I need a bit of help here, people.
I've been in a long-distance relationship for 11 years. He visits me one to two weeks a year, is smart, kind, very sweet, and full of love.
However, I find him to be very unattractive.
Mostly because I feel that I am the only one putting any effort in bettering my physical health, maintaining my appearance, and also... I'm not at all attracted to him. Not the way he is attracted to me, at least. He tries to initiate sex and I... đ€ą I just can't.
I feel awful. I love his mind and the way he treats me, and I've been desperately trying to change how I feel because I know appearances aren't everything. I feel guilty.
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impostor syndrome: Oh no what if they can all tell that I'm an idiot who's not even supposed to be here, this is terrible. goblin mode: I am the idiot that they use to test whether something's idiot-proof, and boy is this place not up to code.
âȘ ⥠⫠âââ â â â close to you â ăł â n.brown â” âȘ ⥠⫠âââ ( synopsis ) nicolas brown becomes close with a teacher in ergastulum's 8th district.
âĄ Ë Ë â§ â handyman!nicolas x teacher!reader, female reader, female anatomy described, canonverse, reader knows sign language, soft!nicolas, written with black reader in mind, oral (m.receiving), riding/cowgirl position, protective!nicolas, he feels you up wink wink, i know the gansta fandom about 25 people pls don't let this flop besties, dej is practicing writing soft smut, i put sign language in quotation marks bc i have read in this guide that it's best to do that when writing deaf characters, my entry for @maydayaisha 'anti collab event', wc: 5.2k, minors dni !
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BEING A TEACHER IN A CITY THAT LURKED WITH TWILIGHTS AND CRIME WASNâT THE EASIEST. To you, it felt like it was the people with the most money that controlled Ergastulum. It sucked that much funding didnât go towards the school, but you worked with what you had with the money you made. Buying little treats for your students from Gramps snacks to pencils and notebooks for students that didnât have any. As you sat at the desk, you could hear the sound of your student Isabelle coloring in the coloring book you provided for her as you waited for her parents to pick them up. You could tell the little girl was growing impatient with each strike of the clock due to how harshly she gripped the yellow crayon in her hand. While your classroom lights flickered, you kissed your teeth when you realized that the handymen you requested to change the bub didnât come today.Â
Isabelle glances up at you and your face softens. The little girl was seven and you knew that she was slowly getting a grasp on the things around her. Especially given that she was one of the only deaf students in your class. Her parents had a thing where they swarmed themselves with so much work that they forget to pick up their own child. You were frustrated and angry at the fact that they would rather keep themselves busy with their work than bother to pick up their child or show up to her little school events. You hated thinking that maybe they thought her loss of hearing was a burden. That made your stomach form the most hideous knots at the thought of it and the doe-eyed look she was giving you at the moment was ten seconds away from having your lip quiver.Â
You were used to it by now. She didnât live that far away from the school, her house wasnât even that far from your house. However, you didnât trust the wicked streets of Ergastulum to let the little girl walk home alone. So, you found yourself walking her home no matter what.Â
âMy parents forgot didnât that?â Isabelle signed to you.
You could see that her bold brown eyes were beginning to water, âIâm sorry. They probably got caught up with work again,â You signed back. âJust let me finish up this lesson plan and we can head out, okay?â You soon signed back and you watched as the little girl lifted her hands to attempt to sign something back, but her movements were put to a halt when you heard a knock on your opened classroom door.Â
Thatâs when you saw him. Nicolas Brown. He wasnât a stranger around the schoolâhe and his friend Worick always found themselves fixing little things around the building like that one door that never actually closes or the one toilet that doesnât flush. However, you never actually talked to either one of them. Youâve heard faint whispers about how attractive they were from other teachers, but you minded your business and ignored the mere gossip in the teacherâs lounge. You took notice that it was only him which you understood considering that you just needed a light bulb changed in the room. That task surely wouldnât need two men to do. You didnât say much just like him, but it was Isabelle who took note of the way he moved. It was as if she could pick up on his body language.Â
The little girl watched as he stood on one of the chairs to change the light bulb. Soon pushing herself from her seat and she waltzes over to him in a state of curiosity. Her head tilted to the side watching as he was changing the light bulb that your students kept complaining about. When he was done, Isabelle took the opportunity to tug at the manâs black-colored slacks he was wearing. When you glanced up after finishing the last lesson plan, you nearly leaped out of your seat seeing how close Isabelle was to him. You werenât particularly afraid of him being around children, after all, heâs been in the school many times, it was the fact that she was in his personal space. You quickly stood up grabbing a hold of Isabelleâs hand and dragging her back to her. âYou canât be so close to people you donât know.â You signed to her. âPlease apologize.â You add.
