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chocolatte-and-despair · 4 months

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woaah in that case I'd looove to hear about a yandere classmate with kind of a delinquent reader ^^

Yandere Classmate | Hugo

Content warning: Smoking, stalking, enemies to forced lovers, blackmail, dual pov

You two were complete opposites, even if you two were in the same class. Hugo was mature, studious and sarcastic when pushed, while you were easily irritable, lazy and honestly speaking, quite stupid too.

You weren't a delinquent like in movies or manga. You didn't go around beating people up, or whatever. That was weird and simply criminal. Your delinquency came from the fact that you never came to school and never respected your elders.

Your dress code was out of order, you were disrespectful and each time you even came to class, you only doodled, never doing homework. You once were even caught smoking behind school. Someone smarter would have left to smoke somewhere else, but you were not smarter.

This is how you ended up meeting your classmate Hugo. After the teachers had enough, they gave you an ultimatum. You get a student caretaker, or you will end up expelled and your misdeeds reported to the police.

You didn't care much about being expelled but the police was a different thing at all.

So, here you were, stuck with a stick in the ass, who never smiled, nor did he seem to genuine want to be there. Make that two of you.

Bathroom? He was following you around. Lunch? He had already dragged you two to a table he chose. Decided to skip school? He's at your house, reporting you to your caretaker, which ends up with you getting your ass kicked.

It's like he wants your life to be worse than it already was!

What you hated the most was him trying to get closer to you. Acting as if you were some sort of fucking victim, acting as you do just because of trauma or whatever. Has he ever thought that maybe you're just lazy?

Hugo has always been a calm individual, never caring for much besides doing his work. Making friends was hard, and there was no reason to put in so much work in something that was going to fail in just a few years. High school friendships never last, after all.

He had noticed you around before, but never cared enough to look into you. You were yet another idiot who will regret their choices later down the line. Nothing he has not seen before.

Yet the world seemed to be against him, as he was made to care about your business by the teachers.

If it was him, he would have reported you and expelled you. People like you don't deserve second chances. But here he was, having to be the person to keep an eye on you, so you can have your second chance. Disgusting.

But he was not a waste of space like you. If he gets a job, he will do it fully. He will not give up, no matter how much you dislike him or want him gone.

He will follow you everywhere, even outside of school, just to make sure that you are not misbehaving. Of course, if he catches you doing something bad, he won't report you immediately. He simply takes pictures and records evidence, before compiling everything in one file, so when he does report you, you will be fucked.

He never does anything half assed, after all.

The craziest thing was that lately you've been feeling as if someone was following you. If you knew who it was, you would have probably... done nothing, to be honest. You looked scary, sure, but you knew almost nothing about fighting. The scar you had was from a dumb incident you had years ago, falling off a bike.

You wanted to complain to someone about everything, but who would you do that to? You had no friends, and your family sucked ass.

You hated that hugo was the only one you could talk to. So, you did it, even if you seethed inside.

So, here you were. You only wanted to tell him about feeling followed, but the moment you started to complain, you couldn't hold back all the stuff that was bothering you. So here you were, yelling angrily about all your issues, to the point that angry tears started to roll down your eyes, as you hastily brushed your eyes with your palm.

"Why am i crying!? I don't even feel sad, fuck!"

"... There... there...?"

The worst part was his awkward attempts at calming you. Usually, you would push him off, but here you were, just sitting there, as you cried frustrated, and he awkwardly patted your back.

Stuff changed after this. Hugo seemed to be less cold towards you. Which was bad. Before, at least it was clear that you both were around each other because of the teachers. Now, it almost felt like Hugo was trying to care. You didn't like it.

He was more clingy, following you more, and most importantly, he actually started to help you with studies and setting up meeting with teachers to fix your grades. It felt... humiliating.

Hugo felt conflicted about you now. At the start, you were just an idiot who didn't do what was best for you because of your stubbornness but now, he saw you in a different light. You were just a frustrated individual who doesn't feel appreciated.

"What's the point of trying if it's not good enough?!"

That stuck out to him the most. Hugo had never felt like this towards anyone else, so he was curious to find out why he pitied you and wanted to help you.

He knew his care for you was suffocating. You weren't used to it, so he understood, but with time, you'll get used to it, and your life will become better and you'll be grateful for him.

His following stopped being to gather evidence against you, but now to make sure you don't get in trouble. He... seemed to have started to care for you.

As frustrating as his care was, you kind of liked it. At one point, you even started to go to school more often and do work. You disliked how teachers always pointed it out, and practically mocked you, but that was fine. You simply complained to Hugo afterwards.

Maybe he was... some sort of friend to you?

So, of course, when someone asked you out, you went to Hugo immediately, to playfully tease him, and say that you will get a partner before him.

The moment you said that you were going on a date with someone else, something snapped inside him, and everything fell into place for him.

