i’m having thoughts about a skill points increase-inspired, nobility au, yandere(?) amare game after reading a certain manhwa…
something something you slept with a man and freaked OUT, so you left him before he woke up the next morning. the day after that, you receive a marriage proposal (surprise, surprise, he’s some kind of an influential noble!)….. and there’s no way out of it at this point, so you then end up getting thrown into bride/groom/spouse training. and you raise your stats across skills (stuff like horseback riding, swordsmanship, social, etiquette, embroidery, dancing), and depending on the man you chose and the threshold of skills you develop, you get little scenarios and different endings... the kicker is that his affection is already at like 80 points so if you keep increasing his affection points you'll make him yandere haha haha
as for the love interests…
the cold major sergeant of snezhnaya region, valeriy. his soldiers speak about how he was equally strict as he was respected. yet the passion-filled eyes, the deep grunts, and his electrifyingly cool touch that haunts your dreams speak of a man who had you carved so deeply onto his heart of ice.
maybe he’s liyue's archduke, "morax" who now goes by the name of "zhongli". the mystery man who hasn’t shown up in public for years and was considered ‘retired’. so many conflicting rumors follow him; you thought he probably had a twin with the opposite personality or something.
or maybe he’s the infamous marquis varka, head of the mondstadt royal knights and beloved by all, with his endearing laugh yet rough hands that could easily crush your wrist as he teaches you how to correctly grip a sword?
maybe it’s the elusive count chudomirovich who always stays at the northern borders, with many people speculating about his origins. of how he was an inhuman beast who drank young maidens’ blood, causing his inability to age?
or perhaps it’s the aloof and distant royal scribe alhaitham who dislikes to participate in the nobles’ court? as elusive as the others, if not more, judging from how little information everyone knows about him?
ANGEL | Having a best friend who wants to be the one to take your virginity…
Male Best Friend!OC x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut, you’re both 18 (still in high school), purity kink (oc), cheating (oc on his girlfriend, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, fucking while his parents are home…
Summary: He’s your fuckboy best friend who wants you…
(A/n: First OC fic I’m posting, hope you all like it)
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• He’s your best friend who you’ve known since you were both toddlers. And you’ve stuck together ever since, even late in to your High School years.
• He’s one of the most popular guys in school, known for being the schools biggest fuckboy, with a new ”girlfriend” every other week.
• While you, yourself, weren’t unpopular but you were more so ”popular by proxy”, known for being the guy who has some weird sexual tension with his popular best friend.
• The best friend that buys you a red heart shaped lollipop everyday on the way to school insisting that it’s a completely normal platonic thing to do as he unwraps it and sticks it in your mouth. But who really does it because he loves seeing you suck on it, imagining your lips around something else.
• The best friend who’d never do that for any of his girlfriends cause he dosen’t really like any of them, at least not the way he likes you.
• He has a thing for virgins, loving the idea of deflowering someone, being the one to take their purity, ruining them. He usually gets tired of them afterwards.
• One day he invites you over to his house after school, the two of you hang out, sit outside tanning by the pool, play video games and later you eat dinner with him and his parents. After that you and him lay in his bed watching a movie on his tv.
• You’d be laying on your stomach, making him easily see the outline of your perky butt through your shorts.
• He knew you were still a virgin, you’d have told him if someone had popped your cherry.
• But yet he found something so whorish about you. The way you dressed, you were currently wearing a tank top and short-shorts. The way you sucked on the lollipops he bought you, as if hinting something at him. And the way you had that ”dumb slut” tone of voice.
• You were like a walking contradiction of your own wholesome and sweet personality.
• He’d lay down next to you, as close as he could, then pull you into a hug. And once you started getting confused by his clingyness and asked him what was up, he’d kiss you and you’d kiss back.
• The two of you would roll around in his bed making out. You crothes grinding against each other.
• He’d get you on your knees infront of him, pull down his underwear to reveal his hung thick juicy cock, dangling it in front of your face. And when you’d look up at him from the floor with innocence in your eyes and ask him ”What about your girlfriend?”. He just answers ”What about her?”.