Isabelle blinked at you a couple of times before she turned to a confused Nicolas to sign her apologies to him. Your lips parted to explain to him that she was signing that she was sorry, but to both you and Isabelleâs shock, you watched as Nicolas signed perfectly back. With Isabelle, the news that her parents forgot to pick her up causes a grey cloud to lurk over her small body, but watching Nicolas sign back to herâher face lit up so bright that you felt strings tugging on your heart. It was the same look she gave you when you successfully signed something for her. A rich feeling of being comfortable around some people.Â
âOkay, Isabelle. Now that Mr. Nicolas fixed our lights for us, we should get out of here. Iâll walk you home.â You signed while also speaking out loud so she could read your lips.Â
She gave you a nod before going to collect her belongings, while you did the same. You didnât even notice that Nicolas was still standing in the middle of your classroom. Still astonished at the little kid signing back at him so perfectly and then struck by the sudden beauty of seeing you and the way you were gentle with the young girl. It was an experience he had never been able to experience growing up, especially with being a Twilight.Â
âThank you, Mr. Nicolas. But we should really get out of here, I would hate to have to walk home in the dark,â You signed.
You watched as the once stern look that was pasted on Nicolasâs face disappeared. His posture relaxed in front of you before heâs signing, âI will walk you two to your destinations.âÂ
Your chapstick-covered lips parted to argue, hands already going up to protest against his kind gestures. However, the tug at your charcoal grey pencil skirt by Isabelle caused you to abruptly stop. She was perfectly fine with this gentleman walking the two of you to your destination and the way she proudly led you and Nicolas out of the building showed that. The sky illuminated a faded orange color as the sun was just setting, reaching its season where it became darker earlier than usual. As you clutched at your bag, your eyes never left the child that was skipping with joy in front of you and Nicolas. The both of you basking in the silence as your feet followed Isabelle towards her home. Sheâs done this walk so many times that you were sure she could remember her way home blindfolded. You just didnât trust to let her walk herself home considering her hearing being gone.Â
You and Nicolasâs arms lightly brushed against each other as you were walking alongside the sidewalk. You could see small shop owners prepping to close their stores for the evening. Once you could smelt the sweet scent of cherry pie that always came from Isabelleâs neighbor's house, you knew that the three of you were near. You watched as Isabelle leaned forward to let her small fist knock on the door. You took a couple of steps placing your hand on her shoulders protectively. You had to have this talk with her parents and when the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overpowered the cherry pie scent when you saw her father.Â
Your face scrunched up in disgust while it seemed the grasp on Isabelleâs shoulder tighten. You didnât want her to go in there when her father was in this state. You watched as he stepped aside to let his daughter inside the house which caused you to finally let her go. You knelt down to her sight giving her a smile, âIâll see you tomorrow. Iâm going to come so we can walk to class together.â You signed to her.Â
Isabelle gave you a smile and nodded with quickness. Her eyes soon averting to Nicolasâwhom you assumed walked away already now that youâve reached Isabelleâs house. She signed a quick thank you before rushing into her home disappearing further and further inside the home. You stood up smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your pencil skirt, âMr. Newman, I know you and your wife are extremely busy with work, but itâs important to have someone pick Isabââ
SLAM.
