"I'm in my slut era"

I whisper as I decide to go to an guy's house I first met yesterday, at 6pm on a work day

late afternoon - woosan

(poly: san and wooyoung x fem reader)

masterlist

Warnings: fluff, kissing, soft make out, poly relationship, playful spanking

word count: 736

You where currently in the kitchen making dinner for you and your boyfriends. San came up from behind giving you a back hug, he started to leave soft kisses down you neck. You yelped in shock as he playfully smack your ass. As you guys where giggling Wooyoung walked into the kitchen rolling his eyes at san clingy-ness “I’m hungry” Wooyoung pouted as he whined. “Its ready can you guys set the table please” “sure” san responded as he kisses your cheek once more before running off to the cabinet of your apartment to grab plates for the table. The boys set the table and sat down as you served them their favourite home made lasagna you always made for them. 

Having two boyfriend was different from the normal, some people judged but your family’s and friends fully support your love for one another. The three of you love spending time with each other and would always be by each other side.

You guys ate and cleaned up the kitchen, after eating you all headed to the bathroom to take a shower together. You walked into the bathroom with three towels and matching pyjamas for all of you. But came to a halt as you saw Wooyoung and san kissing naked, groping on to each others skin like hungry wolfs “I feel left out” you joked with the biggest pout on your lips. 

they jumped in shock of your sudden presence and turned the other way to hide their shy smiles, you giggled and all hoped into the shower washing each other. Once all three of you where washed up, you all got dressed in your matching pyjamas. Wooyoung lifted you onto the counter, to apply there face cream on their cute faces, san and woo loved to be babied by you and where always cuddling on your chest asking you to play with there fluffy hair. You kissed both there lips before hopping of the counter jumping on the bed like a little kid. They both came on either side of the bed sandwiching you in between them. You all cuddled in silence as they caressed you waist and thighs

These where the moments you loved in your relationship cuddled up in your matching pyjamas. “I love you guys so much I don’t know what I would do without the both of you” “aw baby we love you to” Wooyoung responded in aw kissing your temple “your such a good girlfriend always so considerate of our feelings” san said “not to mention the sex” Woo-young added smirking, you and san giggled lightly hitting his shoulder at his comment. But you couldn’t deny the both men made you feel like you were in heaven. You snuggled up closer onto SAN’s chest as Wooyoung was cuddled into your neck from behind. The three of you continued to talk about how your days went and your troubles and stress, eventually turning the lights off heading to dream land after everybody got their kisses

—

Next morning san woke up first and sat in the couch Turing in the TV on for backup noise as he went through his phone, you and Wooyoung unconsiously cuddled up last night leaving him to cuddle noting but his stuffys. You then woke up and laid in bed for a bit before going in the living area. “Hi beautiful” you smiled “hi sannie pie” you giggled at the name you called him. San always thought the names you gave him where so cute especially when you just wake up with your messy hair and puffy face. You laid on top of san starring into space. 

San rubbed you back slowly soothing you as you just woke up and where still half asleep, You two laid there for a good hour before Wooyoung got out of bed. “CUDDLES” Wooyoung whined from across the room as he walked out. Wooyoung was always the one in the relationship that was most babied needing the affection and love.

You got up and went to him hugging his neck as he stuffed his face into your neck. Wooyoung hugged you tight putting his weight onto you “cuddles” woo pouted with the cutest face. San spread his legs open as you laid your back against his chest and woo laid in-between your leg, head resting on your thigh. 

for the rest of the day you cuddled and decided to go on a late night drive to get Mc Donalds and sit by the river watching the waves crashed into the rocks.

The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: heey, so here is another juicy chapter, not much to add to it, though, just hope you enjoy >.<

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord Part III - The Hunt Part IV - Soft Torture

Part V - Cry baby

You didn’t remember how you got in that situation in the first place. Of course, Lycans were a normal treat for the Village people, but somehow, they respected the villagers, at least, most of the time. You, on the other hand, wasn’t born among those people. No, your essence was different, you were, in some ways, an outsider and because of that, the cabin people had their shares of nightmares with Lycans attacking their loved ones.

This time, it was about yourself. You heard the roars and your blood went cold. Actually, this sound was a more bestial than the usual, drier than the throaty ones Lycans usually make when calling the others. You were afraid it was a Vârcolac. You didn’t see it, but ran from the source anyway. Maybe you did a mistake, because instead of running to the Village, you took the path to the forest, to the abandoned cabins where you thought you could be safe.

You were hidden in the wreck of your old home. As suddenly as you got there, you knew you were doomed. The Vârcolac was nearby, you could hear its steps breaking through dead branches with a strength you tried not to imagine. You were cold sweating now, it arrived at the cabins and was sniffing around, searching for your smell. You were certain you smelled like fear.

For a moment there, it all went dead silent. Nothing moved, no noise was heard. But you knew it couldn’t have simply disappeared, the Vârcolac was more cunning than you expected. Then, out of nowhere, its huge, dark haired beast head was framed by the remnants of a window above you. The chimera opened its wide mouth, showing its sharp teeth and a terrible, profound roar resonated in your mind, your eyes hypnotised by the view of death coming.

You woke up panting, still feeling the hot breeze of its breath on your cheekbones. You didn’t notice where you were at first, too scared to even understand it was all a bad dream. Heisenberg, who had been sleepy by your side, watching you sleep, promptly sat up with your reaction, wrapping a protective arm around your belly.

“You okay there, sweety?” He asked, making you calmer as soon as you perceived his husky morning voice.

“I had a nightmare.” You confided, burying your face on his collarbone, using his scent to help your nerves.

“Wanna talk about it?” Karl wrapped you in his strong arms, pulling you to his lap as you instinctively hugged him.

“It was stupid, nothing special.” You tried to mask the real terror that consumed you minutes ago.

“Nah.” He clicked his tongue. “Nothing you say is stupid, buttercup.” For that, you smiled, resting on his intense grip.

“I was being hunted by a Vârcolac.” You finally confessed, feeling a bit ashamed of it, imagining that that man wouldn’t understand such human fear.

“Oh, Y/N, no need to be afraid, buttercup.” He smiled back at you; his adorable expression framed by messy grizzled hair locks. “Those damn things are far, you are safe. And I will never let them get any close to you, anyway.” He shrugged as if it was nothing for him to deal with.

Being held and told these words made you significantly less worried. Every obstacle for you seemed easier to Karl and he promised to take care of you. Of course, you wanted to be able to defend yourself and you could do that reasonably well, but with that sort of thing was a lot different. They were mutated beings and you were… Well, only human. In that manner, you felt safe with him, like that, resting in his arms, almost forgetting what had just upset you.

“Thank you, Karl.” You told his neck, pressing gentle kisses on his sweet spots surrounding his Adam’s apple, making him bit the interior of his cheek.

“No problem, kitten.” Heisenberg said, holding your chin with his free hand, making you rise your eyes and gaze at his bicoloured irises.

He leaned towards your lips, taking them in his, kissing you ever so passionately, you could melt in his warmth. You couldn’t get enough of his kisses. Feeling the scar on his bottom lip usually made you shiver, a sweet sensation flooding your entire form. He held you tighter, as if you would slip away at any moment. The man still incapable of believing you choose to stay there, with him, not once finding it a bad experience, as most people would by living in that factory.

You two have spent a lot of time together ever since the incident with the Soldat. At first, he was worried for you walking alone in the downer part of the building. He would check on you frequently when you were reading, listening to his records or even improving your bow, which he found fascinating. You would fetch him at his new office every now and then, maybe teasing him a bit to relax when he was working restlessly – not that you gave him enough time to rest with your recently discovered appetite for him.

He wasn’t too vocal with his feelings, but he made his best on complimenting you every chance he had. You were sure that spending most of his time alone made him a little awkward for that sort of intimate contact, but oh, he has been craving it so much since you set your foot on his factory. He tried to hide it, tell himself it would pass, however as the days went by, it only grew, making his chest rumble with his accelerated heartbeat every glimpse he had of your form.

Now he wouldn’t resist the temptation of falling asleep by your side as you cuddled him, tracing the lines of his scars so softly he would forget about the situations in which he gained them. You made everything cosier, even the daily choirs, the stressful works, if you were by his side, he would feel at ease.

He broke the kiss with a low groan. His eyes now had a starving sparkle enlivening them. Every since your first time with him, you were getting better and better on noticing the signs on his face when he wanted to have you, actually, when he neededto have you. And this time, the man was hungry, his heart desperately claiming your touch, his skin growing more sensitive the more time you spent on his lap.

“Damn, Y/N.” He whispered, bared teeth. “I swear you have some sort of power over me.” Karl proceeded to roughly kiss your jaw line, not certain if he wanted to press his lips on your skin or nip it. He did both.

“Oh, meine Hexe.” He chanted as he laid your back on the bed, you took the opportunity to envelop his hips with your legs, pressing his hardness against your pubic bone. “Meine frech Hexe.” Karl corrected himself, maliciously smirking at your action.

“Karl…” You moaned to his hoarse tone, aroused by his accent.

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked in a teasing way.

“I-I want you.” You cried for him.

“Already, sweetheart?” Karl giggled at your eager countenance, to that you could only nod, biting your bottom lip as he pressed his clothed hard cock against your bud through the thin fabric of your pantie. “What a thirsty whore you are.” He tormented you some more.

As Heisenberg pressed himself against you, doing nothing but rubbing both of your needy arousals for a moment, your hands found his forearms, digging your nails in his skin. He groaned, pinning your arms on the sheets, encaging you underneath him.

“Nah, nah, doll.” He denied you, clicking his tongue. “I like seeing you so desperate for my cock.” Karl leaned only to bite your bottom lip, almost until it bled.

“K-Karl, please.” You begged, moving your hips on his rod on, causing him to moan a bit.

“Argh, kitten, I need to taste you.” He stated, nothing else going on in his head but your flavours.

Karl made you take off his green shirt you’ve been wearing and left a trail of kisses down your abdomen, groping your breasts, pinching your hard nipples with his teeth and later pressing them in between his thumb and index finger. You whined with the contact, feeling a pleasant pinch of pain.

“Kitten, you are perfect.” He let out between his nips, going down on you.

His hands rested on you belly, securing you laying, helpless. He reached your waist line. Karl didn’t hesitate on tugging off your panties, irritated it was hiding the treasure from him. The man almost salivated at the sight of your juicy thighs, soaked due to his touches. Not being able to stop himself, his tongue ran along your clit, making you cry out.

It was only one lick, though, just enough for him to taste your sweetness, an appetizer. Heisenberg smirked at your sulky face, being denied of his tongue. He was interested on your thighs, squeezing them, licking the length until he got so close to your labia, but never really licking it, so you would moan desperately.

The man was going savage with your reactions. Drinking in every sound you let out, cute, tempting whines. He considered teasing you eternally just so he could keep listening, but your cunt was calling for him. He sucked onto your inner thigh, marking you as his. This was somewhat sore, but the warming sensation compensated it, leaving only pleasure to flood your brain.

“Look at the mess you making, kitten.” He commented, laughing at your state.

“All this teasing is gonna make me drown, Karl.” You managed to say in between moans.

“We will see about that.” Heisenberg defied.

As much as he would love to keep working on your thighs, Heisenberg was convinced a good girl like you deserved more attention on other areas. That was when you finally felt his warm, soft tongue on your clit. He wasn’t much gentle, oh no, Karl was starving, feeling his pre-cum slobbering his pants, but he already knew your sweet spots so well, being an eager student when it came to your body.

He was kissing and sucking onto your bottom, having you performing an opera of groans, his tongue making you spasm under the strength of his hands. He didn’t resist anymore, accompanying you with muffled moans, delighting himself on your slickness as he slipped down, on your entrance, licking all your juice.

“That is my good girl.” He called you, getting away from you pussy as he presented two fingers to you, resting them on your bottom lip, separating it from the upper one. “Suck ‘em, kitten.” Karl demanded and you obeyed with lusty eyes.

The sensation of your mouth around his fingers made his cock painfully throb, letting out a moan from him. He wasn’t done playing with you, though. Heisenberg led his fingers inside your cosiness, holding his breath as your walls clutched them, imagining how your pussy would perfectly accept his cock.

You were so wet, he couldn’t believe you got like that all because of him, but he loved it. Karl moved his fingers inside you, they formed a slight hook, reaching your G spot easily, making you cry out. It was starting to feel too much. Then he added his tongue. The stimulation on your clit plus the penetration was getting you closer. He knew it, feeling you squeeze his digits.

“C’mon, girl, come on my fingers.” He animalistic whispered.

You couldn’t hold on any longer, feeling too sensitive around his fingers, willing to come. Your orgasm had you spasming, your body reacting to what he had done to you, giving him a delightful spectacle. He only released you when he was certain you came all the way.

“Open up.” His slobbery fingers pressing against your lips again. You tasted yourself on him like that.

“I want you inside me, Karl.” You said as soon as you could.

“And you will have it, kitten.” He promised, his hands now working on getting rid of his pants.

It was an entrancing sensation to be free at last, his neglected cock feeling the chilly air, in despair to be inside your wet comfort warmness. He rubbed his tip on your clit, enjoying himself on your sounds and humidity. Feeling you like that was testing his limits.

Anytime away from your tightness was too much. Karl grunted with the friction, stopping abruptly. He looked you deep in the eye, the sweetest and hungriest of the looks, his needs for you almost overflowing there. Then he buried himself inside you, all his length easily accepted by you lubricated cunt, making the man groan. He never got tired of your insides, his now favourite place to be.

You took his dick so well, no matter how much it seemed to you, it fit perfectly. He just stayed there for a minute, enjoying the sensation of your walls clutching his cock, which was throbbing with any small friction provoked by minor movements of your hips. Heisenberg was driving you insane, filling you with every inch, so deep inside you.

Karl couldn’t help himself anymore. His teeth met your shoulder, biting hard, at the same time as he started rocking his hips, hitting your pleasure spots like he knew them by heart – and at that point he indeed knew. All you could do was groan with his thrusts, pinching his back with your nails, forcing him to be close, not a centimetre between you too.

His pace was getting feral, his cock coming in and just half out, never willing to let you go at all. You felt just too pleasant, flooding his mind with the sensation of your pussy embracing his length. You were a beautiful mess at that point, helpless with all he had you feeling. One specific angle made you more slick, leading Heisenberg to wail, his beard scrubbing your chest.

“F-fuck, kitten.” He cursed you. “Your pussy takes me so well.” He said, gripping your waist, making you feel him even deeper.

“Karl, you’re too deep.” You cried out.

“Oh, but you can take it, right, kitten? You love it, don’t you?” Karl had you rolling your eyes in delight.

“Y-yes.” You answered, feeling closer to your high.

He felt that, leading his thumb to rub your bud, not as fast as his thrusts, but enough to make you lose your mind, not sure how you could feel so good, but this man had you entirely given on his hands.

“Come to me, kitten, I wanna feel your cunt tightening me.” His wish was an order and so you came with his words, melting in his grip, your belly spasming, to which he smiled with satisfaction.

With you pressing him this much, so juicy, he was feeling himself coming near to his end. Heisenberg let your clit go, both his hands grasping your hips, burying himself in you, shoving his dick in. It hit you multiple times, directly on a special spot, making you shiver. He felt it against his cock as you swung for him.

He had to bit his bottom lip, sounds escaping his mouth anyway. Karl was almost there, you noticed, licking his exposed scarred chest to which he moaned even more.

“Give me it all, Karl.” You begged. “I need your cum inside me, p-please.” You asked, hit by another of his savage thrusts.

It was enough for him, Heisenberg let go, releasing himself inside you, filling you entirely with his delicious cum. You felt the warmth flooding your insides while you ran your nails on his sides. He rested his body on yours, not even thinking of getting out of your embrace.

