.”
He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. “But…isn't there a remedy?”
Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.
“Well, for one…You could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.”
Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!
“Oh! And…how does that work?”
Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.
“I-”
“Come on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?” You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.
“But- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-”
You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.
“And what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,” you moaned.
The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. “You said it hurts here?”
Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds.
“Exactly,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little further.
“I can't see much,” he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “I'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?”
The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.
He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasn’t it? Keeping you healthy wasn’t bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige – for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yet…wasn’t this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?
“Harvey, fuck, please?” A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didn’t know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.
His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasn’t he? Still, that didn’t mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didn’t make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.
He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. “Harvey, oh fuck, right there,” you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, so…you; and you were addictive.
Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldn’t keep them down anymore, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care, either. Harvey’s moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.
You weren’t able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harvey’s tongue.
It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldn’t form anymore.
You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didn’t trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.
“You are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.”
Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. “Sorry,” he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.
“Harvey, please,” you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.
The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.
Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?
You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you weren’t afraid to show him anymore. “Harvey, oh, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”
A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didn’t make Harvey pause. Not anymore.
His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.
“You are so good to me, Harv,” you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunet’s eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.
Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harvey’s dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.
Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.
The man’s face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasn’t able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.
The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.
“Harveeey,” you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too tempting – his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.
You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didn’t want this to stop yet. You didn’t want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didn’t want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.
As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.
You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.
“Harvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-“
He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.
The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.
His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this – this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.
He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.
Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completely…satisfied.
Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. “That definitely helped, Harv,” you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.
Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two – maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you – pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.
“I am glad I was able to help.”
Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasn’t drenched in your wetness and his cum?
“But I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; I’d need different surfaces and times.”
If you're taking writing comissions.. I really liked your post about sdv bachelors with reader who squirts...but let's turn it around! How about a farmer (female) who is really quiet during sex? Cuz you know, when she was touching herself alone, she didn't want to be loud and it stayed that way. You don't have to write all the bachelors, I'm interested in Harvey 👀 I imagine he would be concerned at first and overthinking if he did something wrong
Harvey x Quiet Farmer Who Squirts For The First Time
Summary: Harvey makes a quiet reader squirt for the first time.
Warning(s): Munch Harvey, Reader is a bit quiet in this one, Slight dom!Harvey(?) [It quickly goes away though lol], Both Harvey and the reader are shy together tbh.
Side note(s): Sorry this took so long anon- the procrastination virus hit me hard 😭 [I hope this is close to what you were asking for!]
Also, shout out to Aaryan Shah for being my song inspo that allowed me to write this. His music is so good I swear to god.
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He couldn't help the nervousness that racked his entire body as he feasted upon your sex. You...you were just so quiet!
And that was something that he never minded. Your comfort and pleasure came before any wishes he may have had or would ever had, so long as he was allowed to suckle at your cute clit, sweet babbled murmurs and moans flooding his ears like the welcomed warmth of water over cold skin. He was was fine with you never making a single sound in the bedroom.
Your reactions and silent pleas for him to continue were enough for him, enough to make his cock absolutely ache.
But, at this moment? As your cunt practically begged and drooled for more of his skillful tongue, the sight of your glistening pussy wet from the sheen of your slick making his throat dry as if he hadn't taken a sip of water in days. Coupled along with the fact he was admiring your panting figure through his lashes, a question mark silently formed in his head.
Why were you so adamant on making as little noise as possible?
As arousing as your attempts were...from how you bit your lip so hard to the point he feared it would bleed.
Or how you'd squirm and turn your head side to side, biting either the pillow sheets or covering your lips with the back of your hand if that wouldn't work. Adorable as it was, his desire to hear you moan out his name all the stored-up breath in your lungs frew ever fervent in his mind. To the point he feared he'd begin to cum inside his boxers like some teenager!
But...rather than try to confront you about it, it was far more fun to let his tongue and fingers do the convincing. To let them coax your voice out of you.
"H-Harvey...?" You whispered in a daze as you finally registered Harvey's tongue no longer circling your sex, your breath labored as you shakily rose your head to look at him.
"Yes?" He responded with devotion in his gaze, apologetically pressing a kiss to the inside of your thighs as his fingers slowly traced your labia.
You sucked in a breath, electricity pulsing through you at the simple slow touch. "W-Why did you stop?" You whispered.