You jumped at the harsh door slam in your face, subtly flinching at the aggressive action done by Isabelleâs father. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your fist clenched tightly before your hand went back to knock once again. This time your knock was as harsh as the slamming of the door. When you heard the door unlocking, you could feel Nicolas's presence next to you. When Mr. Newman appeared at the door, in a span of two seconds Nicolas collected him by the collar of his shirt. The grasp he had on the drunken man was so tight that if you looked closely, you could see Nicolasâs knuckles turn white. He tugs him closer so that his mouth was near the guyâs ear. You stood there and witnessed Mr. Novakâs face turn to the most horrified expression. You even could see that his eyes begin to water at whatever Nicolasâs voice croaked in his ears. Then Nicolas released the hold he had on him, letting the man scatter to the ground and cough up apologies towards you.Â
âItâs okay, just please make sure to pick up Isabelle on time tomorrow and sober. I donât want to get the cops involved,â You firmly stated before youâre twirling around and walking away from the house.Â
Your heart was pouncing against your chest as you realized what just happened. He defended your honor as if he was your knight in shining armor and you didnât know what to say or react. As the two of you were walking, him promptly following you to your next destination, you stepped in front of him. The puzzled look he gave you caused your heartbeat to slow down. You now were taking in his features. Now understand why the teachers whispered about him in such a nefarious manner. He was attractive, extremely attractive.Â
âThank you, Iâve always had trouble with her father.â You signed. âI can walk home by myself now.âÂ
Even when you walked away, he still followed you like a guardian angel and you didnât bother to protest against it. Once you stopped in front of your home, you would glance around your surroundings. You didnât need any nosey neighbors peeking through their curtains to see the local elementary teacher letting a man into her home. You couldnât afford to be the gossip in your small neighborhood, especially when the elderly have been urging you to settle down before your pretty looks fade away. With your keys in your hand, you would fall back on your dorr before signing to Nicolas, âTo show my gratitude for you, please join me for dinner. Itâs okay if youâre busy though. We can always do it another time.âÂ
You studied his facial features, once again taking in how gorgeous he was. So caught up in your own thoughts before realizing that he had accepted your offer. His fingers snap in front of your face to break the trace that causes your cheek to heat up like a burning flame. You uttered an apology as if he could hear it before turning around to unlock the door. When you pushed the door open, you would step inside first. You turned the lamp that was in the living room on after quickly kicking off your shoes to slide into the house slippers you kept near the door.Â
Your house was like a sacred tomb to you. It was filled with so many memories, both good and bad and you had a thing where you just couldnât let them go. The house was given to you when your grandparents passed away, some of the furniture once belonged to them. âI can take your jacket for you,â You signed before watching him tug off the jacket to give to you.Â
As he was taking off the jacket, his black colored shirt lifted slightly revealing bandages that were wrapped around his torso. You didnât pester him about it because after all, he was just a guardian angel that looked out for you and your student. You were sure you wouldnât see him after your kind gesture in return. After hanging up his jacket, you would motion around the living room filled with the comfortable sofa. âIâm going to start dinner in the kitchen, make sure yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, beer, wine, anything.âÂ
âBeer would be fine.â Nicolas signed to you.Â
You gave him a smile and twirled away to the kitchen to give him a beer. You walked into the kitchen turned the light on and went to grab the beer to give to Nicolas. Once you returned, Nicolas was comfortably sitting down on your sofa. You just were happy that he felt comfortable even though you two were technically strangers.Â
Y/N, your grandmother would faint if she saw you had a complete stranger in this house.Â
You placed the beer on the coffee table in front of Nicolas and eventually returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When you cooked, you always cooked as if you were cooking for a big family. Even though it was only you that walked around this home, you still had this tendency to cook as you were cooking for a big family. Usually packing the layovers for students who didnât have lunch or a homeless person you walked by on your way to school. You wore your kind heart on your sleeve proudly and you were confident about that. So in tune with cooking as you hummed the lyrics to a song that was stuck in your head, you nearly jumped out of your slippers when you saw Nicolas leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a book in his hand.Â
