#i might finger comb it a little but thats it

[yanderepuck]

AAAAAND WELCOME BACK TO MY MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT PLAGUED WITH VISIONS SMUT. Please do not question why there are THREE guys here I promise you it is not guy on guy (tho I need to get back into that) just some shameless writers trio smut.

Who wouldn't want some writers absolutely GAWKING over you anyway? Huh? The two of them might have been serial cheaters and the one forced to marry as a minor BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. Happy reading, sluts.

Writers note: this is modern day

This is over 2000 words help

He moans as you sit between his legs. Your hands rest on his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking on his cock.

Arthur has his arm on the back of the couch while his other combs through your hair. "Just like that, love," his groans just get you to work harder. Something about a man moaning is the highest praise possible.

Both of your clothes are scattered around the parlor room, the only thing you have on is your bra and underwear. Arthur had pulled you in and started kissing you, telling you how he needed you now.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he takes in a sharp breath. You would smirk if you could. You get closer to his base, taking all of him in, feeling his tip at the back of your throat.

"Look up, love~"

You look up at him, lips stretched around his cock. He's holding his phone up and you assume he's taking a video. He has done this before; you have no issue with it and think nothing of it.

With your eyes locked on the camera you take his cock out of your mouth, a long string of saliva and precum still connecting your lips to his tip. Starting at the base, you lick up his shaft, to the tip before beginning to suck his length again.

"Such a good girl," his hand goes through your hair again before pushing your head down. You gag for a moment, not expecting it.

Arthur had ended the video on his phone, sending it to a small group chat. He let your head go and set his phone back down after replying to a few messages.

You lift your head up to catch your breath. He puts a finger under your chin to make you look at him. "Why don't you sit on my lap now."

He smirks at you as you stand up, taking your underwear off. His hands hold onto your waist as you get yourself into the couch, hovering over him.

His tip is hard against you. Dripping wet from anticipation. You sit down on him with a moan.

"Ungh- you're so hard," you pant softly, trying to let yourself adjust before rocking your hips. You keep your hands on his shoulder to keep steady.

Pushing your hair to one side, Arthur starts kissing your neck, nibbling it, trying to leave little marks without biting.

His phone goes off a few times, but you think nothing of it and start bouncing up and down on him, moaning louder.

You don't know how much time passed but you suddenly feel your bra unhook in the back. You shriek and come down hard on Arthur. Both of his hands are still on your waist.

"I cannot believe thee wouldst try taking her all for yourself, Arthur," the voice was very close to your ear. You know that voice anywhere.

Will's hands go under your bra, pushing it out of the way as he gropes you. You melt into his touch, pushing your chest into his hands.

"What can I say, she's irresistible," his hands slide down to your hips and then behind you to grab your ass. You moan again and sit up enough for him to hold you.

"Thee ought to share," he squeezes your breast once more before moving one hand to move your hair again to kiss your neck.

You could feel his fangs against your skin and tilt your head to one side. You gasp and hiss as he pinches your nipple.

"Maybe I wanted her to myself for once."

"If 't be true, then thee wouldst be in thy own room," Will looks Arthur in the eyes as he licks your neck. "Nor wouldst thee hath sent the pictures and video."

His voice tickles your ear, but the real shiver down your spine is from him rubbing your nipple harder. You should have guessed Arthur wasn't saving those for just himself.

"Will, that- Ahh!" Arthur thrust up into you the moment you said Will's name.

His hand then grabbed your jaw so you would look at him. "Don't say another man's name while I'm inside you."

You whined and started to rock your hips again.

Arthur grabbed his phone again but once he had it unlocked Will snatched it.

"Hey!"

"Oh hold on," Will opened the camera, having it on face front and started to record. Having it on your chest first.

He squeezed tightly and pinched your nipple again. Then his hand went up your chest and the camera followed, up until his hand wrapped around your throat, causing you to stretch out your neck.

You whined and rocked your hips more. You felt the wetness of his tongue drag across your skin. You didn't even realize the camera was on you.

Will then sinks his fangs into you. Your body jerks for a moment but then you start to moan. Your grip tightens on Arthur, and you pant.

Arthur glares at Will. As he drinks blood from you, he sends the video to the same chat the first one was sent to.

"If thy cock get to be inside her, then so doth mine own fangs," he licks your wound and tosses Arthur's phone back on the couch.

You bite your lip and look at Arthur. You haven't done much but you're already close to your limit.

"Once thee finish him off I shall be next," Will whispers in your ear.

Will let you go, and you start bouncing on Arthur again. You finally slip your bra off and drop it to the floor.

You come down in him as hard as you can, moaning each time his cock reenters you.

Will walks to the back of the couch so he can see you face on. You look up and see him with his phone out enjoying the show. Both of their phones go off at the same time. You hear Will chuckle and see him show his screen to Arthur.

Your legs start to shake and you're having a harder time keeping up the pace.

"Just a little more, love," he leans in and kisses you roughly, bucking his hips up. This gets him to hit a new spot inside you, getting you to moan louder. Im just moments you clench around him, covering his cock in your cum. Arthur holds your hips down into his, thrusting a few times before releasing a load into you.

You pant as the movements stop.

"Tis my turn," Will hums, coming back over to the front side of the couch as he's unbuttoning his shirt. Arthur doesn't look so happy as Will helps you off his lap. Your legs are weak, and you lean against him for support, but don't feel much other than his hard on.

"No worries, I will not make thee work for it," he kisses your cheek. He makes you bend over the arm of the couch. You could hear his pants dropping to the floor. You waited in anticipation.

His cock slid into with ease, your hole already filled with cum. You moan and lean over more, hoping the arm will support most of your body.

His hands stay on your hips, keeping you in place as he thrust into you.

Looking forward you see Arthur watching your eyes roll to the back of your head as you get fucked.

"She looks like she's already numb from too much cock. Are you able to speak for us~" Arthur smirks at you. All you do is moan each time Will's cock gets deep inside you.

"She is simply a dram play thing now."

Arthur has his phone pointed at you again, almost dropping it when he hears the window open suddenly.

"I told you two to wait for me!" Dazai is rushing to get in through the window.

"We wouldn't know. We've been having fun."

Despite the whole group chat being here, Arthur kept his phone on you, wanting to remember this look on your face.

"I don't know if she will be conscious after Will is done with her."

Will stops moving, making sure he far inside you, and leans forward to wrap his fingers around your neck to make you look up at the room. "The'e is still anoth'r hole that is not being used," Will smirks up at Dazai.

You do nothing but moan, your mouth partially open, panting lightly. "The lady seems to be begging for it to be filled," he purrs into your ear, kissing your neck on the spot he bit.

It stings, sending a shiver down your spine. After feeling his cock twitch inside you, you try to rock your hips for more friction.

"My my, she is eager," Dazai starts walking over, stripping his clothes off on the way. "Move over, Arthur," Dazai gets on the couch. Arthur gets up and grabs his clothes, just putting his pants back on.

Will lets you go, making you fall forward on the couch again. His hand glides down your back until it gets to your hip again.

"Show Dazai what that mouth can do, love," Arthur smirks. You look in front of you to see Dazai's cock in your face. You move your arms to rest them on Dazai's thighs, propping yourself up to the right height. The moment his tip passes your lips Will starts to move again. The thrust into you jerks you forward enough to take in more of him.

Dazai moans and combs his fingers through your hair. He is thicker than Arthur, but you manage to stretch your lips just enough.

Will's fingers dig into your skin as he thrusts deeper into you. Dazai is trying not to push your head all the way down.

"She's so beautiful with her mouth filled," Arthur sits back down behind Dazai, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Even if we cannot hear our lady moan," Will starts to squeeze your ass.

"We wouldn't want everyone to hear Toshiko-san," Dazai smirks as you take more of him on your own. You wrap your hand around the part of his cock that isn't in your mouth. This gets a loud moan out of him.

You suck him harder.

You don't even notice one of Will's hands leaving your body until you feel his fingers rubbing your clit. Your body jerks, squirming, and causing you to lose rhythm.

"Don't stop now," Dazai moans, pushing your head back down. You whine and you wiggle your lower half as Will continues to play with you.

In moments you let out a loud moan and cum again, tightening around Will. He groans and feels himself getting close. His thrusts get rougher, slowing down a bit since. He is pulling almost all of the way out before slamming back into you.

"Fuck..." he gasps. In a few moments he finally fills you with his cum, is getting mixed with Arthurs. He slows down his movements as he empties himself all into you.

Now that he is out of you, you are able to concentrate on sucking off Dazai. But you do start to squirm, not wanting to be empty just yet.

"It looks like she wasn't ready to be empty just yet."

"Then it's my turn," Dazai pulls your hair, taking his cock out of your mouth. You let out a long whine. You aren't sure if it's from being sore or the need to be filled.

As Will makes his way to sit on the chair, Dazai helps you onto the couch, laying you down and propping one of your legs up onto his shoulder, wasting no time in entering you.

"You're so filthy, having so much cum in you."

Dazai pins your hands to either side of your head and starts fucking all the cum further into you. You want to close your legs. You're so sore and overstimulated, but your moans and whimpers beg for more. Dazai leans down, kissing one side of your neck, opposite of where Will bit you.

Two kisses in and he sinks his fangs into you. Your hips buck up and Dazai takes the opportunity to thrust deeper. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. You aren't sure how much longer you can stay awake.

"So sweet tasting," he purrs into your ear, licking up the excess blood. You think you blacked out for a moment, because the next thing you felt was being filled with more cum. You force your eyes open to see Dazai sitting up and pushing his hair out of his face.

"Perhaps this is what our meetings shouldst be about from anon," Will smirked looking at Arthur.

Arthur helps you sit up after Dazai pulled out of you. He brings you into his lap and lets you lean against him. "You definitely would make meetings more fun," he kisses your cheek. "But I don't think I always want to share her with the two of you."

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[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

[bladenotblaze]

On Tour Hairstylist

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Summary: reader and old friend of Greta Van Fleet is asked to go on tour with the boys and be their On tour hairstylist.

Warnings: None!

A/N: please let me now if you liked this, I appreciate any and all feedback!! Let me know if there’s anything you’d might want me to write!!!!

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Being the on tour hairstylist for Greta Van Fleet is NOT something you would think you’d be doing but here you are. 45 minutes till places, 3 boys running around bickering about what’s going to happen and what shouldn’t happen.

“Sam I’m telling you that there is going to be someone who gets a bloody nose!” Danny yelling at Sam turning in the chair in front of me causing you to lightly hit him on his head. He let a little sorry and turned back around to face the mirror.

“Daniel that happened 2 times it’s not gonna happen again!!” Sam retorted back rolling his eyes running his hand through his hair. You decide to let them bicker back and forth.

“Josh you’ve been awfully quiet” you finally spoke up, trying to say ‘Josh please help me shut them up!’ You were almost done with Danny’s hair, putting more curl product in your hand and scrunching his hair.

“When is it my turn?” Josh said getting up shooing Danny out of the chair.

“HEY! Y/N said I’m going next wait your turn stupid.” Sam said jumping off the couch nearly tripping and falling into Josh

“Okay well I’m older which means I go first.’ Josh responded with his nose up looking all high and mighty.

“Guys they aren’t done with my hair yet.” Danny said rolling his eyes

“Josh your hair takes to long.” Sam said putting his hand on his hip

“I don’t take that long, at least I don’t ask to get my dead ends cut every other fucking stop” Josh said pointing his finger in Sam’s face.

You rolled your eyes patting Danny on the shoulder signalling that you were done and let him get up. Ever the gentleman that Daniel Wagner is he said thank you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and said ‘good luck, don’t break anymore sticks.’ Just as Danny was leaving you saw Jake he looked at you and smiled already knowing that neither of his brothers would be going.

“Hi Jakey!” You said as Jake sat down smiling at you in the mirror.

“Good evening Y/N.” He responded giving the stink eye to both his brothers who stopped arguing.

“THATS NOT FAIR!” Sam and Josh said in unison looking sad and angry that they weren’t in the chair.

“Don’t you dare make me call your mother.” You said fingers already running through Jake’s hair. All you heard was ‘sorry’ ‘won’t happen again’

You looked at your watch and realised you had 20 minutes to get them all dolled up and on stage. Luckily Jake’s hair wasn’t too bad, he only needed some anti-frizz and some hair gel to keep his luscious locks in line.

“You are all done my kind sir!” You said in a fake British accent curtsying as Jake got up.

“The pleasures all mine love.” Jake said bowing at you like he was a prince.

“Sam your next, Josh I don’t want to hear a thing.” You said looking at both the boys shooting daggers into them. Sam sat down with a smug grin on his face that you quickly wiped off with a soft smack to the back of his head. Much like Jake Sam’s hair didn’t need that much, he just needed some hair gel. As quickly as he was sat down he was back up against

“Good luck Sammy.” You said Sam responded with a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry Sam just thinks he’s the best cause he’s the youngest.” Josh said sitting in the chair playing with on of the combs you have laid out on the makeup counter.

“It’ll be a cold day in hell when Kiszka brothers stop fighting over big or small.” You said getting the hairspray and spraying it all over joshes curly hair. You were really focused on not getting the hairspray in joshes eye Ethan you didn’t hear a single word he said. You also had to fix a few rhinestones that had fallen off.

“Am I good to go honey?” Josh said looking up at you.

“Yes sir. Give em hell joshy.” You said giving him a hug. As soon as Josh had left you let out a big sigh and thought about how much you loved these boys. They were so amazing and understanding. There hasn’t been a day were you weren’t given a hug or a kiss on the check. The relationship you had with those boys was something nobody could replace. They were your everything, your light in the dark.

“Guys I don’t know if I can go on tour with you.” You said looking down at your fingers fidgeting with the rings all of the boys had collectively gotten you over the years. Smiling at how happy they each looked when you opened your gift and immediately put it on your finger.

“Y/N we don’t want to pressure you but we wouldn’t have asked if we didn’t a 100% believe in you and your abilities.” Sam said putting his hand of your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.

“You’ve been nothing but supportive over the years. Even when we were only playing out of garages.” Josh added laughing a bit at the memories of the boys just starting out.

“You are literally our sister at this point.” Jake said moving to sit down on the couch in the living room.