Harvey pressed another kiss on you, to the hood of your clit this time as he steadily worked you back up, as well as silently worked himself up to the plan he was about to commit. He almost felt bad for it! Torturing his poor wife who looked like she was on the verge of tears if she didn't get to cum in the next minute.
"Harvey..." You moaned, trying to get his attention once more. "A-Aren't you going to— Oh!" There it was...the noise he'd been so desperately searching for, yearning quietly since the moment you two had started becoming intimate with one another, all from him suddenly plunging his fingers inside of your wanton sex and curling them up into your sweet spot.
An action he more than eagerly repeated as his head dived back towards your sex, lapping and suckling at your engorged clit as he unconsciously rutted against the sheets, aching to release his cock from its confines and find relief in your sweet sweet pussy.
"I'm so clue," You cried out, your thighs shaking as your peak rapidly approached the more Harvey's fingers continued its assault on your G-spot inside your pussy. Something that didn't register in the doctor's head as he became drunk off your juices, barely paying mind to how your thighs twitched more than usual or how you were becoming more and more vocal.
It was like finally receiving that badly wanted gift during Christmas.
His groans against your pussy creating a delicious buzz against your clit that further brought you closer and closer to orgasm until...something felt different.
You grabbed his hair, fruitlessly tugging to try and catch his attention. "H-Harvey...!" You keened, Harvey's free hand digging into the flesh of your hips to keep you open before you came. The sheer force shocked you as a guttural scream ripped from your throat, white flooding your eyes as wetness gushed out of your cunt.
And it was silent as you came down from your explosive high, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to focus your vision and come back down to reality. Your vision was blurry and...filled with Harvey's worried expression as he looked down at you. "Y/N! Are you okay?" He asked, his voice distant as you smiled all dopey-like.
"Y-Yeah..." You said.
As you steadily propped yourself up on your elbows and rose an arm to loop around Harvey's neck, bringing him closer to you. Both you and he began to blush as you tried to work up to asking your question. "C-Can you do that again...?"
His words choked up in his throat, his cock twitching at your words.
Rather than it being a one-time thing, it seemed he'd have all night to continue to hear your unashamed moans...
Summary: He was about 99% certain you'd reject him when he approached you at the saloon one night. When Sam and Abigail had gone home for the night, and it was just the two of you, Sebastian had finally worked up the courage to address the tension between the two of you! One so palpable that he could almost taste it, and you could as well. Which is why...the word 'no' didn't even come close to coming out of your mouth when you agreed to have a one-night stand with the town's local recluse.
Warning(s): Dirty Talking (On the reader's side!), Cowgirl, Sprinkle of Dacryphilia (Pussy so good that Sebastian's reduced to tears), Switch!Sebastian, Switch!Reader, Mutual Masturbation (for a little bit),
Side Note(s): SDV Bachelors having one night stands with the farmer/reader is actually my new favorite trope now 😩
Sorry this didn't come out yesterday y'all, I got roped into a college party last minute—
"Do...you want to have a one-night stand with me?"
He hardly had any other ideas about how to phrase the question to you.
He couldn't be playfully flirty like Sam or have a poetic coyness to his words like Elliot. Hell, he was certain that even Shane would have a better time finding a way to word whether or not someone would like to sleep with him! For Sebastian, however, he was...awkward. Hell, he was hardly able to look you in the eyes after he had popped the question.
Your eyes were wide and your mouth slightly ajar.
The few minutes you took to decide upon your answer were the most grueling few minutes of his entire life. But...when you had said yes?
The poor man nearly choked on his own air, especially when he already had it halfway solidified in his mind that you would tell him to go fuck off with a disgusted look on your face! Yet, the blush that began to rise to your cheeks was unmistakable, and it only continued to grow as you admitted to him that you've been harboring a small thing for him since you both first met.
"So..." You started to say after a minute of silence. "Do you—Do you want to come back to my place?" You suggested.
You giggled at how quickly Sebastian nodded his head, the man even stuttering out a nervous 'Sure' as if he were still trying to come to the fact that this was really happening to him! Not only did you admit to him that you thought he was attractive from the moment you both met, but you were now holding his hand and leading him out of the saloon and back to your farm! He felt like a lost duckling almost...however, it was hard to think about appearances and whatnot when tonight was about to be the night his wet dreams finally came true.
. . .