“That was… Savage, buttercup.” He confided as you started playing with his sweaty hair, his head resting on your chest.

“I could say the same about you.” You giggled, his head moving so your eyes could meet.

“It is your fault you are so delicious.” He played back.

“Well, I can see why your house symbol is a horse.” You shrugged, making him laugh hard.

You two stayed on bed for a while, relaxing after the exercise. Your nightmare’s reactions long gone after the treatment Heisenberg gave you. You almost fell asleep with the man in your arms, only not doing so when he called you to the shower where he proved one more time he really couldn’t get enough of you.

Nightmare (1)

Warnings: Angst/Fluff/Smut.

Suggestiveness, making out, eventual smut.

fake dating!au, college!au, roommates!au, best-friends to lovers!au.

(There are 13 parts to this fic, and they're all linked in my masterlist.)

You’d known Lee Minho since the two of you were in kindergarten.

The story of how you met involves macaroni necklaces, messy finger paint and the teacher scolding you for getting Minho covered in glue and sequins...something which Minho took the blame for almost immediately.

Ever since then, you’d known Minho would always be there for you, the light in your life when everything else felt wrong or unsafe. He was there for you when you fell sick, sitting by your bed and reading you Harry Potter fanfiction. He was there for you when you had your first kiss with a guy named Matt who told the whole school you were a tramp...and he was there for you when your first boyfriend of eight months dumped you for a blonde with daddy issues.

He was the one constant in your life. The one thing you knew would never change, the one person you knew you could trust with your life.

Which is why right now, you almost wanted to throw up. Cause there he was, pressing a redhead against the wall, the two of them heavily making out. His hands were on her ass, hers were slung around his neck. The sounds of the partying college students around you became nothing more than a buzzing sound in your ear, as you tried to blink the tears back. So...this was why he had texted you to say he couldn’t make it for Movie Night.

It wasn’t quite the fact that your best friend was currently sticking his tongue down some random girl’s throat....no. It’s the fact that he’d blown you off to attend this sleazy frat party. Perhaps the Minho you thought you knew was just a figment of your imagination. Maybe this was what he had been all along.

You turn around, pushing through the crowd as you search for the exit. If you had to stay there for one more second, you would probably puke.

As you finally managed to get to your bicycle and get back to the apartment you shared with him, you sighed.

Minho had always had a lot of things in common with you. It was why your friendship worked so well. All throughout high school, he’d been the perfect best friend. The two of you were in your own little impenetrable bubble, spending time with only each other. Afternoons consisted of dance parties, sing-offs and Disney movies. Halfway through high school though, you started noticing the slight changes in his behavior. How he actually seemed to enjoy the girls ogling him when he was dancing in the practice room, even though he wouldn’t admit it. How he started attending parties, and how he liked being the center of attention. Afternoons now consisted of booze and getting ready for parties, where there would be more booze.

And that’s when you realized that you and Lee Minho had one fundamental difference, and that was his confidence.

He was so self-assured, unfazed by opinions. You on the other hand, succumbed to criticism a lot more easily.

Of course people started talking about you too when Minho got popular.

“Who’s that girl he hangs out with all the time? I don’t think I even know her name.”

“Do you think they’re dating?”

“Hah! He’s way out of her league. They’re childhood friends or some shit. But you girls don’t need to worry, she isn’t a threat or anything.”

“Yeah. He would never go for someone so...mundane.”

There was the word. Mundane. That’s what people thought you were. The truth is, you had a lot to offer...a lot to show the world. However, living in Minho’s shadow made that difficult.

And now, as you cycled along, the image of him making out with that girl played over and over in your head. When did it all go wrong? When did Minho turn from your loyal best friend to a popular fuckboy who only hung out with you for old times’ sake?

When college rolled around, you two decided to get an apartment together, since all the dorms were full and there was no one else you trusted enough to live with. And for a while, things felt like old times. Living with Minho...sharing a home? It all felt right somehow. And that...that’s probably when you realized you were in love with him.

In between all the partying and fucking that Minho did, he would spend time with you. You’d watch movies together, bake, he’d dance and you’d watch, you’d play guitar and he would listen intently, his eyes closed...unaware that every song you wrote was meant for him.

•••

You’d been living with him for 2 years now. Approximately 730 days of knowing you were in love with your best friend, while being painfully aware of your unreciprocated feelings at the same time.

Could anyone blame you? Yes, he was handsome. The hordes of girls following him around proved that to be accurate. Yet none of them knew about his little quirks and habits- like the way he stayed up till 3 AM...meaning you had to kick him awake every morning. His habit of excessive blinking, his weird laugh and unhealthy obsession with anything feline...all of them did nothing but make you fall for him deeper.

You put your bike in the shed, making your way to the apartment.

You knew he was a little bit of a player ever since he hit puberty, but you’d never actually seen him with another girl. None of his sexual escapades took place in the apartment you shared with him. This place was yours and Minho’s only- no one else was allowed to encroach the space.

You unlocked the door, greeted with a sad, empty apartment. You removed your jacket, throwing it on the sofa and making your way to your room.

You wanted to take a shower, feeling filthy after all the things you’d witnessed at the party. So you stripped, and stepped under the scalding hot water...washing away the sweat and tears...and wishing you could wash away your feelings.

Once you were done, you went through your drawers to find an oversized shirt, only to see a big, black spider make an appearance.

The scream you let out was embarrassingly shrill, and you were glad no one was around to hear it. Minho was the one who usually took care of bugs, but he was, unfortunately, elsewhere.

You gathered the shirt, your underwear and your puppy plushie Gyu before quickly running out of your door and locking it. You leaned against the wall and tried to regain your breathing.

The only choice you had right now was to sleep on the sofa...but then you remembered how Minho’s room was currently unused.

Fuck it. By the looks of the way he was groping the girl back at the party, he was most definitely not coming back tonight.

You opened Minho’s bedroom door carefully, surprised at how clean it was. You lowered yourself onto his bed and wrapped yourself in the blankets, hugging Gyu close to you, imagining for a minute that it was your annoyingly charismatic best friend...and slapping yourself for that immediately.

Sleep overtook you quickly, your dreams plagued with him.

•••

Meanwhile...a certain Lee Minho happened to recall his appointment with his best friend just as the redhead kneeling in front of him was about to unzip his jeans.

He stepped back just as she leaned forward, frowning.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She asked, eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, but I just remembered I have this other thing I really have to be at...uh, what’s your name again?”

“It’s Rina, asshole! And fuck you.”

Minho smirked, before opening the door and leaving. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

Yes, he was aware that this was a total asshole move, but at the same time he knew how disappointed and hurt you would be if he left you hanging...and that’s something he didn’t want to deal with.

And that’s how he ended up back home, sighing as he found the front door unlocked. One of these days, your carelessness would probably be the reason for an untimely death.

He pushed open the door and locked it behind him, surprised to find the living room dark and empty. The sofa was illuminated by the faint moonlight streaming in through the window, a lone jacket resting on top of it. He groaned as he noted the stack of DVDs and untouched snacks laid across the coffee table.

Carefully he made his way to your room and knocked on it. As seconds of silence stretched by, he pushed the door open slowly, only to find it as empty as the living room. Weird. Were you not home?

Confused, Minho shrugged and turned around to go to his room. Maybe you’d gone out for an evening walk or something, and would be back soon.

Of course, when he opened his bedroom door, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. Cause there you were, cuddled up in his blankets with your plushie, softly snoring. He wrinkled his nose.

Fuck, she’s cute.

He shook his head with a smile, turning around to pull his shirt off, his jeans following suit. He rummaged around in his drawers for sweatpants and pulled those on, choosing not to bother with a shirt.

He quietly got onto the bed, and carefully lifted the blankets back so he could get in too...however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

You were wearing his shirt. That was the first thing he noticed. The second thing he noticed was how far up it had ridden, exposing your entire bottom half to him.

When he lifted that blanket, catching a glimpse of his best friend’s ass wasn’t what he had expected. It didn’t help that the panties you had on were exactly the kind he liked- grey and lacy, accentuating the curve of your butt perfectly.

Minho gulped. He tried reminding himself that this was his best friend, whom he wasn’t supposed to view in such a light...but he was a man, regardless. And there was a half-naked girl lying in his bed. The fact that he still had half a boner from his previous activities at the party only made things worse.

Fuck it.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Minho lowered himself so he was lying comfortably, wrapping the blanket around him as well. He wondered if he should keep his distance, but now that you were covered up he felt more at ease. He scooted closer to the warmth of your body and shifted you so that you were closer...his heart clenching when you snuggled up to him in your sleep, resting your head on his bare chest.

Minho was the kind of person who had no idea what he was feeling at any given time. Emotions were something that he had plenty of, but rarely acknowledged- and why would he? It was just unnecessary and only made him feel convoluted. Running through life without giving any fucks wasn’t probably a good idea in the wrong run, but it worked for now.

He sighed for about the millionth time that day. Everything was puzzling to him...and at this point, trying to unpackage all of the emotions he’d amassed and ignored over the years would be impossible. Being the kind of guy who fucked random nameless girls wasn’t what 10 year old Minho had thought he would grow up to be...but life had a way of surprising you.

He snapped out of his reverie when you nuzzled your face into his chest and let out a tiny whimper. Minho looked down at you, noticing that you were starting to shake. He knew you used to get nightmares frequently, so he stroked your hair, and you calmed down gradually, falling silent once again.

As he patted your back, he thought about how he could have been on top of that redhead by now, had he stayed. But it didn’t matter...cause one thing’s for sure, he would choose you over pussy any day.

He fell asleep with that thought etched securely into his mind.

All Consuming

Fumikage Tokoyami x Reader, Dark Shadow x Reader (NSFW)

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Noncon, Dark Shadow being an aggressive monster

(I’m very mixed on this. This was a weird one that feels less smutty and more just plain horror, and I wasn’t sure how to approach the perspectives. Either way, writing this was an experience)

Dark Shadow was a simple creature that craved two things: strong emotions and darkness.

It remembers Master’s first and only tantrum. Anger was a suffocating heat that licked at Dark Shadow like a flame, but instead of burning, it was pumped with newfound energy. It launched from Master’s body, lashing out and ready to tear apart the two humans responsible. But Master held it back with tears in his eyes, begging it not to hurt “Mommy” and “Daddy”, even though they made him angry. Dark Shadow could have fought back, and it probably would have overpowered the child, but it was not interested in damaging Master’s trust.

So it retreated back into the abyss.

It remembers the first time the lights went out. The surrounding pitch blackness became one with the abyss. It coated the beast, layer by layer, morphing it into a power-drunk monster that felt free. It laid waste to Master’s room in a joyful rampage. Alas, Master stopped it once again, asking it to please stay put when he slept. It warned Master that darkness is always a delicious temptation, but it will try its best.

So it retreated back into the abyss.

As the years passed, Master strengthened his control on both his emotions and his hold on Dark Shadow. The moments he lost his grip on either were becoming so rare. Dark Shadow floated in the abyss with conflicted feelings. It cared for Master’s wellbeing, but it also cherished his gravest mistakes. Every powerful sensation that broke through the carefully built barrier within Master’s mind surged through his quirk like an addictive injection. He has called Dark Shadow a greedy beast many times throughout their life; the beast does not disagree. The human mind offered the best flavors when it was loud and untamed.

That’s why Dark Shadow believed you were a godsend.

A fellow Pro Hero that has teamed up with Master on several occasions. You two were surprisingly compatible, inside and outside of work.You have his back during villain attacks. You were there to comfort him after brushes with death, or when he couldn’t save every civilian. You pet Dark Shadow after a job well done like he was a lowly pet. The sentient quirk would shrink back into Master’s body after refusing to accept your praise (it felt good). It was clear that your relationship was becoming something more than a professional one.

The abyss was changing. Dark Shadow felt a shift in temperature, a more comforting heat instead of the usual eerie frigidness. The vast emptiness suddenly felt…soft. No emotion has ever pulsed within Master’s body so strongly and for so long, to the point where it changed Dark Shadow’s void of a home. The creature of darkness much preferred the sensation of more hostile emotions, but this admittedly wasn’t so bad.

But sometimes the feeling did change into something more aggressive, if only for a moment. During those times when you showered Master’s beak with kisses that he couldn’t properly reciprocate (he’s expressed his frustrations about this many times, but you insist that it isn’t an issue) while his hands roam your body, the abyss’s dreamy atmosphere became something more passionate. He would stop you before things got too heated, but Dark Shadow still felt that brief spike of hunger, a hunger that it has never felt before.

One night, Master pleasured himself for the first time. It was an urge he never wanted to act on during his adolescent years out of fear of losing his grasp on his quirk. But his cravings, his desire to have you was becoming shamefully strong. Despite the dangers of introducing the demon within him to such a powerfully new sensation, he took his own girth in his hands.

Dark Shadow observed from inside. It watched Master stroke himself, it listened to his increasingly heavy breaths, it noticed his feathered head becoming damp and disheveled as sweat dripped from his pores. All the while the abyss grew hotter. It wasn’t the angry kind of heat, the kind that pricked the shadow with energy and agitated it until it violently snapped. No, this heat gathered around it, forming bundles of pleasure that slowly grew in size. As Master jerked himself and drew closer to…something, the pleasure swelled more and more until it was nearly suffocating Dark Shadow, and yet the confused but excited creature didn’t want it to stop.

The moment it was sure that the hot pressure was going to crush it, the entire abyss burst and for just a minute, Dark Shadow felt afraid. Orgasmic bliss engulfed its entire being, nearly paralyzing it as the last of hot pleasure exploded around it in bright flashes. Beyond the void, Dark Shadow could hear Master heaving and groaning. Both of them were stunned by what they just experienced.

Love was a sweet and cozy feeling, but lust was absolutely breathtaking.

‘Again!’ Dark Shadow begged from within. ‘Do it again.’

The voice snapped Master out of cloud nine. “Quiet, beast.” he huffed while regaining his composure. “I’m not foolish enough to spoil you with this.”

‘You loved it too.’ it countered.

“I have made many sacrifices to keep the darkness at bay. This will be no different.”

‘Damn you.’

Master resisted touching himself after the first night. Dark Shadow knew the itch was there (you can’t hide your wants from me, Master), it noticed every time a wave of feverish heat swept through the abyss, but the human continued to be stubborn.

“You will get greedy and lose control, like you always do.” the human said.

The anger and frustration distorted the shadow’s voice into a monstrous growl. ‘Why won’t you grant me just one freedom?’

Master wasn’t intimidated. “The day I do will be the day you doom us both.”

Dark Shadow roared and sank into the deepest depths of the abyss. It can’t remember the last time it felt so deprived. How long will this torture last?

Thankfully, not for much longer.

On a rare day when both you and Master were free, you spent the evening at his place, killing most of the time with horror movies and cuddles. After the last film, the cuddles quickly escalated into steamy kisses and groping.

The abyss was tingling, but Dark Shadow felt the hesitation. Do it, Master. Finally, we can feel the real thing.

Master grunted as your hand drifted down until you reached the growing bulge in his pants. There was no more resistance. He needed this; he needed you.

You were in his bed in a flash, cradling his soft head as you both ground your clothed groins against each other.

Dark Shadow could faintly feel your touches, your fingers brushing between Master’s feathers, your mouth kissing his chest as you pulled down his boxers…it was probably nothing compared to what Master himself felt, but it was no less exhilarating. The heat that was so dearly missed was returning with a vengeance, consuming the entire abyss. Every single stimulation was bringing back the bubbling pleasure. The hand on your breast gently massaged the soft flesh, while the other pushed its fingers inside your feminine warmth. The sight of you completely submitting yourself had Dark Shadow licking its jet black beak. I want a taste.