• He’d love finally getting to see your lips wrapped around his cock instead of a lollipop. His dick stuffed in your mouth until you almost choked on it.
• Then he’d undress you, let you lay on the bed as he fingered your ass, he’d then lube his cock. And as you turned on to your back and he’d spread your legs he’d start pushing himself in to you.
• He’d love finally getting his cock inside your tight virgin hole, it clenched hard around him. He loved the sound of your moans and whines from having his dick shoved deep inside you.
• He’d say things like ”Fuck your loving this aren’t you, you’re not as innocent as I thought” and ”My little virgin, Y/n, finally losing it and to me of all people”.
• He knew that his parents definetely heard what the two of you were doing upstairs, hearing their son taking his friend like he did with every other girlfriend he’d ever had. The sound of his creaking bed, the sound of your moans, the sound their son’s rough thrusts. They could hear it all.
• The moans coming out of your mouth were music his ear. It helped encourage him and roll his hips so reach deeper inside you.
• He’d fuck you so good you came early and watch your embarassed face as you both knew he was far from done with you. But he’d just smile continuing his thrusts deep into until you got hard again.
• Once he’d gotten you to cum two more times he finally started getting close to his own orgasm and he pushed his full hard self into you erupting inside you, his cum taking what little you had left of your innocence.
• He’d pull out of you watching as your gaping hole leaked with his seed. The sight could make him hard all over again.
• He’d lay down and pull you close to him and whisper how good you had been. And he’d hold you as you drifted off to sleep as he layed awake thinking about you.
• Once the virginity was taken he grew tired of whoever he slept with, he only liked the part of having them first, ruining them for those who came after.
• But you were different to him, now that he’d deflowered you, he needed to be by your side to protect you from the sinful world he’d now taken you into.
Notes: Minors don't interact please,(this idea popped into my head while I was eating sweets), basically full on breeding kink scenarios with Aamon, Xavier and Nolan. Use of words, cock, pussy and cunt. Implied relationship. Your Aamon's wife, mating press, a bit of dacryphilia, creampie, rough sex, nicknames used love/darling (Aamon). Your Xavier's fiancee, spooning, slow and gentle sex, light biting, kinda vouyerism?, nicknames used kitten/lil' kitty (Xavier), your Nolan's wife and Layla's mom in this, riding (cow girl position), soft sex, daddy kink, nicknames used babygirl/sweetheart (Nolan). As always reader is female.
Aamon
The both of you had talked about having kids, a few times. But it was Aamon who was definitely most eager to have a kid with you but knows that you don't want one yet so he waits. But of course, his patience would grow thin with the fact if you guys are already married for a few months or a year, that you still don't want to have a child. Aamon was getting itchy with you saying yes, but when you did, he was ecstatic. Unknowingly by you, Aamon had to keep track of your period since you'll be more fertile before it starts. So he won't be surprised when you say you missed your period, knowing now that his one goal in life is complete. To build a loving family with you.
You whimper and squirm in bed as Aamon relentlessly plowed himself into your tight hole. You two have been at it for at least two hours now. Your legs were pushed to your shoulders, rendering you physically unable to move fully or cover your pretty face with your delicate hands as your lover was fixated on thrusting into your tight warm cunt. Aamon groans, leaning down against you and catching your lips with his, his hips never stop grinding against yours, making you feel every vein and throb of his massive shaft making you cry softly into the kiss.
"A-Aamon.. I-It's too much! P-please-!" You pull away from the kiss and cry as he continues to thrust into your sensitive pussy.
A soft growl emitting from him as he feels you tighten making him close his eyes. His seed from earlier rounds was slowly slipping out of your hole. He looks at you once more, his sharp blue eyes staring into your teary ones making him feel euphoric as he pounds into your wet cunt.
"You're so pretty with those tears, my love.." He chuckles as he kisses your tears away, his hold on you was tightening and you knew he was going to cum again. You already felt so full with the previous amount of cum that he pumped into you in the earlier rounds.