Thus, that's how both of you ended up where you are now.
On your couch in the living room, playing with each other's sexes while Sebastian's mind swam with just how dirty you were. "F-Fuck..." He mumbled into your mouth as you kissed him, grateful that your eyes were closed while Sebastian's eyes were glued to how your hand massaged and stroked his leaky cock. He was sooo wrong for thinking that you were innocent, all those blushy, nervous looks directed his way whenever he'd look over to you or said a greeting to you had to have been just a show for the masses!
The way you parted from his mouth, a few strings of your spit still connecting the two of you together until it was broken by you lowering your head to his dick to spit on the tip. It was sinful, absolutely filthy. Especially the way you teasingly licked his tip before you rose your head to smash your lips against his once more, your tongue shoving into his mouth before a broken moan left your lips when he gently pinched your aching clit. "Sebastian..." You moaned into his mouth.
He chuckled at how your ministrations on him faltered a little, giving him the confidence he needed to speed up how his fingers danced upon your clit. Sebastian took his lips from yours, bringing them to your ear before he bit down onto your ear lobe. "Feels good?" You could feel the smirk that began to creep onto his lips. Yet, you hardly had any fight in you to try and bite back at the loner as your thighs twitched at how he began to play with your cunt, gathering the slick that oozed from your clenching hole before he'd flick your clit and repeat the process.
"Had I known you would've been this eager to fuck me—" He pressed a kiss to your neck, a soft moan leaving his lips as he inhaled your scent. "—I would've asked you sooner..." You felt yourself heat up at his words, your thighs twitching even more around his hand as even more moans and whines slipped from your lips, the knot in the pit of your stomach beginning to tighten more and more in anticipation of your oncoming release. Sebastian didn't mind how your hand began to slow before stopping completely in its ministrations, the sounds of your sweet moans and cries of his name...begging him to give you more, it made the throbbing ache in his cock all the more bearable as he focused on bringing you to your release, each flick of his finger or him teasingly slipping into your wanton hole before immediately taking it away only serving to somehow drive you closer and closer to your orgasm.
You were so sweet. After all this was done and he had fucked your pussy into the shape of his cock, the thought of taking things further with you...it didn't sound half-bad to the recluse. Your teary eyes looking at him as if he had personally hung the moon and stars in the sky was far too addicting to allow anyone else in this town to try and steal away from him.
"So cute farmer," He chuckled as he brought his face closer to your own. "Y' gonna cum on my fingers?" He continued. "All I'm doing is flicking this needy clit and that's enough to make you like this?" You could only manage a huff before you mustered up enough strength to take his face into your hands before smashing his lips to yours, effectively shutting him up as your tongue slipped between his lips. The delicious groan from Sebastian was enough to finally make you tip over the peak, your hips bucking into Sebastian's hand a few more times before you cried out into his mouth, tears of pleasure slipping down one of your cheeks before you had started to whine from overstimulation.
And thus, Sebastian parted from your mouth, his eyes hazy with need and desire as he stared into your watery orbs for a few seconds more before he finally took his fingers away from your cunt.
He stared at his dripping fingers before he slipped them into his mouth, groaning at your musky taste. "You taste good," Sebastian said.
As you slowly came down from your high, you had just barely caught onto the recluse's words through the slight buzzing in your ears. But...unlike moments before when you were embarrassed and ready to blush at a moment's notice, you only giggled at his words instead as you turned your head to face Sebastian. "Really?" You hummed before you took hold of his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth.
Sebastian's cock jumped at how you so boldly slipped his fingers into your lips, the feeling of your tongue licking across his digits and sucking them...oh, he could only imagine how your mouth would feel on his cock, doing the exact same thing. But, the time for you to suck him off would have to come later. All he could do was think about how your cunt would feel wrapped around him— "You up for another round?" You asked.
"Are you?" He laughed.
Your mouth left his fingers with a lewd 'pop' before you could offer Sebastian a simple smile. You had gently pushed him to lie down on your couch, giggling at the rather adorable way he gasped in shock. "I am, " you said, doing your best to contain your excitement. "Mostly 'cause...you saw me tear up from how good your fingers felt on my pussy. To thank you, I should do the same, right?"