He liked you. That was what this feeling was. Why else did he wanted to rip your partner apart.

For now, he will play along, play nice, but... soon, he will put his evidence against you together, and bring it to you, so you understand that just as he can make your life better, he can make it worse.

Your time should be spent with him. As his lover.

#yandere oc imagines #yandere imagines #oc imagines #yandere oc headcanons #yandere headcanons #oc headcanons #yandere oc #yandere #gn reader

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elijahlittle · 1 year

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dad julian hcs? :)

Sorry I haven't been answering requests as much lately, work has been hell. Even so, I wanted to answer this one because I think about dad!julian a lot.

I think that Julian isn't as hard of a dad as he pretends to be. I think he's a big softie. I think if he had the money, he would buy things for his child. I don't think he'd buy everything the kid wanted, because Julian is always in the business of saving money, but I think he'd spoil his child a bit - boy or girl.

I think, though, that Julian treats boys differently than girls. I think that's just in his nature. I think he'd be very overprotective of a girl, because he knows how terrible boys can be (he was one of those terrible boys) but I also think he'd be equally as stern with a boy. Either way, he doesn't want his kid going down the same path he did.

Julian stresses the importance of school all of the time. He wants his kids to go to college and even has a savings jar for them. I think that he'd actually kind of be a hard-ass and push his kid towards a more lucrative career, something like a doctor or lawyer. If his kid wanted to do something less lucrative, like art, it'd be a really big fight. I think Julian is the kind of person to be like "either you're going to go to a career that can make you money or you're going to make your own career." I think it'd cause a big fight between you and Julian honestly, but eventually you'd probably convince him to just support the kid no matter what they wanted to do. "If they're going to be an artist, at least let them be an artist without crazy debt." Despite how ardently against art he is, if he had a child that was an artist he'd keep every painting and show up to every art showing.

Julian is the kind of dad to show up to every event. He strikes me as the guy who just didn't have parents who were present in his life.

Julian would definitely give their kid a bit of daddy issues, I'm sorry. A man like that doesn't just change overnight. I think he's quick to punish and ground his kid, specifically for misbehaving in school. He just desperately wants his kids to be successful.

Julian is a very affectionate father, I feel. He likes to hug and kiss his kids and isn't afraid to express fatherly affection. Throughout the series, Julian has always openly held his partner's hand, hugged them, or kissed them in front of others. I think that dad!Julian would be disgusting affection with you to the point where his kids would be like 'ew, gross'.

It doesn't matter what school event there is, Julian is always there. He's literally at every single: holiday party, open house, meet the teacher, choir concert, art showing, sports event - you name it, he's there.

He's the kind of guy to like to take his kids on trips. I actually like the idea that Julian is finally able to take that cruise with everyone like he intended before he landed in jail. I think going on a cruise with his kids, partner, and chosen family is actually a really big deal for him. It's a big fucking mess and everyone traumatizes the cruise ship but it's fun.

Dad!Julian taking his family to Disney Land. I just imagine this big fucking muscly guy in fucking Mickey Mouse ears because his kids wanted him to wear it. Excellent.

On a more emotional note, I think the only way Julian would stop drinking would be if he became a dad. I think his kid would ask him about the glass he always carries around and that simple question would rock him so much he'd work on putting it down. It'd be a long time before he finally kicks it (alcoholism is a bitch), but he'd do it for his kids. (Edit: someone wonderful in the comments mentioned julian would carry around a cup of coke instead and I love it so much, I’m going to add that thought up here to read)

Christmastime is a fucking nightmare, but I think he'd go from hating Christmas (I feel like Julian has Christmas trauma) to enjoying to take his family to see all of the Christmas lights and shit. Everyone goes to Julian's for Christmas and he's kind of sick of it, but also secretly loves it.

He'd definitely chew out his kid for getting caught smoking pot and doing drugs. He won't tolerate it.

Dad!Julian crying when his kids move out of the hosue

Dad!Julian always loading his college-aged kids down with food to take back when they come to visit.

Dad!Julian letting his kids help Bubbles fix up shopping carts

Dad!Julian losing his shit on Ricky because he left his kids with Ricky for literally five minutes so he could take something to a neighbor across the street and he comes back to an absolute shit-fest in his kitchen

Dad!Julian grilling all of his kid's prospective boyfriends/girlfriends/partners regardless of gender

LGBT Dad Julian has the pride flag in his lawn for gay kids. He doesn't exactly understand the pride flag but it's important to his kids.

Dad!Julian rubbing his partner's feet after a long day of walking and working :(((((( so sweet :))))

Julian definitely gets in trouble with the law for threatening a teacher who was bullying his kid, fr.

LMAO DAD!JULIAN IN THE PARENT TEACHER ORGANIZATION. All of the parents think he's really hot and he finds it annoying because he just wants to spend time with his family, not be oggled over by parents and stuff.