It wasn’t ready when Master finally entered you, making the entire abyss quake. Everything around Dark Shadow was pulsing so strongly that it could barely pay attention to the sex. It heard the unified cries of you and Master, heard the slap of skin and creak of the bed with each thrust, but the expanding pleasure was wreaking havoc on its focus. The beast wasn’t afraid this time. It welcomed the approaching explosion with welcome arms.

The blast was even more powerful than before, burning the whimpering shadow in the best way possible. The cumming lovers outside of the abyss could be faintly heard, your entire body spasms as you cried out Master’s name. Each spurt into your core released another sensual shock wave that left Dark Shadow trembling.

The orgasm felt never ending, yet it somehow ended too soon. The darkness slowly stabilized once again; Dark Shadow felt drunk. The beast felt crippled, yet it wanted more immediately. It could tell that Master was spent, lying on his side and cradling you. ‘NO, do it again. I want to feel it again. This is tastier than fear. More addicting than rage. DO IT AGA—

“Enough.”

Master’s voice is still firm even through his heavy breaths.

“Eh?” You were on the verge of sleep until that single word startled you.

Master shook his head and cradled you closer. “Dark Shadow hungers. I was afraid of this.”

“Is that dangerous? Do you want me to leave?” You knew that Dark Shadow was a legitimate threat when it became overwhelmed by Master’s emotions. You only know from the past stories that Master has shared with you, but it was more than enough for you to take his warnings to heart. Dark Shadow hissed in annoyance. Master always tells people to keep their distance whenever he believed it was becoming hostile. Now he was going to tell you to leave the room, probably too afraid to ever engage in this wonderful act ever again…

“No. Stay.” Master held you tightly to ensure you weren’t going anywhere.

Ah, of course. ‘Love makes you stupid,’ right?

Dark Shadow didn’t make a sound, but it was still shaking with want, the faintest smile curving its beak. I will have more.

It hadn’t calmed down by the time the lights were off and the couple was sound asleep, your back pressed against Master’s bare chest. The abyss has since switched back to its regular empty and cold environment, but Dark Shadow was still restless. It watched your sleeping form. Your curves, your soft flesh, even enveloped in darkness your body looked ravishing.

Master didn’t react as a black tendril emerged from his abdomen and slithered across your side. The limb soon took the shape of a hand, making sure to avoid the bulky arms wrapped around your stomach as it drifted closer to your chest.

Just a touch. I want to feel her for myself.

The hand reaches your breast, giving it the softest of squeezes. The touch was so much stronger than feeling it through Master’s hands. Oh, I really missed out.

You were even warmer and softer than it imagined. Its fingers prodded your nipple, watching in fascination as it hardened under the touch. It froze instantly when a soft whimper slipped past your lips, but it continued when you didn’t react any further.

The abyss wasn’t heating, but Dark Shadow was.

It tried to form the rest of its body as well as it could while trapped between the two lovers. Its face nuzzled your hair, one hand continuing to fondle your breast, while the other moved down to your thigh.

A low growl vibrated through the shadow beast. It wasn’t used to taking action on its own. Freedom. Free to touch you however I want. The rush from the lust, darkness, and independence was taking Dark Shadow to new heights.

It lifted your thigh just enough to expose your hot core. There it is. That is where he will find bliss once again. It wasn’t going to wait. For all it knew, Master may not be brave enough to take you ever again. It can’t take that risk.

Then I’ll be the one to take you.

A black phallus took shape and rubbed against your folds. The contact was enough to wake you from your slumber. Dark Shadow panicked. No no no no so close. It was already pressed against your wet lips, why back out now?

“Fumi…?” You groaned when you noticed something poking at you. There wasn’t time to think of much else when it suddenly pushed into you.

Dark Shadow muffled your cry with a hand clamped over your mouth. Fuck, you felt amazing. Master didn’t know just how lucky he was, enjoying this pussy while his quirk was forced to stay put. Feeling such pleasure directly was forcing the shadow to shift into something more monstrous.

It barely registered Master’s shouts, ordering it to stop this instant. Shut UP. Shadows seeped out of Master’s body and wrapped around him, pushing him back down onto the bed and pinning him like prey trapped in webbing. You know you can’t beat me in the darkness. Don’t even try.

You were rolled onto your back, the foreign dick now pumping into you deeper and faster. Dark Shadow could see the look of frightened confusion in your eyes, eyes that were trying to comprehend the horrifying form that was claiming her in the dark.

This is wrong, Master won’t forgive me.

It hit a sensitive spot inside you, forcing a moan out of you as your wetness clenched around it.

I don’t care. It’s too good.

The bed rocked loudly as you were pounded into the mattress. With your screams of combined fear and pleasure, Master’s desperate pleas for it all stop, and Dark Shadow’s ravenous snarls, the room conveyed pure and unadultered terror. The grotesque demon that was Dark Shadow was feeling a familiar tension, the kind when the abyss was on the verge of exploding with hot pleasure, except this time the feeling was inside of it.

Closer. Take me closer.

Shadows glided across your body as if you were slowly being devoured while being violently fucked. Dark Shadow didn’t care; it’s only concern was reaching that release.

Almost there.

One of your hands managed to break free from the tangled blackness and was blindly feeling across the desk drawer next to you.

Hold still, dammit.

You whimpered and trembled at the merciless pounding but didn’t stop searching for…something. It didn’t matter; Dark Shadow was so close, that tight pressure was ready to give away and burst.

YES! LET ME HAVE IT! LET ME FEEL IT THE WAY MASTER DID!

Instead of a sensual explosion, Dark Shadow was hit with a blast of light directly in its face. A shriek of pure agony tore from its throat as its massive form writhed before scrambling back into Master’s body and the safety of the abyss.

Dark Shadow’s face burned. So close. Why must everything always stop me?

It watched through the pain as you turned off the shockingly bright flashlight feature on your phone, your body furiously shaking. Finally free to move, Master reached out to you…

Only for you to jump back and onto the floor. Tears fell from your face as you quickly gathered your clothes while frantically apologizing about how you couldn’t stay here. You were out of the room before Master could even stand and say anything more.

The air in the abyss became suffocating as the darkness began to boil. Dark Shadow hasn’t tasted the burning pangs of fury in years. It should be savoring such a rare opportunity.

But this isn’t what it wanted. It didn’t want to feel anything but the euphoric bang that was unjustly torn away from it at the last minute.

Master’s rage pierced Dark Shadow like a scorching needle.

“How could you do this?! How could you do that to her, you goddamned fiend!” Master grips his head hard enough to tug out several feathers.

Dark Shadow feels it all. Shame. Regret. Sorrow. Hatred. All of them bit and tore at the shadow like mad dogs. Master will never forgive or forget such a deplorable act. You may never approach him again, and even if you did, he would think it’s best that you stay away because his cursed quirk can never be trusted. He clutched at his chest, hot tears running down his face.

The relationship between the man and his quirk has been destroyed. The quirk couldn’t bring itself to care.

I WAS SO CLOSE….NEVER AGAIN….

Fluff Alphabet- Ruben Loftus-Cheek

A= ATTRACTIVE, you were always telling him that he’s the better looking one in the relationship but he couldn’t disagree more, your beauty astounds him every day, never tired of looking in your eyes and falling in love all over again

B= BABYGIRL, he was definitely a sucker for pet name but when he calls you babygirl it was like he had cast a spell on you, always loving how you give him a warning look if he ever brings up the name in public, knowing it’s certainly a nickname that will stay in private

C= CUDDLE, god he gives the best cuddles, his long limbs always the most comfortable thing to snuggle up to and be wrapped up in, his arms holding you close to his chest as he rests a leg over you, making you feel like you’re in a cocoon of warmth

D= DATES, neither of you were big on the whole date thing, your idea of a date wasn’t dressing up and going to dinner, instead the two of you would much rather do something fun like rock climbing, gokarting, or make a den in the living room

E= EVERYTHING, he never really knew what it felt like to be loved by someone who wasn’t family, but you introduced that feeling and everything else, you gave your everything to him, the feeling of being loved and being in love better than he could ever imagine

F= FAMILY, it was like you and his sister were biological twins, you got on so well, sometimes making Ruben playfully doubt if you’re only with him so you can see Vinni all the time

G= GENTLE, he’s your gentle giant, always wanting cuddles and to have his back tickled like a little baby, always begging you to get your nails done because he loves the feeling of the acrylic running down his spine, the best tickling sensation, always sending him to sleep

H= HUMOUR, you both have the same playfully, piss taking, humour. He loves that you never take yourself too seriously, always messing around and taking his banta with a pinch of salt, knowing exactly how to dish it back

I= I MISS YOU, “i missss youuu” he’d whine down the phone, the distance when he went away for matches or international training always a lot for the two of you to handle, wanting to spend every second of your days together

J= JEALOUSY, he’s Ruben, why would he need to be jealous? He trusts you with his whole heart, he’d never get jealous no matter how many guys have their eyes on you, he knows you’re all his

K= KISS, you are obsessed with his lips, how they feel against your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as they trace against your jawline, always welcomed by a gentle moan when he reaches your lips, passionately pressed together as you cup his jaw

L= LOVE, he’d never felt a love so pure before, completely obsessed with how with one glance at your face his heart would jump in his chest, wondering how he managed to get so lucky and meet someone as incredible as you

M= MEMORIES, it wasn’t exactly a soppy memory, but he’ll never forget how you were the first person by his side during his injury, not leaving for the whole 10 months, knowing he truly wouldn’t of got through it without you there supporting him to the whole time

N= NICKEL(buying things), he’s a sucker when it comes to treating you, fully aware that you hate whenever he comes home with something expensive, but he’s learnt that you can’t be annoyed at him if the gift has meaning, whether that’s your favourite flowers and chocolate or a necklace with a tiny version of the map of the place the two of you met

O= OBSESSIONS, he’s obssesed with your hair, always running his hands through it as you fall asleep on his chest, admiring how you style it, whether that be straight or curly, up or down, plus, he knows you enjoy it when he tugs at it during sex ;)

P= PET NAMES, his most used on is baby, knowing you love the sound of it coming from his mouth, but ‘princess’ is also one he likes to use every so often, loving how you get all shy and blushy whenever he says it

Q= QUEEN, of course his mum and sister were his queens, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t join them in that role, the more powerful women in his life the better

R= RELATIONSHIP, neither of you had really had a serious relationship before you’d met one another, so it was a learning curve for the two of you, but there’s no one else he’d want to experience all these new discoveries with

S= SAD, the 6 foot 3 frame of his may make him seem untouchable, but you knew all about his sensitive side, always there with open arms when he needs a cuddle and some encouraging words when he’s having a down day

T= TOUCHY, god he can’t keep his hands off you, always having to be touching you in some way, whether it was as innocent as holding your hand or as cheeky as having his hand firmly glued to your ass, and of course a quick grope of the boobs never goes unnoticed

U= UNCONDITIONAL, it goes without saying that you’ll forever love each other unconditionally, through the highs and the lows, the beautiful and the ugly, you’ll always have each other

V= VOICE, every one knew he’d reckon himself as a bit of a Beyonce, always sing along to himself around the house, you’ve even got an instagram highlight of all the times you’d captured his questionable range of vocals

W= WEDDING, surprisingly he’s the one who’s always going on about your wedding, randomly sending you pictures he’d seen on instagram and pinterest, “for our wedding?” or “this is a cool idea” always making your heart burst at how excited he is for a future with you

X= XYLOPHONE (your song), ‘Beautiful People’ Ed Sheeran ft Khalid- it just brings back so many memories of the summer together laid in the sun giggling at each other trying to hit all the notes

Y= YOU, “everything i do if for you” he’d constantly tell you, even though he knows you hate to take the credit for his achievements, but he knows he wouldn’t be the man he is today without you by his side

Z= Zzz, he was the best teddy bear, his large body always providing the best cuddles, clinging to him like a koala to a tree, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck as you found a comfy sleeping spot 

@tcpimpabutterfly​   said  :    ✩—Travis & Delores 🙈

Okay so this is a novel.

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Travis, specifically if he’s having an episode. Delores usually doesn’t raise her voice unless she’s finally reached the end of her temper. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Travis will go drive his taxi if he’s heated, so it’s him who ‘never really leaves.’ Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Delores -- did it once! They weren’t a couple anymore. 😰 Who trashes the house? Leave Travis alone in his utter anguish and see what happens. Do either of them get physical? Travis has never hit Delores and Delores has never laid a hand on Travis. Thought of it once. But changed her mind. How often do they argue/disagree? When they’re young, it’s not untypical for them to disagree. I mean, we have quite a few threads where Travis is open about his thoughts on people and society and all of that, and Delores is like “I don’t think that’s right at all” and gives her perspective on it which, of course, he doesn’t agree with because he’s rooted in his stubborn, gloomy thoughts. To be honest, Delores never gets angry during these disputes, she’s very calm and willing to hear his perspective. But eventually she comes to realize it’s sad and that it shows no one has ever properly loved Travis before. Their more passionate arguments come from Delores being worried about Travis’s insomnia, paranoia, if he’s taking his meds!! And these are even MORE reoccurring later in their relationship and cause their initial breakup.  Who is the first to apologize? Depending on the sort of argument that was had, it’s both of them. Sometimes it was Travis who got out of line, sometimes it was Delores who got out of line and deep down...they know who started it first.

Sex:

Who is on top? Sometimes Delores rides him. Sometimes Travis is at the bottom because it's a nice view Who is on the bottom? ^^ Who has the strangest desires? I don’t know what Travis be watching in those porn theatres. I also don’t care to know. Any kinks? 😠 like I said Travis be watching porn and I don’t care to know what it is. Who’s dominant in bed? Technically Travis. Is head ever in the equation? Yes. If so, who is better at performing it? Travis is good. Delores gets steadily better over the course of their relationship because she asks him what he likes. She really wanted to please him. Ever had sex in public? Nah, they got a little handsy in a taxi cab but they didn’t get too far. Delores deserved better than a crusty cab. Who moans the most? Delores. Who leaves the most marks? Travis. Who screams the loudest? Delores if it's rough. Who is the more experienced of the two? I feel like they were both a little inexperienced when they got together, Delores had already had sex. She wasn’t a virgin, but they were not good experiences. Later, she and Travis broke up and she got with some upper class dude, then got with Sal...then got a new gangster...so technically Delores. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? 😤 they’re deeply in love so they make love. Or somethin’ like that. Rough or soft? Dependent. How long do they usually last? 30-45 minutes. 😒 Might be less when they have children living in the house, though. Is protection used? It’s incorporated, yes. Even though Delores actually doesn’t like condoms. Does it ever get boring? Early on, Delores eventually thought it was boring because she was trying to be classy and hold back with certain curiosities she was having with like, roleplaying and sex in front of a mirror. There were also things in these cheesy books that she read about and fantasized about, but was too shy to say anything. Eventually she opened up, and everything was okay. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A motel. 😲😲 Also, Delores found Travis’s original apartment pretty strange lmao. It was a place she did not want to have sex at because she thought it would be ‘regretful’ afterwards.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? while Melissa was unplanned, Cecilia was planned. It was just a whole different experience going on. When they’re young, the idea of having kids with Travis kind of intimidates Delores because he’s so troubled and the old ladies she hangs around don’t help matters any by asking questions like, “would your children be proud of a taxi driver? would he really be able to provide for them?” If so, how many children do your muses want/have? They have two and they think it’s a nice number! Well, that and Delores hated dealing with Melissa’s jealousy when Cecilia was born. She worried about Cece having the same disdain for baby three, so that wasn’t happening. Who is the favorite parent? Delores and Melissa have a VERY strong bond, even when she’s scolded her! And while Cecilia loves her mom, she gravitates towards Travis. This is because Delores was ALWAYS getting on Cece for something and idk, she was just always fascinated with her busy dad. Who is the authoritative parent? Delores. Those girls had chores and responsibilities and most importantly, manners. She never hit them or anything, but her scolding and manner of discipline could be saddening for two children. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Travis. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Also Travis, but then again he could be sleeping when Cece decides to raid the kitchen for snacks. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Delores, all the time! Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Delores, and she gets Travis to dress up for it too. Who changes the diapers? Delores. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Travis can be working at night, so there’s always the chance it could be Delores who was feeding the baby. With Cecilia things were different, he was feeding her more, but still Delores was the primary caretaker.   Who spends the most time with the children? Delores! Even during the summer she has taken the girls to work with her. They didn’t have to sit in the ballet studio, though. They were free to wander the building and see what other creative/artsy things were going on. Who packs their lunch boxes? Both. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Travis and Delores did it together, but they were stressed out doing it. 😔 With Melissa, it was difficult but things went according to plan. With Cecilia it was extra uncomfortable because she HATED the atmosphere of sit downs. (and of course, in the aftermath, she asked how did ferrets have babies. then she asked why was the bird and the bees called that? How did birds have babies? How did bees have babies? They were mentally exhausted) Who cleans up after the kids? Delores, though she tries to teach them to clean up after themselves. Who worries the most? They both worry for similar reasons. I mean, Travis knows about how young girls can be coerced into sex work and Delores - well, she becomes a mama bear at the slightest threat. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? I want to say Travis, but I’m also going to say neither. Cece in particular heard it from her favorite, beloved alcoholic teacher! The woman spilled her coffee and said, “For fuck’s sakes.” Afterwards, Cece said it at home when Slink was misbehaving and Delores gasped.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Both! But Delores especially. She likes feeling tended to. Who is the little spoon? Delores likes being the little spoon, but there are many, many moments where its she who has her arms around Travis. Humming something to soothe him. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? They're not going to fuck in a diner or nothing, so I'm going to say neither. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Delores, sometimes. Travis, usually. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Hours upon hours until they have something to do. Who gives the most kisses? Delores initiates them. What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Laying side by side, talking and all that. Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Couch or bed. Delores was sure to get Travis a better bed than the one he had in his apartment whenever they’re living together. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Delores when she's being sly. How often do they get time to themselves? Usually all the time they get to themselves is at the early hours of the morning. Or sometime at night when the kids are sleeping.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Travis, but its pretty soft. If both do, who snores the loudest? I said they're soft. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share a bed. Even if that motel room had two beds, they would still choose to be side by side. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up together. Who talks in their sleep? Neither. What do they wear to bed? :/ Delores has so many cute nightwear, or lingere. Travis ain't got nothing special. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Fuckin Travis. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Yes. For Travis. Delores contemplated taking some while pregnant because her anxiety would surface at night, but he convinced her not to. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Varies, but usually their limbs intertwine. It's almost subconsciously! Who wakes up with bed hair? Travis. Who wakes up first? Delores. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? ...Delores because on the real? she just wants to make him so, so happy. What is their favorite sleeping position? Delores likes to be in his arms in some form or fashion. Who hogs the sheets? Delores. Do they set an alarm each night? Delores has one - and she feels bad about it because it can take Travis so long to sleep before it goes off. Can a television be found in their bedroom? When they're older, yes. But it's only local channels. It’s a room where Delores can escape her daughters and watch television in peace, but unfortunately Cecilia enjoys being in there when Melissa is hogging up the living room tv. Who has nightmares? Travis! Delores too when they're on the run! Who has ridiculous dreams? Both. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Travis. Who makes the bed? Delores. Also she feels that a clean bedroom has a positive psychological effect on others, so she makes sure Travis can come home to a proper bedroom just for him. What time is bed time? So, Delores falls asleep before Travis even comes home which can be at 10 pm. Then ultimately he arrives back at a very late hour and Delores wakes up for awhile. Tries to get him to go to bed. They stay up forever until sleep finally takes hold. When they're older, Delores is trying to sleep by 10/11 pm and doesn't wait up for him as much anymore because she's so worn out. Any routines/rituals before bed? Delores does too much before bed, I'm just going to say that. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Travis, especially if he had just fallen asleep.

Work:

Who is the busiest? They both are, just in different ways! Who rakes in the highest income? Okay so I actually went to google for this question. Annually, ballet instructors can make $32,000 while taxi drivers make  $26,453. So Delores makes more lmao Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope Who takes the most sick days? Delores, I think. Travis can’t stand to be sick and do nothing. Who is more likely to turn up late to work? On default, it’s Delores. But she still aims to be prompt. If it’s anyone keeping her late, it’s Cecilia who had to tag along for whatever reason. Who sucks up to their boss? Neither. What are their jobs? So Travis drives taxis and when they were first together, Delores was a ballerina. She was doing very well for herself until they killed her abusive boyfriend and had to go on the run. Her whole career in New York went down the drain.🤐 Once she and Travis became very settled and felt like they could live a normal life, Delores decided to become a ballet instructor. Had to put that skill to use somewhere.  Who stresses the most? They both equally stress. Travis is out here seeing the worst of the worst of humanity while Delores has to be a second mother to girls of varying ages. Hearing, “I think I’m pregnant, should I have an abortion???” “I’m being abused by my family/boyfriend,” all sorts of stuff she has to help out with! Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? I think that Travis has mixed feelings for his occupation, while Delores believes that the pros of her job outweigh the cons. She gets to see young girls be themselves and be free even at the price of knowing their personal business. 😌 She doesn’t know if she would still be doing this if life played out different though. Are your muses financially stable? They’re doin’ okay.

Home:

Who does the washing? Delores. Who takes out the trash? All of them, at one point or another. Who does the ironing? Delores, but sometimes Travis will have to iron his own attire. Who does the cooking? Delores. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? That damn Travis. Who is messier? That DAMN Travis. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Travis. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Travis -- would, if Delores didn't make him learn from the error of his ways. Who forgets to flush the toilet? Travis, initially in their relationship because he wasn't use to living with someone. Who is the prankster around the house? Slink the Bandit who has nearly killed Delores and was nearly killed by Travis. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Delores. Who mows the lawn? Travis. Who answers the telephone? Anybody, really. Who does the vacuuming? Both. Who does the groceries? Both, but usually Delores as she remembers to purchase the essential things that are nutritious! Who takes the longest to shower? Delores. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Delores.....Melissa. and Cecilia.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? Admittedly, Delores has never been in a financial situation like the one she is in with Travis (when they're all settled that is) because her family is filled with criminals and they always had cash. But she's so in love with him and happy that they're just alive that she doesn't consider money to be an issue. How many cars do they own? One. Not counting Travis's taxi. Do they own their home or do they rent? Own. Eventually. I can imagine that before Cecilia was born, and they finally got out that motel, Travis and Delores managed to rent a decent house that served its purpose. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Nope. Do they live in the city or in the country? City! There's people to drive around! Do they enjoy their surroundings? Technically? Delores misses New York a lot, but she also has a lot of hate for New York due to their previous experiences. What’s their song? Vikki Carr's cover of Strangers In The Night, also I'll Be Seeing You by Billie Holliday. What do they do when they’re away from each other? Work...Delores handles the children. Gossips with her friends/goes out to lunch with them. Where did they first meet? In his taxi cab. How did they first meet? Delores was leaving a party that she had felt very isolated at. She was also intoxicated. She came into his cab, sat in the backseat...then talked about how lonely she was and spilled her heart out. After that Travis was always present, and she got attached, although she worried about him one day stalking and murdering her. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Delores. God knows she has dug into bill money to get Melissa or Cecilia beautiful dresses for special occasions/holidays. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Delores technically because she believes you are what you wear and that affects how people see you. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? This question is trifling. Any mental issues? Travis has a ton of 'em. Who’s terrified of bugs? Delores! Who kills the spiders around the house? Travis. Their favorite place? Together. In their home. Away from people, where they can be themselves. Who pays the bills? Delores handles a lot of that. Do they have any fears for their future? Delores fears Travis engaging in violence. Just as she has worried about him being in so much despair that he kills himself. She just always worries about his wellbeing.  Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? I feel like Travis would, if/when he had the money. While Delores is inclined to do that for him at the house, because she wants him to be happy. Who uses up all of the hot water? Delores. Who’s the tallest? Travis because Delores is only 5'4. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Delores. “Innocently.” Who wanders around in their underwear? A childless Delores, if she is feeling particularly sly. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Travis ain't tryna embarrass himself and neither is Delores. What do they tease each other about? Travis has teased Delores about how she is tense during their daughter’s school photos that she paid good money for. she trusts Melissa to look perfect but Cecilia? She doesn't know. She never knows. And the certain reactions (or gasps) Delores has had looking at Cece's awful photos have caused Travis some great memories. Delores has teased Travis about small things, like whether he'll be able to tie a tie or if she needs his help. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Delores when Travis's jacket begins to fall apart and he still wears it. Honestly she's the type of wife/gf who's like, "why aren't you wearing the shirt I bought you?" Do they have mutual friends? Delores always knows June from when they were young girls in ballet class together, but I feel like she would just get on Travis's nerves. But even with that said, June made the vow that she would ensure no harm came to Melissa [or Cecilia] when they came to New York. Who crushed first? I'ma say Travis. Delores thought he was cute in his own, messy way, but she thought nothing of it. Any alcohol or substance related problems? I'm going to say no because Travis should probably be taking his pills more than he is. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? what's travis doing drinking and driving ON THE JOB?? I'm going to say neither. And even if it happened, they'd be together on like a date night. Who swears the most? Travis on default.

Study Buddy

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: SMUT AF

I giggled as I got changed into my little check skirt and thigh high socks trying to look as cute and sexy as I could. I had Thomas coming over tonight, we are both aware we like each other but being the cute shy little boy he is he won't make a move on me so I had decided to invite him over for study when my parents where out and make some moves on him, as soon as everything was ready the doorbell rang so I went getting it leaning in the door trying my best to look sexy "Hello Thomas" I smirk "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh hello." He blushed as he looked at me his eyes caught my skirt first lingering on my high hemline, then my socks obviously amused by the cute school girl look the two created together, his eyes shyly moved up to my chest making him blush even harder a bright red already his eyes met my at last before quickly retreating to the floor holding his backpack with a nervous grip "Come on in then" I smile he blushed more and gently came inside my house, the second he was inside I shut the door leaving him trapped between me and the door "You uhh you look very nice tonight y/n" he smiled "Awww Thomas, that's so sweet of you to say" I smiled making sure I brushed against him as I moved away to my dinning table and he came and sat beside me getting his books out starting to study, I watched him a little sat with his book open twirling his pencil around in his fingers As he reads, his hair out its normal place where he had tried to fix it but it wasn't playing ball as he no doubt had a shower or bath before he came over and his hair wasn't compeletly dry yet when he left home, he looked tried already like he could pass out into his book the blush had gone now which made me giggle a little "Your so smart Thomas" I smile "Uhhh thanks y/n, your a hell of a lot smarter then I am. I mean you can do algebra," he says "that shits witchcraft" "It's not that hard" I laugh "It be witchcraft" he says "Come here" I smile taking his pencil making sure that I touched his hand when I did as I scooted my chair closee so our knees touched and got a bit of paper "let's do something simple, and let's make the letters simpler for you Tommy" I laugh "Let's imagine that each letter is s star wars character now each only has so many bullets or energy whatevers in there gun or space ship, and you don't know how any each had but know the overall amount" I explain "you following me?" I ask "Yeah" he shrugs "So if... 'Luke = Han = Chewy=

L + h + c = 387" "Okay..." He nods a little puzzled but keeping with me explainng it " And we know