Without waiting for a definite answer, one that probably wouldn't have come to begin with due to how shocked Sebastian was at how easily you took control of the situation, you lined your cunt up to his rock hard cock, twitching and leaking as if begging for your attention. You giggled. "How ever did you manage to hold out for as long as you did, Sebby?" You chuckled as you grabbed ahold of his cock, a soft moan leaving Sebastian's lips. His breaths grew quicker and quicker as you lowered your cunt to the tip of his dick, the heat of your cunt so close to hisdick nearly driving him insane as he tried to buck up to feel your cunt. One that was met with you quickly taking your pussy away from him as you mockingly laughed at him. "So impatient..." You tsked at him.
"I suppose I have to give you that though, I was pleasure-drunk with how your fingers flicked my clit." Before allowing him to respond, you suddenly sunk your pussy down onto Sebastian to the base. The moan that tore from his throat was something you could easily get addicted to. The softness and neediness of it all filled your entire body with warmth as you leaned your body forward to press gentle kisses to Sebastian's face as a small apology. "Sorrysorrysorry Sebby," You repeated over and over again. "My pussy felt too good for you to handle all of a sudden?"
When Sebastian felt that he was able to look you in the eye, he looked at you with a cute pout. "Ha...ha...j-just wait for a minute—Ah!"
You smirked as you playfully cocked your head to the side, you weren't expecting Sebastian to let out that type of noise. "Oh?" You hummed as you firmly planted your hands onto Sebastian's chest. "What was that? You sounded so cute, Seb!" You praised.
And like before, you interrupted Sebastian with another slam of your hips down onto his abdomen, steadily finding a comfortable rhythm for yourself, one that was able to continue to make your one-night stand continue to cry and sing out for you as cutely as he currently was!
"F-Fuck! Y/N...please...!" He begged as he threw his head back, his hands weakly grabbing at your hips in an attempt to anchor himself. Your pussy felt sooooo good on his dick, each lewd 'plap' or the sticky sounds of your arousal pooling at the base of his cock making his cock twitch and throb inside of your wet cunt. "Feels good?" You said, a mocking copy of his earlier words to you.
"You're so cute when you cry baby...this pussy feel too good for you to hold it in?" You panted to him. Your moan was mixed in with a laugh when you felt Sebastian's cock throb inside of you once more, desperate whines and moans leaving his lips as he felt his orgasm creep on him embarrassingly fast. But, he tried to endure it if it meant that you'd continue to fuck yourself up and down his cock, each movement from you making his head spin and feel as if he were floating closer and closer to heaven— "Don't get too pussy drunk and pass out yet, Seb—fuck...—I like seeing your eyes as I fuck this leaky dick of yours."
You felt your face flush even harder when Sebastian only responded with a needy whine. "C-Can't help it...your pussy feels too good—AH!" You pouted when Sebastian once again let his needy moans and whines interrupt his sentences once more, trails of spit cascading down the sides of his kiss-swollen lips and causing you to tap his cheek a little in an attempt to get him to focus.
"Focus baby..." You punctuated your words with swift kisses to his lips and forehead, licking your lips afterward as if the recluse tasted like a sweet treat. And, in your opinion? He did. With each slam of your hips, adorable 'aht ahts' left his lips as his grip upon your hips tightened more and more in tandem with his cock beginning to throb even more eagerly inside of your cunt. He was close, and you knew it. Yet, as much as you were into it, seeing your one-night stand cry out for you, his glistening spit wetting the sides of his mouth like some cheap toy. You felt yourself closing in on your orgasm as well, the way the veins of his cock glided against your walls, the tip of his cockhead pressing into your spongey g-spot...it felt so good that your head began to spin, your hips beginning to stutter in their movement ever so slightly.
Something that Sebastian managed to notice through the fogginess of his lust. "A-Are you close—Shit...fuckfuckfuck..."
You nodded your head. "C-Close...!" You whined back to him as you allowed your chest to collapse against his. It was then that Sebastian took control, wrapping his arms tightly around your torso before he planted the soles of his feet against the couch, fucking up into you like a man-starved. "Y-Yoba...!" He cried out, his voice ringing through your ears. His eyes lazily opened to look at your face as he chased his high, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head as his head immediately tilted into the palm of your hand when you placed it against his face. "Fuck...Y/N..." He continued to pant. "You feel so good! I-I can't get enough of your pussy."