“We love you and will still love you with whatever you decide to do.” Danny said embracing me in a big bear hug. You stayed there for a second or two before the rest of the boys joined in. You felt safe and protected with these boys. It felt like nothing in the world could tear us apart. After what felt like and eternity I felt the boys release their grip on me

“If… IF. I go on tour with y’all…what would I even do?” You looked at them with your hands in the air with a smirk on your face.

“Well IF- Jake said making sure to enunciate the if- you decide to join us on tour..”

“You’d be out hairstylist and our Tour Parent.” Josh finished Jake’s sentence looking between Sam and Danny shrugging.

“You’d also get to travel the world see new places, meet new people.” Sam said cheerfully looking like a kid who opened up a new gaming console.

“And you’ll get to be with us 24/7 and who doesn’t want that??” Danny said putting both his hands on your shoulders making you laugh.

You laughed at the memory of when they first asked you. These boys were everything to you Day by day the love you have for those 4 boys grows

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hello hello ! can i req a scenario with azul, riddle, and epel ? waking up/mornings with them <3

thank you very much !

🌃 Goodmornings!

Short morning up scenarios with Riddle, Azul and Epel!

warning; might be a little ooc..? ^^' I also didn't proofread this again so sorry in advance

helloo! thanks for requesting this! sorry for taking so long ^_^

ꨄ Riddle R.

You slowly awaken to an all too familiar voice calling your name. Gently fluttering your eyes open, you turned to the other side of the bed, facing the voice chanting your name—Your lover, Riddle Rosehearts.

"Y/N, You need to wake up and get dressed for class! You mustn't let your drowsiness taint your perfect attendance.."

you yawn and rub your eyes, attempting to process what he was trying to tell you.

when you realized what he said you looked at him with a face of puzzlement.

"wait.. get ready for... class?"

"Yes! Todays a friday, You may sleep in tomorrow but for now we need to get ready." Riddle gets up from the bed, trying to urge you to do the same.

You let out a small chuckle, which evolved into you full on howling out of laughter and he raised an eyebrow at you and huffed—Being late to class is no laughing matter to Riddle. He takes pride in his perfect record!

You inhale deeply trying to take a break from your bursting laughter, But you just couldn't believe it!—The Riddle Rosehearts—forgot it was a Saturday! You swore you could feel tears forming out of your eyes, This was too much!

Your lovers patience was running thin, what could be so funny at the moment that it was worth risking being late to class?! He huffed and crossed his arms, giving you a mean glare. "I demand you tell me what's so humorous right now, Y/N..." He looks at the clock, checking to see how much more time you both have left before you have to leave.

Your loud laughter had gradually turned into soft giggling, Calming yourself down, you tilted your head at Riddle with the sweetest smile as if you weren't just laughing at him.

"Riddle, Are you sure you read the date right today?"

"..wha..." His eyes shot open, He couldn't have possibly read the date on the calendar wrong? could he? He closes his eyes and starts to try and recall back to when he woke up. With his blurry vision and head filled with worries about his classes for the day, maybe, just maybe, he might've read the date wrong when he took a quick, lazy glance at the calendar on the bedside table...

Riddle opens his eyes as he shoots a look at the calendar, this time with his vision and head clearer.

..Saturday. You were right. Riddle let's out a sigh of relief. On one hand his attendance wasn't ruined! but on the other, he felt ashamed for not carefully looking at the date earlier, Now he's woken you up for no good reason. When you were sleeping so peacefully too!

He gently flops down onto the bed, putting his face into the pillow. if Riddle was being honest, He too, was extremely sleepy this morning, he was just sucking it up. If he doesn't put up an example for the other students, who would?

"I'm sorry, Y/N.." he sighs and looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes. "I shouldn't have woken you up this early."

You put a hand onto his head, gently combing his cherry-red hair with your fingers.

"It's alright, Riddle. Don't sweat it." you assuringly told riddle.

"Really..? Is there anything i can do to make it up to you though?"

You removed your hand off of Riddle's head and put it to your chin. You closed your eyes, pretending to be lost in thought, Although you already knew what you wanted.

"How about.. sleeping in some more with me?" you give him a sheepish smile and moved a little closer to him on the bed. You lifted up your blanket, inviting him in.

He sighs and accepts your offer, sliding under the blanket next to you. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around you. "Well.. I suppose if thats what you want."

ꨄ Azul A.

you fluttered your eyes open, looking around to see everything in its respective place as it was last night. The pearly white walls along with the large painting hung onto it, The elegant vanity mirror right above the table, The cute little seashells that admitted light right above your head—All of it in the same place as it was last night, except for one thing, Something that was right next to you last night before you went into dream land,— Azul.

When you quickly realized that you had woken up without him by your side, you immediately sat up and scanned the room, looking for any traces of him. Just as you were about to give up and stand up to go look for the silver haired boy yourself, the door creaks open. You see Azul pop his head through the door before opening it fully, Revealing him standing there with a tray of various food along with a cup of your favourite drink.

"Ah, You're awake. Good-morning. I do hope you slept well.." He walks over to the side of the bed you were sat on and places the tray onto the soft mattress.

"Oh.. Azul! You didn't have to.."

"Mornings aren't very busy in the Mostro Lounge, So I thought it'd nice if i brought you some breakfast in bed." Azul looks to the opposite direction of you, Trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "Well, You should eat it quick, our dishes are best served fresh after all."

You give him a shrug then proceed to grab a fruit kabob from the tray, Who knew Mostro Lounge made food this cute? you pushed away the thought as you bite into the heart-shaped apple slice placed at the top of the kabob, letting out a hum of delight.

"Are the kabobs to your liking? If you favour other things feel free to tell me."

You shake your head no, taking another bite out of the kabob. While chewing on the fruit, you get an idea that's sure to make your morning a little more.. lively. You finish eating the fruit in your mouth before you look Azul in the eyes, a mischievous grin forming onto your face. A flash of worry grazed Azul's face, he never liked it when you tease him, He gets too red for his liking.

You suddenly bring the fruit kabob forward, waving the tip of the stick infront his lips. He raises an eyebrow at you, Unsure of what exactly he should do in this situation.

"Why don't you tell me if they're to your liking, Azul?" You let out an airy giggle as you watch his face get as red as the strawberries on the kabob you were holding when he realized what you wanted him to do.

"Why would i do that!? It's for you! I can't just eat something thats for you!.. Stop waving that stick in front of me, You're gonna poke me with itttt!" Azul let's out multiple whines and grabs your wrists, You continue to keep the kabob infront of his mouth, Pushing him to eat a fruit or two off of it.

"Come on 'Zulzul.... It's just a lil' fruit.."

He blushes at the nickname and loosens his grip. Feeling too embarrassed, he finally gives in to your wishes

"Alright! Alright.. just.. just give me a second..!!" he lets out a sigh of relief as you remove the stick close to his face, letting him catch his breath from all the complaining he was doing. He pushes up his glasses and you can see the faint tint of pink spread on his cheeks.

"Okay, I'm ready." He says with a monotone voice while opening his mouth; You internally laugh at his seriousness at the situation. Not wanting to worsen his flustered state you get straight to the point and bring the fruit kabob to his lips, without any complaints this time. He bites down onto the kabob, sliding the top fruit off and chewing it in his mouth, Carefully judging it's taste.

"Well? Do you like it?" You look at him with sparkles in your eyes, awaiting for his answer.

He puts a hand to his chin and closes his eyes for a moment, thinking about his answer.

"it's sweet.." he opens his eyes to look at you and gives his best attempt at a "cool" grin, but you can see the anxiousness and uncertainty in his crooked, cute smile.

"Although, it's not as sweet as you!.." He winks at you.

"you're so corny.."

"I deserved that.."

ꨄ Epel F.

"Y/N.. hey.. Y/N..! wake up!"

...

"Y/N!!!"

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Epel waking you up. You stretch out your arms and shake yourself awake. He's standing beside the bed with his arms crossed, clearly frustrated from his attempts of waking you up.

"Geez!.. Yer' s' hard ta' wake up! Vil would never let ya' get away with stayin' in....." Epel stops himself mid-sentence, like he had realized something important. Uncrossing his arms, He clears his throat and tries again, this time much more soft spoken and sweeter.

"Vil doesn't appreciate us staying in bed for too long so, Let's get started for the day together?" He lends out an arm to you, offering a hand to pull you out of bed.

"You know, You don't have to be so worried about using your accent around me.. I can understand you clearly."

He sighs and shakes his head. "It ain't that simple f'me... Ya' never know when Vil could be around. Ah' jus' wanna be careful." He stretches his arm out more for you to grab.

"your always so uptight about Vil.. Let loose a little!" You finally grab his hand, but instead of him pulling you up, you pull him down, making him fall into the bed right on top of you.

"H-Hey! whaddya think yer doin?! if we ain't up'n ready in 5 minutes Vil ain't gonna be too- Ack!" You stop Epel's whining by 'softly' hitting his head with the pillow you were next to. His eyes widen, taking a couple of seconds to comprehend what just happened, before he gives you a smirk—"If thats how you wanna play.. That's how we'll play!"

He rolls off of you and grabs a different pillow, fluffing it in his hands.—Oh, it was on.

Epel throws the pillow and hits you straight in the face, thank sevens it was a soft pillow, if it was anything else you'd think you might've broken something. You grab the pillow he threw at you and swing it at him, hitting him in the chest. He gets a hold on the pillow you were hitting him with, stopping your attacks.

"Heyy!! Let go! thats not fair!" You tug on the pillow, trying to pull it away from Epel. He laughs while trying to do the same

"Nuh-uh! Tis' is totally fair!"

Epel tugs a little harder on the pillow at the same time you do—you then hear a rripppp, and see the stuffings of the pillow fall out.

You look at the ripped pillow, then to Epel. His eyes were widened and his mouth was agape, He was in the same shocked state as you. You look back at the ripped pillow, then to wide-eyed Epel, then to the pillow again.

"Erm.." You scratch your head, wondering what to do, Till you hear Epel giggling a little.

You look at him with a puzzled look and his giggling grows louder. "Vil's gonna be so mad wahaha!"

You start giggling with Epel, You guys could clean up the mess later, At the moment you were just happy Epel wasn't too stressed about the situation like you thought he'd be.

The room was basically filled with laughter at that point, both of you enjoying your carefree but eventful morning with each other.

Eventually the laughing grows back down. Epel wipes a tear off his eye. "Oh well, We can clean it up later. Let's start getting ready before Vil actually gets on our case-"—Just as Epel mentions Vil, You both hear the door slam open.

You and Epel turn your head to look at the door to see Vil.—Oops.

"Yeah, you both should be ready because I'm already about to get on your case." He stands in the doorway with a scowl on his face, Clearly annoyed.

What a tiring morning it turned it to.

my ruggie plush came in this week ^^ hes so cute guys hgegghghrhhh

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ok thinking about subordinate darling chuuya… I think we discussed mean chuuya together, but I can see the appeal of nice chuuya as well! I personally have a preference for mean chuuya because. reasons… but thats just me.

for nice chuuya, it would be a good cop bad cop scenario. dazai bullies you cuz he thinks its funny, chuuya swoops in to earn your trust. rinse and repeat. it might be out of true altruism on chuuyas part at first, but quickly devolves into more sinister intentions. I actually think this approach would probably kick dazai into gear a bit as the idea of darling liking chuuya more than him makes a cold dread settle into his bones. its a race for number one as dazai suddenly starts vying for your attention much like a child, with the hidden agenda of trying to rile chuuya up enough to get him to reveal the monster underneath the facade.

for mean chuuya… have you ever seen an old cartoon where two kids are fighting over a doll? and then start crying when they inevitably end up ripping it? yeah. both of them like you, neither one of them wants to actually admit this due to the fact they've convinced themselves they find you worthless and annoying up to this point, but they also don't want to give you up to the other. the tentative bond they formed from making fun of you together completely breaks in half as they become obsessed with winning, even if the prize is somewhat unclear. I think we get the concept of how DAZAI is mean by now, but chuuya is another beast. whereas dazai's cruelty, while unpredictable in method, is reliably consistent in intensity, motive, and frequency (up until his crush starts to muddle things); chuuya seemingly decides at random just how mean he intends to be and why. like, one day completely fucking up your given task only gets you jeered at and mocked, and the next making eye contact without permission gets you punched in the face. and some days he just acts like you don't exist no matter WHAT you do. hard to get a handle on, that one. he doesnt get "worse" when he realizes he likes you, just weird. like now he's a stereotypical romance anime tsundere about it. dork loser.

and uh, speaking of the doll ripping… if (when) dazai and mean!chuuya end up going too far… maybe they send you off on a mission that gets your kidnapped or almost killed… maybe one (or both) of them overestimate your resilience and give you an injury that cant be walked off… or maybe its just as little as noticing you're suddenly less combative and more timid towards them nowadays… you REALLY don't wanna know just how far they're willing to go to "make it up" to you. they might even work together on it, or maybe they'll try to sell the other one up the river and become your favorite. either way you're in for a ride. the idea of losing you will immediately make both of them drop all pretense, and what's underneath the "cruel, dismissive senior" act is NOT for the faint of heart.