Dad!Julian dressing up as Santa LMFAO

Are these okay? I have some more, but these were my favorite ones I thought of.

#julian x reader tpb #tpb julian #trailer park boys x reader #julian jules #julian x you #trailer park boys x you #tpb x you #julian x you tpb

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recklessmark · 2 years

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Do daddy kink mark lee pleaseee

You are sitting at the dining table and playing with your phone when the lock of your apartment chimes, followed by a loud thud as the door slammed close. Fear trickles down the back of your neck as you can feel the anger radiating from your boyfriend, but you shrug it off and ignore him completely.

Mark kicks off his shoes while takes in the messy state of the living room. Designer clothes are plastered on the sofa, shopping bags on the floor, and the TV is broadcasting an action movie on HBO. His briefcase joins the mess on the couch as he carelessly throws it.

“I saw the payment on my credit card.” He says, stomping into the kitchen.

You pop a grapefruit in your mouth, paying him no attention. Mark’s jaw clenches when you blatantly not acknowledge him as though he’s a fly buzzing beside your ear.

“What happened?” He prompts again.

You’re shit scared right now, but you’ve made a promise to the bulb in a Dior store that you’d do everything to save your dignity today, and that starts with ignoring the frustrated man hovering above you. Mark, however, gives no shit about your dignity. He’s never mad when you demolished his bank account before. It’s your attitude that pisses him off.

Your phone clatters on the table as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you up to your feet. He bends you down, then, pressing your cheek against the cold surface.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You plead, feeling a hard smack being placed over your ass. You whine and try to turn around to look at him, but his hands secure you in place, smacking your ass again. "I said I was sorry." You cry again, trying to soften him up but you know that once you misbehave there is no turning back.

"Now you're sorry? You didn't hear me asking you questions?"

Your hands grip the edge of the table when another slap lands on your ass. “I did!”

“You did what?” He growls, leaning over to press his chest on your back.

“I did, Daddy.”

Satisfied with your response, Mark loosens his hold and turns you around so that you’re facing him.

“So, tell me, what’s going on?”

You tremble beneath his gaze, and there’s no hint that he would let this thing go unless he gets an explanation.

“You’ve just been really busy and don't have time for me.” You say quietly.

Realization dawns on Mark’s face and you see a flash of guilt, but it merely lasts a second. He sits down on the chair you were sitting on and pulls you into his lap.

“That’s why you decide to be a spoiled brat instead of telling me you need some attention, hmm?”

Now that he words it that way, you feel like shit. “I’m sorry,” you apologize again, trying to touch his face, yet his hands catch yours and pin them on your sides.

“No, you think you can be a little brat and I'm just gonna give you what you want?"

You simply stare back at him, both your hands immobile as you wait for his next words.

"Oh, you're not so brave when I'm sitting right in front of you, now, are you?"

He smirks as he watches you squirm in his lap. You would never admit it but he is right and for some reason that’s even more arousing to you, how intimidated he makes you feel.

"What are you waiting for? Hm?" You look at him again, eyes sparkling. "if you're not gonna use that pretty mouth of yours to speak then you might as well use it for something else." The temperature inside the house is starting to rise from how your body was burning for him. "Why are you acting so surprised? Wasn't this what you wanted? Daddy's cock?"

You bite on your bottom lip at the sound of his words, starting to feel your juices dripping out of you from the anticipation of having him inside your mouth.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, bringing your hand forward and placing it over his boner. You can feel how hard and warm his cock is, twitching under your touch. Your fingers go as far as to wrap over the belt, ready to take it off but his hand stops you from doing so.

"Who gave you permission? Hm?" You feel his hand placing a light tap on your cheek, his thumb rubbing over the spot right after. "I didn't hear you ask for it. Where's your manners?" "Can I please have your cock, Daddy?" Your cheeks burning up under his thumb.

"Where do you want it?" His eyes flare as he watches your tongue poked out to lick at the tip of his finger.

"In my mouth. Can I please have it, Daddy?" You murmured, your lips wrapping around his digit, sucking it gently into your mouth and noticing how his breath got heavy, his eyes fixated on yours. He chuckled and removed his finger from your mouth before shaking his head.

"No, you can't." His smirk is wider this time and you whine. Your body moving forward and your hands wrapping desperately around his neck. But he unlocks them right after, placing you to sit on the table. “Only good girls get cock and you clearly haven’t been one. Now, clean up your mess before your punishment gets worse.”

Your lips part in shock as you watch him saunter away, rolling his sleeves in the process. Not only have you unsuccessfully saved your dignity but also got yourself a fucking mess to clean now. Nice.

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crossroadsandloudmusic · 2 years

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Hey y’all!!!! Super sorry about the super late post, as you can tell whenever I say I am going to post something one day I absolutely do not post.