"You're feel so good, darling.. I can't wait to see you rounded and full with my child.. you'll make a good mama for my child, hm?" He whispers into you ear with a soft groan, making you moan out a yes as his thrusts got sloppy.
"Don't worry about being alone when the time comes.. I'll always be right by your side and our child's. My darling, I love you so much.."
Xavier
Xavier wasn't against having kids, but in his situation right now. It was best to end the fight first against Alice the Demon Queen, herself and the Monastery of Light that's still after him. He knew about how you wanted to start a family with him someday, he would be lying if he said that the idea of having a family never went into his mind. Xavier loves you very much so, almost to the point he'd rather die than live if you end up not being by his side anymore. He's already like a father to Yin, Julian and Melissa since he looks after them so much, and to the three teenagers, they see you as their mother. Which basically makes the five of you, a family wherever you guys go. But he doesn't mind indulging you in your fantasies of having a child of his own. A child with yours and his blood.. soon, maybe.. once it's all over. He'll have a family with you, a peaceful and happy family of his own.
Xavier coos at you as you squirm and try grind your hips back against him, but his grip on you was firm as he slowly slid his shaft into you, making you moan his name softly. He places light kisses all over your neck and shoulder, continuing at his gentle pace.
"Quiet now, kitten.. you don't want to wake up the kids don't you?" Xavier whispers into your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. You shake her head and whimper a little, trying your best to stay quiet so neither Julian, Yin and Melissa, who were sleeping across the both of you, won't wake up. The soft blanket that's covering you both, shuffles lightly with each movement but it wasn't loud enough to be heard by the three sleeping teenagers who looked comfortable having their dreams.
You bit in a moan as Xavier hits your spot, your hands gripping the ones that were holding tightly onto your hips as you do your best to keep the moans from spilling out of your pretty lips. Xavier finds it amusing but doesn't comment on it as he continued to thrust into your warm walls. He groaned when you tightened on his cock, making him squeeze your hips in return.
"I love you so much.. soon, maybe.. we'll have a family just like you want.. I'll give you my seed.. and in return, hn.. you'll give me a child, isn't that right lil kitty?" You can feel his warm breath on your neck, whimpering as quiet as you could, nodding.
"That's my kitten.. s-soon, once this is all over. We'll do this as many times until you get pregnant. I swear it.."
Nolan
Nolan never wanted to part away from you and your daughter. But he needed to, in order to save the universe and repair the damage that has been spread. It's been over sixteen years since his disappearance without a word of goodbye. You always hoped that he would come back to you and your daughter. Layla looked exactly like Nolan while she inherited your personality. It was a cold night when a familiar face stood in front of your door making you tear up.
Nolan breathes heavily, planting kisses along your neck and chest. Your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.
"I missed you.. I missed you so much, sweetheart." Nolan continues lay kisses on your neck while he guides your hips up and down, your pussy swallowing his cock inside making him groan softly when you tighten around him.
"I missed you too.. I missed you so much.." You cry softly as you cling to him tighter, letting him guide you as you take his cock inside your warm walls. You didn't know what to do if ever he has to go, you wanted him to stay. Nolan however intended to stay with you and Layla from now on. But he also wants to have another child with you after missing the many years he could've spent watching and taking care of Layla.
"You'll give me another child, yes babygirl?" Nolan thrusts up into you, you do your best to sync his thrusts, moaning everytime he hits that spot, going deep into your cervix making you moan loudly. Your husband moans when he feels you tighten around his cock, urging him to go at a slight faster pace.
"Let's give Layla a sibling, sweetheart.. but this time.. I'll stay.. I'll stay with you and the family that we've built.."
(I haven't seen a Nolan x Reader smut yet. But.. I hope I did good :'D)
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⚠️ Warning: I write mature scenarios. Some storylines may have darker themes, physical pregnancy or sparked readers, mentions of past abuse, alcoholism, or even dubc0n. If these things make you uncomfortable or are triggering, this is likely not the blog for you.