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honestly i think its likely they end up pairing up just bc these two seem to get a lot more done when working together lolol Hope this isnt too long :&lt;

if chuuya decides to play the role of the good guy, it's mostly because he wants to piss off dazai, and maybe a little bit of sympathy knowing that you really stand no chance against your superior. the more dazai gets on his nerves, the more he stops by to check in on you, knowing it gets dazai all riled up and angry—but since he doesn't want you to know it bothers him, dazai's more likely to bottle up his frustration, and to chuuya it's hilarious. eventually though, you sort of...grow on him. there's something about your pitiful state after yet another one of dazai's stupid pranks or derogatory comments, something about the way you try to hide your eyes tearing up when you sense him coming behind you that stirs something in him. chuuya's fingers twitch at his side, wanting to reassure you. he wants to coo over you, like someone would to a whimpering puppy.

and suddenly, it doesn't matter if dazai gets mad—chuuya just wants to be there for you. if he learns that the cause of your sorrow is none other than dazai, chuuya's punches to him are more harder than usual, and there's something more hateful about the glare he seems to always have directed at the other. he tells you something embarrassing dazai has done in the past, helps you plan and carry out your little revenge, anything to make you feel even a little better. and the way you smiled up at him was worth all of it.

maybe chuuya convinces mori to let you come on missions with him more often; after all, it wasn't like dazai had some claim on you. he treasured the little moments together—the devious looks you'd share with him before a surprise attack, the delight in your eyes when you dig into the desserts he gets you, and even the way you seemed to dim a little when it was over and you had to go back to working under dazai. obviously, that meant you liked him more, right?

dazai catches on pretty quickly to this white knight act chuuya's got going on, and it really doesn infuriate him, chuuya acting as though he isn't just as bad as dazai. sure, he's all nice to your face, but only dazai's seen chuuya brutally beat up some other member of the pm for insulting you, and only he knows that chuuya sneaks into your room regularly. if all it took to win you over was a few sweet words and outings, dazai would have you eating out of his hand in a week.

it's overwhelming to go from your usual experiences with dazai to him suddenly all over you and bribing you with sweets and trips to the aquarium. it's even more confusing when you see chuuya fuming at the corner of the hall when dazai starts telling you about how terrible of a temper chuuya's got and how easily dazai tricked him before. he eagerly offers to show you exactly how scary chuuya can be when he's mad, and assures you that he has a much better grasp on his emotions compared to chuuya. it's crazy enough already without having them actually start to argue in front of you, but that's exactly where this leads.

now for mean chuuya...

initially, his whole attitude towards you is more of indifference, a little bit annoyed because if you want to make it in the pm, you'd need to get used to this sort of treatment quickly. sometimes, he might find your reactions to dazai's torment sort of amusing. eventually, he begins terrorizing you for the fun of it; messing with the files you're in charge of or insulting you to get beneath your skin (i seriously doubt he'd be as bad as dazai but i agree w the unpredictable thing. sometimes he's even nice to you)

oh...if they think you're getting distant for whatever reason, any previous semblance of privacy or personal space is shattered. chuuya bombards you with gifts sent to your apartment, dazai is all over you, chuuya makes it pretty obvious he's following you, and dazai in turn sticks to your side like glue.

eventually, their rivalry is garnering too much negative attention, which may push them to the idea of working together or their rivalry gets worse whichever works out is based on the circumstances, and possibly mori might have a say in it if he thinks that this is disrupting the workings of the pm too much. honestly. them working together might be the better option, since to a certain extent chuuya might be able to keep dazai in check. alone, they are unpredictable and uncontrollable.

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Evil Queen / Hag x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: 🧫🧪 The scene where she cooks up the potion 🧫🧪 and transforms into a Hag 🧫🧪 *just something quick while I'm watching OUAT!

Warnings: Her ugliness 😂

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @ryantryan6969 and @spookiifi . I hope you like this! ^^ xo

You're sat on Hilda's work bench in a spot free of dusty books and dangerous vials as she potters around. Well, more than potters. She's very busy, creating a drink that would make her a hag; make her unassuming, and unrecognisable.

When she told you that this was her plan, that she would go to Snow in the woods and treat her with a special apple... you were sad, because an innocent girl would die and there was nothing you could do about it (opposing the Queen is never was wise, not even for her love. You're always half afraid that she'll throw you away, no matter how many times she proves that you matter), but you were also excited. Callous, you're aware. But you loved to watch her in her true element. Watching her at her dressing table was one thing, but this? Hidden away in the grotty, lonely dungeons she barely uses because she rathers executions (Loose ends... she always says); This was your favourite.

Thick dust flies off of her spell book (From the others, not from it) when she pulls it out of the shelf and her fingers run smoothly over the crisp pages, her poisonous eyes gliding over the words she's already so familiar with. You know that she's combed through these pages before a million times; It's her before bed book, it's her breakfast book, it's the book she obsesses over for days on end and writes notes upon notes about. The potion she cooks boils and bubbles and changes colour and the smell burns your nostrils, but she doesn't flinch.

You love to see her here. She's beautiful and she thinks it's the most important thing about her... but it's not. This is what makes her amazing; makes her set your blood on fire when you think about her.

As she takes a sip of the drink, under the light of the moon slipping in through the bars in the tiny window here, you watch her beauty dissapear. It's torn from her, by her own hand, and your love doesn't flicker for a second.

Hilda's lovely black hair turns grey and splits at the ends, her cute little nose grows out from her face and develops a curve as well as nasty boils, her fingernails grow and turn yellow and chip, her fine clothes wither away to rags and the skin left on her bone's sag. Once it's all complete, leaving Hilda a weathered and beaten old hag, she takes a moment to 'admire' herself.

"I'm a worthless, ugly old crone!" With a delighted cackle, fully amused by her new look and taking pride in her magic, Hilda turns to you with those new deep-set, harrowing bug-eyes. She points a knobbly finger your way, an unkept nail almost scraping your cheek. "And you, dear- tell me, how do I look? Beautiful, hm?... "

... staring into that wrinkled old face and the smile there which is almost toothless, your grin twists downwards, a filthy taste on you tongue. "... love, you're positively gruesome."

"Agh- " She clutches her chest, and takes a moment to breath. You know that everything in her is at odds - her need to be fair and her desire to excel in her chosen profficiency, - , hearing a statement like that- especially from you. It's a small betrayal. "... painful to hear, but for my purpose today; perfect."

"Thats my girl."

... here, Hilda rolls her terrifying eyes at you. She gives a 'puh' sound, shakes her head, and shuffles off to prepare Snow's 'treat'.

She picks out a round, yellowing apple - mkdway between ripe and moulding, - and ties a strand of string around the stem. Then she dips it into a bubbling green couldron thay looks like if you stood too close, your eyeballs might burst directly inside their sockets. It sizzles and fizzles, and dissapears.

The most beautiful apple, round and ruby red, surely juicy with an excellent and crisp crunch... and extra zing... comes out.

"Mm," Your mouth waters just looking at it, but you straighten up in an effort to not get any closer to it. "Uh, looks delicious.

"Oh it will be- just not for long." You watch the woman hobble right past you then, almost tripping on her shroud. "I'm off to poison a princess!!~ " She sings, her voice a freaky, shrill sound and giggling as she places the fruit in a basket. "Hehehe!~ "

Lord, she reminds you of Rumplestiltskin right now. Instead of telling her that though, you go with an old faithful. "Love you, darling~ "

"Yes, whatever!"

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aye i've been gone for a few days for absolutely no reason other than having 0 ideas in my small brain 😇😇 but aftercare with charles!!!!!!!!

the poor thing is ruined. absolutely ruined.

you stare down at charles fondly, pressing a palm against his cheek if only to watch how he instinctively curls into your touch, rolling his neck over until the tip of your thumb is at the corner of his lip.

his eyes are gone, faraway, and distant when you press his thumb inside your mouth. the way he wraps his pretty lips around your finger and gives it a tender suck is pure instinct, a sign of how far gone he is right now, proof that the daze of pleasure he's in has overwhelmed his mind and body.

“mommy...” charles mumbles slowly, suckling harder at the finger in his mouth. “mommy?”

“shh, i'm here,” you say, and you tug charles closer to you so that he can feel your warmth. his brain might not understand what you're saying, but hopefully his body will feel your heat and will know that you're here with him, you're protecting him, waiting for him.

you pull charles into your lap, swinging his legs gently to the side as you cup his cheeks and layer slow kisses against his face.

“how are you feeling, little one?” your voice is gentle. where you had previously been focused on bringing him to the height of pleasure on your strap alone, your mind is now focused on making sure that he's comfortable in the aftermath.

a weak moan is the best answer he can give, his capacity for speech long destroyed.

“that’s good,” you hum, mainly because you've fucked him to this point enough times to know each and every one of his sounds: the muffled whimpers whenever he's sore and want you to massage him, the sweet moans whenever he's just blissed out and happy, timid whines whenever he's still somehow horny for more and want you between his legs for longer.

today, it’s a sweet little moan that spills from his chest, and your heart just bursts. bringing him to this state, content and pliant and innocent to everything else in the world, is your eternal goal. if you could keep him in this fuzzy bliss forever, you would, because this harsh, cold world is too brutal for someone as soft as sweet little charles, too cruel for someone as kind as him.

charles had woken just woken up from his nap, by the way, after you've taken care of him in the best way possible. you ran him a bubble bath with his favorite bath bomb and scented candles, while massaging his scalp and combing your hands through his pretty, soft, fluffy hair. you trailed kisses all over his spent and tired body, his knuckles and his nose, gave him a cup of water and a little protein bar as a snack for after. you helped him put on his favorite white cotton t-shirt and his grey sweats, skipping his underwear because he's way too cozy for that, you dried his hair and cuddled him to sleep.

pleased with yourself, you stare down at him.

in a few minutes, he’ll start to return to his senses. the dazed look in his pupils will be replaced with the sparkling eyes you love and he’ll finally begin responding to you, finally begin hearing you. 

for now, though, you have a few minutes while he's still lost to the world, and you want to savor all of them to admire just how beautiful he looks like this, fucked out on your lap, left with nothing but love for you, and trusting you to the fullest.

WISHING YOU THE BEST OF LUCK ON YOUR EXAM SHELS!!!!!!!!!!

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📓 ANON YOU REALLY JUST DROPPED A FUCKING MASTERPIECE IN MY ASKBOX OH MY FUCKING GOOD I AM CRYING SCREAMING MELTING DOWN OVER THIS. How dare you write something this perfect? I’m gonna try and add thoughts but this is so beautiful already that there’s no way I can make it any better.

I adore the idea that Charles can’t even understand you for the first while after an intense scene. His little brain just completely shuts down.

Despite this though, he still leans into you. He craves you, thats all he knows. Charles has told you about what he feels then before, and he always says that he just feels safe and warm and has this need to be near you. That’s it. He can’t even speak, couldn’t even say his own name, but he knows he’s safe and he knows he wants to be near you and he’s so, so happy.

To be honest, he mostly just wants to be petted? Long skin on skin cuddle sessions happen after his bath. He needs them to be able to take a nap and to fully calm down.

But right after a scene when he can’t even say his own name… he wants to be loved on. He wants to have you stroke him and cuddle him and let him suck on your thumb and play with his hair.

And he absolutely loves when you manhandle him, cause then he feels even safer. He doesn’t have to a thing, cause you’ll do it all, even moving him. He just gets to feel safe and loved and have you take care of him.

His little sounds are the truly the cutest thing ever. At first charles being unable to speak frightened you, but it doesn’t anymore because now you understand that he’s let his guard completely down. He’s completely exposed and he’s so comfortable with that, because you’re there to look after him.

And then it’s time for his bath. Charles loves his bath so much, because he loves being warm when he’s like this. He also likes to have the same bubble bath used very single time. He associates it with aftercare now and he doesn’t want another one. That’s his aftercare bubble bath.

He truly is just the sweetest thing, just letting you wash him with a dumb smile on his face. He’s not ready to come back to himself yet, but he feels so good like this that he ends up smiling the whole time. It’s perfect.

He has his nap directly on your chest. Depending on the intensity of the scene, he might only nap for about ten minutes or he might be out for hours. Either way, you always stay with him. You refuse to let him wake up alone.

Not only because you know he’d be so scared if he woke up alone, but because you absolutely love how he looks when he wakes? The way he always lets out a little grown, how completely relaxed he is, how his eyes light up when he spots you.

He’s just… the sweetest little one.

[crimson-phantom-designs]

Some more from the stand alone story thats reached 12k words now.

Poor, sweet little Eb. His brooding is so cute.

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Ebenezer scowled bitter with a crisp tone. "Christ Francis, I'm not a child. Yes... I will be back."

Francis applied a hard stare to that as he spoke hinting a lecture. "Last week what was claimed to be a 'moments trip' to the market turned to several hours into the night because you bumped into a colleague of Lloyd's and wouldn't stop talking..."

Ebenezer made a little disdainful noise as he looked away knitting his brow. "That was one time... and it was business. This isn't."

"Oh that was one given example, certainly not the only time but I can provide more if you like."

"Of course you could..." Ebenezer muttered with a hardened vex, still looking away. "Now Francis, I said stop being rude to me. I'm doing you a service here... do you want me to come back at all?"

Francis raised a high brow, observing this brooding posture with a twist to a sly smile. Ebenezer looked so adorable when tempered, at least to him, he was like a hare stomping its foot.

Yet this seemed a bit more than brooding. He might actually be hurt... "A service, mm?..." Francis purred, breaking the small distance between them to stared down at him, using his hight to force the man to look directly up to face him. Even if their hight wasn't greatly different, in situations like this, that mattered... Yet when Ebenezer didn't reciprocate, Francis gently lift the man's chin to meet his gaze by a thumb and index finger. "Don't pout, look I'm sorry.- I didn't mean to be so rude, but you have to admit, your lack of surroundings really set up this situation..."

With a depressive sigh, Ebenezer cut his eyes up to him barely speaking. "Which I apologized for, a few times infact... Can't you just let it go?"

"You did... I still expect you to make up for it though..." He said with a soft suggestive husk to his voice and bump at the hip.

Ebenezer did fully face him now. "Oh?... Am I being leveraged?..." His brooding expression shift to a soft, playful one.

Francis hummed, spending devilish charm as dexterous fingers trail up Ebenezer's strong jawline to brush his sharp cheekbones, cradling the side of his face. "Let's just say things I've wanted to do I should be able to get now..."

"Oh?... Is simply bedding me become too mundane for you?" Ebenezer teased facetious regard but leaned into the touch of his face.

"Hm, cheeky. Of course not... but... since you're getting dressed again anyway... a strip tease would be a nice little service..." His spread smile shows teeth slyly.

"I see... Is that all?" Ebenezer's head tilt with a curious sparkle in his eyes.

"Well, that's how it will start..." He purred huskily as Ebenezer raised a high brow with a frown. He then leaned into Ebenezer's ear to explain through a rasp of hot breath with details only Ebenezer could hear. Allthewhile, Francis hand ghost down his lover's spine sending a wave of burning motion rolling up his form to crimson his face the more explicit those factors got. What Ebenezer struggled hard to contain internally as he only let out a soft, breathy exhale as heated blood rushed to his core.

Francis then pulled away with a lecherous grin as Ebenezer said nothing past an intense slanted stare under thick brows. "Now that gets to knock about in that buzzing cranium of yours all the way there and back, perhaps then you won't dawdle. Either for the want or the knowledge it's going to be that much more intensified if you do..."