In my defense I have been playing animal crossing and making soap!

anyways here ya go, third chapter of my Uvogin series

Chapter three: Isolation

literally my favorite gif of him😬🤫

warnings: domestic violence, non con, isolation, kidnapping, terrible stuff. Seriously if any of these themes are upsetting to you DO NOT READ!

Three months.

Three months and two days.

No, three months and three days.

It has been three months and three days since you’ve been taken from your home. Taken from your nice quiet, simple life that you often wished for an escape from. And you got exactly what you wished for. Your life now is full of excitement! You were completely isolated, not allowed outdoors or in public without Uvogin. When he was away on missions you would stay inside for days, or weeks at a time anticipating his return. And when he did come home you were forced to be the perfect partner for him. You’d fetch his beer, you’d rub his muscles, you’d wear the pretty outfits he picked out for you. When he kissed you, you’d kiss him back, when he hugged you, you’d hug him back. When he held you in his arms you’d snuggle next to him; making yourself as comfortable as you possibly could be with him. When he wanted more intimate things you’d take it like the perfect girl you are, at least how he had described it. Afterwards he would hold you so close, still panting, he would whisper the sweetest praises into your ears.

“I love you so much.”

“You did so good for me baby.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Too good for me, you are far too good for me.”

Such words would fill your heart with overwhelming joy had it not been your kidnapper whispering them to you. Part of you wanted to enjoy the tender moments, but your pride wouldn’t let you. You were content with pretending to love him, if it meant he wouldn’t punish you.

Although he was passionate and loving, he could be ruthless and brutal. It made you cringe to think of the way he could be. He was terrifying when he was angry, especially when his anger was directed towards you.

During the first weeks you had been taken and were forced to live with him, you fought him every chance you got. When he would come in you’d immediately attack him. Whether it was hitting him, screaming at him, kicking, biting, scratching, you did everything. Nothing was successful, your assaults didn’t even draw blood let alone make him flinch. Each time he’d pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, if you were misbehaving particularly badly he would smack your ass and tell you to settle down before you really pissed him off. He’d then take you to the bed or to the couch and squeeze you close to him. If you tried to fight back he’d only squeeze you tighter. Once he tightened his grip so hard you developed dark bruises on your sides and passed out from lack of oxygen. Only letting up when you went limp.

One evening, you caught his attention for real. Uvogin had been gone for weeks, during this time you paced the house more determined than you had ever been before to escape. You were brushing your teeth when the idea came to you. Uvogin was lenient as he could be in this type of situation, he allowed your hygiene products with the exception of some so as not for you to harm him or yourself. But he had left you with the worst weapon of all, ingenuity. After you finished brushing your teeth, you washed and dried your brush. You dropped to your hands and knees on the cold tile floor and began to drag the handle end of your brush against the rough grout. For hours you filed the end of your brush, your fingernails broken and bloody, your knuckles scraped and bruised. Several agonizing days later you had successfully made a knife. It wasn’t sharp enough to cut but it would do for stabbing. Hours before Uvogin’s arrival you went over exactly what the plan was. He would walk in, you’d reach up to hug him, and when he closed his eyes to embrace you, you shove the shank as deep as you could into his neck. When he was distracted by the blow you would push past him and run, run as fast and as far as you could. You would make it home, you would make it back to your mom, you would make it back to your old life.

That evening when you heard that all too familiar and almost frightening sound of Uvogin’s footsteps on the wooden steps, you approached the door; the shank carefully tucked into the back of your skirt. Uvogin stepped inside and greeted you with a large smile.

“There she is! Coming to greet me at the door! Missed me much?” He asked arrogantly as he set his stuff on the wooden floor.

“Come here, baby, I missed you.” He said as he outstretched his arms waiting for you to meet his embrace. You stepped forward with your hands behind your back. He tenderly wrapped his arms around you until he noticed your movements.

“Hey whatcha got there? A little surprise for me-” Cutting him off halfway you pulled the knife out and whipped around aiming directly for his throat, but his arm caught the blow before you could make contact. Instantly you regret your decision. His smile faded and he let you go harshly. He looked over to his arm which was now pouring blood with a toothbrush hanging out his muscle. Calmly he removed your homemade weapon and examined it.

“That’s cute. That’s real cute.” He said with a deep voice laced with fury. He stepped forward towards you to which you retreated in fear.

“No wait, I take it back! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! Please! No!” You screamed as he grabbed you around your bicep and ripped you off the floor. As you were pulled off the ground you heard a loud pop followed by the most searing pain. Your muscles and tendons tore as your shoulder was pulled out of socket, you wailed in pain. But your cries fell on to deaf ears as Uvogin dragged you to your shared bedroom. He stormed in and slammed the door behind him, he then threw you on to the bed.

“Don’t cry, don’t you fucking cry. You did this to yourself, all you had to do was listen. Maybe after you lay there for a couple days you’ll begin to behave yourself.” He said as he proceeded to chain your hurt arm to the bedpost. He took one last look at you before turning and saying,

“Next time you pull a stunt like that, I’ll cripple you.”