The soft smile you managed to give him before you pressed your lips against his own was what made him finally tumble over the edge. Ropes and ropes of his hot cum flooding your insides to the brim as the feeling made you reach your high as well. The two of you stilled against one another as you relished in your shared highs, you and Sebastian's mixed cum beginning to ooze from your pussy despite his cock still plugging you up.
When both of you finally came down from your highs, you were shocked at how obvious the lovesick look was in Sebastian's eyes. You giggled. "You're so obvious with your looks, Sebby," You teased. "What? My pussy was so good that it's got you falling in love?" You weren't expecting him to nod his head, as much of a shock it was for him to figure out that you were secretly freaky as hell...he wanted more of it, more of your touches and more of your pussy sliding up and down his cock. He wanted more of your kisses as well as the way you looked at him; he couldn't just give this all up!
"Can...can we see each other again?" He asked. "I...reallyyy like you."
don’t even know how this happened it was all a haze this kind of just appeared in front of me.. stardew valley obsession is back after 4 1/2 long years
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the music pounding within your ears became nothing but background noise the moment your beloved idol placed his hands on you-
sliding down the expanse of your body before wrapping themselves possessively around your waist.
his eyes flash with a hidden mischief, licking his lips while meeting your gaze as he guides you through this maddening dance. you follow his every movement, feeling as though he were making love to you onstage.
the air rushes through you with each movement, dimly aware of how the music that was once a crescendo dimmed down until coming to a stop altogether…
with his body hovering over yours, allowing yourself to feel his heat surrounding you before being whisked away by him.
sylus’s lips immediately latches on to yours in a searing kiss that takes your very breath away, feeling your walls clenching with need the moment he takes one of your legs and wraps it around his waist.
he whispers your name in an almost reverent manner, his hair a tangled mess thanks to the sheer amount of times your hands had delved themselves into them. his fingers trembles while tracing at your bottom lip, whispering promises of forever to you the moment he slides his aching cock within your fluttering heat.
your back arches in response to his sudden intrusion, feeling filled to the brim with him the moment he thrusts himself into you. your gasps quickly morph into soft moans of his name, becoming a tangle of limbs while sylus traps you beneath him.
you could already feel the pleasure building from deep within your abdomen each time sylus’s shaft rubs against your swollen clit, making your breathing hitch in response. seeing the way your features twist with pleasure makes sylus smirk down at you, filled with a manly pride at how only he could illicit such responses from you.
with his eyes shimmering beneath the intimate lighting of the room, he tells you, “this dance will only be for my eyes alone. no one else is allowed to see you like this, completely and utterly ruined for me.”
the bottle of water falls from your hands, long forgotten the moment zayne presses you against the flat surface of the table.
his kisses felt desperate-
filled with a yearning that zayne reserves only for you.
your name falls from his parted lips in a hushed whisper, hands shaking when he tears off your skirt. he had every intention of sliding his fingers within your heat, wanting nothing more than to draw out your pleasure with his hands-
only to be stopped by you looping your fingers beneath his belt. zayne’s breathing turns labored when he braces himself against the table, allowing your hands to unbuckle his belt before pulling down the fabric of his pants.
his cock was already standing at full attention for you, straining desperately against the front of his boxers, practically begging for relief. your hand already sets a steady pace, gently stroking him when he suddenly pushes your hand away.
“enough of this dance.” zayne whispers against your ear, tracing the tip of his cock against your entrance. he meets your gaze, capturing your lips while pushing his cock deep within your heat at the same time.
your gasp immediately morphs into needy whines of his name, legs wrapped possessively around his waist while feeling his every pound deep within you. with all of your inhibitions gone, you found yourself not caring if anyone else heard you and zayne tangled in this hedonistic act together.
your back lands within the soft cushions of the couch just seconds after xavier locks the door to his dressing room. his gaze was filled with an unbidden adoration that sets your heart racing.
his hands frame at your face, letting out a whisper of your name before surging forward. he captures your lips in a sweet kiss, while grinding his clothed erection between your legs.
“ngh! x-xavier…”
“hush, starlight.” he hides his face within the curve of your neck, bringing your legs up while sliding a hand down the front of your skirt. when his fingertips meets with the dampness of your panties, you let out a soft moan in response.