"You are a cruel bastard, Dr.Osman..." Ebenezer quipped with a combative stare.

"Likewise, Mr.Scrooge..." Francis mirrored the expression back offering the man's coif a flick with his fingers. "Make with swift action now... hurry back..."

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[solmints-messyocdiary]

I know weve talked about it a little bit before but for the love interest thing what are your thoughts on Odile x Milo?

Also "Alice" x Ava and Kari x DogFace are popping into my mind 👀 thats a lot omg im so sorry 🤣

Is okay~ Give me the pairings!

We know that these two would trauma bond and feel connected that they themselves have ghosts of their past. I do see her latching hard on milo, though, and she can be very overwhelming with her love and care, jealousy too... not to mention the cannibalism part. Hopefully, he'll be able to handle that and not be too freaked out about it.

However, she'll be very eager to learn anything about him and listen to him or just be in comfortable silence. Odile will also help him with the gravedigging if he wants. She's a sturdy girl despite how lanky she is. Also, many caresses, and combing his hair with her fingers might hum a little tune while doing so. I think they'd be a cute and odd couple for sure. 🥺

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Okay, the fact that a cute alternative girl that can play the guitar got interested in her in the first place has "Alice" quaking. She'll find Ava so cool and pretty she wouldn't know what to do herself, tbh as she isn't used to the attention. Pretty women make her more nervous than pretty man because she tends to compare herself at times with them lmao.

"Alice" is a weeb who likes Jrock and vaporwave, but she's open to listening to anything Metallica Ava likes. In a way, she's also quite insecure and sometimes doesn't dress the best, so she'll be scared that she won't be able to fit Ava's aesthetics... just saying that Ava is allowed to give her a full-body makeover~

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DogFace, in general, is scared of romance/sex of any kind, so it would be difficult, if not impossible, to pursue him in any capacity. It's not only Kari he'll be weary of, it's everyone. However, knowing how fearful he is of others who are stronger than him, I don't see him reacting the best if he finds out about Kari's lycantropy. 😭

He'll have to trust Kari and see her as a dear friend at first before he even reacts calmly to it. But... I do think he'll find her sweet and bubbly personality irritating but endearing at the same time!

[box-architecture]

Fem!Awesamdrunz.

Dream with long, blonde curls she ties up in a battlemaiden crown. (Quackity cuts her hair, practically destroys her scalp in the process. Its stupid to cry over it, so Dream doesn't. Not until she escapes and looks into a mirror for the first time. She's scarred beyond belief, maimed really. She feels fucking pathetic, giving a shit about hair. But it made her feel good, and now her fingers instinctively reach to fiddle with the strands only to be met with air.)

Sam who's got short, floofy waves that curl a bit. Sides might be shaved. (She is an absolute fuckming lesbian. Her ears turn red when Dream lets her hair down the first time, or when Dream wears a more revealing top. Her Catholicisms made her very uptight and in denial about her Gay when she was younger. She's very stiff about it, even now. She melts at gentle kisses.)

Punz with an undercut. That's it that's the brainrot. (Punz with a tongue piercing that vibrates so they can stimulate Dreams clit when they go down on her. Punz is She/They because Gender. She thinks it's very funny to poke Sam's tits.)

consider Sam hand-sewing dream a wig (and Punz braiding it into a bunch of different styles). she's tried growing it out, but it never grows back just the same way. and she cant seem to take care of it like she used to with all these new body limitations such as chronic pain and hand tremors. she pretends it doesn't effect her because really- its just hair.

(its not like it was a way of self expression that's been taken away or anything.)

It's important to her!!!!!! She took very good care of it. And maybe that's a little vain, maybe she was made fun of a bit for caring about her appearance, but she was Strong and Powerful, and engaged in a lot of traditionally masculine activities. It made her feel really good, to just. Be feminine. To have this one thing.

It fucks her up pretty bad, and she hates herself for caring about it. Spirals pretty badly. When Sam helps her with the wig the first time, she really does cry

The way girls are simultaneously told they shouldn't care so much about their looks while constantly being judged for them. Dream constantly being pressured for that. Dream just wanting to feel good

its not quite the same as it used to be- she cant directly feel fingers running through the strands and against her scalp, its not attached to her, and it requires learning to care for it in a way shes not used to, but it helps. and most importantly its a symbol of love. love when Punz helps her braid it into her old style, and how Sam made it for her at all, its love, and shes happy

They take such good care of her, she does elaborate styles, they get butterfly pins and colorful ties, jewels to clink, flower crowns. When she shows up to kick Quackity's ass she wears the wig in the old style (shes tried some new styles lately, but this one seemed fitting) a symbol of defiance

Still a battlemaiden, a Valkyrie

and maybe she gets some blood into it and thats a bit of a pain to clean up but its fine. Sam will very happily help her out. Punz scrubs her cheek while Sam carefully combs through it. She was so good!!!!! So cool!!!!! Why is she covered in slime???

what the fuck do you mean a slime army

There's more than one wig, too, in case Dream didn't like the first. She wanted Dream to be happy with it! There are several, the parts in several places, because parting hair is a pain. They have to help her because her fingers are just not that dexterous anymore. (she has to relearn how to walk around and fight in armor and they're there for her through that entire process)

Also bonus points if she's lying on a heating pad (Body Pain Hurts) and Fluffy Centaur Sam just. Lays on top of her. Starts purring. Purring will Cure The Ailments of The Body

Punz: I don't think that will fix it Dream: nono Punz get under here I think it's working

Sam got jealous of the heating pad. Technology?????? Taking her partners time and attention???? Horrible, abhorrent. She will fix it better than any dumb heating pad with PURRING

Punz finds the heating pad in the trash later that day

Punz: YOU CANT JUST GET RID OF EQUIPMENT WE NEED EVERY TIME DREAMS USES IT Sam: ILL MAKE A BETTER ONE Punz: Sam, there are times when you will not be there, and Dream will still need to be warm. Sam: How Dare You Suggest Such A Thing

Sam, coming home covered in redstone and immediately flopping onto Dream and Punz (who were cuddling) and getting it everywhere

(Punz likes to use Dreams chest as a pillow. They also really like sticking their tongue out at Sam while they do it. Sam fumes silently in the background. She wants Chest Pillow.)

Sam can't comprehend a world where she will not be there to keep Dream warm.

Sam does Dream's eyeliner! She feels so fucking honored. Wide eyed as Dream sits still for her. She watched a million tutorials and Studied This. Dream wears swoopy makeup that Sam does for her into battle sometimes. Makes her feel Very Pretty

Punz has a garden. Punz growing the flowers that Sam makes into paints for Dream to wear into battle, flower designs to match.

She carries her partners with her, their existence painted on her face

[youngpettyqueen]

Hawkeye wraps his arms around BJ’s neck and pulls him into a hug. BJ throws his arms around his middle and hugs back with strength that borders on crushing. He doesn’t complain, though. He just gets one hand up to cradle his head, combing his fingers through his paling hair as BJ squeezes him tight enough to pop his ribs out of place. He feels him inhale deep in his hair, feels his fingers dig anchor points into his back that very well might leave bruises.

“I’m here,” He murmurs quietly, “Just keep holding on till it feels real. I’m not goin’ anywhere anytime soon.”

BJ’s response is to bury his face in his shoulder. Hawkeye tilts his head against his, turning briefly so that he can plant a quick kiss to the messy hair there. BJ breathes in shaky inhales and shuddering exhales, trembling quietly in his arms like a frightened child. This place has a way of making frightened children of them all.

From Things That Cry In The Night, and—

“No, I call ‘em sexy, smokin’, maybe even pretty. But never beautiful,” Trapper gives Hawkeye’s shoulder a helpful nudge to get him to flop onto his back, “That’s only for you. Even when you look like you want me dead.” He teases.

Hawkeye gives him a dainty little wave. Trapper throws him a wink as he makes his exit, needing to move out before he can make the decision to shirk his duties and play nurse all day. He’d already done that once this week, and he doubts Henry will take kindly to his doing it a second time.

from It’s Not Chicken Soup, But It’s Good For The Soul, for the DVD commentary thing?

—No GFA Anon

you got it!! and dont worry about the 500 words thing anon (I saw your other message) i wasn't planning on being strict with it haha

things that cry in the night-

so one thing about me as a writer is I really really love writing hugs. this is because I think hugging is an elite action and I am a very huggy person. one of the main points of this fic was just to write a really good hug. one of those hugs thats like, deep-pressure therapy that feels like it could put you back together while youre breaking down in pieces. Hawkeye here is physically holding BJ together, gathering him up and trying to fit all those pieces together, while BJ is desperately clinging onto him as tight as he can because he needs to convince himself this is real, and part of him is terrified if he doesnt hold on as tight as he can, Hawkeye's going to vanish

Hawkeye very much gets what BJ's going through here. a lot of inspo for this fic came from Hawk's Nightmare, and me wanting to explore how BJ might react to having those extremely vivid nightmares. its why I had Hawkeye know what to say and what to do- he knows how this feels. I also imagine this isnt the first time this has happened, even if we never got a scene like this in canon

I was particularly proud of that last bit- "This place has a way of making frightened children of them all." I still really like it. I was drawing specifically on Hawkeye's experiences there, referencing how he often feels like a scared kid when it comes to this place and the war. he's seeing that childlike fear in BJ, and he sees it in others. its another reason he knows what to do and what to say- he knows how it feels

its not chicken soup, but its good for the soul-

yeah that first bit I still really, really love. "“No, I call ‘em sexy, smokin’, maybe even pretty. But never beautiful,”-" is the indicator that what Trapper feels for Hawkeye is different than what he feels for the nurses, specifically in that early seasons context of sleeping around with them a lot. I wanted to make it clear Trapper is still very much into the women, because the casual sex in the early seasons is something I actually love a lot and isnt something I would ever ignore in a fic, but it is meant to indicate that his relationship with and feelings towards Hawkeye are different. its romantic, not just attraction

that last part is also very cute for me haha. I did not dive into it in this fic, because it wasn't relevant and I was very very sick while writing so I did not have the energy to expand on a lot, but I like to think Trapper enjoys playing nurse whenever anybody in camp that he knows/is close with is sick/hurt. he's such a caring guy!! he's such a sweetheart, we see that come into play a lot with the kids, but also with Hawkeye and I would even say we see it sometimes with Margaret. so yeah, of course he would want to play nurse and fuss around

and the last bit there about Henry is just a really funny visual for me. Henry of course appreciates the sentiment- personally I HC that Henry did a lot of hovering and mother henning over Hawkeye after the events of Dr Pierce and Mr Hyde- but also. he kinda needs Trapper to work his shifts, if only so he doesnt have to deal with Frank's bitching about it

[saucymalum]

The Daily Grind pt.24

coffee shop!au Calum Hood x fem!reader x fem!OC

Originally posted on my Instagram

Summary: Y/N has worked at this coffee shop for almost a year when her coworker makes a group chat. Little did she know that would lead her into so much trouble.

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6, pt.7, pt.8, pt.9, pt.10, pt.11, pt. 12, pt.13, pt.14, pt.15, pt.16, pt.17, pt.18, pt.19, pt.20, pt.21, pt.22, pt.23

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The moonlight peaks into the apartment through the blinds. I didnt bother turning on the lights when I came home. I didnt see the point if, in the end, I know I’m going to break down. The pressure of the decision thats been weighing on my chest is finally too much. I slam my door shut as the tears fall from my eyes and trap my bag in front of it. I always knew I would have to choose. I knew I’d have to break a heart eventually but I let myself live in the bubble that I would be able to keep this life forever. The walls of my perfectly built fantasy are crashing around me and I dont know what to do.

I crash down on my couch, sobbing into the soft fabric. I clutch my blanket tight to my chest as the moonlight makes lines on my face. My sobs are eventually interrupted by my stomach growling so with a heavy head and heart I drag my feet to the kitchen. I brew up a cup of tea and look around for a delivery menu. 

Just as I take a sip of my tea my front door opens to reveal my two loves.

“Jesus, it’s fucking dark in here!” Calum shouts as he trips over my bag.

A smack echos against the walls followed by a yelp before Lilah’s voice speaks up, “Don’t shout, what if she’s sleeping?”

Cal opens his mouth to reply but I beat him to the punch. “I’m not asleep.”

Their eyes snap to me and take in my form. My loose sweater almost slid off my shoulder and my hair stuck to the tear trails I didnt bother to wipe away. I stand in front of their eyes nervously.

Lilah rushes over and pulls me into her arms. As soon as her arms circle around me I latch onto her. Sobs wrack my body again as I fall apart from her warmth. 

Lilah pulls away and places her hands on my cheeks, “Love, why the tears? What’s wrong?”

I open my mouth to speak but my tongue gets tangled when I look into Cal’s eyes. I cover my face with my sleeve-covered hands as my tears fall.

"Baby, please tell us what's wrong." Cal pleads as he pulls me into his arms.

A take a couple of deep breaths, breathing in the scent of his cologne. "I don't want to hurt you two," I whisper.

"What?" Lilah and Calum ask in unison. If it were any other time they'd be arguing about jinxes. 

"I have to choose eventually and I don't want to." 

Calum sighs as he combs his fingers through my hair and I tighten my hold on him.

"Why don't we go to the couch and talk about this? Maybe turn on a light or two." Lilah suggests and not two seconds after me nodding Cal pulls me to the couch.

Lilah sits next to us and that's when I see they actually brought food. My emotions are such a mess I actually think for a second I might cry at the sight of the restaurant logo.

Lilah grabs hold of my hand and pulls it to her lips. "We chose to be in this mess with you. This isn't just your weight to bear."

Calum continues to brush his finger through my hair and I look up into his eyes, "No matter who you choose we're still your friend."

I shake my head vigorously as the lump in my throat starts to surface again. "But I don't want to choose that's the problem! I can't choose."

Calum and Lilah share a smile before they look back at me. "What if you didn't have to?"

I swear my heart stops, "What?" I croak.

"Lilah and I were talking earlier and, well, both of us are falling in love with you and there's really no reason you have to choose if you don't want to. We both want you and if you want both of us that'd be amazing."

"Are you serious?"