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He left you for 7 days. Only coming in to bring the smallest bit of food and water. On day 7 he came in, set your food down just out of reach for you. You looked at him with desperation in your eyes,

“Please move it closer I...I can’t reach it.” You choked, your throat dry from the lack of moisture. Uvogin sat on the edge of the large bed and laughed.

“I did that for a reason. I want to see how far you can reach. Go on, go get it.” He said waiting for you with a crude smile across his face.

For three hours you reached and stretched. Each time was more painful than the other, still you struggled because you couldn’t take the thrist anymore. After you had continuously failed you retreated to your corner and sat feeling utterly defeated.

You felt so broken and weak. Had you just listened and bided your time, you might have found an easier way to escape. If you had only behaved you wouldn’t be chained to a bedpost, begging for food, covered in your own filth. Uvogin stood and nudged the tray that held your food closer, you jumped to your knees and scrambled to your food and drink before he had the chance to take it away.

After you had finished eating, Uvogin came closer.

“Stand up and strip. We have to get you cleaned up before everyone comes over this evening.” He said as he unlocked your chain. You thought hard about who he had meant, he didn’t strike you as a family man. Perhaps, he meant the troupe. Surely they all wouldn’t be coming over that evening to your small home?

Uvogin had been forthcoming about his work and who was, the truth was far more terrifying than anything he could make up.

He helped you stand as you had become quite weak, and he stripped you of your disgusting clothes. But instead of dragging you to the shower he gently lifted you off the floor and carried you to the bathroom.

“I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked as he set you down on the counter.

“No, no, I’m just tired, is all.” You replied, rubbing your shoulder. After spending as much time as you did alone, starving, and hurting, you felt it would be better for you if you were polite to Uvogin.

“Machi, is coming. She’s gonna fix that arm for you.” He said as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. He stared at you, you could see the pain in his eyes when he looked at your ragged, naked form. He sighed and placed his large hand on your knee and rubbed it gently.

“I’m sorry I hurt you…” He said searching for more to say. Instead he kissed your forehead and petted your matted hair.

“Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up”.

He left you on the counter while he turned the water on in the shower. After getting the water to the appropriate temperature, he turned to you and began to take off his clothes. Your eyes wandered over his body, his muscular build never failed to amaze you. Your arms trailed from his legs, to his waist, then his torso and finally up his arms to his neck. A small pale scar sat on his tricep. You ran your fingers over it lightly, Uvogin jumped back from your touch.

“I’m...I’m sorry about that.” You said quietly. To which Uvogin smiled and sighed.

“Just...don’t do it again.”

Uvogin took you into the shower where he washed you thoroughly. He started at the top of your head where he massaged the soap and water into your scalp. Then he moved to your arms which he tenderly scrubbed. All the way up and down your body his fingers ran washing every inch.

Your mind still was repulsed by Uvogin but your heart couldn’t hide that the moment the two of you were sharing was sweet. You let your body relax in his hands, the shower being the first comfort you’ve had in so long. Uvogin noticed your reaction and smiled quietly. He had long been done washing you, but he didn’t want this to end so soon. Your beautiful form leaned against him so elegantly, looking for him to support you. His heart was full and his mind raced with sexual desire. He could feel his own temperature rise as hands roamed over your skin. As much as he wanted to take right then and right there, he knew it wouldn’t be long before Machi would arrive.

“Come on, baby, let’s get out.”

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Uvogin helped you out of the shower and dried you off with one of his huge towels. Afterwards he gave a pair of your shorts and a large tee shirt to change into. Uvogin left you on the bed in the bedroom and into the living room to make a phone call, you sat on the bed and patiently awaited his return. You could hear his deep voice echoing throughout your home.

“Yeah, she’s doing alright…”

“Two more hours? Yeah that’ll be fine..”

“I’ll be here when you arrive…”

You heard bits of the conversation, assuming it was Machi you averted your attention elsewhere. The shower had been so incredibly warm and now that it was gone it left you shivering. You slid off the side of the bed and went to riffle through your shared closet to find some warm socks.

When you opened the closet door you were greeted with disorganization. Uvogin’s side was messy, his shirts and shorts strewn about, while your side was a bit better but you could tell that he had gone through your clothes. You straightened things up a bit and found a pair of fuzzy green and black checkered socks. Before you closed the door, something caught your eye. A large hairy pile on the floor seemingly kicked in the corner of the closet revealed to be one of Uvogin’s fur pelts. You lifted it up and examined it closely, the fur was thick and heavy.

‘A bear? Maybe a wolf.’ You thought to yourself.