“you’re already so wet for me.” there was a hint of pride in his voice, making you shiver when he suddenly bites down on the shell of your ear. “i wonder… is it selfish of me to want you to wet my cock instead of my fingertips?”
you clench your thighs around his hand, hearing xavier let out a low hiss in response, “why don’t you find out for yourself instead of asking questions, xavi?”
he lets out a low groan of your name, pressing himself behind you before lifting one of your legs up. his hand explores the gusset of your panties, shoving them aside as you heard the sounds of shifting fabric coming from behind you.
just moments later, you felt something hot and hard sliding into you. the sounds of your walls taking in xavier’s cock echoes throughout the room, earning you whispered praises from xavier.
“you’re such a good girl for me… now, how about i take you straight to heaven?”
rafayel settles your body above the railing, eyes glazed over with desire for you as his hands runs down the expanse of your sides.
when he suddenly lowers himself to the ground, you tilt your head at him, ready to question what he was doing when your voice suddenly got lost within the confines of your throat.
he spreads your legs before settling himself between them, pulling down your panties with his teeth-
making you nearly fall off the railing had it not been for rafayel’s reflexes. he steadies you by placing his hand against your lower back while pressing his lips against your aching cunt.
feeling his tongue wrestle its way down your tight channel sends red hot pleasure to course through your veins, your hands delving themselves into his hair as rafayel devours you like a man starved.
with every touch and prod of his fingertips, you felt the familiar tightening sensation within your abdomen, causing you to pull at his hair.
“rafe, i’m close…!”
your words trail off in a high pitched keen, with your back arched against the concrete walls the moment you spilled yourself against rafayel’s lips. letting out a grunt of your name, rafayel drinks up everything you have to offer, allowing your arousal to stain at his lips.
he finally removes himself from beneath your skirt, appearing smug when he sees how ruined you looked in the aftermath of his ministrations.
knowing you were currently putty in his hands, rafayel picks up your spent form, carrying you back to somewhere more private with plans to do even more sinful things to you behind closed doors.
your mind was spinning the moment caleb shoves aside all the makeup that once scattered around his desk, pressing your body against the flat surface with his eyes gleaming with hunger for you.
“you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this moment… the moment to claim you completely as mine.”
his hands push at the fabric of your top, revealing your heaving chest that was covered in a lacy bra. letting out a groan, he expertly unclasps it, tossing the garment aside before playing with your hardened nipples.
“c-caleb…”
he ignores your soft whisper of his name, lips already latched on to one of your breasts as his tongue curls greedily around the hardened bud. he keeps his mouth on your chest, using his free hand to travel down your abdomen before sliding off your skirt and panties in one swift motion.
with a precision that has your head spinning, you felt the tip of his cock slam into you before setting a rapid pace. you were so out of it that you didn’t even know how or when caleb slid off his own clothes before claiming you with such a reckless abandon.
instead of questioning it, you bask in the feel of him filling you up-
assuaging the prominent ache between your legs each time he slots his cock back into you.
and when your manager was heard knocking on the dressing room door all while voicing their disdain for being locked out-
neither you or caleb cared.
needless to say, you both forgot about the second portion of your concert that night, unable to untangle yourselves from this private and hedonistic dance.
end notes: i already know i have to skip this banner bc of how i drained my diamonds to get sylus’s rerun myth (;﹏;) im simply writing this as a coping mechanism 💔 this is an unedited, self indulgent mess.
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
tiptoeing the balance between expressing pain and causing pain, a chasm on each side of the rope
when the words trying to coming out have to be trimmed and hemmed and rounded
polished enough to not cause lacerations from the jagged bloody shards of fractured thought.
suffering wrapped in consideration
backspacing rewriting rephrasing as to not impart a hint of offense
they could take this the wrong way they could take this the wrong way they could take this the wrong way they could take this the wrong way they could take this the wrong way
The Rules
1. be more palatable, you don't want them to think you're mad at them, if you say that phrase they'll assume you don't care about them, stop being so harsh, can't you tell they're hurting?
if you're too honest they can throw up their hands and say look how dramatic you're being, tell all their friends you're crazy
roll their eyes as they scroll through the paragraphs
the next time you bare your soul they can decide you're not worth the headache, so be careful
2. always be understanding, especially when they're not. make sure they know you're okay, especially when they're not. couch every sentence in reassurances. you have to be okay so that they can lean on you, because why would they want to spend time with you if you had nothing to offer them.