H+ c = 232 L+h = 327

So what's the answer?" I ask "Uhhh I guess work backwards... Is the total is 387 but just Han and lukes make 327 then... Chewy has to only have 60 which take sixty away from 232 is 172 which is what Han has so but process of allimation Luke = 155 Han = 172 Chewy= 60" he explained "See it's not all that complicated" I smiled handing him back his pencil "I guess not, thanks y/n" he smiles "Humm your welcome Thomas" I smile giving his cheek a kiss and returning to my book, I saw him glow bright red dropping his pencil looking a little panicked till he returned to his book but then looked confused remembering he dropped his pencil so he sighed moving the chair out as it had fallen under the table I smirked as he went under there crossing my leg making sure to flash my panties as I read my book innocently he was taking an awfully long time down there to find his pencil till eventually he sat back in the chair blushing harder then before looking very nervous it was obvious he saw what I wanted him too "I uhhhh I uh I I'll be back in a minute" s says before he rushed off upstairs i assume to the bathroom or something I heard alot more sites up there then just going to my bathroom? And it's not like he would get confused he spend half is life here with me I shrugged as I heard water running upstairs I got his little notebook flicking a page or two and writing s little note 'hello Tommy, I hope this works as I plan for a small cute distraction 💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙😘' Then putting it back how it was as he came back "You alright?" I ask "Hu? Ohh yeah. I'm fine" he says sitting back with me and getting in with his studies for a while I kept my eyes on him alot And I think he noticed a little he glanced away from his book to look at me every so often but quickly returned to the book in hope I wouldn't notice him I smiled moving closer again and resting my head on his shoulder nuzzling into his neck a little he looked panicked glancing at me on his shoulder blushing hard again I could feel his heart rate going insane a moment "uhhhhhhhhh y/n..." He began "Ummmm your shirt is so soft Thomas" I smile snuggling closer "Uhh thank you" he answered unsure how to respond to me "Ummm I could lay here forever" I smiled Hugging his arm "I uhh I could have you laid here forever too" he blushed gently resting his head on my own and I sighing happily he kept working even with me like this till I noticed he turned his notebook to where o had left the note he liked confused moving away from me a little to read it I could tell he was reading it and as soon as he was done he turned to me and clearly was about to ask what I meant but I gave his lips the quickest little kiss I could I don't think had have ever seen Thomas so flustered. His face a bright red, his eyes wide in shock, he was trying to speak but no words came out his mouth but stutters and gibberish, his hands couldn't keep still messing with his hair, his other hand, the table just trying to stop his nerves "What uhhmmm what did you uhh you do that for?" He forced out "Because your cute" I shrug nuzzling into his neck again "I like you Thomas...I thought you knew by now" I smile "No.... i Had no literally no idea until like  today" he says "in fact I'm still kinda on the fence if your flirting with me or your just being friendly?" He blushed "Of course I like you silly boy" I smile Hugging him tightly "I - I uhh I like you too" he blushed "y/n could I uhh could I kiss you?" He asks and I nod he blushed hard again fixing some hair away from my face looking very nervous before he moved forward and gently kissed me I kissed back happily our kiss was very slow but very sweet and gentle his lips where soft a little chapped where he bites and licks them so much, it was funny I have been around Thomas so much but only now I really noticed his scent, like car oil, graphite pencils, dust on vynal and that aftershave he uses,I don't actually often smell the last one he normally does bother we it's just me he's hanging around with clearly he thought it was important tonight to bother to make himself clean and tidy for me, I pulled away from our sweet kisses and went back to work blushing a little myself, a first kiss with someone you really like and have know for a long time is always going to be a little awkward we both sat with our work I smiled alot very happy I got to kiss him atlast, he looked very happy but very worried like he was running though the kiss in his head enjoying it but worried all the same I smiled slipping my hand with his own and intertwining our fingers he smiled at me holding my hand tightly too. We sat like this for a while quietly just studying keeping our hands together as we did till his phone went off "Ohh shit, sorry I have to-" he says "It's fine go on" I laugh going back to my books h smiled giving my cheek a little kiss then my hand before he got up going answer his phone In the kitchen I smiled listening a little bit not intentionally evesdropping but I overheard a couple bits "I uhh I'm not sure." He says "I know- it's just studying" he says "I uhh yeah I might do, alright I'll text you later" he says and he quickly came back "Who as it?" I ask "Ohh my dad, just asking when I planned to bring the car home" he says "You can go if he's getting mad about it" I laugh "No it's okay, he can wait a little while longer. He was just getting worried since he uhh knows I'm here with you and all" he says "With me?" I laugh "Yeah, it's not that he doesn't trust you y/n! More that he uhh doesn't trust me... with you" he says "Why? What does your dad think your gonna do to me?" I laugh "What do you think he thinks I'm doing with you?" he laughs "what any dad assumes his son is doing when going to the house of s young lady" he explained "Oohh bouncing me on your cock" I laugh "Y/n!" He says in shock "don't talk like that, I'm not like that" he says "I know your not, but that's what most people assume" I shrug "when young men leave there houses looking all cute, dressed up and clean. Taking the car over to a young ladies house while here parents are out" I smirked cuddling his arm "I guess so," he blushed as we got back to our books for a while I kept noticing him looking at me then go back to his books before I caught him I smirked when I noticed the obvious bulge in his jeans so I giggled "what?" He laughs "Nothing" I giggled "Tommy? What this?" I ask grabbing his cock though his jeans "AHH!" He jumped very shocked to have my hand rather suddenly so close to such an intimate place "I uhhhhhhh uhhhh uhhhgg I uummmm" he stuttered trying to think straight "Could I see?" I ask innocently "Uhhhhhhhh" he stuttered "maybe later y/n" he blushed "Owww pretty please Thomas" I begged "I just wanna see and maybe have a play if I like it" I smirked rubbing my thumb on his jeans "If ... If I let you, would you... You know?" He asks and I nodded "Of course I would" I smiled getting faster moving my whole hand around more "Okay" he blushed so I moved my hand away shutting my books "That's enough studying for one night" I smirk holding his hand and tugging him over to sit with me on the sofa getting a blanket over us both to keep our activities a little more private I smiled pulling him to kiss me and he happily kissed me passionately I held both his hands a moment before undoing my top and letting him rest his hands on my breasts one in each hand softly gropeing them "Ummmm y/n..." He groans between kisses "Humm you like them Tommy?" I ask and he nods quickly not wanting to stop our kisses it made me giggle a little as I undid his jeans his cock insantly jumping free "no boxers? What where you planning tonight then?" I smirked "Nothing! They are uncomfortable when I have a bonner and I know I always get a bonner around you so I didn't bother" he explained "Any excuse" I smirk grabbing his base looking at him better "umm Thomas, it's so big" I smirked "Yeah? Could uh could I play with these while your playing with that?" He asks and I nod so he smiled pulling me back to our now rather lustful kiss turning it quickly into lustful making out our tongues all over each other as I gently stroked his hard cock noticing pre cum already dripping down him as his hands moved to my back searching for the clasps on my bra he found them unclipping them all and pushing my bra down enough he could slip his hands in but my bra still be on me he softly groped my breasts as fast as I was stroking him "ummm faster please, I'm not sure how much longer I can-" he began so I smirked roughly and quickly pumping his cock my hand moving from base to head over and over up and down his shaft as we kissed his hands still gropeing and squeezing my breasts he grunted, groaned and moaned often Into our kiss I could tell he was close by the amount of times his hips bucked into my hand I smiled as one of his hands left my breasts and slipped under my skirt and panties he felt around a little lost a moment before pushing a finger inside me "Uhhh! Thomas!" I moaned as I pulled away "Uhh fuck your tight" he groans trying to slip another finger after a couple attempts it works giving him two fast as rythmic fingers inside me as I roughly pumped his cock as we kissed his other hand on my breast feeling and gropeing alot  my other hand on his neck playing with his soft hair as we made out I was struggling to keep my focus having his fingers inside me until I moved my hand from his neck to help him out alittle moving his thumb onto my clit he got the message rubbing in it softly as he finger fucked me so I sped up my hand "shit sorry, I forgot about that bit" he blushed "It's okay, come on I'll race you" I laugh "Okay" he smirked pulling me back to our kiss speeding up his fingers rubbing on my clit fast and hard I smirked pumping and rubbing on his cock so fast my arm was hurting I knew we where both close but neither of us was going to stop we where both to needy to close ourselves to stop pleasuring each other "uhh uuhh y/n please..." He begs "What?" I asked "I'm close darling, please please faster" he begs so I sped up as much as I could as so did he "Uhh uuuh Thomas Thomas!" I whined "I'm gonna cum" I moaned "Uuuuhhh fucking hell! I know I know I'm gonna cum too" he moans both of us beyond the point of no return, both of us far to desperate to stop for anything- "We're home!" My parents smiled opening the door we quickly pulled away going to each end of the sofa miles way from each other I did my bra back up and Thomas did his jeans back up as they came into the room I giggled a little tugging my skirt down alot so I didn't look so sexy anymore Thomas just sat blushing bright red looking annoyed and frustrated "I thought you two where studying?" My dad asks "We took a break" I shrug winking at Thomas and he blushed a little more "Shouldn't you be getting home Thomas? It's getting late" my mother smiles "Ohhh uh yeah" he blushed so we got up sorting his stuff back into his backpack and I smiled going with him out to his car "so uhhhh" he blushed unsure what to really say to me given everything that's happened tonight "So? Your place tomorrow night? For studying" I smirk running my hand down his chest and into his jeans "Yeah, Tomorrow night" he smirked grabbing my waist and slipping his hand under my panties to rub on my clit I checked the windows and knowone was looking so I pulled him close kissing him deeply stroking his still rock hard cock and he rubbed on my clit faster then ever it didn't take me long to finish clamping my legs together as I came moaning into his mouth the whole time not even a couple seconds later he finished too grunting and groaning intoy Mouth as his hips bucked towards my hand blowing his load into his pants "dad's gonna be so mad at me" he laughs "Why?" I giggled "We just came leaned against my dad's car he's gonna fucking kill me he finds out" he laughs "I still don't understand why you don't have your own car yet" I laugh "you must be able to afford one" I smile "Darling... It's not the car I can't afford it's insuraning one, seriously a guy my age first time officialy driving a car that isn't my dad's, living in London and employed as an actor. It's in like six digits" he sighed "Okay, well next time you borrow your dad's car how about we take it up the the park and... Study again" I smirk "Next week darling" he smiles "see you tomorrow" he smiles "Tomorrow Tommy" I laugh giving him a kiss which he happily returned before heading off home, I bidded my parents goodnight taking my books upstairs as I did I noticed my room had a draw open... My underwear draw? Making me laugh "so that's what he was up to" I laugh shutting the draw and going to the bathroom a minute as I did I noticed before turning on the tab to brush my teeth there was... A sticky white junk on my sink so I got m phone taking a picture and sending it to Thomas

Y/n 😝 What is this?

Thomas 😒 Ohh...that. Well I uhhhh you can guess what happened darling 😘

Y/n 😝 And what happened in my underwear draw Tommy???

Thomas 😒 Nothing 😏

Y/n 😝 Thomas tell the truth

Then a picture of my cute little blue lacy panties on his bed

Thomas 😒 You can have them back tomorrow 😘

Y/n 😝 Fine, but no more jerking off in my bathroom! You want it so badly you ask me from now on 😘😘😘😘

Thomas 😒 Yes darling 💙

Poly Wanna? Ch. 10

Even though this is a rated M story with characters in the 27-29 age range, I understand and respect that there are kiddos here and have no intention of writing flat out graphic adult material. I’ve used a lot of mature language, but have hopefully not gone too far in this chapter, which has numerous dreams and situations that I tried not to make too explicit. Be prepared for a few shockers, but hopefully, the M didn’t go into some other higher letter!

I stopped tagging as many people. I heard that the tags weren’t really working well anyway, so I just started over on these tags with the people that I know are reading and if anybody else is, they can find it on my page. @adorkable-blackgirl @chenoahchantel @woahjusttakeiteasy-man (I hate this because it’s way too mature content for your eyes and I feel like I have to say that, but also feel like if I didn’t tag you, that’d be effed up, because you’ve read and reviewed every chapter!) @up-the-tube Anywhooo, if any of the 4 of y’all, or I guess I should say if Lizzie and Niah want me to PROMPTLY remove you after this update, I understand completely and I am SO SORRY FOR THIS. I tried to handle it hella different ways. Nothing went right. I know them first two just put up with ANTYTHING from me. 😅

Laughing Fits and Lucid Dreams

The movie watching went well. They wound up turning on some horror movies and Charlotte practically clung to Jasper the entire time. He loved that. She was so fearless, but whenever a horror movie was on, she would be worked up and a little bit terrified. Jasper fell to sleep first, probably because the past couple of days he hadn’t slept well at all. He had been awake and worried, then the three were awake all night and before the sun even set, he was passed out and draped around Charlotte. She tried to get up a few times, but he clung to her and groaned whenever she attempted. Poor thing. “I was pretty positive that between Jasper’s lack of sleep, my pulling and tugging his emotions in various directions and Henry and I arguing in front of him that he was not only exhausted (which I think is why he had a panic attack), but he was also scared and even in his sleep, his abandonment or rejection issues were flared up. I sent Henry to get my travel box of crystals from my room and I was determined to intercede on Jasper’s behalf, so that he’d be able to sleep well.”

Charlotte selected a rainbow moonstone, herkimer diamond and opal aura to set out. Henry didn’t mind if Jasper remained in his bed, but he recommended that Charlotte stay too. “If he wakes up in bed with me, and you’re not here, I don’t know how he’ll react to that.”

“Like I could get away, anyway. This boy is squeezing me like a python.” Jasper snuggled in even closer to her and held more tightly. 

Eventually, he did let go. He was asleep and Henry was out fighting crime, so Charlotte went back to the Man Cave to check up on him. Nobody told her she could, but being back in there had stirred something up in her. She went up there to sit at the control panel and see if she still “had it.” Spoiler alert, of course she did. No plot twist, though. She was surprised to see Henry return alone. Where the heck was Ray? Asleep? She shook her head. 

“You just keep exploring on your own, huh?” Henry asked.

“Who’s gonna stop me?” She asked back. He laughed and transformed into his regular clothes. “I started some work while I’m here. Thought about running some stuff past Schwoz, but he’s probably asleep.”

“Like you should be. I mean, I see that you’re dressed for it.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m in the middle of something right now,” she said and pointed to the screen. He couldn’t tell what she was supposedly in the middle of, so he just let her have her way and went to get himself something from the auto snacker.

Henry and Charlotte eventually went back up the elevator and checked on Jasper. He was still completely out. She was in her night clothes while in the Man Cave, so she simply slipped back into Henry’s bed with Jasper and he quickly resumed holding her closely, tightly. 

Jasper had this cuddle habit. He kinda groped you in his sleep. His hand cuffed her “gens” and his other arm was wrapped gently around her throat. It was a possessive hold that Henry remembered well. He went to get cleaned up and threw on a pair of boxers, stared at himself in the mirror for a while and wondered, was he ready to do this? Should he just grab some covers and take one of the several other beds in the house? Part of him knew that might be best for everybody. That part of him was thoughtful and considerate. It didn’t win. He climbed into his own bed and laid down next to Jasper, wrapped an arm around the two of them and felt Charlotte’s hand touch his, then intertwined their fingers. He didn’t know if that was conscious or not, but was scared that if he questioned it, even in a whisper, it would be too jarring and possibly make it weird. Jasper shifted a little and Henry took a deep breath, cuddled closer to him and let himself fall asleep.

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Henry blew a bubble, then went up the tube. Charlotte was doing some interpretive dance in the living room, belly full with child, and music playing, accompanied by ethereal voices, in the background. There was a patch of grass beneath her bare feet, a real patch that he had made room for, for her. Jasper was nearby, playing the bongos with his hands and beatboxing. She wound up at his lap, he pushed the bongos aside and collected her into an embrace and kissed her. Henry backed away, giving them some space, or… maybe he was… getting smaller? He looked at the place, it was getting smaller, and eventually, it was no longer his house, but Jasper’s apartment. The grass was gone, the place was cozy and they were perfectly happy without him… And he realized that he’d shrunk so small that he vanished and everything went dark. 

Henry awoke with a start and glanced next to him. Jasper was awake, but cuddling Charlotte, who was asleep. “You okay?” He wondered. 

Henry nodded, “Bad dream.”

“Bad dream, or honest one? Char’s got the good dream crystals out,” he said and pointed a thumb. “I mean… they’re like in HD, Dude. I had amazing dreams. They didn’t all make sense, though. Mostly about… you…” He turned his gaze to Charlotte and rubbed her arms. “And of course, her. Thank God… What were you dreaming about?”

“You… The two of you… Just… like… I don’t know… You two have a connection. You’ve got this beautiful thing going on, and since I’ve been back in your lives, I’ve just kinda been making a mess of things. You’d probably be better just forgetting about me.”

“No doubt, but it’s a little late for that. You said that you love us… You’re going to have to tough out whatever that confession will mean for all of us.”

“Do you think that it does mean anything for all of us?” “I think that I woke up because I heard her say your name in her sleep. I think all three of us are experiencing a lot of feelings.”

“That’s because I stepped back into the picture. You and Charlotte could be on a patch of grass, expecting a baby, with her dancing a tribute to the moon goddess or something and you playing bongos and beatboxing, but instead, you’re sleeping in my bed, and none of us are getting any.”

“That was an oddly specific depiction, but add a cat and I’d say fairly accurate,” Jasper chuckled. Henry sighed. Jasper pointed to a slip of paper beneath the crystals. “I didn’t look to see what she wrote down, but whenever I ask her in the morning, I'll bet it'll be something about the three of us. Come here…" Henry came closer and Jasper shifted to allow Henry to cuddle up with Charlotte. He wanted this SO bad, but she hadn't really made him feel like it was okay. Then again, if she'd said his name in her sleep… Henry wrapped himself around her and moaned out a sigh. He was asleep again in no time. 

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“Hey, Hen!” Charlotte cheered, come on! You’ve gotta get in here!” He looked over to where she and Jasper were inside of a photo booth. “When was the last time that we took a photo?” She asked, with a beaming smile and radiant skin. He rushed to get into the photo and they took several. They put their faces together, made silly expressions, shared a few kisses. 

Jasper cheered, “Win me something!” And Henry rushed to do so. He got him the biggest stuffed animal… though it was a sasquatch. “Yay! Bigfoot comes home with us!” Jasper celebrated as Henry handed him the huge plushy. 

“You guys wanna get on the ferris wheel?” Henry wondered. They didn’t look excited about that. “I’ll make it worth it, for both of you…” He told them. Their interests were piqued and they went for it. 

Whenever the ride first started, Henry’s hand began to move up Charlotte’s pretty little floral dress. She smiled and looked at Jasper who raised his eyebrows and licked his lips. Charlotte leaned back to slide her pelvis forward and Henry shifted to get on his knees. Jasper simply smiled and set his plushy aside, so that he didn’t miss anything. The next circle, it was his turn. But, Henry certainly couldn’t pull that off with him in his romper… Actually… Henry could! Jasper protested for a short moment that Henry might rip his “romphim,” but was silenced soon enough. As they got off of the ride, Charlotte took one of Henry’s hands and one of Jasper’s. “Let’s go home,” she said…

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Charlotte woke up and looked at Henry, wrapped around her and shifted to see Jasper wrapped around him. She grabbed her paper from beneath her crystals and looked at it. “Please, allow us to see how it could be, if we got out of our own ways and did was what best for everybody. If we forgive, forget and move forward… I would like to see THAT dream…” She set it back down and went to the bathroom to pee, rub one out and refresh. Henry’s bathroom was even extravagant, though most of his things weren’t in there. Some necessities were in the cabinets and he had really good toilet paper and a very expensive looking bidet. She’d gotten one of those ones that you attach to the toilet whenever they lived together and kept upgrading it whenever she could over the years, but didn’t have a separate and sophisticated basin! 