You held it close to your face and took a quick whiff. You smelled traces of sweat, smoke, and blood? Most of all you smell Uvogin, his natural musk was so strong it covered everything he touched. Even after he cuddle you at night you’d be able to smell him in your hair. You thought for a second and then threw the enormous pelt around yourself. It weighed your shoulders down and was hard to move under but it was warm so it was decided you would keep it on. After adorning the pelt and socks you made your way back to the bed. Instantly you fell into the mattress and curled up amongst the pillows. Your arm still throbbed slightly but the comfort you had just found made it bearable.

‘This is bearable’

‘This is alright’

‘This is nice’ You thought as your body fell deeper into relaxation. Maybe this life was livable, maybe you could learn to love Uvogin like he had said. Maybe. Maybe you could allow yourself to find happiness here.

Soon after you fell into a deep sleep, Uvogin came back to find you wrapped up in one of his pelts, snoring softly. He stood in the doorway and watched for quite some time. He watched your chest rise and fall while you slept peacefully. Seeing you choose his clothes to wear, and laying on his side of the bed made him smile contently. Such a silly little thing you were, vicious at times, but sweet at others. Just the perfect little firecracker in his eyes. He watched you sleep till a knock came to the door, he reluctantly turned and walked down the hall to answer it.

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Uvogin opened the door and was greeted by a tall woman with wild magenta hair. Behind her stood a slender man, with long jet black hair and a protruding nose.

“Come in…I’ll go get her…” whispers of conversation reached your ears. It roused you slightly but still your eyes laid heavy.

The sound of Uvogin’s thunder footsteps made their way down the hall and the closer they got the more your body began to rise.

He approached the door quietly and knocked softly.

“Hey? You awake?” He whispered, stepping in.

You sat up from your sleeping position and saw a beaming smile on the large man’s face.

“Hey, Machi’s here! We can go get her to take a look at that arm!” He said enthusiastically as he came to sit beside you on the bed.

You watched his movements and his expressions. He interacted with you like you were a pet. Rewarding you for your behavior, expecting your company; you were beneath him. Just one of his belongings in his home.

“Uvo...is it going to hurt?” You asked, looking up at him with concerned eyes.

Uvogin scooted closer to you and wrapped his hands around your shoulders.

“I’m not going to lie to you, baby. It’s going to hurt, but I’ll hold you the entire time.” He said.

“Okay…” you replied as you pondered the situation.

Together you and Uvogin walked into the living room, he held your hand as you trailed behind him.

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You didn’t realize how deprived you actually were. Seeing different faces after so long almost made you emotional. You noticed every detail about the man and woman. They were so different, this scene was so strange compared to what you were used to.

You stared at both your eyes darting back and forth till Uvogin spoke up.

“(Y/n), this is Machi, she’s going to fix your arm. And this is Nobungana, he’s here to visit.” He said as gestured to the guest.

Quietly you stepped forward.

“I’m (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” You whispered meekly.

Although it was a pleasant sight to see new people, they intimidated you greatly.

Afterwards, Machi examined your arm. It was definitely out of socket, but other than the torn muscle and tendons you were fine.

Uvogin seated you between his legs and hugged you while Machi held your wrist. She shook it slightly before pulling your arm towards her. The feeling of your muscles and the ball of your shoulder sliding back into place was too much. The pain of the maneuver was too great and as a result, your head fell back and your eyes closed.

Machi let go and watched as Uvogin moved your unconscious body in an attempt to wake you up.

“She will wake up in a bit, keep her arm in a sling and it will be fine in a couple weeks.” She said coldly turning from you and going to retrieve her bag.

“Next time I don’t want to be called all the way over here just for a dislocated shoulder. Either be gentler or rip it off completely.” She said to Uvogin as she made her way to the door; Nobungana stayed propped against the wall.

Uvogin huffed in response as he continued to cradle your limp frame. Machi made her way out the door and towards the silver vehicle in the driveway. She turned and shot a look towards Nobungana as if to say, hurry up! Nobungana lifted himself off the wall and walked past Uvogin and you.

“A conjurer.” He said, looking down at you, still unconscious but lying comfortably in Uvogin’s lap.

Uvogin looked up at Nobungana confused till he gestured to you. He hummed in response and once again Nobungana spoke,

“She’s cute. But keep an eye on her, she has the probability to get powerful, perhaps more than you can contain.” He warned as he turned and headed to the entrance.

Unbeknownst to you, a strong (y/f/c) aura drifted around you. A terribly strong one. But you would never know exactly how powerful you could be, because Uvogin would keep small and fragile. Weak and ignorant to your ability.

After everyone had left, Uvogin hoisted you up and carried you to the bedroom where he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You would not leave him, and you would never get the chance to.

#uvo x reader #hxh uvo #yandere uvogin #uvogin x reader #uvogin #phantom troupe #phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe hxh

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I wish there could be an episode where Thyme's mother, Tia and Gorya go somewhere together and spend time...after all the plot lines and Thyme and Gorya are together. But unfortunately, that was not how the manga went. Can we have an episode of this and Thyme/ Gorya fluff and MJ finding a girl?