After putting something in the oven, you wiped your hands onto the towel as he held the book up, âOh, I used that book to help me learn sign language for Isabelle.â You signed with a smile as stepped forward.Â
Nicolas was flipping through the book. It was the same one from when he was younger. He still clung to that copy also but seeing a copy that looked brand new caused his heart to feel heavy. His fingers flipped through a couple of pages to see if anything new was added to the book compared to when he was younger, but it was still the same. He went to return the book back to its rightful spot, especially since while you were in the kitchen he was snooping around your bookshelf that was in the corner of your living room.Â
You could hear Nicolasâs footsteps while you were moving around your kitchen grabbing plates and forks to set the table. You stopped in your tracks to look at him as he was about to sign something to you, but he stopped. Perhaps, you were overthinking it. You wanted to think that he wanted to ask more questions about you learning sign language. However, your brain was telling you a man like him could care less about such a moment like that.Â
An hour and thirty minutes passed until you two finally sat at the table to eat. You sipped at your wine letting your eyes watch Nicolas before going back to eating dinner yourself. Your eyes glanced down to toy with the vegetables on your plate before hearing a tap on the table.Â
âYou learned to sign for just one student?â Nicolas signed.Â
You could tell that this question was the one that he wanted to ask early. His eyebrows were knitted together in curiosity before heâs leaning his body forward while sitting across from you at the circular dining room table. If he moved any closerâhis knees would be brushing against yours under the table.Â
âYeah, it was either that or she would have to go to a school that was too far away from her home.â You signed back. âSheâs quite clever for her age, so sheâs been helpful as I continue to learn.â You add before letting your hands fall to your side.Â
âI can teach you also,â Nicolas signed.Â
âYouâve done enough Mr. Nicolas.â You signed back. âI donât want to be much of a burden in your busy schedule.â You sign.Â
âIâll make time.â Nicolas signed back before his lips formed a sly smile at you that caused your heart to thump against your chest in complete love struck.Â
âIt seems like that copy of the book you had was important to you. You can keep that copy, I have another one at the school.â You signed to him with a smile before you went back to enjoying his company and the dinner you cooked.Â
When Nicolas left your house with the book, his appearance in your life became frequent. Isabelleâs parents seem to get the memo to pick her up from school on time and her father even kept apologizing despite his harsh actions being pushed to the back of your mind already. Instead of walking Isabelle home as you would walk home, Nicolas would be the one constantly walking you home. Some days you were forced to ignore the dried-up blood that was on his shirt or staining the silver Twilight tag around his neck just to adore the moments between you two. âCause, you cherished the walks to your house and dinners at your house before heâs rushing off with Worick. On other days you were stuck reminiscing each time his lips brushed against yours as heâs rushing out of your house with his katana. Gosh, you were lovesick.Â
Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned into a month of you seeing each other and one evening you could tell that something was up. It wasnât a feeling that left worry in your mind, but you could tell something was on Nicolasâs mind. He was like one of your favorite books that you didnât get tired of reading. You knew when something upset him, you knew when something bothered him. You just knew him.Â
While finishing up the aftermath of dinner, you were getting ready for bed alone. You expected tonight to be special, but Nicolas had to run out to fix something real quick. Frantically signing something along the terms of Worick needing something. It frustrated you that he would dash out here like that for Worick, but he explained the relationship between the two of them and you knew that you couldnât get in between that. Especially considering the circumstances the two have been through since they were little. You treated the rest of the night as if it was a night before you met Nicolas. You did a little planning for your class tomorrow and you read a couple of chapters of your book before eventually letting slumber take over your body.Â
Forty-five minutes passed of you being asleep until you could feel the flicker of your light being switched on. You sat up and instantly rub the sleep out of your eyes before noticing Nicolasâs figure in the doorframe of your room door. You forgot you gave him a spare key to your place. He took a couple of steps forward in your room until he was at the end of your bed. You finally rubbed the rest of the sleep out of your eyes as you notice him holding the bouquet of red roses, some of them being messed up as if he was running with them.Â
âNic, itâs so late. I thought you said you had to do something with Worrick.â You signed in between a low yawn but you did push the pastel-colored duvet off your body before crawling towards his frame that stood at the end of your bed. You sat on your knees in front of his huge stature collecting the roses out of his hand.Â