About/Warnings/Assorted Headcanons and Scenarios For the G1/IDW stories because the Character Limits Keep Thwarting Me
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Starscream x Reader/ Soundwave x Reader/ Megatron x Reader
Everything Is Alright
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Patterns-Starscream
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Possessive-Starscream
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Exhaustion
Learning-Starscream
Everything is Alright outtake- Shockwave
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Alt Mode-Megatron
Rite-Starscream
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Domestic
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Everything Is Alright scenes Pt 1
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Sparkling
Future
Field Trip
Fan Art
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Circuits and Wires
Jazz x Reader
Over it Now
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When You're Around
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Better Open the Door
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Where I Belong
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Stand Too close
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TKO
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Can't Finish What You Started
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Gravity
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Last Night
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Floating Down The River
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Stop Talking
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Feel Like Rain
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Hold Me Down
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I Can't Decide
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Shiver
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You (Don't) Know Me
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Too Tired To Wink
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Love Me Dead
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She Is Afraid
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You were a statue when the truth came out. As still and expressionless as an android. Arguably, more expressionless than the actual android in front of you.
Nines prided himself on his composure, the detachment that he could implement with ease when the job demanded it. It was what he’d been doing for the past three months, three months he’d spent undercover, playing a role in order to catch a bad guy. A worthy cause. On paper, at least.
Of course, it was never that simple. He’d predicted a number of complications, but had never imagined that the biggest one would be you.
You were the only child of his target. It had been all too easy to befriend you, slowly chip away at your defences until you started confiding in him. It had all gone according to plan, exactly on schedule. As he’d preconstructed, you’d spilled vital information about your father’s operation, and all it had cost him was a handful of mediocre dates. Your standards had been much, much lower than he’d anticipated. That should have been the first sign. What was that human saying? Hindsight is 20-20.
You hadn’t just revealed intel that he could take to his boss; you’d also spoken about yourself. Through the long conversations he’d had with you, Nines had learned about you. You’d felt trapped, stuck by obligations that your father seemed to think came first, above all things, including your happiness. You’d wanted to go to college, study to learn skills to change the world. Instead, you’d spent those years working for your father, learning the ‘family business’ against your will, while your father and his associates ignored your reluctance. You’d had no one else to confide in, unless you wanted your words getting back to your father. Nines had been a port in a storm, someone new, someone without the blind loyalty that usually surrounded you.
In short, you were someone that the agency should be trying to help. Instead, Nines had received orders to get close to you for the secrets you carried, and when he’d obtained those secrets, he’d been ordered to squeeze every last bit of information out of you. Like you were a suspect. Like you were as guilty as your family instead of a victim of their greed.
Nines wasn’t the top agent for nothing. He saw the opportunity you provided clear as day. He knew he would follow his orders despite the prickle of unease they caused, because it made tactical sense to do so. He also knew that taking that opportunity made him a callous, calculating bastard.
As an android, he saw the world as it was, without whimsy, sentiment or mindless optimism. He’d never seen any evidence that faith was rewarded, or that praying to deities made any difference to…well, anything. He’d certainly never believed in karma. And yet, maybe it did exist after all, because he was fairly certain that he was experiencing it now.
He’d given his all in missions before; wooing, kissing and fucking his way to the desired result if necessary. They were simply tasks to complete, deleted off his HUD and left in the past when over. So, it had come as a surprise when he couldn’t stop thinking about his time with you. Shut up in his temporary accommodation, where he wasn’t required to pretend, he’d found himself replaying significant moments rather than taking the chance to decompress. The sensors on his palms remembered the softness of your skin. His tongue longed for the taste of you. The network of nerves under his synthetic skin ached for the feel of your touch, just waiting for you to ignite them and set him ablaze. Nines could flawlessly fake anything he needed to in the bedroom, but with you, that software remained dormant.
The guilt was almost as acute as the longing.
He negotiated a deal with his bosses to keep you out of jail in exchange for your damning testimony. You’d done some questionable things, but you’d been under duress, too scared to refuse or break away. You didn’t deserve the same fate as the others. He wasn’t sure if it was much of a gesture, but it helped with the guilt.