This is the first F4 series where I like everyone in the cast. Good job to casting director. Whom should I be having a crush on.... it is very confusing.

i think we are soulmates because i feel all of this on molecular level.

oh you mean like hang out once they reconcile? cos right now Cruella de is Mommy waiting for Gorya in her house with resting bitch face about to rip her ass apart for having an effect on her boi™️ the heir etc. what would they be doing? i see tia suggesting beach. they’d go frolicking ? or shop til they drop? anon too much gay for me. i am malfunctioning.

let’s run through the options and do pros and cons of having a crush on the cast:

Gorya:

stunning, level headed until you mess with her boyfriend, might kick you if you so much as suggest that thyme may have done something wrong, she will however give you her last piece of pork, popular among the crowd and go to person to cry on her shoulder, won’t care if you do stupid things and would let you grow as long as you don’t do the said stupid thing again. her family will adopt you. queen.

Kaning:

will treat you to ramen and borrow you her motorbike, but has terrible taste in men, very fashionable and supportive, probably much loved by the in laws.

Tia:

will call you if anyone is misbehaving and expects you to go do deal with it, could become boring after a while, has wonderful hair, rich, stunning, drop dead gorgeous, my wife. hands off.

Mira:

smart and sexy, kind, friendly, so so sweet you could actually get diabetes. has terrible choice in men, first of all who would Ren slip away. but hey. win for us. until she hurriedly marries the first idiot who walks through the door.

Hana:

no.

Cruella de Mommy:

tough. could try to soften her heart with casual sex turns romance but i fear we would find ourselves dead the next morning or on a ship to Russia.

Thyme:

pretty pretty pretty. will only listen to one person. does not want you. or me. absolute lost cause. permission to ship with him denied. available for adoption but i’m already doing that.

Ren:

VISUALS. the height. lord i’m six foot and he is taller than thyme which means yes. marry me? slightly repressed could pose problems.

Kavin:

yall. heartbreak. we would all be crushed.

the ultimate daddy. president. sir may i serve you? the kind of guy you fall in love with at first sight, only for him to treat you as a friend until you eventually become his personal assistant and he realises he can’t live without you and you basically live as a married couple and in your mid fourties’ he makes it official.

anyone else?

god i need this show more than i need maslow hierarchy of needs.

send help. it’s only sunday.

#f4 thailand #anon #ask #ask d #thyme #ren #gorya #mira #tia #kavin #mj #f4 #f4 thailand :boys over flowers #f4 thai

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Never Have I Ever-Chapter ONE

Summary: When the Winchester family gets together to commemorate a milestone, the celebration takes a turn no one expected. How will they continue to be a family afterwards? CAN they?!

Or did they cross a line of no return?

Takes place in 2005. Dean is 26, Sam is 22 and Y/N is 19. An AU of sorts as there are no monsters, no talk of the Supernatural. John and Mary are both alive and had another kid after Sam. Y/N is the baby of the family and their only daughter.

A/N: This is an Alternate Universe where Mary didn’t die on the ceiling of Sam’s nursery; John didn’t go out seeking revenge on the monster that killed in wife, thus raising his sons like soldiers. No Mary and John is a married couple who have had their bumps and through their 30 years of marriage.

This first chapter is just an introduction, if you will, of the characters in my story.

Also a huge thank you to @firefly-graphics for providing me with the awesome divider!!

California, 2005

"Yes Dean," Sam says into the phone, annoyed. "My flight gets in on the 17th at 4. It'll give me plenty of time to get to the house and settle in before the party."

Not only has his older brother called to confirm he was going to make it home for their parents' anniversary party, but so had Mary and his younger sister, Y/N.

His girlfriend, Jessica-Jess for short- giggles beside him in the bed. He glances down at her and rolls his eyes.

When Jess' hand makes its way under the sheet and her fingers wrap around his limp cock, Sam hurriedly gets off the phone with his brother.

Rolling to hover her equally naked body, Sam quirks an eyebrow. "Did you have to do that while I was talking to Dean?"

"I want you Sam," Jess says. "Make love to me."

Grabbing his now engorged member, Sam threads it through her slick folds and pushes in, groaning at the snug fit. "Fuck Jess, you're so damn tight."

Hours later, while sitting through another lecture on the basics of criminal justice, Sam can't take his mind off the fact that he is going to be flying home to his family while his girlfriend stays back in their apartment.

He had wished to take her home to meet his parents and siblings but she had a big test to study for in one of her classes and couldn't get away. He just hoped he didn't miss her too much.

Little did he know, missing Jessica would be the least of his worries while he was home.

Meanwhile in Kansas

Dean hangs up the phone in his office at the garage and sits back. It's all coming together. In a couple of weeks, his parents, Mary and John Winchester, will be celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary with a huge party at their house.

At 26, even Dean knows in this day and age a marriage lasting that long was uncommon and a feat worth celebrating.