3. keep your ringer up at night so that if they start to spiral, you're right there with them, stay up with them, let them know they're safe with you. surely they would do the same for you, if you needed it.
when things get heated and you've been leeching their distress and you need to walk away for 10 minutes to remember who you are and where your edges are and what emotions belong to which person, make sure to tell them that you'll be right back, that you'd never leave, and that you will be there for them through all moods, even the negative ones, even the ones that hurt you. surely they would do the same for you. if you needed it.
4. send them cute affirmations when you know they're having a rough day. they say they love each one and it helps them. send ten of them in a message. send one every day. okay but now put them in a place where they can go look at them whenever they want, so that you're not shoving them in their face. they won't go look at them, but they're just so busy, and they forget to check, and you understand, and you understand, and you understand.
5. make sure to always have your phone on you in case they message. if you don't respond quickly, they won't be upset at you, of course not, but they'll hate themselves for being in the way, and they'll just leave you alone to do whatever the more important thing is that you're doing, of course what you're doing is more important than them. you don't want them to feel like that. you have to make sure your brain always has a mental tendril reaching towards them; you don't want to ignore them or leave them hanging.
and it just makes sense when they're busy and can't respond for hours, you don't want to be unreasonable, they're talking to their mom or their attention got sucked into a video game or they fell asleep and you're so understanding and of course it's okay that they cancel, you don't want them to exert themselves when they're not feeling well, and it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.
6. When you start to feel the drift, the connection stretching thin, cling to them as tightly as you can. let them know what feels off and that you need reassurances from them. spend paragraphs reiterating what's wrong and what you've been noticing and overexplain yourself and what you mean. suffocate them. don't let them have any space. surely that's the way to keep them in your life. surely they wont need to get some air and then step back and back and back while you try to close the gap, pushing closer and closer, until they back up so far that they're out the door, closing it in your face.
they will walk away whether you're good and behaved or not, so just don't have demands and see how long you can make it last, see if you can make it last long enough. keep the peace, stay reasonable, hold out long enough.. until every desire is a demand, and you either doormat yourself or show how needy you are.
7. never leave first. never even threaten it because it'll be easy for them to just agree. you're more invested than they are, and besides, you're their ride or die, remember? that applies even if they aren't yours. make them be the ones to walk away. seriously, make them walk away; you can't be reasoned with, you're too complicated, too difficult, too much, and they're just so tired. make them walk away because you're no fun to be around anymore, something's always the matter.
I mean you do sound crazy, all they said was "sure, if you want to" if you asked to hang out with them for the first time in two weeks, or asked if they wanted to see you. why did you have to go and make a big deal out of it? no one else sees the way the words flip and change meanings and intentions, you're making something out of nothing again, and they're going to get annoyed if you keep it up.
8. but remember to never say anything that can make them leave for good, make sure there's always that bridge; repair and fortify and hammer every day while the other side falls decrepit and rots away. you never know when they might come back and you always want to be available if they do.
9. always say "I'll always be here if you want to talk" and "I promise I'll stay" and "you'll always have me to rely on" and "I promise I'll never leave". "we'll be best friends forever". they might even say them back. those are the magic words that you can cast over each friendship, every difficult interaction that threatens to break everything apart. those are the mending words. nothing is permanent when you tell them those phrases.
until it is.
10. be sure to repeat this cycle with each new person you become close to. yeah you've been blocked, distanced, shut down, dropped. abandoned. but see, you did it *wrong* the last time, and now you've processed, you've analyzed, you've figured out the wrong things you said and did and why they left you, you can pinpoint the exact moment that you gave them the ick, when the look they'd always give you disappeared from their eyes. it wont happen this time. this time it's different.
this time you'll be perfect. and they will never, ever leave.
Hey Tumblr! I thought this info was interesting and wanted to share. More thoughts later.
Codependency
Codependency is defined as the excessive emotional and/or psychological reliance on someone. It is more likely to occur if the person in question is an addict, or if he or she has an illness of some sort.
Codependency is characterized by a person belonging to a dysfunctional, one-sided relationship where one person relies on the other for meeting nearly all of their emotional needs. It also describes a relationship that enables another person to maintain their irresponsible, addictive, or underachieving behavior.
How to Know if You're Really in a Codependent Relationship
(1.) Are you unable to find satisfaction in your life outside of a specific person?
(2.) Do you recognize unhealthy behaviors in your partner but stay with them anyway?
(3.) Is the relationship maintained at the cost of your own mental, emotional, and physical health?