"If you want us then we're here"

Next

[pixicunt]

Kintsukuroi

(Kintsukuroi is the art of repairing pottery with gold and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken )

you are more beautiful because you have been broken.... or mean yandere Jimin needs to break you completely then put the pieces back together to make you his pretty little doll

Jimin x reader (ft Jungkook)

8.2K words of all smut 

Warnings! NONCON/dubcon, omorashi (piss), drugging, knives (only used to induce fear, not actually used on y/n), very slight mxm, yandere jimin and jungkook, DUMBIFICATION, dollification (not very heavy just jimin calling oc a mindless doll to fuck), manipulation, anal, gaslighting, slight daddy kink/ age play / jimins wants to take care of you, mindbreak, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, coercion, fear play ( from the knife), jimins shoes is a whole kink/ pussy stepping, oral sex recieving and giving, slight mention of breaking your jaw. umm i think thats it. 

this is might be a bt extreme for some so read with cation !

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Dating Jimin had been a dream as you only saw him through rose tinted glasses. he was kind and treated you like no one ever had before. opening doors for you, paying for all your dates, feeding you. romantic, except it wasn’t romantic at all and you had realized that to late. you did not  know about his deep rooted obsession with you and that he strategically planed everything from your very first encounter.

it went from gentlemen actions of tying your shoe and feeding you spoonful's of your food with an admiration in his eyes to him telling you what to wear (usually short skirts) , what to eat, what to address him as and you did as he said only because that look of admiration and the praise he gave felt better then the uncomfy feeling blooming in your tummy.

subtle comments about how dumb and silly you are. you were to naïve to see all the warning signs and a little to intimidated to say anything about it.

You didn't notice the sly smirk he had when your friends had stopped talking to you, much to his manipulation on his part, he could be very persuasive and intimidating. feeding everyone close to you lies so they would push you away in disgust. even your own family, kicking you out of the house in disgrace leaving you no choice but to run into Jimins arms.

into his home.

He was the only one by your side when everyone had abandoned you, his fingers combing through your hair telling you everything was going to be ok and that you didn't need them anyway, all you needed was him.

 Then came the jabs about how you should quit your job, you are always so clumsy and he didn't think you were fit for a job that required you to use your brain so much because you were so clueless sometimes, he was just worried.

 he wasn't. 

He just wanted you to be his braindead little slut and he would get you there. it wasn't long before rumors spread around your work place about you spreading your legs in the workplace and so it didn't take long for your job to be terminated.

 Jimin was always there, a chest to cry into. a warm body to lay next to, now your only hope of survival. you didn't have a job or a place to go. just as he planned.

when you came home with tears, racked sobs about the mean rumors and the fact that you no longer had a job jimin had to try and hold back a smile. instead of being blanketed with comforting words he instead questioned your infidelity.Of course he knew you were a virgin, he had eyes on you at all times but he wanted to break you. you could only sob and shake the tears from your face in desperate disbelief.

“no, no , no, iv never slept with anyone, i-i dont know who started those rumors but they are not true" you were hardly audible through your tears and wavy voice."please"

Jimin turned away from you, faking a look a confusion and hurt and you grab his arm in desperation ."please believe me"

He has you right were he wants you. like a snake about to swallow his prey. "then prove it to me" 

You miss the smirk in his voice and the way he was already undressing you. hands brushing the hair from your face softly before moving to the hem of your shirt "show me you haven't been a dirty little slut and that you love me" that's when you saw his beautiful mask crack

It all happened so fast and you never expected your first time to be this way. didn't anticipate the rough way he held you down as he took your virginity. "so messy and needy for daddy" it felt wrong and your gut stirred but you wanted this to right ? adventuly as you continued to sink deeper into his trap did you realize it was a little to late to leave. he already had you in the palm of his hand, his cute little doll. you no longer made your own decisions but  your brain was much to foggy to really understand because as Jimin said you were just a silly little girl who couldn't do anything by herself.

 So you got used to a routine of being dependent on him for your survival. you would only eat when he fed you, wash when he was there to bathe you, spend special time with daddy when he said so.

 Like every day you watch as he dissolves a blue pill into a plastic cup of water, speaking to you in that disgustingly sweet voice. you couldn't do it anymore, you didn't want your brain to go foggy. without thinking you swipe your hand across the table, the cup spilling its contents over the kitchen bench as Jimins usual smile vanished. it was terrifying

This wasn't a simple case of him fucking the defiance out of you, no, you needed to be broken. before he could react you leapt off your chair and headed straight for the door. it was unlocked, It had been so long since you had been outside and you were so overwhelmed by the fresh air that before you could even think about running you had been caught, you would never do that again as he would make you regret your actions.

 After the way he kept you in a dark room for days, fucking you stupid and never letting you get a proper nights rest as he left a vibrator against you all night. cooing at you the next morning, you had learnt your lesson. Jimin was not who you thought he was.

 So you were in the middle of getting yourself some vanilla ice cream , a child safe rubber spoon of course because Jimin couldn't trust you around with so much as a sharp edge or anything that could fall, smash or sqush you. its to protect you he says, because you are to dumb to be doing anythng by yourself. you try to calm nervous butterflies in your stomach with the icecream.

draped in one of his shirts, only because that was what he demanded of you, and that you had no clothes of your own apart from the tight shirts , skirts and everything in the colour pink . So here You were standing in front of the fridge spooning the ice-cream into your mouth, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

 You knew disobeying him was a dangerous game, a very dangerous game that you had to play carefully. Today you had not been careful. you had not known your limit because you had been so stupid to fall into his trap.

 You already knew all the doors and windows were locked but that didn't stop you from trying to open them, just incase he was not focused today and left something unlocked, giving you a chance to escape his claws that were already so deep in your skin. But things were not as usual today and that should have been the first warning sign, Jimin rushing about the room pulling at his shirt wrinkled from sleep to show to the lean inked side of his rib as  he threw the shirt somewhere in the room.

Jimin was always calculated and never late but today he was so rushed that he didn't even have time to hold you down while he went down on you like most mornings. sometimes if he was feeling mean spirited he would hold himself there well after your orgasm driving you into overstimulation and into another painfull orgasm, wiping your tears with a condescending smile before capturing your cries with a hand over your mouth , whispering sweet praises. hands above you to make sure you couldn't escape as he played with you however he wanted. fucking you into the mattress while all you could do was take it.

This morning you had done something without thinking it through. you stole his  phone. it was a reckless decision and you almost got caught slipping it under the bed when Jimin rushed back into the room to kiss you goodbye with a promise of a surprise for being so well behaved this past month. quickly dressing you in his shirt, dressing you because dumb little girls cant do anything on their own.

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you held the phone in your hand and it felt like a grenade. heavier then a brick of steel. it was terrifying. the feeling of being scared to take a chance at your freedom. you have been locked in this house so long it had become normal. a home. but the touch on your skin still burned, the feeling of helplessness swallowing your whole body.

Who would you even call. everyone hated you and no one even knew you were missing. you drop the phone on the soft sheets of the bed. you felt the burn of his gaze in your head. his sweet words when he was having a good day made you feel like you belong here with him and that nobody missed you in the real world. you dont know what life would be like anymore. he was all you knew. or at least this is what he has conditioned you to believe.

Then your mind wonders to his bad days, when you wouldn't play into his act and be the little girl he wanted and how he would look at you , a look that made you want to cry, a look that made you almost feel the slap on your skin and the days of torture that would follow. even being summited to this lifestyle he forced you in was enough to push you to get out. you used to be a functioning adult, not a baby that had to eat with rubber plastic forks and knives

Without wasting any more time you dial the police. your heart was in your ears as a calm voice spoke out to you, the sound of a male voice made you flinch, having not heard anything but Jimins voice in so long.

 "i need help "

You couldn't help the shake in your voice both from fear that he would out he would never forgive you. your eyes flicker to the full length mirror as you were forced to stare at your reflection. maybe you should hang up now. He had been nice this week. 

maybe too nice

"hello, mam ? can you repeat that and tell me where you are"

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You don't know how long its been but here you are eating ice-cream and trying to keep yourself together. you didn't even want to think of this failing and getting caught, you could already feel the imprint of his cock inside of you for the next week and the amount of tears you would cry. having second thoughts, maybe it would be easier to just live this way. Before you can let regret swallow you whole the sound of keys in your front door had your full attention, any thoughts forgotten as you hold your breath in wait for who would come through the door. You see his suit jacket first, then the sweep of his hair, a hand in his hair pushed back.

The door slammed shut and you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a muted thud of the rubber. His shiny black boots hit the floor with soft clicks as he walked towards the kitchen bench , throwing his keys onto the bench before looking up at you. he looked calm and it made you shudder.

 He had a small smile on his face as he spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice. "the craziest thing happened to me today" he just stood and stared at you. his hands lazily in his pockets as he spoke. "my phone wasn't in my pocket, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that right sweetheart ?"

All you could manage was a small shake of your head, no. You were frozen in your spot, his stare held you there as he walked over to you, pushing you up against the fridge, caging you there as he looked down at you making you feel small and vulnerable.

 “I-” you were cut off by his raspy voice . “I don't like liers Y/N”. 

He was pissed but so turned on just by the thoughts of punishments running through his mind and how he would handle you after the stunt you pulled.

“when i went on my break today i saw you on the news, the officer on the screen talking about how they are desperately looking for you, you looked so pretty in the picture they used too, bet they want to join in to find you just so they can fuck you” your head was hurting, Jimin was never this mean to you, you were being crushed by his words and his body. Your head hung low in shame as you felt your eyes water. he hung over you as he continued to talk "i was going to take a picture of it but my phone wasn't in my pocket, do you know where it is"  

You took too long to respond because his hand was gripping your face, thumb  over your lip. “do I need to repeat myself” you quickly shake your head no. he seemed pleased with the answer. He was pushing your body further into the fridge and the handle was digging painfully into your back. you bit the inside of your cheek and bared the pain as one of Jimin's thick thighs was being pushed between your own.

“when did you get so daring sweetheart, do i not fuck you enough for you to know your  place?” . 

You don’t get a chance to answer him as he was pushing one of his fingers inside your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. you felt suffocated with no room to breathe.

"i decide when you when you eat, when you sleep and when you breathe" Plump lip were sucking painfully down your neck, leaving succulent bruises to show everyone he was there. licking back up to your ear 

"do you really think im stupid enough to leave my phone somewhere you could snatch it". You had to hold off a shudder from your body . He removed his finger from your mouth as he continued to mark your neck.   Your eyes close involuntarily as he worked down your neck until he was met with the material of the shirt.  

"don't you ever learn sweetheart, your not very bright , just a dumb little slut right?" you felt all the air in your lung collapse and you let out a sob as his lips were back on your neck. from all the time you spent to get to know Jimin this is the worst you have seen from him. no cute smiles, no sweet words . even when he forced his cock into you it was out of love but his eyes didn't hold any remorse right now, you had broken any trust between you.

 “how disappointing, ” gripping the front of your shirt with both hands as he pulled you closer to his body. "couldn't even be undressed for me, this is what you wanted right? to make me mad, well im losing my patience”. 

With that he let go of the shirt and used the same hand to run through his hair, his rings shimmered in the low light of the kitchen , eyes scaning over to the locked kitchen knives before critical eyes scan down on you as he waited.You diddnt even realize you were just staring at him stupidly, he wanted you ready But you couldn’t move, you were stunned. Blood was flowing to you cheeks and fear was paralysisng you .

He brought one of his hands up to his face as one finger running over his lips at your silent defiance. He was amused. “don’t you know how much trouble your in sweetheart?, want daddy to really hurt you or is it that your just so little that  you need daddy to help undress you" His hands caged you back into the fridge, had you not said a word this whole time ? “J-imin” you didn't get a chance to speak. “five”  you shut your mouth as look up at him. 

“four” He was counting. counting down like you would to a child who had 5 seconds to put away their game and go to bed. He leaned back to observe you, you looked so small right now, thats  exactly how he wanted you. 

“three” 

 You were already half way to 0. If you didn’t do anything right now he would reach 0 before you even knew it. 

“two”

The numbers echoed in your ears and a very real sense of reality set in.  was he trying to give you the illusion that you had a choice, that if you took it off before he got to one that it would be your choice, that he wouldn't rip any clothing off you even if you didn't comply. as you come out of your head  Jimin is holding up one finger “

one” 

he dropped his hand and ran his eyes over your body. "ok princess"

He spun you around, your hands braced against the fridge as he kicks your legs apart with his boots. you were spread and you suck in a breath at how fast it all happened and your cheeks heat up.

 You couldn't help the inner turmoil, you didn't want this but your body couldn't help but react. you tried to push away from him but the way he had you caged it was no use. you felt the thick scratchy outline of his black jeans push up against your ass as his hands reach up under the shirt to your breasts. the cold metal of his rings brush up against your nipples and you cant help the shiver that spreads down your body and the little whimper as he plays with you.

"these pills really do seem to do wonders, always needy, always dripping" you felt him push harder onto your ass he leaned his mouth to your ear. "cold?" you can only manage a small nod of your head as his rings ghost over your chest. "should i warm you up?" you could feel his lips pull into a sadistic smile, his voice a whisper.

"don't move"

with that his hand came down on your ass, hard. out of pure shock you jumped away from him, disobeying his order not to move. you didn't get far as he pulled you by your wrist and pushed you back up against the fridge, hard , hand on your neck keeping you there.

 "I said don't move" his voice was deep and it almost came out as a growl. you let out a sob at the throbbing pain, you felt a reassuring hand brush through your hair. he released your neck to place a soft kiss to your temple and a few small ones down your neck.

 "I dont know why you make it so hard for yourself, all iv ever done is love you and give you food, a warm bed and fuck you but you cant be a good girl"

You knew it was coming but you still couldn't be ready for the sting and the burning heat on your ass as his hand went through the air and connected to the same cheek. you screamed but tried to silence yourself with your hand. involuntary tears welling in your eyes and the pulsing heat inside you that needed to be relieved, probably from the drugs and the fact that you felt yourself slipping and regressing.

You let out a sigh as his hand soothed over you, the coolness of his rings the only thing giving you relief. "do this ever again and I will fuck your mouth until your jaw breaks and you will be nothing but a voiceless doll for me to fuck"

 Again you felt the harsh slap of his palm on your ass, you heard it echo in the room and through your ears with only a dejected whimper coming out of your mouth. another two more slaps and your legs felt like jelly, ready to give out. trying to deny the fact that the words pulled at the arousal inside of you.

he continued as his hand came across your ass and the tears fell. "tears wont work  baby, I have to break you for you to understand you cant leave"

His hands soothed over your ass. "no body loves you as much as i do , if you ever left where would you go, you would just be damaged goods" his words were soft.