When he had enough evidence that a solid case could be built against your father, Nines called for back-up. Agents stormed the building and the truth came out, and you…you said nothing. You did nothing. Your expression barely changed. Had you guessed the truth and let it play out? Or were you in shock? Nines couldn’t tell, and that was extremely rare. His advanced capabilities allowed him to get a good read on almost anyone. Not you, it seemed. Not in this moment.
You took his deal. Of course you did. You weren’t stupid, and it was clearly the best option for you. You were released, free to forge a new life for yourself until you were called for the trial, whenever that would be. The agency let you use a safe-house until you figured out what you were going to do.
It took Nines nearly two days to visit you there. He’d spent the majority of that time debating with himself about whether you would even want to see him. When he’d concluded that you wouldn’t, he debated whether he should see you anyway, whether he owed you the full truth and an apology. Upon deciding that he definitely owed you that, (and much more), he debated how to say what he needed to say before you inevitably threw him out. For an android with his processing power, it should have taken him seconds to make that decision. Minutes if he was being generous. Instead…two whole days. Deviancy really was a menace in some ways.
You answered the door quickly enough that he suspected you’d heard his car pull up and had peeked out the window. Was that a good sign? Too early to tell. There were shadows under your eyes, eyes that were usually brighter than they were now. Your relationship with your father was complicated, but the man was still family. Knowing that he was sitting in jail – that you would help put him there on a more permanent basis – was taking a toll, even if Nines detected signs of relief in your features too.
You stepped back without a word, inviting him in, and he walked past you. The safe-house was nice but impersonal. The only evidence that you were living there at all was the empty fast food containers he spied on the coffee table. He dismissed a notification about the salt and sugar content of the food. Now was not the time to discuss your cholesterol.
“How are you?” he asked.
You shrugged. Although you were more animated than the night of your father’s arrest, you were still more guarded than Nines was used to. Your folded arms were an obvious barrier, but were you holding yourself together or trying to keep him at a distance? Perhaps both.
“I came to apologise,” he said. “I needed information from you to build the case against your father.”
You nodded. “I figured.”
Nines frowned at the calmness in your demeanour. “I used you.”
“Yeah,” you agreed.
“Why aren’t you angry?”
You let out a sigh. “Too tired, I guess. Besides, I’m used to it. He used me too, and for a hell of a lot longer than you did.”
Something in his chassis twisted at being compared to your father. It didn’t sit well, even if it was factually correct.
Was this how your father had exploited you for so long? By keeping you so beaten down that you couldn’t muster enough fire to fight back? And then Nines had come along, offered you solace, then acted in the exact same way. So much so that you weren’t even surprised. It was how you’d expected to be treated.
“You let me into your confidence,” Nines said, searching your face. “You let me into your bed. You trusted me enough to sleep beside me. I searched your room while you slept, I read your journal, downloaded your computer files, looked through every bank statement and receipt. I took you out to get you to talk. I complimented your clothes, your smile, your taste in music. I fucked you again and again so that you’d talk to me afterward.”
There, a flicker behind your eyes. A glossiness that hadn’t been there before.
“You should hate me,” he finished.
You shook your head. “You were trying to do something that probably should have been done years ago.”
Nines narrowed his eyes, taking half a step closer. He wasn’t about to let you simply allow yourself to be collateral damage. You had been, there was no getting away from that. Necessary collateral damage in the fight for the greater good. But that didn’t mean you should just accept it. You had a right to be angry. You should be angry.
He needed you to be, because if you weren’t, the guilt was going to consume him.
“Hate me.”
Your perceptive gaze roamed his face, but you shook your head again.
“Hate me,” he growled, surprised when it came out as a plea.
“No,” you said sharply.
“I…” Nines found himself trailing off, at a metaphorical roadblock. When had this become about him? Wasn’t this about you?