Symptoms of Codependency
(1.) Low Self-Esteem
Feeling that you're not good enough or comparing yourself to others. Feeling unlovable and inadequate. Hidden feelings of guilt and/or shame. Using perfectionism as a coping mechanism, because when everything is "perfect," you don't feel bad about yourself.
(2.) People-Pleasing
Not having a choice in helping someone else because saying "no" causes anxiety. They go out of their way and sacrifice their own needs to accommodate other people. They care for others while neglecting themselves, often causing exhaustion and even resentment. There's also the worry or fear that not helping someone will either offend them, or hurt their feelings.
(3.) Poor Boundaries
Boundaries are an imaginary line between you and others. It divides up what's yours and somebody else's, and that applies not only to your body, money, and belongings, but also to your feelings, thoughts, and needs. Codependents tend to feel responsible for other people's feelings and problems or blame their own on someone else. Codependents can often have rigid boundaries as well, meaning they are closed off and withdrawn.
(4.) Reactivity
A consequence of poor boundaries is that you react to everyone's thoughts and feelings. With boundaries, you'd realize it was just their opinion and not a reflection of you and not feel threatened by disagreements.
(5.) Caretaking
Another effect of poor boundaries is that if someone else has a problem, you want to help them to the point that you give up on yourself. They keep trying to help and fix the other person, even when that person clearly isn't taking their advice.
(6.) Control
Control helps codependents feel safe and secure. For codependents, control limits their ability to take risks and share their feelings. Sometimes they have an addiction that either helps them loosen up, like alcoholism, or helps them hold their feelings down, like workaholism, so that they don't feel out of control. Codependents also have the potential to be controlling themselves, either in general or through their caretaking or people-pleasing. They can feel a need to utilize manipulation when they "need" the people around them to behave in a certain way.
(7.) Dysfunctional Communication
Codependents have trouble when it comes to communicating their thoughts, feelings, and needs. Sometimes, you know, but you won't own up to your truth. You're afraid to be truthful, because you don't want to upset someone else. Instead of saying, "I don't like that," you might pretend that it's okay. Communication becomes dishonest and confusing when you try to manipulate the other person out of fear.
(8.) Obsessions
Codependents have a tendency to spend their time thinking about other people or relationships. This is caused by their dependency and their anxiousness. Their fears play a role as well. They can also become obsessed when they think they've made or might make a mistake.
(9.) Denial
One of the problems people face in getting help for codependency is that they're in denial about it, meaning that they don't face their problems. Usually, they think the problem is someone else or the situation. They either keep complaining or trying to fix the other person, or go from one relationship or job to another and never own up the fact that they have a problem. Codependents also deny their feelings and needs. Often, they don't know what they're feeling and are instead focused on what others are feeling. The same thing goes for their needs. They pay attention to other people's needs and not their own. They might be in denial of their need for space and autonomy. Although some codependents seem needy, others act like they're self-sufficient when it comes to needing help. They won't reach out and have trouble receiving. They are in denial of their vulnerability and need for love and intimacy. They may lapse into fantasy to avoid pain by imagining things differently. This ultimately keeps them in their denial state.
(10.) Problems with Intimacy
By this, it is not in reference to sex, although sexual dysfunction often is a reflection of an intimacy problem. This is more in reference to being open and close with someone in an intimate relationship. Because of the shame and weak boundaries, a codependent might fear that they'll be judged, rejected, or left. On the other hand, they may fear being smothered in a relationship and losing their autonomy. They might deny their need for closeness and feel that their partner wants too much of their time; their partner complains that they're unavailable, but he or she is denying his or her need for separateness.
(11.) Painful Emotions
Codependency creates stress and leads to painful emotions. Shame and low self-esteem create anxiety and fear about being judged, rejected, abandoned, making mistakes, being a failure, feeling trapped by being close, or being alone. The other symptoms lead to feelings of anger and resentment, depression, hopelessness, and despair. When the feelings are too much, a codependent can feel numb.
(12.) Dependency
Codependents need other people to like them to feel okay about themselves. They're afraid of being rejected or abandoned, even if they can function on their own. Others may always need to be in a relationship because they feel depressed or lonely when they're by themselves for too long. This trait makes it hard for them to end a relationship, even when the relationship is painful and/or abusive. They often end up feeling trapped.