A loud and final slap had you pushing all your weight onto the fridge, incoherent words and whimpers falling from your mouth. "shhhh" you felt Jimins reassurance in his calm voice as he pulls you towards him, his arms snaking around your body. his hand reaching for your jaw as he kisses against your lips, you felt yourself melt.

 You were a sobbing mess as Jimin disconnected your lips, reaching in front of you to open the fridge door, too lost in the fog that clouded your head to actually pay attention, he wiped away your tears.

 "drink" a bottle of water was being pushed up against your lips , you open your lips to let the cool liquid inside, clearing out the haze just slightly. you didn't even care if it was laced with anything.

He guided the bottle to make sure nothing spilt from it. you tried to pull away , a hint that you were done and needed a breath of oxygen but he was quick to grab you by the back of the head  tilting the bottle with ringed fingers and a stare that kept you still

Your eyes water as you start to choke on the water being forced down your throat as you tried to scream and push him away. the pressure of a hand on the back of your neck turned into a fistful of your hair as you keep thrashing, water spilling down your chin and soaking your shirt. he takes the water bottle away from your lips and pulls your hair back, looking at you with anger spiting the words out.

 "let anymore water spill and ill make you lick from the floor"

You were trying to catch your breath, the hand in your hair lets go and instead grabs your face with a firm hand, your lips slick with spit and water that dribbled from your mouth coating his hand as your lips pucker out.

 "now finish it" with a quarter left of water  you bring your shaky hands up to take the bottle and look at him, to scared to look away as you down the rest of the bottle.

Just as you were about to beg him there was a loud pounding knock on the door. both you and Jimin froze, his hand clasped over your mouth as a flash light shined through the curtained window. 

"Police open up" Jimin turned to you his eyes harsh and you almost miss the crack of a smirk in his face "looks like we have a guest" you wanted to yell out for help, if you didn't you would be in for days of torture.  your freedom was right there behind the wooden door but fear kept you against the fridge door as you watch him pull a shiny knife from the kitchen

 "be good" even if you wanted to scream out you couldn't, you felt light headed, just barely grasping your surroundings, Jimin moved towards the door a hand running through his hair to collect himself , opening it with an innocent smile as he greeted the man behind the door, knife behind his back.

 "hello officer, how can I help you" the man cleared his throat and your eyes widen "yes hello we got a call from a young lady from this address, says she was in urgent need of help". you couldn't help notice the way jimin’s tongue clicked on the inside of his cheek as he turned to you. he diddnt look panicked or even fazed

 "sweetheart can you come here and tell me what this is about, explain yourself " you couldn't believe your ears. you pull shaky hands up to wipe your eyes and your mouth ,you didn't understand what was happening. 

As you didn't move you were being gently pulled by Jimin , a hand on your back as a constant reminder. the man behind the door was attractive, tattooed sleeve and a pierced eyebrow. he drank you in with unsuspecting eyes and you couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling in your gut. "everything alright here mam" he looked concerned as he saw your red puffy eyes.

 “y-yes" your voice was tiny as he shined his flash into your eyes. jimin moved behind you in slow steps, the faint clcik of heeled boots as you spoke to the officer "Hi ,im officer Jeon, you can call me Jungkook" his uniform hugged him tightly and you don't miss the slightly rolled up sleeve revealing tattoos.

 "do you carry any drugs or have taken any drugs tonight " he lifted  a pierced eyebrow in question, you simply shook your head no. he didn't look convinced as he looked at your appearance. you dont blame him you look a mess.

"im going to need you to take off your clothes so i can be sure you dont have any drugs on your person"

You tried to turn around to look at jimin for any reasurance but he forced your head back to the officer. "w-what" . the officer smiled and it looked reasuring untill he spoke. "be a good girl and take your clothes off"

you cant help the gasp as jimins hand disappear up your shirt again , pulling your shirt up enough to expose your heart print underwear to the officer. "yes she is in need of urgent help" your legs wobbled as you felt the flat of jimins palm cup you

"such a clumsy girl, this is why you cant play with daddys phone" 

Jungkook  bit his lip watching as jimin worked, the movment of his hands on your breast under the shirt and of couse the one over your underwear He walked into the house, shutting the door with a kick of his shoe and a final click .

 "such a naughty girl" jimin had spoken into the shell of your ear you couldn't breath , you couldn't breath. you couldn't. jimin tried to lift the shirt off your head, you tried to plead with him and wiggle out of his grip, the shirt dropping back to your thigh.

"this is why you need me, this is why you need me to protect you" he cupped your cheek with his hands and if you were in any other situation this would be a sweet gesture but the contact on your skin burned. 

"what if Jungkook got here before me, how he would have reasured you with lies of safty right before fucking you into our couch or even taking you for himself"

 you want to be sick, it was all a set up"i-im sorry,i wont do it again". your voice brakes and wavers.

all he did was smile at you sweetly. "i know" you felt a second body up against your back . "no, no , no don't " you tried to elbow the body behind you only to have him grip both hands behind your back and a hand pulling you by the hair to keep you complacent. " haven't broken her in yet park?" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

 “what a brat, you have it good you have no idea what people like me would do to you, if i was in my police car doing my routine rounds at night  and i happened to see you on the street i would waste no time bending you over the hood of my car, using every hole and leaving you on the side of the road,you think you can trust the police ? darling i am the police and even if you went to the police who would they believe, you ? a dirty little slut or me, a highly respected officer" 

you cant trust anyone anymore, not even the people that were suposed to protect you. you couldn't help the full body shudder as he spoke into your ear. "god iv been wanting to fuck you for so long" 

Jungkooks hand moves from your hair to trace down the side of your neck causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. you jump when you feel something cold against the skin of your thigh, freezing in fear . you open your teary eyes to meet Jimins , a tick of his brow and a small smirk as he ran the blunt edge of the knife up your thigh. trying to keep your breathing as shallow as possible as you felt the edge of the blade over your hip. too focused on the the way Jimin was running up your stomach it came as a shock when you felt a palm on your inner thigh, inching higher until you felt his fingers rub over your cunt from behind.

The sudden gasp had your body moving involuntary, the knife getting caught in the shirt, the loud ripping sound filling the room as well as your choked sobs. the front of the shirt had ripped and you didn't know what was worse, Jungkook's slow friction of fingers on your clit or the disappointed tsk that came from Jimin's mouth as he examined the shirt.

 Or maybe the fact the firm rub of Jungkook's fingers made you realize that you really needed to pee.

The hard stare made you feel like he was moving under your skin, a smile hidden in his voice as he spoke. "look what you did" your bottom lip trembled as you open your mouth to apologize but comes out a sob when Jungkook moves your underwear to the side, letting his tattooed fingers run along your bare slit.

 Your legs give out as you try to escape his touch, pulling away and closer to Jimin but Jimin holds your shoulder back agasint Jungkook's chest as he moves the the knife from your neck down your shirt and piercing the soft material, ripping it right down the center while keeping his eyes locked with yours you couldn't help but shiver at the cold air and squeeze your eyes tight.

You sucked in a sob as you felt a finger trace around your entrance, pushing in just so slightly a few times before sinking all the way in. you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder, small whines leaving you.

Jimin chuckled at the sound of Jungkook's fingers fucking into you as he continued to rip the shirt all the way down the middle. you didn't dare move. 

"you like someone elses fingers in your pretty cunt baby, does it feel good" you couldn't think, your brain was fuzzy. " is it that good or are you really just a voiceless fuck doll"

You squirm at the words but still you couldnt make any coherant words.

"wanna get fucked right back into your place ?, it must be so tiring always having to fight me"

All you could feel was the way Jungkook was curling his fingers and the voice of the man worming its way inside of your head the shirt tears open completely now and with that Jimin steps back to sit in the couch chair behind him, Jungkook following his lead as his fingers slip out of you. the body heat from behind you was gone and so was the support as your shaky legs give out. Jimin laughs sweetly as you fall on bruised knees. his laugh and the ache in your abdomen made you cry harder. or maybe it was the fact you couldn't help but feel betrayed, its humiliating and you felt dirty.

 Jimins eyes scan your body, your so out of it but you looked so lovely. the way your tears fell made him throb. he wanted to see all of you.                      "Jungkook spread her legs "  he kneeled beside you to pull your legs apart. pulling your ankles down before using your knees to part your legs. you felt both their eyes on your body. and you tried to close your legs but Jungkook was a lot stronger, spreading them wider at your resistance. you shake your head, still trying to squirm away.

Jimin gave you once last look over before his boot pressed against your clothed clit and you immediately try to close your legs. faded words moans and protests falling from your lips as he rubbed the front of his shoe against you. Jungkook scoffed at the sight of your writhing body and the way your breathing would halt for a second as he rubbed the right spot.

"what a dirty slut, letting someone rub their filthy shoe against your desperate cunt, bet it feels good though doesn't it"

Your body went lax, loosing all fight as you felt something stir in your gut, the need to cum but also the urgent need to pee, all that water you were forced to drink. 

"i-i have to- i need to pee" you cant help the quit moans that start to leave your mouth. the hard friction on your clit overwhelming you

“no" 

Thast all you got, a stern no and your eyes shoot open to plead with Jimins dark eyes. Jimin makes eyecontact with Jungkook. a silent conversation as Jungkook grabs your hands above your head, the other hand comming down the vally of your breast, teeth nipping at your nipple before stopping at your bladder and applying pressure.

 You didn't miss the cruel smirk from Jimin as your body thrashes, back arching and legs snapping shut as you fight the urge to cum and pee all over yourself. you start sobbing again. incoherent words and pleads leaving your mouth, eyes shut to tight in concentration to hold back. the rocking back and forth of Jimins shoe was hard to ignore.

 Jungkook does it again, your body jolting each time. "you want to cum then you cum from my shoe and my shoe only" your words were slurred as you spoke. "pee, i-cant" they both chuckled at your regression of words and sentences. everything jimin wanted. he was breaking you as planned.

 "then do it"

And that's all you needed as you let go. back arched at the constant rub against you clit also sending you into a shattering orgasm. his shoes didn't let up as you continued to piss yourself, a deep shame in the colour red painting your cheeks and you hid your face in your restrained arms.

 When you were done he lifted his shoe from you and letting it back down to the floor. his expensive shoes soaked.

 "what a messy girl, cant cum or piss without my command" he lifted himself off the lounge chair and crouched down beside you. "made such a mess" 

He wiped the hair out of your face as well as your stray tears and drool. "now Jungkook is going to clean you all up ok", you felt the pull of underwear down your legs but at this point it was a ghost touch. you felt the cool air hit your soaked slit and shivered.

 You didn't fight it. you felt the parting of your legs "no, i dont-" before you could stop it you felt the brush of a tongue on your still sensitive clit and you reach to push his head away in sensitivity, not before Jimin was able to grab your hands and push them back over your head.

 "Jungkook is going to make you cum on his tongue and you are going to get my cock nice and wet because daddy is going to fuck your ass because you need to learn a lesson" you could only whimper as you watch him stand to his full length again, his eyes never leaving yours as he slips out of his blazer coat, leaving him in a white button up, 3 button already undone. his hands resting on his belt as he clicks it open sliding it through the pant loops and letting the belt slide to the floor your brought back to the situation when Jungkook bites your thigh to bring attention to himself.

You don't know how it happens. your mind is so fuzzy but you end up moving from the living room floor to the comfort of Jimin's bed, Jungkook's tongue back and relentless now companied with a couple of his fingers and Jimin's cock deep in your throat.

 "that's it, good girl". you hate the sound of the sobs and gags that come from your mouth as the tears and drool mix and drip from your face.

 "cant use your words?, just dumb for cock"

 He holds your head, your neck hanging off the bed at a uncomfortable angle, guiding himself down your throat, moaning at the constricted space in your throat as he forces himself further. 

"cant wait to fuck you open" he drives his words home with a hard thrust down your throat ,desperate sounds and gulps of air trying to make its way through your mouth.

 He doesn't let up and you cant breath. "if you still want to be a big girl then maybe ill invite over some more friends and they can try you out but they wont be as nice as me" 

The slide of his cock in your throat burned. the curl of the fingers inside of you had your back arching, to get away in disgust or out of pleasure your not sure but it only pushed you further, taking Jimin's cock all the way to the base and closer to insanity.

 You felt the slip, the long fall to your eventual demise as the hand on your head moved to your neck, pressing down to feel the slide of his own cock working down your throat. 

"Do you understand what I'm saying or do I have to dumb it down for you"

You felt fuzzy, the lack of oxygen, the mean words that really did make you feel so dumb and small, the way you were so close to reaching yet another orgasm. you tried you best to speak but nothing much came out except the obscene muffed squelch of the cock in your throat.

 Your struggle to speak let alone breath only brought out a chuckle from Jimin "what was that baby?, use your words. I don't really understand your babbling"

With that he slid out of your mouth, leaving you in a mess of spit, tears and your body trembling, fighting to breathe in air all while the fingers inside of you continued to curl. Jungkook trying in earnest to flick at your clit, messy face of drool and a filthy look in his eyes. he could do this all day. detaching his mouth to stand to his full height, fingers never leaving you as he fucked his fingers into you hard. leaving you breathless

Even with your mouth free you couldn't manage any words, only a silent scream, so close to falling into an orgasm . hands at your face trying to cover any dignity you had left. its clear they both found this amusing Jungkook used his free hand to push his hair out of his eyes. looking down as your body goes pliant to his fingers.

"try to relax sweetheart, you wont be moving for a while, after all you are just a pretty doll right" Jungkook trying to drive his words further picked up the pace of his now cramping wrist.

Jimin continued on, a vindictive tone bleeding into your ears " a pretty voiceless doll for us to use". you couldn't help the coil in your stomach. "wouldn't it be nice to just let go "

 yes

Jungkook takes his soaked fingers out and he flips you over to lay on your stomach. its all just so blurry.

 "remember, dolls don't talk" and with he presses one finger against the rim. you never been touched there. well you had never been touched anywhere before Jimin touched you. now a complete Stanger touching in such an embarrassing intimate place had you shiver.