She came back to the two men cuddled up and wondered how Henry wound up in the middle and if that meant that Jasper didn’t want her next to him. She had several dreams throughout her sleep, that she could remember very vividly. That last one though… it made the most sense and was the clearest, so she figured maybe that was the dream that she was meant to see.

The previous one wasn’t even a current VERSION of her! She looked like she was in college! In fact, she remembered that night that she had dreamed about…

Charlotte was stressed out, gathering a bunch of books to turn back into the library, dressed as a complete nerd, barely able to stay on her feet, with huge goggles atop her head and a messy bun in her hair, with poofy tendrils traveling away from her. As soon as she dropped the books into the deposit, she took a deep breath. She made it! She could go celebrate tonight! She stepped into the place, hair done, and transformed for a few hours into a little vixen, still kinda awkward, but in a delicious little package that reminded Jasper of a golden candy wrapper. He stared at her and she made eye contact with him, then smiled shyly and turned away. She went to find a seat, so that she could size up the room - figure out where the exits were in case of emergency, figure out where her vantage point would be for getting in and out of the bathroom, where she would most likely be more visible, or preferably, most likely not to.. And two guys came up to the table, simultaneously. One, the one that she’d seen earlier had asked if she wanted to dance. The other, a tall blond, asked her if he could buy her a drink. The two men turned to look at each other, challengingly, but then they look each other up and down, rushed towards each other and immediately began kissing. She had found it. The perfect seat.

That wasn’t exactly how it had happened in real life. She had gone out, gotten hit on by about a dozen old men, and went home drunk and depressed, remembering that she had been dumped by her ex and in turn lost her other ex, and she did more drinking when she got home. The dream was a nice little reimagining. 

She wondered what THEY were dreaming about, but shoved her way into the middle of them. They barely resisted her doing so and after she managed to squeeze in between them, both were facing her and laid hands or arms on her in some way or another. That was more like it. Who did they think they were, putting HER on the outside? But, now that she was in the middle with them groping and rested on her. Damn… she’d forgotten how sore she still was… and NOW, she was being poked at by TWO peckers. “Ugh. Good going, Charlotte,” she whispered to herself.

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Jasper was on the dance floor, twerking. Charlotte, at the bar in a tailored suit and a hat dipped low over her eye. Feelgood walked into the place and several patrons paused to see if that was actually him, or if some person was simply going around dressed like him. He came up to the bar and immediately noticed the tiny stud checking him out. She told the bartender, “His drink’s on me,” then, she took a sip of hers, touching the liquid with her tongue, before her lips. He smiled at her and moved closer to thank her, but she put a single finger up to his lips to quiet him, even though she hadn’t glanced at him again since her initial power move. She was watching something, or rather, someone. He turned to see him, a sweaty, beautiful disaster. He understood completely why she didn’t want to be disturbed. 

After a while, the woman beckoned the dancing man with the curve of a perfectly manicured finger, her pinky, glistening with a pink diamond. He came over and she gathered him to herself by the buttcheeks, slapped him across one and kissed him on the ear, “Got you a present, Babe.” She turned him to face Mr. Feelgood. 

Jasper cheered, “I’m such a fan!”

Feelgood said, “I’ve only seen you for five minutes, and I’m a fan, now, as well.” Jasper blushed. 

The woman pressed close to Feelgood, beckoned him down to her, like she’d just done Jasper and he had no choice but to lean closer to her, because she had just commanded it. What was he supposed to do? Deny her? Their faces were joined at the nose and she said, softly, “You’d better not hurt him, or I’ll hurt you. Thank you for your service,” and planted a slow and painful kiss on his lips. The rest of it was a blur of body parts, touching, kissing, the flash of her camera…

Jasper woke up grinding against Charlotte and quickly stopped himself. These dreams were becoming a problem! But, Charlotte was back next to him and facing Henry… Actually, she was laying against Henry’s chest and his fingers were tangled up in her curls. Jasper moved in closer to her and rested his head in her curls and cuffed her to himself, without taking her off of Henry’s chest, because he didn’t wanna disturb her. But, he was also painfully aware of what that last dream had done inside of his shorts. He should probably deal with that? Naw, it’d go away in a while if he ignored it. Whenever it went down, he went back to sleep.He had a filthy, raunchy dream about them. 

It was mostly him speaking very aggressively to Henry and ordering him around, making an object of him and dominating him to serve he and Charlotte. To pleasure them at his command, and cleaning them up. But, with Charlotte, he was not only gentle, but docile, speaking to her as though she were a goddess that he was worshipping through these acts. She was divinity and Henry was a sacrifice. Something that he owned and was offering to her. And Henry was willing to be that to him, to her, for him, for them. But, she explained to him that Henry needed to be pleased and cleaned up to, and asked him nicely if he was willing to do that, for her. Of course, he was. And she collected both of them to her bosom and held their heads in her hands, stroking their hair. 

The situation in his shorts woke him up. UGH! I knew I should have taken care of this! He got up and went into the bathroom and just decided to take a cold shower, since he needed to clean himself up, anyway. He’d read that cold showers curbed libido and apparently, all of his dreams would be lascivious cesspools tonight. His daydream in the shower though was anything but. 

It was them going home together from an amusement park. Charlotte had honeycombs from the rooftop beehives that Henry put there specifically for her and she made them snacks of cheese, edible flowers, fruit, and those honeycombs. She gave the cat some homemade pate that she did herself. She played thunderstorm sounds accompanied by music, and lit candles all over. They talked for a while, laughing about nothing and everything, then kissed, then touched, then… Maybe his daydreams were tainted too. Maybe… this itch just needed to be scratched! Maybe… If they just did this, did it… Everything could just continue on and they didn’t have to think about it this hard anymore. Maybe, he was just hoping for a good excuse to climb back into that bed naked and just let or orchestrate something to happen! This cold shower was VERY uncomfortable and not the LEAST BIT helpful! He turned off the water and shivered as he dried off. Then realized/remembered that his shorts were in no condition to be put back on. He was going to get the towel and go get more, but whenever he was picking them up off of the floor, he heard the bathroom door open and he quickly turned and faced Henry, whose eyes went wide and directly to...well… the jewels. He turned away and covered his face, “Sorry, Dude. I’ll go use another bathroom,” Henry said.

“No, I was just about to go!” Jasper said and wrapped himself in a towel and rushed out, forgetting his shorts. Henry was going to tell him that he had, but when he picked them up, they were still… not wet, but clearly they’d been recently… altered. He chuckled to himself and flung them into his laundry hamper, disturbed that he had been tempted to give them a whiff. 

Whenever he finished using the bathroom and washing his face, he went back to the bedroom and Jasper and Charlotte were gone. Jasper had either woke her up to leave, or had picked her up and carried her out. Henry didn’t want to bother them, but he did want Jasper to know that it was okay and he wasn’t going to do anything because of what he’d seen. He went to check in Charlotte’s room and heard the two of them giggling. The door was cracked, so he peeked in and saw Jasper, releasing his towel and getting in bed, on top of her. He left, but he knew that there was no way that he could go to sleep now. He went back into his room and collected her stones and set them and her paper outside of her bedroom before going back into his own and locking the door. He turned down his lights, opened a bottle of wine from the bedroom wine cooler in his closet, and decided to do a late night wine workout, a bit of wine, a bit of workout to blow off some of his energy, then meditate and finish the wine and then, he might go back to sleep and just hide out in here until those two left… He heard a knock on the door and rolled his eyes. They must’ve left something.  

He opened the door and Char was in a thin little robe and Jasper was in a pair of boxers. “Yeah?”

“Sorry we took off. We had to handle something. Can we come back?” Charlotte asked. 

“Not if you’re bringing those damn crystals. I didn’t get ANY sleep!” Henry complained, but he was really glad that they came back and got out of the way of the door to let them in. Jasper wouldn’t look at him, so he stepped in front of him to make him at least reflexively do so. Jasper and he were face to face and Charlotte laughed, “Now kiss!” She said, playfully. Jasper leaned his head back, but then gave Henry a quick smack on the lips and sidestepped him to go back to the bed. Henry licked his lips. They tasted like Char. He smiled and blushed and asked, “Does anybody want a bottle of inexpensive wine?”

“I’ll take one.”

“I’ll take a couple,” Jasper said. Henry handed Charlotte a bottle and handed Jasper one white, one red.

“Hey… if you two lived here, what kinda stuff would you like to add or take away to or from the house?” Henry asked.

They began talking at the same time and Henry, after years of this, even though it had been a while, managed to hear every single word that they both said. A patch of indoor grass for yoga and meditation, rooftop beekeeping, a colossal sasquatch plushie… “Hey, wait… I had a dream that I won you one of those! I thought I made that up in my head. Are there colossal sasquatch plushies somewhere?”

“You won ME one?” Jasper asked in excitement. 

“Yeah! We went on the ferris wheel and I went down on both of you,” Henry said, laughing. 

“Oh!” Jasper didn’t know how else to reply. “Just throwing it out there, I guess.”

“Well, it’s obviously Char’s fault, because she’s the one who brought in the sex dream crystals.”

“I brought in crystals for dream clarity and recall. Nobody told you to think of going down on people on a ferris wheel. Don’t put this on those crystals.”

“I’m putting it on you!” Henry said. “You wore a chocolate skin tight dress all day, and a silky short set to bed, especting somebody to have decent thoughts.”

“ESPECTING?” Jasper repeated, laughing. “How much wine have YOU had?” 

“How much jizz did you have in your shorts when I found you naked in my bathroom?” Henry asked. 

“WHOA!” Charlotte said and her eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me that Henry saw you naked! Is… that why you needed a late night fix?”

“I needed that before the Henry incident. I took a shower, I wasn’t wrapped in a towel, and he came in to use the bathroom. I promptly covered myself and left.”

“And came to get me for a quickie,” Charlotte said.

“Which I needed BEFORE the cold shower I’d just taken, that didn’t work.”

“Relax. I barely saw anything. All I saw was his butt bent over and like 2.5 seconds of dingle. Are you shaving now?”

“I try to keep things orderly,” Jasper said.

“Good job.”

“Show us your stuff,” Charlotte said to Henry.

“Do what now?” Yeah, huh?” Henry and Jasper replied.

“He saw our dick and we should see his,” Charlotte said.

“Our?” Henry said. “You… You gotta… I don’t remember seeing YOUR…” 

She grabbed a handful of Jasper’s and confirmed, “This is OURS. Show us YOURS.”

“Ours is… awakened,” Jasper said quietly. She didn’t let go. Henry looked at Jasper, wondering if this was an honest request or demand. Jasper knew what his look meant. “I do believe that she means it,” he said. 

Henry laughed and stood up, “Fine. Okay…” He pulled down his pajama bottoms and reached for his boxers, “I mean… it’s just private parts under these. No… not any…”

“SHOW US YOUR DICK!” 

“OKAY!” Henry pulled his boxers down and Charlotte screamed and laughed. “Wow. You are a mean lady,” he said and pulled his shorts back up.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. I just can’t believe you listened to me!” She laughed onto Jasper’s chest. Jasper hadn’t laughed. He’d looked right at it and it didn’t seem to be a laughing matter to him. “Nice landscaping. Is it flames?”

“It’s supposed to be a tulip,” Henry said, looking into his shorts. “I couldn’t do a daisy, but I’m definitely practicing.”

“It’s nice,” Jasper said, softly. 

“Yeah, Jasper’s jumped at the sight of it!” 

“You can’t drink anymore around Henry,” Jasper said and took her practically empty wine bottle. She gave him a threatening look, but he just kissed her on the nose and said, “So, I guess you’re not showing us anything?”

“You both know what it looks like,” she said. 

“Henry doesn’t. I doubt that you had the same thing going on when you two were together.”

“You’re right, I didn’t,” she said and smiled. But didn’t make any move to show anybody anything. Instead, she said, “So, Hen. I have a Bermuda Triangle piercing…” he gasped. “I get a Brazilian wax, front to back, but leave a patch of hair at the mons pubis, and it’s trimmed like an arrow pointing down, and above the arrow is a little Adinkra power of love symbol tattoo. My stuff is too much for your eyes to handle. You can’t even handle the description.” 

All he said was, “I don’t know what kinda tattoo you mean. I think you need to show me so I won’t be ignorant.”

“Google it,” she said and laughed. 

“How hot is it, Jasp?”

“Super hot. I mean, all of her is, but it's like… unf.” Henry undressed and Jasper and Charlotte watched, speechless. 

He got naked and said, “I’m going to bed like this. This is how I like to sleep and this is how I’m gonna sleep.” 

Charlotte said, “Aight, I’m head out…” And she and Jasper cackled, but she didn’t head out. 

Henry got up and asked, “Any more wine for anybody else?”

“You don’t think you’ve have enough, huh?” Jasper wondered. Henry came out with three bottles and passed them around. Charlotte set hers aside and Jasper opened his. 

“I’m going to sleep, so that I can get up and see the sunrise in a few hours. You two have fun. Be safe,” she said. 

“We’re not doing anything without you,” Henry said, opening the bottle. She fought a smile. “This is a… triad. So, sweet dreams,” he said and kissed her on the forehead… Like he wasn’t stark naked. 

“You… too…” She said and laid down. He dimmed the lights a little more and Jasper climbed under the covers and removed his shorts, as well. But, he was gonna finish this bottle and go to sleep. He didn’t know if he was trying to watch the sunrise. But, he hoped to at least get some sleep. Henry locked the door back, just in case Ray, Schwoz, or worse, PIPER, came through the place. He’d have a hell of a time explaining any of this. He was just figuring out himself what he wanted and needed.

Song: Malevolence Artist: New Years Day

In my sophomore year of high school, I transferred schools in the spring from being a Whiting Warrior to a Winnebago Indian. I was back in the place where I knew everyone and everything. I was home, and I felt safe and loved. Every time I walked around my high school hallways, I would receive welcoming words and hugs from almost everyone there.

I managed to score a position in the school musical: The Jungle Book, right before the deadline. I was an extra, dancer, and singer. During this time I met someone who would change my life…

For the worst.

He was charismatic, indeed. He had a great sense of humor. He hung out with the jocks, yet he didn’t belong with them. He was an outcast, and he was in the musical, he liked theatre, like me. He was also a good friend’s brother. He also, used very charming words when he spoke to me.

The fool I was, I believed every word he said to me. “I never had anyone like you.”, “You’re special to me.”, and the most famous one, “I love you more than anything and anyone.” He was what I imagined a prince to be like, strong, gentle, funny, and sweet. In fact, he even asked me out one day, and I was so happy that of course, I said yes. After all, he loved me more than anyone right? I couldn’t just deny someone like that who had such high hopes of me. I even introduced him to my father, but never my mother.

Then, we had our first kiss. It was early in the morning before school started. He and I were walking around the high school hallways in the building. In the back hallway where all the fine art classes were, he pulled me to the side where the cameras wouldn’t see us. The walls surrounding us and provided a shadow, a blank spot. He leaned in to kiss me gently. I kissed him back, with the thought in mind that this was perfect. That thought went away when he turned a sweet kiss into a makeout session at school. He groped me, then bit on my lip all at once. I should’ve taken that as a warning sign that he wasn’t the prince I wanted.