No. He’d come to see you because he needed your anger. He deserved it. It was the only thing that would soothe the remorse inside him, that would pacify his sense of justice. And then, maybe, he could earn your forgiveness.
“I won’t hate you, Nines,” you said, voice gentle but harbouring a soft tremble. “I can’t.”
He scanned your face, reading the truth and feeling it impact him like a jolt of electricity.
“You pity me,” he realised.
You didn’t deny it, looking away. Your hands clutched at your sleeves, your folded arms drawing tighter around yourself.
“You spent three whole months pretending,” you said. “And I’m guessing it’s not the first time you’ve done something like this. You were convincing enough that you must go all in. I mean, you slept with me, didn’t you? You probably didn’t even want to. You gave your all for your mission. 100% commitment, living a lie. So I’m wondering…what’s left? When you’re not pretending, do you even know who you are? Because I can’t see how someone who’s happy with themselves can give their whole self to the lie.”
An automatic denial rose up and died on his tongue. Pure instinct, regardless of the truth or the consequences. How very human of him.
“I can do it because I compartmentalise,” he told you. “I find it easy to separate what I have to do from my emotional responses. It makes me very good at my job.”
You huffed a breath through your nose, a bitter display of almost-amusement. “You’re still trying to make me angry. I’m not going to alleviate your guilt, you need to find a way to do that on your own. You may compartmentalise your emotional responses, but they’re still there, aren’t they? You’re feeling them now or you wouldn’t be here.”
Nines stared at you, HUD blank as you called him out. You’d hit the mark on so many things, and yet…
“You’re wrong.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “Am I? How?”
How did he begin? How did he find the right way to tell you that it wasn’t just about his guilt, but something much more…
His LED spun as he realised what he needed to do. Complete honesty. Total openness. He needed to make himself vulnerable in a way that went against both his nature and programming.
For a moment, he recalled a flicker of one of Connor’s memories. Standing on a rooftop, on the edge of a precipice, unsure if he would fall or remain on sturdy ground. He felt similarly now.
“I came here to apologise to you because I used you, and you should be angry with me for it. You should be angry at this entire situation. You have the right to not be okay with how you’ve been treated.” He let his gaze hold yours, pleased to see a spark of intensity in it at last. Whatever you were feeling, it was better than numbness. “I’m sorry. I…would like to earn your forgiveness someday. Not to assuage my guilt, but because…because I need to.”
You looked a little bewildered by the turn of the conversation. Nines couldn’t blame you. It had derailed spectacularly. At least he was being honest with you now, even if it was the bare minimum of what you deserved. And oddly, it was helping in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Maybe you had a point. Maybe he spent too much of his time caught up in lies.
“What do you mean, you need to?” you asked.
Nines drew some cool air into his system. “I said I found it easy to separate my emotional responses. That was true. It’s always been true. Until you.”
Your eyes widened a fraction.
“I didn’t strictly need to sleep with you to get information,” he added. “You’d already told me a lot. I did it because I couldn’t help myself. During those moments when I wasn’t pretending, all I could think about was you. I needed you in a way I’ve never needed anyone. It was terrifying. More so when I knew I couldn’t compromise the mission. I was destined to hurt you, but it was the only way to set you free. That’s why I need your forgiveness, although I do not expect to receive it. I’ll content myself with knowing you’re safe. You were right that I wanted your anger to counter the guilt. It…felt more attainable than your forgiveness. What I told you was right too, though: you do deserve to be angry at the way you’ve been treated. Both by me and your family. Don’t let anyone walk over you again. Promise me that.”
You didn’t respond, your expression stunned. Then it cleared, replaced by the ire he’d initially been hoping to see. It didn’t help at all.
“How can I believe a single word you say now?” you asked, unfolding your arms to make a helpless, exasperated gesture.
Nines studied you sadly. “Maybe you can’t. All I can do is tell you that it’s the truth. It’s up to you whether you believe me or not. And I know it’s impossible. I was designed to pretend.”
“Are you going to do this exact same thing to someone else?”
“Probably,” he admitted. “If it’s what the mission requires. Unless I quit.”