You subconsciously tried to pull away from the intrusion as the uncomfortable feeling in your gut pulled at your mind but you couldn't do much when you felt pressure on your leg. Jimins knee digging painfully into your leg while Jungkook grabbed the other and spread you further apart. "i-i cant " you were hushed with another finger, your eyes squeezing shut at the slight pain.

 "good doll, taking it so well" 

You could feel their eyes burning into your skin as the fingers continue to sink into you. they were going to fuck every hole you had, filling you up so beautifully, fucking into you over and over, filling your holes over and over until overstimulation would wrack your body whole and leaving you a mess of your self.

 Your fingers weakly grip the pillow beside you, sinking your face in it as you felt the fingers slide out of you before the blunt end of a familiar cock was being pressed up against your ass. the soft yet firm hand running across the base of your spine eliciting goosebumps and a deep warmth in your tummy.

 "be a good doll and be still for me"

 You feel hands at your waist pulling you up but another hand is quick to push your head back into the pillow, only leaving your ass in the air. the slide of his cock was slow as he sunk into your pussy first. loving the way your walls cling so desperately in your stubborn defiance , he was going to break any fight left in you he thought as he completely bottoms out.

He blanketed you in this soft false comfort, completly stilled as he runs a soothing hand across your ass (still sore) before shattering that comfort by pulling back and fucking back into you hard. you couldnt help the involentary noise that fell from your mouth , legs begging to give out but you were still being held tightly by your waist.

you couldn't even get the words out or think before he did it again, fucking into you. the way he would fuck had  you gasping for air. Jimin continued to fuck you like this, Jungkook in your ear whispering switching from praise to humiliating words, making your gut twist.

"shhh, does that feel good , doing so well" to "you like being a dumb mindless cock sleeve" you couldn't reply even if you wanted to. Jungkook's fingers in your mouth and the words playing at your weak mind, Jimin fucking you open now at a mean pace and you just couldn't do it anymore.

 He felt the shift, god he felt the way your limbs gave up all fight, still he had to punish you liked he promised and Jungkook still needed his turn. he pulled out, a soft muffled whine from you.

 “ I think I made it very clear what happens when you don’t listen to me sweetheart,  what happened to all that attitude" you felt the slight push of him against the rim of your ass as if tempting you to fight back, you dont, instead your eyelids flutter shut as you feel the weight of your body sink into the mattress.

 “thats it baby, so good for me" he was going to fuck you dumb and when hes done with you he will pass you on to the man beside you, still fully clothed as Jimin had ordered him to be. he wasn't stupid afterall, you belonged to him only, every hole . Jungkook was just a tool for your punishment and he was willing to wait and listen for his say so.

keeping eye contact with Jungkook he pushed all the way inside your ass leaving you to sob quietly into the pillow at the new sensation and the pain. it took Jungkook all the willpower in his body not to touch himself or to just turn you over and fuck you into next week but he wasn't the one in charge here. he tipped his head back, the scene in front of him and Jimin's gaze being to much as his cock stirred.

 Jimin fucked at a unforgiving pace making you spew nothing but nonsense, words leaving his mouth but you couldn't quiet put them together "that's it just feel it" ""you love it don't you" "you love that you don't get to decide, don't need to decide, You don't decide, you just get to be my mindless doll”

It's was so simple and as you feel the pleasure you were fighting all this time you cant help but feel how easy it is to fall. so easy . your weak for his words, for his control, for the way he holds you down into the bed as he fucks you. You love it, Need it, Crave it be cause you never got to decide, You never decided, because you are his and he wil do to you as he wants.

 You felt his breath against your ear as he laughed at your fucked out expression. it really suited you. "so greedy letting me take your ass, need your other hole filled don't you"

You vaguely felt the shift of him turning you onto your back, back to were you started. your eyes glaze over as he picked back up on his pace, you felt the throb of him inside of you and you wanted to cum so badly yet nothing could make its way out of your mouth other then the hiccups of pleasure as your body thrust in time with his.

 "gonna let Jungkook fuck your ass too?, going to let him fill you up" with this you heard the small growl of another person beside you. he was breathless, watching your tear stained face fade in and out of a state of alertness. watching as your stomach tenses. Jungkook plays with your nipple and Jimin held you by the hips

“say thankyou doll” you could hardly keep up with the pleasure, voice bouncing as you thank whoever was touching you, that's all Jimin needed to cum. any sense of an orgasm leaving you as he pulls out of you, cum leaking down your ass. you wanted to cry. you wanted it. you wanted to cum. it was sick.

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Jimin wiped at his hair with a smirk, Jimin looked like sin, his own cum dripping down his thighs as he ran a towel over his sweaty hairline. Jungkook, fists clenched as his sides. he just wanted to sink into you. wanted to fuck you until you pass out. "get up" he was quick to his feet it was almost embarrassing, Jimin didn't think so, he was amused at how pained the boy looked, call him a sadist but he loved the control. loved the way the boy basically ripped at his buttoned shirt with little to no control.

 Jungkook was so hard it was painfull. he felt like a dog on a leash listening to commands and Jimin was about to release the leash. he gripped Jungkook with a dry hand, not pumping or moving his hand in any way. 

"remember Kookie, im in charge" with that he spat at the tip of Jungkook's cock , letting it drip down to the base as his hands worked the spit. the wet sound of a hand on his dick filling his ears as Jimin pumped him, thumb moving over the head.

Jungkook couldn't help the shiver but nodded in agreement. Jimin owed him this, it was his efforts to take care of your missing case to keep Jimin protected.

He looked over to your twitching body as Jimin guided him, lining him up at your entrance. "wake up baby, its not over yet" you felt the slap of Jungkooks cock against your clit before slowing sinking in.

 Jungkook couldnt help but curse at the warmth and the fact that Jimins cum was still leaking from your ass as he fucked into your cunt. he didn't want to wait, didn't want to savor the feeling he just wanted to fuck and he was feeling angry that he had been waiting for so long, and the smug look on Jimin's face the whole time he fucked you.

 He fucked you hard. leaving you screaming to which Jimin had to cover your mouth with his hand, you were so fucking loud but his ears were death to your pleas. he didn't care, wasn't his job to care, the only job he had was to break you. the night continued this way. you being fucked over and over again until you learned to be the perfect little doll. if this didn't work Jimin had other ways to break you, it was all a matter of time.

notes: hi so I'm very new to writing and this is the first thing i have written and so I'm nervous and don't think its very good but anyway please request things and let me know if this is ok?

[cyborg-franky]

What would the wbp do for aftercare for their spouses?

Ok so I don't remember alot of the older ones, we just watched marineford for the second time now but I will do my best to write more then Ace and Marco

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Whitebeard would help your family dig a grave

Marco - One of the best at after care, calms you down if he thinks there was something you didn't enjoy. - If it was a little rough he would run you a bath, hold you close, praise you. - Wrap you up in his wings if you needed that little bit of extra warmth. - Will play with your hair softly. - You can talk to him about anything, if there was something you didn't like he'll make note of it. - Kisses, lots of feather light kisses. - Playful teasing to make you smile and laugh.

Ace - After he panics if he did something wrong he'll cuddle you close, will ask if there is anything he did wrong, you need to aftercare him just as much as him with you. - Cuddles are a big thing with him, he'll spoon you and talk to you about things. If you facing him he'll kiss your forehead over and over. - Runs his fingers up and down your back, legs, sides. - Praise, so much praise and words of affirmation. - Might ask you if your okay over and over until you reassure him. - Gives you any left over snack thats around.

Thatch - Again he's one to panic after but he's still good to help. - Asks if your hungry, do you need a snack? he'll make you anything you like. - Makes dumb jokes to make you laugh. - Makes you a cup of coco, with so many toppings that you remind him that's too much sugar before bed. - Likes to hum or sing sea shanties to you as you fall asleep.

Izou - Master of aftercare to be honest. - Makes you a tea if you want one, and it's always so fancy. - Will draw you a lovely bath with oils, candles, bubbles, washes your hair. - Talks to you about worries, concerns. - Gives you a nice shoulder message. - Tells you stories as you fall asleep next to him. - Brushes your hair, braids it, combs, whatever, he just likes to sooth you and pamper you.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Quirks

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader with OCD

Thank you to the anon who requested this and consulted with me on OCD!

Disclaimer: It it not my intention to glorify or romanticize OCD with this story. I consulted with multiple people who have OCD to develop this character.

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“Are you ready for bed?” Peter asked as he climbed under the covers on his side. It was your first night in Peters apartment after moving in with him, and you had a nervous feeling in your tummy. There were things about yourself you had begun to notice, and you wondered how long it would take for Peter to notice as well.

“Almost.” You nodded as you knocked on the wall behind you four times. You climbed into bed beside Peter as if nothing happened, leaving Peter puzzled.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he watched your movements.

“If I don’t do this, I can’t sleep.” You said simply.

“Okay.” Peter laughed again, making you wince a little.

“I know it doesn’t actually help me sleep.” You admitted. “I just need to do it.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see all the other little quirks you’ve been hiding from me.” Peter smirked as he leaned over to kiss you.

“Yeah.” You laughed nervously. “Quirks.”

~

Peter woke up the next morning to the feeling of you playing with his hair, soft fingertips brushing it off his forehead.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You said through a yawn as you combed his hair off his face.

“Good morning to you too. Are you hungry?” Peter asked as he rubbed your shoulders.

“Um, what time is it?” You sleepily rubbed your eyes.

“111:23” He answered after checking his phone.

“I’m okay.” You decided, despite your stomach growling. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Peter noticed the growl. “I can make you something.”

“I’m sure. Sure, sure, sure.” You told him. “I’ll wait until lunch.”

Once the clock hit an even number, it was lunchtime. You walked into the kitchen at 2:24 feeling famished.

“God I’m hungry.” You patted your stomach. “Do you have anything to eat?”

“Let’s see.” Peter said as he opened his cabinet. “I have honey and boxed Mac and cheese.”

“Ooo. This a fancy restaurant.” You teased as you hugged him from behind.

“Shut up.” He laughed and turned around in your arms. “I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine. We’ll go tomorrow.” You told him before kissing him. You broke away from him and took out the macaroni while he got out a pot and filled it with water.

“Here you are my love.” Peter carried the heavy pot with ease and placed it on the stove.

“Thank you. How long does the box say to boil it for?” You asked as you turned the heat up on the stove.

“11-13 minutes.” Peter read off the back of the box.

“Okay.” You nodded as you set the timer to 12 minutes. “Okay, okay, okay.”

“So precise.” Peter joked, making your face flush.

“Yup.” You forced a laugh and kept your tone light. “I just like to be precise. I definitely don’t feel like I can’t eat the macaroni unless it cooks for exactly 12 minutes.”

“What was that?” Peter asked curiously when he didn’t understand what you said.

“Nothing.” You looked over your shoulder and smiled at him. “It’ll be ready soon.”

~

A month later, Peter walked into his bathroom to brush his teeth. You were already in there, leaning close to the mirror and pressing on all your teeth.

“What are you doing?” Peter chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I need you to check my teeth.” You turned around in his arms with a panicked expression.

“For food?” He asked and looked at your teeth. “They’re all good.”

“No, for any loose ones.” You told him and he let out a short laugh.

“Why would your teeth be loose?” He raised an eyebrow, thinking you were kidding.

“They’re not. I know they’re not.” You said, mostly to yourself. “Could you just confirm for me that they’re not?”

Peter found the request strange, but obliged and pressed on your teeth the way you had.

“All good.” He confirmed. “Nothing loose.”

You sighed in relief and turned around again, leaving Peter curious about the encounter. He shrugged it off and walked back into the bedroom, changing into his Spiderman suit while you finished up in the bathroom.

“You’re going out?” You asked from the doorway when you noticed Peter in his suit.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t be too long.” He promised. “I’ll be back before you’re asleep.”

“Will you be back before 12?” You asked as you tugged on your earlobe.

“Yeah, I will.” He told you as he placed his hands on your waist.

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” You smiled at Peter as you patted his cheek twice before kissing him. You did this every time Peter was about to leave on patrol. Before you were a couple, he’d text you before he would go out on patrol so you could flex your hand three times to ensure his safety. Now, it was two taps to the cheek and a kiss.

An hour into patrol, Peters phone rang and lit up with your contact. He answered it but before he could say hello, you started speaking.

“Peter are you okay?” You wheezed, sounding frantic.

“I’m fine, honey.” He quickly assured you. “Are you okay?”

“Yea.” You sounded more relaxed. “Are you sure you’re okay? Where are you?”

“I’m on a rooftop near the bakery.” He answered. “Did something happen?”

“No.” You sighed. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He confirmed. “I’ll be home soon.”

“Alright. I love you.” You said into the phone. “I love, love, love you.”

~

“Are you ready to watch the movie, honey?” Peter called from the living room. It was a few months now since you started living together and he had taken a night off from patrol to be with you.

“Almost. I’m just washing my hands.” You called back. A commercial playing in the background caught your attention and you shut the water off to listen.

“What did they say it treated?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder at the TV.

“BPH.” Pete answered, reading off the screen.

“Do I have that?” You wondered, making a Peter laugh. He looked back at you to see if you were kidding, but your face showed your we’re serious.

“BPH? No, lovey.” He shook his head. “That’s just for men. I think it’s when your prostate is enlarged. And in the words of Noah Puckerman, “chicks don’t have prostates”.”

“So I don’t have that?” You asked him again, as if you didn’t believe him.

“No. You don’t have that.” He answered, growing concerned.

“Okay.” You nodded and dried your hands. “Do you have that?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the strange question.

“Okay.” You said again. “Just making sure.”

“Okay.” Peter eyed you curiously as the opening credits started to play. “Oo, it’s starting.”

“I love this movie.” You mumbled as you nuzzled into Peters side.

“Me too.” Peter smiled as he pulled you closer. “I’ve seen it like 3 times already.”

“I’ve seen it 13 times.” You said after a beat of silence, making Peters eyes widen.

“Really?” He asked. “You must really like it.”

“I like rewatching the same movies.” You said sheepishly.

“Why?”

“I like knowing the ending and whats gonna happen next.” You told him, looking at him to see if he thought it was weird. His face didn’t show any signs of disdain, so you relaxed.

You watched the movie in comfortable silence as time went on, never leaving each other’s sides.