You tiredly chuckle before bringing the roses up your nose to spell them. The scent of the flowers lingering up your nose before youâre looking up at him, âYou left to get these so late at night.â You signed to him with a smile as you watch him nod.Â
âThe very last floral shop was about to close, paid extra money for them.â Nicolas signed with a sly smile. âSorry that theyâre messed up, I wanted to get back here quickly as possible.â He soon adds.Â
You felt your cheeks heat up while glancing at the flowers on your lap. âWhy?â You sign to him and your curious eyes meet with his dark ones. Those dark eyes that once were so hard to read to you were now filled with possible love.Â
âItâs been a month since we first met.â Nicolas signed.Â
If you were in a cartoon, you would most likely die and viewers would see your transparent figure float towards the sky. You didnât even think about what today was, but here Nicolas was leaving in the middle of the night to get you flowers for today. You excused yourself quickly to tend to the roses, being sure to place them in the living room right so they can be the first thing you see when you enter your home. When you returned to your room, Nicolas's eyes followed you with every step you tookâyou took the place back on the bed. Sitting on your knees and now your eyes were filled with just Nicolas. Your mind was thinking about Nicolas. Your body needed Nicolas. Your hand reached for his belt to undo it as your eyes met his in such an innocent manner but soon you felt Nicolas stop you.Â
âYou shouldnât feel obligated to do this just because I gave you some flowers.â He signed to you.
Regardless of his words, you could see the tent that was built in his pants. You chewed at your lower lip before signing back, âItâs what I want and what you deserve, now let me take care of you Nic.âÂ
You watched as Nicolasâs lips parted to argue before his hands fell to his side and let you continue to push down his pants. When you finally disregarded him of the black pants he wore, your mouth watered at the bulge in his grey-colored briefs. This would be the first time youâve seen Nicolas's cock. Late and lonely nights when you were left eager for his body, you were stuck with your own imagination of what his member would look like. Or what it would feel like inside you or in your mouth. The mere thought of it caused you to feel dizzy and your panties to be soaked.Â
Your finger traced alongside the band of his briefs before you tugged them down also. Teeth nibbling against your lower lip at the sight. It was like your imaginative mind was true all along. You visualized that it was thick. It was quite pretty. His perfect-shaped mushroom tip leaked with precum and his tanned colored shaft was decorated with a visible vein that obviously was noticeable due to how hard he was. You noticed that it had to be a while seeing his trimmed down there, but you didnât care. Your mind raced with thoughts about just being sure to make Nicolas feel better. You inched closer to the edge of the bed while Nicolas was standing in front of you, his cock waiting patiently for you. Eventually, youâre enclosing the tip of his member in your mouth with ease. The salty taste of precum stains your tongue before you let your tongue wrap around it, gaining a moan from Nicolas. You flattened your tongue to attempt to fit more of Nicolas into your mouth. Your saliva already pooling outside your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You pulled apart after gagging just a bit, the string of saliva connecting from Nicolasâs tip. You inched a little closer to palm at Nicolasâs shaft and eventually placed him back into your mouth. Your hand palmed at the portions of Nicolasâs cock that wouldnât fit into your mouth while you let your wet tongue swirl around his tip.Â
With each second, you spent with Nicolasâs cock in your mouth, you could hear his low whines. You felt his hand on the back of your head while he guided your movement as your head bobbed up and down mimicking the way a person would dribble a basketball. You could even feel Nicolasâs hips driving forward a little just to feel your mouth around him some more. Perhaps, he was attempting to cherish this one moment as if you were going to be taken away from him the following day. You moaned with the taste of Nicolas on your tongue and your hand reached in between your thighs to rub yourself through your panties. You were so eager for more of Nicolas that you were growing impatient. Soon, you removed yourself from his member with a pop. You let your tongue glide across your lower lip as you were finally able to give your throat a rest. At this point, you could feel your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. You craved Nicolas immediately. âHowâd you want to do this?â You signed, initiating what position he wants to do it in.Â
After all, this whole session was to assure the feelings between each other, but you also wanted to make Nicolas feel like the best man in the world. You watched his cheeks stain a crimson color as he fiddled with his thumbs and soon was signing to you with a quickness.