“Will you? Quit, I mean.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never felt this…torn…after a mission before,” he said truthfully. “You’ve made me doubt everything I thought I knew about myself.”
Perhaps it was the matter-of-fact way he said it, or perhaps you’d asked yourself what he’d have to gain from lying to you now, but you lost a little of your hostility.
“I don’t know what to think,” you said. “But I know we can’t just pick up like nothing happened.”
Nines nodded. “You need to think about your future, regardless of whether or not I’m in it.”
You sighed heavily, running a hand across your tired eyes. “Look, Nines…I can’t judge this properly right now. I’m hurting because of you, and at the same time, you’re the only person I want to see to help make it better. I need…I need some time to think.”
“Of course.”
“Give me a month. In exactly four weeks, one of three things will happen. Either I’ll call you and we’ll talk, I’ll call you and ask for more time, or I won’t call at all ever again.”
He nodded, accepting your reasonable terms and the sliver of hope that accompanied them.
“But…” you added, a frown deepening your troubled expression, “if we have any kind of future together, I don’t know if I…if I can be with someone who does what you do. I can’t stand the thought of you doing this to someone else and making them think it’s real. Or maybe you’d find someone you like better and it would go exactly like this. I don’t even know which is worse. I…I guess we’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.”
“We will,” he promised you. “It can be one of the things we talk about if you want to talk. I…hope you do.”
“I hope I do too.”
He headed for the front door, stepping out into the cool air. You followed, your previously-blank face awash with mixed emotions. He wanted to draw you into his arms and kiss away the negative ones, making way for the beautiful smile that he was afraid he’d never see again. He needed to be patient. Hope wasn’t lost. Not yet.
“Nines?”
He glanced at you expectantly.
“I said I didn’t hate you. I don’t want you to hate yourself either. Promise you won’t.”
He nodded, lips curving into a small smile. “I’ll try.”
“Good enough. I’ll…talk to you in four weeks.”
The hope glowed brighter in his chest, and he nodded again. “In four weeks.”
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he’s so smug about being experienced, but it’s not even just confidence; it’s because his head is ruined by all the dirty things he’s seen in porn. and not the normal, heavily produced and scripted stuff, the disgusting bottom-barrel videos. grainy clips with horrible lighting and loud, sloppy sounds.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ the kind of stuff that's fried his dopamine receptors and rotted his brain to what it his now. he can’t even picture kissing anyone without also imagining spit dripping down their chin or tears filling their eyes from choking on his tongue shoved down their throat.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he's wound himself up on every gooner video he can find, and now he can't get off to anything soft or normal anymore.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he thinks spitting in someone’s mouth is baseline, cum eating, deepthroating, crying during sex, tummy bulges, choking... is all just part of “normal” sex.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he’s the boy who can’t kiss without grinding his hips, can’t hug without grabbing, can’t think of you, his sweet innocent little crush without relating those porn scenes onto your body.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he can't hold eye contact for long because if you look at him even a little he’s instantly flashing through ten scenarios in his head of how he can make you drool and scream instead.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ has no shame about being hard in inconvenient situations, like talking to you, or watching your thighs rub together when you sit, or seeing your plump ass strain in your pants when you bend over.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ always leaning back in his chair, legs spread indecently wide, hands shoved in his pockets like he’s hiding something. he is, his fat, drooly cock.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he doesn’t even try to hide when he palms himself through his pants after a particularly bad bout of staring. smirks right at you, daring you to say something.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ makes everything pervy and ensures you watch him as he does. the way he eats a peach mimics eat the way he eats someone out, slow at first, tongue tracing the skin, deliberately messy, sucking until juice runs down his chin and he’s groaning like he can taste you instead. he chews pens until they’re slick with spit and then pulls them out of his mouth with a pop, twirling them between his fingers before grinning at you, like look at me, look at what i can do with my mouth.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he’s a mutterer. constant mutters. “fuck, the things I’d do.” “not fair wearing that around me.” “bet you'd scream real nice on my cock”
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ his room smells like cum. sour, musky. his sheets are stiff, his socks crusted, his pillowcase stained where he’s humped into it imagining it’s your hole. he buys the tiniest fleshlights possible too, ones that match your skin tone.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ he doesn’t bother covering up when you catch him. if you open the door and he’s got his pants shoved down, cock in hand, drool dripping from his lips, he grins. keeps stroking, locks eyes with you, groans louder.