“What time is it?” You asked as the movie neared it’s end.

“11:47 babe.” Peter answered when he checked his phone.

“I have to go to bed.” You said suddenly, getting up off the couch.

“The movies almost over, lovey.” Peter chuckled in confusion as you left his side. “Just 30 more minutes.”

“I know.” You chewed your lip nervously and twisted your fingers. “I just have to go to bed. I can’t really explain it.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, still confused. “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You bent down to kiss him before trotting off to bed. “Night, night, night.”

Peter was beginning to pick up on certain things. You needed it be in bed by 12, you often called him randomly to ask if he was okay, and you stayed away from odd numbers. He didn’t know what to chalk it up to, but he didn’t want to pry if you didn’t want to talk about it.

~

Peter caught you putting your caught on one morning as he was coming into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Where are you sneaking off to so early?” He asked through a yawn as he lazily kissed your lips.

“I forgot I have a doctors appointments today.” You pouted. “It’s in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Do you need me to drive you?” He offered.

“You don’t have to drive, but could you come with me?” You asked and he nodded.

“Of course. Let’s go.” Peter grabbed his keys and walked with you to the car.

~

You walked into the lobby where Peter had waited for you with a strange look on his face. Peter immediately stood up and met you halfway, feeling concerned when he saw your expression. He could sense something was off with you but he wasn’t sure what.

“Hey baby.” He rubbed your arms in comfort. “How was the appointment?”

“Um, fine.” You nodded hesitantly. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Peter asked. “Did the doctor say anything?”

“No.” You lied. “Nothing important.”

“Thats good.” Peter agreed, not fully convinced you were okay.

“Hey, when’s the last time you had a check up?” You wondered as you walked towards the car.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” Peter shrugged. “Less than a year ago.”

“You should probably get checked out. You know, to make sure you’re okay.” You told him as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Sure. I can schedule an appointment soon.” Peter nodded, still looking at you in confusion.

“Do you feel okay? Do you feel sick or anything?” You put your hand on his forehead while keeping your eyes on the road.

“No.” You said quickly. “I’m okay.”

You continued driving in silence as Peter wondered what was bothering you. You were nervously chewing your lip as you checked your rear view mirror every few seconds.

“Oh my God.” You gasped and looked behind you. “I have to turn around.”

“Why?” Peter turned around as well. “What’s wrong?”

“I might have hit someone.” You gulped and changed lanes so you could turn around. Peters jaw dropped a little, knowing full well that you hadn’t hit anyone.

“Lovey, you didn’t hit anyone.” He said slowly. “We would’ve felt it.”

“I know I didn’t.” You said in defeat. “I just need to check to make sure.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded, sensing something was wrong. “We can turn around.”

You turned around and passed by the street where you though you hit something. Nothing was there, so you kept driving. Peter kept hai eyes on you, notching the worried look on your face as you continued to check the mirror.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“I have to do it again.” You sighed. “I have to turn around.”

“You didn’t hit anyone. You’re a good driver, baby.” He said quietly as he put his hand on your knee.

“I know I didn’t hit anyone. I know that but I just…” You sighed in frustration and put your blinker on. “I just have to. I’m sorry. I have to turn around.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed, not taking his eyes off you. You drove past the spot again and kept going, but your expression didn’t change.

“Do you want to turn around again?” Peter asked gently, and hit tears fell down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You sputtered. “I have to do it again. I know I didn’t hit anyone but-“

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “We can turn around as many times as you want.”

You gave him an appreciative look before turning around again. You calmed down as you passed the spot and continued driving in silence.

“I’m sorry.” You said after a minute. “I know it’s weird. I know I’m weird. I can’t help it though.”

“You don’t have to apologize. And I don’t think it’s weird. I just don’t understand.” Peter spoke softly as he rubbed your knee. You looked at him quickly and chew your lip as you toyed with something in your mind.

“Peter, I have OCD.” You said weakly as you snuck glances at him. Peter’s eyebrows raised in surprise before settling back down into a look of confusion.

“Oh. You do?”

“That’s what the doctor just said.” You continued. “He said there are medications to treat it. I don’t know if I should take it. But I think I need some help.”

“I’m proud of you for telling me you need help.” Peter squeezed your knee. “I had no idea you had OCD. You don’t clean things all the time or like, straighten your pencils or anything.”

“That’s not - no.” You shook your head. “It’s not really like that. It can be for some people, but that’s not what mine is like. OCD is not always cleaning based. Mine is mostly instructive thoughts or repetitive behavior.”

“Oh.” Peter thought back on all your repetitive phrases and movements. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” You sighed and looked at him out of the corner of you eye to see his reaction.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He asked, much to your surprise.

“Could you just text me? I worry about you. Like, a lot.” You admitted. “I worry about if you’re okay or not all the time. Every time you go out on patrol, I put on this one movie. I feel like if I’m not watching the movie, you’re gonna die. I can’t explain it. I know you won’t die, but I can’t shake the feeling that you will. I just always worry about you.”

“I think I can help that.” Peter offered. “I can text you every half hour and make sure you know I’m safe.”

“Are you sure?” You asked as you pulled into your driveway. “That’s a lot to ask.”

“It’s okay.” Peter assured you. “Whatever I can do to make this easier, I’ll do it.”

You smiled fondly at Peter before leaning over the gear shift and kissing him, patting his cheek twice before pulling away.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “Thats exactly what I needed to hear.”

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[scummy-writes]

A Helping Hand

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1753

Pairing: Arthur/Mc

Tags: Fingerfucking, Vagina Fingering, Flirting

Full fic under the cut!

Preview:

Admittedly, it took you a moment to take in what he meant, and his chuckle at how quickly you blushed only further flustered you as the heated puffs against the shell of your ear sent a jolt of arousal through you.

“My, someone is thinking dirty thoughts.”

“That’s not- you started it!”

“I don’t mind finishing it,” his tone dipped lower, his hand tracing your side until the pads of his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your skirt, "if you'll let me."

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Cleaning the study usually didn’t bring forth any issues. The residents often left you alone as they preoccupied themselves, neither of you paying much attention to the other. Usually the only one to give you any sort of trouble was the resident flirt, Arthur, who took any chance he could to make heat rise to your cheeks.

You knew it was a game of some sorts- how could it not be? Since the night you arrived, the two of you had been dancing around the flirting teases you were both guilty of. Foolishly, you wanted to defend yourself when it was brought up, making flimsy excuses to yourself that it was just playful banter that Arthur had started. But as the weeks turned into months, it was harder to dismiss the other ways he managed to make you blush. Or the way you found yourself jealous of the women he played with so often, or the way managing to make him smile outside of flirting made your stomach flutter…

But today, as Arthur toyed with your hair and almost closed the space between your bodies, you couldn’t dismiss the fluttering feeling as your heartbeat drummed in your ears.

“Arthur…”

“Are you using a new perfume? Why, it smells just like the one I suggested to you the other day.”

You blushed, feeling the back of the couch press against you as you attempted to step back, “i-is it? I didn’t realize…”

“Come now, you don’t have to pretend, you know? In fact, I’d be pleased to know you bought it because of me- my only complaint is that I wished you’d let me buy it.”

“I don’t need any pointless gifts, though.”

“Would a thank you gift for all your hard work be pointless?” Arthur let your hair drop from his nimble fingers, instead tipping your chin up to meet his gaze. An attempt to make you answer, or fluster you further… You weren’t sure which was the real reason.

“Well, at the time you didn’t say it was for a reason like that!”

“I’m aware. In fact I remember it quite clearly. You looked positively radiant that day and I saw it fit to-”

Embarrassed, you pulled his hand away so you could look away from that smug grin of his; but he wasn’t deterred, instead he continued, “I saw it fit to attempt spoiling our lovely housekeeper on her first day out of the dusty old mansion for the first time in weeks.”

“I go out more than that,” you huffed.

“Grocery shopping and chasing after us for forgetting a brolly doesn’t count, luv.”

You crossed your arms, thankful it gave a bit of space between the two of you, as the smell of his cologne was beginning to make you lose your reason.

“Still…”

“You are so delightfully stubborn,” he murmured before perking up again, “there’s always other ways I could show my appreciation though- ways that don’t involve money.”

Admittedly, it took you a moment to take in what he meant, and his chuckle at how quickly you blushed only further flustered you as the heated puffs against the shell of your ear sent a jolt of arousal through you.

“My, someone is thinking dirty thoughts.”

“That’s not- you started it!”

“I don’t mind finishing it,” his tone dipped lower, his hand tracing your side until the pads of his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your skirt, "if you'll let me."

Suppressing any further noise was difficult, as a quiet and aroused gasp tumbled out of your lips before you rushed to cover your mouth. Because it wasn't as if you didn't want to feel Arthur like this, it was just the embarrassment of being so needy with such a flirt felt as though it'd eat you alive before any vampire could. But Arthur caught the slip of pleasure, testing a brief kiss to your cheek.

"Mm, I do so love those sounds of yours," his hand rucked up your skirt, fingers dancing along your inner thigh, "say, let's draw out more, shall we?"

Arthur had you pinned to the back of the couch, but he still didn't push further once you cautiously grasped at his clothes- one hand still grazed your sensitive skin, while the other rested on the couch. The pause let you gather your thoughts, let you think a bit more clearly, yet the first words out of your mouth quickly gave yourself the answer you sought.

"W-what if someone else comes in?"

Arthur didn't miss a beat, pulling back to give you a smirk, "I do spend a fair amount of time in here, dove, I'm certain no one will stumble upon us-"

"B-but-"

"But if they do, you can blame me for anything that comes from it. Besides, I don’t intend to go too far."

You blushed, grip on his vest tightening.

"Then… what do you intend?"

That drew out another low laugh, his head ducking to press slow kisses along your jawline, "to let my favorite bird have a moment to relax, after all your hard work about the place."

"Th-thats it?"

"I'm always willing to provide more if you'd like?"

Mouth opening and closing for a moment, you finally spoke once your thoughts returned, "T-this is fine, f-for now."

Arthur waggled his eyebrows, "for now?"

You turned your head aside, embarrassment overtaking you. But he gently kissed your cheek, sliding the hand between your thighs up.

"I'm just teasing, luv. Now, let yourself relax, and tell me if you want me to stop."

"A-alright…"

With your permission shakily given, your shame ebbed away as he began to trail kisses along your neck, as if each brush of his lips against your skin was a reassurance. At the same time, Arthur stroked your slit through your underwear, letting out a small groan when he found the fabric damp. Your hands instinctively tugged him closer by his vest, resisting the urge to clamp your knees shut. This time he didn't tease you with that silver tongue of his, but you could feel his smile on each kiss.

You weren't sure what exactly he was getting out of this, but you tried to dispel those thoughts. Instead your face buried against his shoulder as his fingers dipped into your panties, quickly sliding over your clit and giving a few gentle swirls.

"My~, look at how wet you are…"

"H-hush…" The scold came out weakly, a groan shuddering out when his fingers began to stroke your sensitive nub in earnest.

He didn’t seem deterred by your retort, instead shifting to tease your entrance briefly before slipping his fingers inside. Eyes fluttering shut, you let this pleasure slowly build up in your abdomen, mentally thanking whatever Gods were out there for giving you the courage to accept Arthur’s offer.

“That’s it… Just like that,” his knee slotted between yours, a shiver running through him when your thigh brushed against his crotch. Momentarily, you could feel just how much this was working him up, but Arthur pushed your focus elsewhere again, nipping at your ear as he continued, “let me hear all of those little gasps, hm?”

The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit as he pumped his middle and ring fingers inside, focusing on the right spot that made you tremble and tighten your grip on his clothes. And thankfully, much of Arthur’s teases didn’t go too far. He just murmured soft praises and encouragements, many of which drowned themselves out as you kept trying to keep ahold of yourself for as long as possible.

It was… Embarrassing, to a certain extent- to get this close to the edge so quickly. But really, how long had it been for you since someone else had pleasured you?

Somewhere along the process you managed to nuzzle into his neck; hiding both your blush and muffling the few louder cries that spilled out as he thrusted harder. In this unplanned position, it was easy to feel the rumble of his chuckle through his chest. You just wished it didn’t send another wave of excitement through you.

“A-Arthur-!” You twisted your fingers in the fabric of his clothes, your body betraying you and rocking against his hand impatiently. In response, he carefully forced you to look up at him, and in the deep blue of his eyes you could see how easily your face betrayed your emotions. His lips quirked into a small smile, then he ran his thumb over your chin.

“I know a much better way of doing that,” Arthur spoke softly against your lips before taking them in his own, luxuriating on your taste once your tongues met. He kept the kisses slow in contrast to how hard his fingers were working your sweet spots, and you felt your legs tremble against your will as the wash of your orgasm overcame your senses.

Arthur quickly used his free hand to keep your head in place, greedily stealing any kisses he could as you gasped between them, still pumping inside of you until your eyes watered. It wasn’t until you blinked a few tears that he finally slowed his hand, kissing the stray salty droplets away. When you struggled as he stepped back to pull his hand out from under your skirts, he eased you to rest fully against him as you caught your breath.

There was some shuffling as Arthur brought out his handkerchief to wipe his hand clean, pouting a little when you denied his offer to help tidy you up, but otherwise he let you linger as much as you wanted. He combed his fingers through your hair as he waited, breaking the silence only after it was clear you were calm.

“While I’m confident not many come into the study, I’m sure if Sebas starts to notice your absence, he might start to search…”

Ah.. Feeling a little dejected, you pulled away. Catching sight of Arthur’s sympathetic gaze earned you a quick peck to the cheek.

“I did rather enjoy myself,” he admitted, helping you resituate your clothes, “I hope you did as well, dove.”

You smiled, indeed feeling a bit bolder knowing that his flirting wasn’t for nothing, “I did… And perhaps it’s giving me a few ideas for a return ‘thank you’ gift as well…”

"Then next time I wouldn't mind slipping under there myself," he gave your skirts a gentle tug, grinning when your cheeks bloomed red and you swatted his shoulder, "have a care, luv! Only if you'd let me!"

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Arthur may say this is just for her, but I think we all know he's going to remember this fondly on lonely nights.

This has been in my drafts for some time now... I finally sat down today and just powered through and finished it... Second old draft I've done within a month! I hope I can keep this streak going... Thank you all for always being so patient with me qq

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