And thatâs how you found yourself comfortably on top of him completely naked and ready to please him. Your pussy glides across the shaft of his dick as he grabs ahold of your face to kiss you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth causing you to moan into the passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his hardened member eagerly before youâre forcing your way out of the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two of you as you lifted up. Nicolasâs fingertips traced alongside your collarbone to down to one of your breasts. Your nipples hardened at the sudden touch before youâre reaching behind you to grab his cock. You lifted your hips a little and lined him up with your entrance. Your juices coated the tip of his cock and you watched as Nicolasâs face scrunched up in pure pleasure. You inched yourself slowly upon his cock and bit by bit you felt him stretch you out. You could feel comforting grasps upon your body as your eyes flutter open to be met with Nicolasâs.Â
You rolled your hips in a manner to confirm that you were okay. The once intense feeling of you getting used to Nicolasâs cock inside of you was overpowered by the feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back with each rock of your hips, your mouth stuttered out profanity words and Nicolasâs name. Your hand prompted on his chest to hold yourself up while riding him and with the help of Nicolas's huge hands he was sure to guide the movement also.Â
Youâve had lovers in the past, just like you had sex with others also. But for some reason, tonight was much better than those past lovers and flings. Was it because you knew the feelings were mutual? Or perhaps it just was the heat of the moment after Nicolas' kind gesture.Â
âFuckââ You stuttered out before using your knees to bounce on Nicolas's member. You slick coating his cock with each movement on him. When you made such a lewd movement, you felt Nicolas' fingers dig into the flesh of your skin before he gave up trying to control what you were doing.Â
You watched with tear-filled eyes as he was eagerly watching you take his cock like a big girl. His hands found a place behind his head as if he was relaxing and watching an entertaining movie. With each dip of your hips, Nicolasâs head seems to sink further into the pillow in pleasure. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip before his eyes stared in between the space of the two of your bodies. The pornographic sight of watching his cock disappear bit by bit inside your dripping wet pussy.Â
Nicolas's body felt like he was undergoing a fever. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt you bottom down once again and let out a broken moan. Nicolas went years without his hearing and had no problem with it, especially considering who he lived with and has been around his whole life. But tonight he ached to hear the way your moans sound or the way you were whimpering out his name. With not being able to hear, he has learned to read your body language quite well. Just by the way your face looked fucked out at the moment, he could tell you were enjoying this just as much as he was.Â
He watched as you continued to ride him, your breasts moving with each glide of your hips or each bounce youâve done on his cock. Nicolas could read your lips as you were gasping out that you were close to orgasming. His large tugged you forward so that your bodies were close to each other. Your bare breasts were now upon Nicolas's chest as his hips bucked upward. With each rock of his hips upward, you could feel the pit that sat in your lower abdomen get tighter and heavier. Sweat droplets decorated your forehead as you could only moan out begging for more like a desperate housewife. The fact that Nicolas's strong arms were wrapped around your frame completely trapping you from running from his lustful thrusting like a madman only was helping you get pushed further to the edge. You could feel the tight grip on your limbs and soon felt Nicolas thrusting become sloppy. The warm feeling of his cum squirting inside you once he felt your walls pulse around his cock caused you to instantly kiss him on the lips.Â
Your mind and body were distracted from the passionate kiss you and Nicolas shared to tug each other off the shared cloud of the two of you cumming. You could feel his fingertips tracing something upon your back. Your mind finally was able to mentally focus on what he was tracing until you finally realized.Â
I love you.Â
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