Almost every day we were together, I’d have people warn me about him. Some of these people were friends and cousins who’ve dated him, “He’ll ruin you,” “He’ll cheat on you,” “He’s not right for you.” I listened to these people since some of them were close to me. When I went home from school one day, I blocked him on all social media. Trying to never talk to him. Again, I was the fool. I didn’t think about how I would have to see him at school the next day.

When I saw him again, he pulled me into a dark hallway behind the theatre, telling me that everything would be okay, that he’s not the same person the girls warned me about, that people change, and that I should’ve talked to him about it. According to him, it broke his heart. I wanted to help heal the damage I caused, giving him my heart in return.

One day he insisted I meet his family. I already knew his sister, why not meet the rest? I decided that I didn’t want to go alone. I brought my best friend with me.

His mother was so lovely and kind, so were his brothers. He even showed me his room. At this point, my best friend left the place to go outside. He turned the lights off then kissed me, slowly pulling me with him to his bed. The way I landed on top of him, I knew that his kiss screamed lust. He asked for me to take his virginity away from him, I refused as I was a virgin who was waiting until marriage to give myself away. Shortly after that, he claimed he was my soul mate and that we would get married. I quote “Baby since we’re going to get married, can we have sex? You know I’m yours.” he said those words exactly.

One night, I decided to stay the night at good friend’s place. He did the same, seeing as our friend group was pretty much the same. Our friend would sleep in one side of the room while he and I would fall asleep, cuddling one another. That was what our plan was.

The main reason I stayed at my friend’s house is that I wanted her to dye my hair navy blue, she agreed to. Before we got tired and went to bed, she put the blue manic panic dye in my hair. After twenty minutes, I went to go wash it out. I spent a decent amount of time in her bathroom trying not to get the color to stain her sink. Then he knocked on the door, claiming he was going to help me wash it out. I let him in then went back to the sink. He then hugged me from behind, kissing my neck, telling me he’s going to be gentle, telling me he’s going to take my virginity away while I’m bent over the sink, looking in the mirror at myself with him holding me down. He was strong, that was a fact. If I tried to break away from his hold, I wouldn’t stand a chance. He continued kissing my neck, his hands trailed up and down my body. Then he removed my leggings, and underwear, then tried to put himself inside of me. I shook my head, then told him I wanted to finish washing the color out of my hair. He tried to argue with me, then left me alone. When he exited my friend’s bathroom, I pulled my underwear and leggings back up. This should’ve been a huge warning sign.

I returned to my friend’s room and bed when my hair was dry. I didn’t overthink of what happened because I knew how guys around my age acted. It seemed he was already asleep in my friend’s bed. I laid next to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. I enjoyed the cuddles, I did. My friend and I just talked about music for the next few hours until we fell asleep.

Sometime during that night, he woke me up. Complaining he was turned on, and wanted me to do something about it. I’m not an object. I told him that I just wanted to sleep. “But baby, you’re just so sexy that I can’t help myself.” is what he said. I told him the same thing; I wanted to sleep. This time my friend overheard us. “Just go back to sleep already *his name*” she said in a tired voice. He reluctantly agreed.

In the morning, I was awoken this time with his hand down my pants. I didn’t know how to react, I’ve never been in that situation. His fingers were inside of me, and his other hand was wrapped over my mouth, telling me to be quiet.

Then, it was obvious what happened from there on out. He was determined to lose his virginity, and he did in our friend’s bed, while she slept on the floor across the room from us. He asked once more if we could have sex. I figured at that rate, he would ask me the same question to no end. I never told him “yes”, I said “You might as well.,” Then he stole my virginity and lost his. 

Throughout the rest of my sophomore year, he hooked up with me on a regular schedule, even into the summer. At this rate, I was the tool he used — a puppet. He played my strings to pleasure him, and I was the pretty doll that did everything he wanted. I wanted to break up with him, but I knew that it would hurt his feelings, and I hate to hurt people like that. I would sacrifice my happiness for his. That wasn’t the only thing I sacrificed for him… I surrendered my relationship with my best friend. How painful.

At the beginning of May, he broke up with me. I was in tears. I couldn’t go to my best friend to talk. She wasn’t that anymore. I couldn’t turn to my other friends either, they all hung out with him in my time of need. I needed someone to be next to me. I tried to go to my sister, but all she said was  “That’s what you get.” Then I found someone; I had her from the very beginning: A childhood friend of twelve years, and ex-girlfriend of the devil who broke both of our hearts. She was the shoulder I cried into, she protected me and did whatever she could to help me. One morning when I went to school, I cried so much. I didn’t want to see him anymore. She walked the high school hallways with me that morning, so I wasn’t alone. When she found him, she ushered me into my speech coach’s classroom, then tried to fight him. I know things went too far then, but I didn’t stop her, she was the only one there for me.

For the next six months, I couldn’t get over him. I hated myself for that. He’s the reason I would cry almost every night, spend most of my summer alone, and lose some good friendships. When he ended back in my inbox, you best as hell know I went back to him. Then, of course, he used me like before, again, and again, and again. I knew it wasn’t healthy, but he told me he loved me. Of course, I listened to him when he said: “I love you.” If having sex was the only way to keep him, I gave him my all.

I explained to my sister one day everything that happened. She put me in my place, made me take him off social media and called me a fool for going back to him. The fool I was.

I needed to learn how to say no. I needed to stay away from him. I needed him to feel the same way I felt. Hatred. My blood boiled everytime I seen that beast. Instead of getting angry, I cried. I cried for my childhood friend, for someone to help me, for someone to take me away. For someone to hurt him, like he hurt me.

He hid behind those looks and humor, his mask. Now I’m able to see right through it no matter how hard he tries. I know the monster that he is, he can’t fool me no more. I can no longer play the princess in this story. Instead I became the terrifying dragon, that hunts for the prince in pure rage.

I’m not your puppet anymore.

How would the GMS characters react to MC killing someone in self defense? How would they console her?

Audrey and MC weren’t always on the best of terms.  She knew that, but when MC was late getting out of rehearsal and saw Audrey being harassed by some stranger, she didn’t hesitate to try and help.  The two of them were almost hidden along side the dumpster, giving MC little room as she approached them.

 The person warned her to back off, that it was just between them and Audrey.  To turn around and walk away.  MC tried to offer for them to go a nearby cafe and talk it out.  She tried to reach around them and take Audrey’s hand when the stranger hit her, knocking her away.  They said that was her last warning before they turned to Audrey, reaching into their pocket.  Saying they were going to go somewhere less crowded.

MC tried again, attempting to keep calm and defuse whatever the situation was.  She didn’t expect the butt of a gun to strike her, causing her to fall back against the random assortment of objects leaning and laying around the trash.  The person turned on her as MC groped, feeling a cold metalic object in her hand.  With the ringing in her ears she couldn’t hear the conversation between Audrey and them.  She stumbled to her feet, trying to warn the them to leave, but when they raised the gun to Audrey.  “You stupid Bitch.”

MC swung.

It was a few moments before she realized they weren’t just unconscious, her body ran cold as she tried to hold Audrey who was screaming.  It was a few moments before she remembered her phone and called for the police.  

Shortly after the police arrived and took statements he showed up.

Sherlock Holmes

He didn’t need to know what happened, he figured it out just walking up and seeing what was laid out before him.  He waited until MC was ready to go home and walked along in silence with her.  It wasn’t something that could be blown off or rushed.  If she needed or wanted to talk about it he was there for her.  It happened one night while they were in bed, she had a dream about the guy and woke up crying. Sherlock was awake and aware in moments. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her close.  He explained the likelihood of what could’ve happened if she hadn’t been there.  Hoping that he could help remind her that she is a good person, no matter what her mind tells her.  But research tells him it’s all a process that will take time.

John Watson

He had to talk to an officer for a while when he first got there, to make sure he understood what had happened.  At first he thought MC had been injured, but when he found out he went a little cold.  There was guilt that he hadn’t been there to protect her from that, to do it for her, but there was no going back. He was smiles and tried to keep himself from babying her, but it was hard not to.  When MC was ready to talk about he already had a list of a few therapists he thought might be good to talk to.  He had talked to a few of them when he had come back.

James Moriarty

He didn’t fully understand the problem.  He knew that someone hurt his MC, he could see it by the bruises, and in his opinion the guy got what was coming to him, and so good riddance.  But it was still painful to see how MC seemed to turn more and more inward until he couldn’t take it anymore.  He sat her down on their bed, but he knelt in front of her.  So even though she had trouble looking up, meeting his eye, he could still gaze into her face.  Asking that she let him in, let him know what was wrong and how he could fix it.  She would admit to feeling terrible.  That even though she felt like it was an accident, that she didn’t mean to, it still made her a bad guy.  He was silent before he asked “does my history make me a bad person?”  Surprised she would squeak out a no and try to explain what she meant. But James just kissed her on the nose, “you were a hero.  You might not like the results, but in the end you were a hero.  Just as you’re still as beautiful and lovely and the same rose I fell in love with inside and out.”  

Mycroft Holmes

He would hear about it almost immediately and be waiting patiently with a car for MC.  Firstly he would take her to a doctor to make sure there was no lasting physical damage, afterwards he would try to keep things to their usual routine.  If she needed to talk about it he would be there to listen.  If she needed to be held he would hold her tightly until she told him he could let her go.  He didn’t know how she wanted to be comforted, or if she would need it.  So he would read it as needed. 

Jack Stillman

Let’s be honest he wouldn’t see the big deal, but he’d put on an act about worrying about MC when they were right there.  He might even joke about it once they are alone.  But the moment she starts shaking, starts questioning if it was the right thing to do, he would hold her hand or if she was shaking too much, he would hug her.  Trying to get her to calm down while explaining that there was no other option, and she should be more proud of defending herself and her ‘friend’.  If that doesn’t work he has a neat little coin he’d like to show her. 

Sebastian Moran

He is watching MC very closely from the moment he heard what happened, but if she wants comfort she has to go to him.  He would rub her back, caress her arms, lay down with her on their bed and cuddle, anything to let her know that he was there for her.  He didn’t know how to answer the questions or comments she made.  It was just a fact of life, though he deeply regretted not being the one to take care of it for her. 

Jeremy Cassel

Offers to take her on vacation.  Get out of town for a while, go somewhere else.  Maybe she would rather go home and play dress up and go out and pretend to be other people for a while.  The name of the game is try not to think about it.  So anytime she started to tear up, tremble, his hand was right there to hold her hand and wipe away her tears.  Anything to help get that night to be a distant memory.

Hercule Poirot

John isn’t the only one who thinks talking to a specialist would help, but firstly he wanted to make sure MC knew that she was still good.  He would bring her home and have a bit of a spa night, reminding her of all the good things she’s done and then try to get her talking about Audrey.  Focusing on the good element from her actions. 

George Lestrade

There were procedures to follow, and even though she wasn’t a cop he had some questions for her to determine how she was feeling afterwards.  He was happy when he got her home and could make her a hot drink.  But as they sat on the sofa, her with her Cinnamon Tea, and George with some cheap hot chocolate, it was hard to get those questions out.  He tried to skim over them, but honestly it wasn’t going to work out.  They would come up later, but first they were going to marathon her favorite cheesy movies while snuggling on the sofa. While George ignored the dampness on his shirt from where MC rested her head.

(older) Mikah Hudson

He is not convinced she was not harmed in someway.  He tries to do everything for her.  Treating her as if she was made out of crystal, ready to shatter.  She wonders if he looks down on her, but in truth he just wished that she didn’t have to go through it.  It’ll take MC telling him that she is capable of doing things to get him to stop, and talk to her about it.  Which they do laying next to each other until the sunrises. 

The guys, for the most part, all understand that MC needs them.  That they want her to know that she is loved and still a good person no mater how she feels after that.  Death is a part of their lives, it is unavoidable, though having blood on your hands is another thing. 

Trauma

One thing I’m starting to learn is that often when it comes to ‘traumatic events’, that it’s not just the one particular event that just stays with you and that eventually you can somehow get over it. I’m also realising it’s near impossible to just ‘get over it’, since subsequent little events after the catalyst (that by themselves would be almost nothing) add to the already existing mental turbulence. I guess in a kind of snowballing effect.

Whilst I hate the ‘victim complex’ with a passion and I can’t stand people feeling sorry for me or acting like/thinking that I’m broken or damaged, I have to admit there are difficult things that I am struggling to deal with, because of this snowballing effect. Every time I think that maybe I have moved past what has happened to me something else ‘triggers’ it, and all these bad memories come flooding back. Now not only do I have all the previous events to try and process, there’s now a new one to add to the pile.

November 2017 I was raped. Even looking at the sentence doesn’t feel real, it doesn’t feel like it belongs to me. Is that because I don’t believe I was actually raped? Maybe it’s because I don’t think I did enough to stop it, or the guy wasn’t aware that I didn’t want to so it technically doesn’t count. Honestly I don’t think he was aware; I froze, I didn’t know what to do even though every fibre in me was screaming to get out. And he probably processed that as consent. Regardless of whether he knew what he was doing or whether it would count as rape in the eyes of the law, someone had sex with me when I didn’t want them to and I’m still feeling the effects of that. I got back together with my ex-boyfriend very shortly after, and whilst he was good at the start, it started to break down. He said on a couple of occasions that he wanted to hit me, and would say awful things when he was drunk that would reduce me to tears but always said he never remembered saying them. One time when I was sobbing on his kitchen floor about what had happened to me saying that it’s all my fault and I didn’t do enough to stop it; his only response was ‘Yeah probably’. Another time we were having sex when drunk and I said something I thought was funny, he stopped and said “I don’t want to have sex with you anymore but I’m going to anyway.” When I got upset about this he proceeded to blame me, saying it was my fault because I always made him feel worthless and disappointing. Which was absolutely not true, since I always went out of my way to make sure he didn’t feel like that. All this contributed to me feeling like my body wasn’t my own and I only had myself to blame for anything done to me.

Even to this day I can only really have sex when drunk (bar maybe once or twice in the 18+ months since it happened). Most of the time when I’m sober the thought of someone touching me repulses me, makes me feel physically sick. Not just because of that one event, but because of the many that would follow.

Late July/early August last year, something similar happened to me again. I was talking to someone in a hostel and he seemed nice. We talked for a few hours and had a few drinks (to the point where I was getting a little bit drunk) and some other men came over to join us. I noticed he started getting extremely jealous when I was talking to the other guys and kept trying to pull me away. He kept trying to kiss me and I kept being very uncertain as to what to do. After each time I pulled away he would say he wouldn’t do it again but then a few minutes later kiss me again. I agreed to go back to his room with him, but in my mind it was only to sleep and cuddle. He had different ideas. When I was falling asleep he tried to undo my shorts and stick his hands down them. When I jumped up, called him out on it and tried to leave he wouldn't let me, so I had to lock myself in the bathroom and call my friend whilst he was banging on the door. She called the hostel reception and got them to escort me back to my room. The thing that really hurt about that event was a male friend blamed me for it, saying I was drunk and I shouldn’t have been drinking with him if he was horny and I shouldn't have gone back to his room. Basically he was saying that it was my fault.