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ vocal. moans, whimpers, filthy cursing. he pants your name when he cums, sometimes gasping out the dirtiest shit.“so tight, fuck, want your throat, want your cunt, please, please. gotta knock you up.”
ִֶָ. .་༘࿐ keeps you in his spankbank for everything. you can giggle and he’ll jerk off about how your body jolted, chest and thighs jiggling from the motion. you can push your hair out of your face and he's imagining grabbing a fistful of it to fuck your face.
𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; You linger in Dexter Morgan’s shadows, close enough to feel the darkness he hides so well. You know his secrets, his rituals, the thrill he keeps hidden from the world. Silently, you wait for that perfect moment to step into his path—so he can finally see that he’s been hunted all along.
𝔠𝔴 / 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 ; (688words) mentions of cults, stalking, potential violence, intrusive thoughts, and elements of psychological tension.
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ
He was supposed to be the predator.
You’d watched him for a year now, the man who walked through the world with an all too familiar blend of invisibility and quiet command. Dexter Morgan, a blood–spatter analyst by day and something far more dangerous by night. But those were his surface-level disguises. You’d begun to peel back the layers, unraveling the nuances of a man who navigated life in the shadows, just as you have for so many years now.
It started innocently enough—fleeting moments when you’d caught sight of him on the crowded Miami streets, merging into the sea of faces like he belonged there. But you knew better. You knew what it was to wear masks, to walk amoung people undetected, unseen and unnoticed. There was something about him, the way he looked at the world, made him all the more intriguing.
So you watched. Carefully, hidden, with a patience you’d honed over years of practice, you observed him as he slipped out of his office at night, slightly tense in his gaze, focused, distant, as if he were listening to something only he could hear. Often times, you’d follow him to the places he frequented; his home, abandoned warehouses, places where the thin line between light and darkness blurred. You learned his routines, the way he’d pull his signature black gloves onto his hands, the way his eyes would sweep across the streets with a meticulous attention to detail before stepping into his own hidden rituals.
It fascinated you.. his dance, this performance between worlds. His life was a careful balance of precision and secrecy. And then there were his victims. You’d seen him work, watched from the edges as he sized up those he deemed worthy enough. You hadn’t intervened— after all, it wasn’t about them. It was about him. You needed to understand his purpose, what drove him and what rulebook or code tethered him to this life.
You began to study his life beyond the night as well, picking up pieces of Dexter Morgan, the man, the father, the blood-spatter analyst, the widower, the mask. You’d slip into his world unnoticed, lingering at places he went during the day; you listened to his colleagues, his sister and the casual comments that painted a picture of someone, friendly, yet distant, the “nice guy” who kept to himself.
You learned his patterns, his preferences, even the small, old habits he indulged in when he thought no one was watching. You uncovered the Dexter he showed to the world, the façade that kept his true nature hidden.
But you could see it—the subtle tension in his jaw, the guarded look in his eyes that surfaced when someone got too close, the small tells of a hidden life. The knowledge inside you—the kind of intimacy that was both exhilarating and forbidden—you knew him in a way no one else did, knew him not by the lies he told, but by the silence he kept.
So, you kept waiting, biding your time. You wanted him to know that he been seen, that he wasn’t as invisible as he thought. You wanted him to understand that he was no longer the only one who lived by a code of shadows. You watched him for countless nights—slipping in and out of his world like a phantom, leaving a sense of unease that you knew would begin to gnaw at him.
Until finally, one night, you decided it was time.
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important; please keep in mind that the dexter character is not my own original creation; it’s inspired by the work of the creators behind the tv show.
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