Once again it felt like I was to blame for what was happening. A few days earlier a guy I was with on a night out had repeatedly tried to kiss me even though each time I told him to stop and pulled away. He didn’t care and just kept trying. He even said ‘I can’t believe I’m getting rejected and by a girl from Leeds as well.’ Apparently my consent didn’t matter because of where I came from. And that feeling stuck with me. I have already talked about how a guy I really liked and trusted with the information about what had happened to me once again tried to put his hands down my pyjamas multiple times whilst I stayed over at his. At uni there have been multiple occasions where guys I’ve either slept with or are just sharing a bed with have tried to grope me in my sleep. And now the most recent event: my flatmate and I had been taking cocaine in one of the other flats and had both gone to bed. He messaged me inviting me into his room. I went just to make sure he was okay since he had taken a lot and had been drinking, and laid down next to him. Since he has a girlfriend and the previous events were still in my mind, I stayed a good distance away and on top of the duvet. However he tried to put his hand up my jumper and pull my hand down to his crotch I’m assuming to try and put them down his boxers. I quickly left and got into bed to try and process what had happened. He repeatedly messaged me and even tried to come into my room (luckily I had locked the door). But for the countless time someone didn’t care about my consent. It seemed that men only saw me as something to fuck and I was supposed to just go along with it and let it happen. I have received multiple messages from multiple different people all saying in crude terms how they want to fuck me, people stalking me in clubs, people trying to assault me or grope me, people tricking me into having sex without a condom even when I specifically said to use one. Because people were sexually attracted to me, that was a reason enough to harass me with the goal of getting me to sleep with them. No one cared about my autonomy or even thought it existed. So if no one else respects my body and my right to say yes or no why the fuck should I?

I stayed at a guys flat recently because the journey home was too expensive. He repeatedly kept making passes at me and I repeatedly kept shaking him off. At that point I was used to it so it didn’t bother me too much. But then the next morning he said “That’s something I [rate/respect, I can’t remember which] about you, that you didn’t shag me on the first night.” So there was my confirmation. My attempt to process and counteract what people had done to me by I guess sleeping around a bit, because it was the only way I felt I could get control back of my body and my ability to consent meant that I wasn’t worthy of respect anymore. I didn’t deserve respect before either from my boyfriend or from strangers and now by trying to cope with that by taking control, I was now worth even less.

Someone said to me recently that ‘sex isn’t the end goal here’. I want to believe them, I genuinely do but I can’t. It’s been so long since I felt like I was worth more to men than a quick fuck, and everyone I’ve trusted so far has broken that trust by trying to assault me as soon as my guard is down. A male friend stayed in my bed with me recently, and he rested his hand on my waist. I have known this boy for years, but as soon as he touched me my heart rate just spiked and I froze. I completely trusted him, but someone of the opposite sex touching me especially in bed and when we’d been drinking brought back all these memories and I had to try hard to stop myself from panicking.

Trauma is more than the sum of all it’s parts. Most of the things that have happened to me are relatively small and would be almost inconsequential on their own. But every time a new one is added to the list, I’m forced to relive every single one all over again. It’s ruined my relationships with people, it’s completely destroyed my trust and self worth. The sheer number of times this has happened often makes me think if it’s something I’m doing, there must be something about me that makes people think they can do that. Something about me means I don’t deserve to be seen as a person who can decide for myself what I do or don’t want to do with people. I’m in a catch-22: the only way I can be intimate with people now is by drinking or taking drugs to the point where I don’t think about what could happen and I don’t feel physically sick by the thought of someone touching me. But that also means I’m not in a state to realise when I’m being taken advantage of. I don’t know how to get over this innate fear that someone will try assault me again at the next opportunity but I’m hoping soon I’ll find a less destructive way of processing it.

Sssilence Is Key

I Think I Was Taken Advantage of when I was 14 years old. When I was a freshman I had a sleepover at my friend's house , lets call her Valerie. She had an older brother, lets call him Victor, he was almost 20 years old at this time.

  Earlier that week I had gotten out of an abusive relationship with my first high school boyfriend. I had done almost everything with him besides sex and when I wouldn't go all the way he got very angry. I had finally worked up the courage to leave him so I was in a very emotional state. I didn't have the best home life so Valerie's family was like a second family to me.

  That day was pretty normal, I got dropped off, her brother's friend, Ernie, drove all of us to the mall where I met a boy from school who I really liked. The four of us went back to her house to pick up Victor and we all went to the Park near her house. I had literally spend all day kissing, holding hands, and talking to this boy, Brody...Who later moved to Vegas causing us to breakup. Eventually we had to go back home to Valerie's. I said goodbye to Brody and he said the Victor kept giving him a nasty look... Victor was like a brother to me so i figured he was just being protective... I told him not to worry about it.  

  When we got back to Valerie's we decided to all go to Victor's room and watch "Ma Ma". Valerie & I sat in front of the TV while Victor laid in his bed and Ernie laid in the other bed across the room. About half way through the movie Valerie moved into the bed with Ernie and told me to go sit with Victor... I did it because I didn't want to sit all alone.

   *Warning this is gonna make some people uncomfortable*

  I started to jump at certain parts of the movie, so much so I didn't realize Victor had put his arm around me. He began whispering in my ear and telling me how beautiful I was. He wanted me to "play a game"... He gradually started to kiss my neck...And I kept pulling away at first, then he grabbed me by the face and started kissing me... I knew it was wrong but I kissed back because Valerie was already doing stuff with Ernie and I didn't want to be called a wimp. He eventually forced his weight on top of me so that we were laying down. He started kissing down my neck again until he reached my stomach and then he put his head between my legs. I said "NO" and sat up really quickly. But before I could get up he got on top of me again and he kept telling me to "Relax" and to just "let it happen". We made out for maybe about 20 mins or so until he put his hands down my pants and started to play with me. I tried to pull his hand out of my pants but he was stronger than me. The entire time he was telling me how special I was, and all this stuff and I began to relax for the most part, because I thought is was so cool that a 20 year old was actually into me, and let him do whatever he wanted. He told me to play with him so I did until I got really uncomfortable and I said "We need to stop it's not right"and instead of listening he went under the covers and started giving me oral sex... Yet, again I kept saying "Stop" but he said my body wasn't agreeing with what I was saying so he was going to "cheer me up"and make me forget about everything. He then said we would just cuddle and he spooned me while we watched the movie. He traced circles on my hips and all of a sudden started pulling down my short and tried to force me to have anal sex with him. When I tried to say "no" this time he covered my mouth and I started crying and Valerie heard and he finally stopped. After that he went back to cuddling me and being all cute... Then foolish me kept thinking that I didn't want this, it wasn't right, I wasn't comfortable, and I didn't know why I wouldn't get up. To be honest I was scared... But at the same time Maybe I did want all of that to happen... Maybe it was how things should be.

               *End of the first encounter*

    He kept texting me for months on end and I slept over a lot after the Incident and he was being really cute almost every time... Not in front of his family though because, did I mention he had a girlfriend who was actually a Senior at my High School that I was friends with. At one point he actually came out on the balcony when I was smoking a cigarette and he had his arms around me as we looked at the stars.... But I couldn't get what happened out of my head. Every time I was near him I got a sick feeling. He always would find excuses to get close to me or touch me... I felt hopeless and confused.

        The last time I ever slept over he texted me while I was in his sisters room asleep until I woke up. He said he wanted to talk and to come to his room really quickly. So I did when I got in there and threw me on the bed and pulled my pants off and said "You need to feel what my new Tongue piercing feelings like when I eat you"...Now obviously at this point I thought he had legit feelings for me so I let him have his fun and we cuddle after the fact...

        It has been almost 4 years since that happened to me... Im older now and I realize that something was really wrong here...

     A grow man seduced me and took advantage of me for his own personal game....

    I've started to have nightmares about it...

         I've seen him multiple times since then and I can't even look at him. Last time I saw Victor was the Halloween of my Junior year. Our mutual friend invited him and his Girlfriend, and her son, to a Haunted maze with us. He stayed really close behind me in the maze and even groped my butt a few times. But I didn't feel the same about him as I did before something was off.

It wasn't until my nightmares began that I realized what had happened... I was taken advantage of and it was all my fault. I've never been able to have another guy please me orally... I can't enjoy it no matter how hard I try.... And It is all his fault... I can't talk to anyone and I don't want to put this somewhere people could figure out it was me... so I made a blog and I'm writing it here...

   But to any young girl this may happen to... Don't be afraid to speak out it's never too late...  

Meet Me In Hyde Park

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUTT AF

I yawned turning over in my soft cosy bed, I giggled feeling my favourite toy under me so I grabbed it and pulled it out from under my stomach my nice blue plastic vibrator I must have fallen asleep when I was done again so I go out my bed pulling down my shirt to hide my naked pussy even if I am alone, I pulled off the duvet to make my bed seeing all the toys from last night and the obvious wet patch in the middle of my bed, I giggled blushing hard so I got my phone and sent a picture to my boyfriend starting to pack It all away

Thomas 💜🍆:

Oooohhh good morning.

Somebody was a busy girl this morning ;) <3

Y/n (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤:

Not this morning last night after you went to bed 😍😍

Thomas 💜🍆:

Ohhh? So you lied to me?

You said you where going straight to sleep?

That you where tried.

You dirty little liar.

Do I have to come over there and give you a spanking this morning

Y/n (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤:

Noooo I'll be good Tommy,

I just missed you too much 😭😭

Thomas 💜🍆:

Ohhh? My little princess missed me so much she had to fuck herself with her plastic toys?

I best not leave you alone so long again.

It's alright princess,

Thank you for the sexy picture of your dirty bed ;)

You think you could manage one of you in your PJ's? Masters trying to deal with his morning wood princess

Y/n (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤:

I don't know If i should Tommy, maybe If I knee what you where up to?

Maybe you should send one so it's fair?

Thomas 💜🍆:

Humm....

Can't argue with that logic princess ;)

I stood making myself a cup of tea having at last gotten dressed I still felt all giggly often rubbing my thighs together as I stood making tea as I heard my phone go off

Thomas 💜🍆:

Hey, what you up to today princess?

Y/n (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤:

Nothing, just staying at home watching TV why?

Thomas 💜🍆:

Meet me in Hyde Park, at 11.

I wanna see my little princess 😘😘😘😘😘

So I giggled and got ready having a quick shower and getting changed into the little yellow dress I know Thomas likes me in and heading off on the tube to Hyde park having to avoid the lust eyes of people on the underground I felt someone slap my arse as I stood on a platform checking my watch and I sighed going up to Hyde park entrance where Thomas was stood in his dark blue jeans and light blue button down with his leather jacket too, his hair a mess and his sunglasses over his eyes a cigarette in his lips as his hands dug around in his jacket pockets for his lighter to lit said ciggerette, I was a little surprised to see his stubble he had last I saw him had grown so much but I suppose he's happy and I was curious what it would feel like when kissing him and when doing..other things that involve that mouth. He found the lighter in the back pocket of his jeans lighting the ciggerette and putting his lighter back taking the ciggerette from his mouth and blowing the smoke out as he did he spotted me and a smirk crawled onto his lips and he wolf whistled at me

"You wore the dress I like" he smirked

"I did" I giggled going closer and he smirked putting his ciggerette out and giving me a cuddle wrapping his arms around me his hands on the small of my back so I rested my own on his chest as he rested his chin on my head

"Hello Princess" he smiled

"Hi Tommy" I giggled "I missed you"

"N'awww I missed you too" he says giving my head a kiss so I nuzzled closer "come on, let's go for a walk" he says holding my hand and tugging me along with him.

After a while we found a cosy spot anyway from most people next to a few bushes we sat down on the grass and I cuddled into his shoulder

"N'awww hello princess" he smiled wrapping his arm around me sitting his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him I smiled sitting up and giving his lips a kiss he smiled giving me a kiss too then one on my cheek and another on my jaw and little kisses down my neck starting to make a hiki making me giggle "ummm I've missed you Princess" he smirked between kisses and sucks on my neck and I felt his hand going under my dress so I stopped him "what's the matter?" He asks

"Thomas what are you doing?" I complain

"I wanted to fool around with my princess, why?" He asked

"But Thomas where outside, in the middle of Hyde park and we-" I began

"But we haven't seen each other in months, can't blame me for.... wanting to make my girlfriend feel good again" he smirked trying to kiss me I let him kiss me his hand resting on my knee I happily kissed back I noticed his hand moving to my thigh but I didn't worry about it not until it reached my panties

"Thomas!" I said pushing his hand away and he did not look happy with me

"Y/n" he sighed "I've been away nearly six months, I haven't seen you in almost seven, all that time away from my beautiful girlfriend, and when I do finally get to see her again, you wear that slutty little dress you know I can't resist, and you won't even let me play with your pretty little princess parts? How's that fair" he complained

"You can Thomas just not here" i complain

"Well...we both know I can't wait till we get back to your place" he smirked grabbing my hand and rubbing my hand on his hard buldge in his jeans "and my place is even further, ohh well guess I'll have to fuck you here" he smirked grabbing my waist and pulling me onto his lap he instantly licked his bottom lip looking at me sat on him as he held my hips and moved me ontop of him "uuummmmm princess, just a little play, it's all I ask darling" he smirked pulling my dress down to expose my breasts as I didn't wear a bra today I instantly tried to cover my bare chest but he slapped my hands away holding then tight behind me with his own "humm" he chuckled "and you didn't want me to fuck you? Why else would my little princess not wear her bra unless she was expecting masters cock" he smirked groping my breast with his free hand and kissing the other he gently biting and sucking on the other nipple

"Thomas no!" I complain trying to pull my dress up deathly afraid of someone seeing us

"No? N'awwwww you really think you have a choice darling" he smirked pushing me down onto the grass "you let me or I'm handcuffing those rejecting little hands behind your back and using you like a whore? Your choice Princess" he growled

"Thomas no someone will see us" I complain

"Cuffs it is then princess" he smirked I tried to fight him but Thomas knows me to well and he's fair to strong for me as he and cuffed my wrists behind my back with a little metal pair he had in his jacket pocket forcing me to lay on the tickly grass on my little dress "uuummmm look at my pretty little princess, laid on the grass with her tits and he pussy out" he smirked flicking my dress up revealing my little white lace panties If anyone where to glance over to us they would have seen everything I tried to shut my thighs but Thomas wasn't having that he pushed my thighs as apart as they would go and smirked rubbing on my clit thought my thin panties with his rough fingers I was surprised they where so rough but he must have been motorcycle tinkering again his hands always get rough when he's tinkering I groaned trying to squirm away from his pleasurable touching "humm no, don't run away" he smirked "give into it darling, accept the pleasure" he growled "cum for me y/n, right here in Hyde park, where everyone can see what a slut you are" he smirked between kisses down my neck "let master play with your Princess parts beautiful" he smirked

"Thomas" I whined

"N'awww is it not enough princess? Does it not feel as good as normal? How about I go under these slutty panties then? Or better yet how about I just rip them off? Let the whole of London see your princess parts" he smirked tugging at the lace

"No Thomas in begging please" I plead but it was too late as he ripped them off me shredding the lace throwing it onto the grass rubbing in my clit and slipping his finger a little inch inside me

"Ummm so wet" he groans "I know you love when we play outside darling" he smirked Pushing his fingers deep inside me slowly finger fucking me as his thumb rubbed my clit he laid beside me on the grass his other hand gropeing my chest

"Thomas....stop it" I whine

"Not till my Princess cums" he smirked speeding up his hand "so cum, before I take that dress off you too and leave you naked where everyone can see you" he smirked "maybe I'll leave you here, chain you up like a little puppy and leave you for all those other London men to come and use all your pretty holes princess" he smirked

"No Thomas please" I begged

"N'aww don't worry Princess I wouldn't do that, your all mine. You really think I could bare the thought of someone else touching you Princess, I just know you like when they can look" he growled "makes you feel good doesn't it, knowing they could see your princess parts if they only looked over at you, because your a little whore and you love to let them watch" he smirked "come on Princess cum for me, before I raw fuck that pussy of yours and leave you naked dripping my seed on the fucking grass baby"

"Uhhhhh Thomas!" I sqeualed trying to be quiet as I rocketed into an orgasum riding it out on his fingers as I squirted onto my dress and the grass

"N'awww that's my girl" he smiled giving my lips a little kiss and pulling my dress up to cover my breasts Letting me out the handcuffs "your place, let's go Princess" he smirked pulling me up off the grass and rushing off to the tube station...