Sure, Mary and John hadn't had bliss the whole 30 years but they worked through it and came out barely scathed.

One bump in the road that Dean could remember was when Mary had become pregnant with Y/N, his baby sister. After she had given birth to Sam, the doctors advised Mary not to have any more children due to a blood disorder they had found during her second pregnancy.

For almost 3 years it had been just Sam and Dean then suddenly, Mary had gotten pregnant and in 8 months brought home the cutest little girl either boy had ever laid eyes on. They vowed to be her protectors, her guardians. No one would mess with Y/N without feeling the wrath of the Winchester brothers.

Her early teens years had been difficult as Y/N went through a rebellious stage but once again, after some time it had all worked out and now the three siblings were best friends and confidants.

Dean would soon discover just how close the three of them could be.

Across town, Y/N bounced down the stairs of her childhood home; her y/h/c hair flowing down her back.

Nineteen years old and still living at home, but she didn't mind one bit. Y/N had yet to figure out what she wanted to do since graduating high school earlier in the year. She was free from books and studying and boring old teachers who droned on all day.

"Mornin' Mom," she says as she makes her way into the kitchen and to the fridge to grab the orange juice. "You look lovely today."

"Thanks sweetie," Mary smiles at her daughter. "Your dad and I are meeting the party planner this afternoon to put the finishing touches on the party."

"Ok. I called Sam. He promises he'll be here. I warned him if he misses it, I will come to Cali and kick his ass."

Mary laughs. "I called him too. He told me the same thing."

"Oops!" Y/N giggles as she sips her juice. "Ok, well I got to meet up with Katie and Bekka so I will see you later. Love you," she says, kissing her mom on the cheek.

"Love you too. Don't misbehave."

Y/N turns as she goes to walk out of the room. "Who me? Pssh!"

Her smile matches the one on her mother's face. Y/N heads out the door and off to her 'date' with her friends.

Y/N had no idea that soon she'd not be able to look her friends in the face without feeling shame and humiliation.

TAGS ARE OPEN!!!

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @death-unbecomes-you @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke

#dean winchester #Sam Winchester #y/n winchester #smut #angst #wincest #SUPERNATURAL AU #spn au fanfic #drunken shenanigans #SPN AU #more tags to come

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Hello Love! Good morning, Happy Holidays, all that good stuff! Do you have any HCs for the boys buying pets for their partner for Christmas? Who would/wouldn't, what kind of animals would they get, things like that 🥰

Hi Desi! Thank you for your request, and what a cute one!

As we all know, a pet is for life, and not just for Christmas. So we’ll assume this has been discussed and pre-agreed.

Pets with ... Adam Sackler, Charlie Barber, and Paterson

TW: The second one has references to Daddy Kink. The third one contains references to fertility issues.

Adam Sackler

You always had pets growing up, but the Brooklyn apartment you and Adam share is roughly the size of a shoebox, so a larger pet is out of the question

One afternoon a few days before Christmas you drag him to the pet store, with the intention of not coming home until you’ve chosen something. After an hour of wandering around, you’ve almost given up, when you hear one of the employees yell “Ow! Fucker!” and jerk their hand out of a small cage, with a small, furry creature attached to it.

It’s a hamster, and it looks just like the one you had when you were growing up.

Adam doesn’t look convinced, but after you whisper in his ear exactly how you plan to show him your gratitude, he buys you the little fluffball, and spends a small fortune on various accessories.

You name her Nibbles. She lives up to her name by attacking you every time you put your hand in her cage.

Adam calls her Nipples, and pretends to mishear you each time you correct him.

After the third time you both look up mid-fuck to find her holding onto the bars of her cage and staring intently at you, Adam insists that you cover the cage before sex can commence.

You tell him he’s being a prude.

He tells you you chose a hamster who’s a pervert, and she’s a furry little freeloader who contributes nothing to the household.

But he’s also the one who spends an entire day tearing the apartment to pieces when she gets out of her cage, finally finding her cowering behind the refrigerator.

“Fuckin’ asshole,” he growls, depositing her gently back in her home. “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he tells her, as he makes sure the cage door is tightly fastened. And then he gives her a couple of treats.

When you get home and ask why the apartment is in such a state, Adam feigns complete ignorance about the matter.

This is between him and Nipples.

Charlie Barber

Henry gets to choose the name, which is how you end up with a black and white female rabbit named Batman.

Although you and Henry had done plenty of research on keeping an indoor rabbit, you weren’t prepared for quite how destructive Batman turns out to be.

Charlie keeps right out of it at first. He doesn’t not like animals, but he didn’t grow up with pets, so he doesn’t really quite get the point of having an animal in the house.

He does get involved, however, when she chews through his laptop cable.

Henry is at a friend’s house for the night, which is fortunate, because he would have learned a lot of choice new vocabulary.

You can guess what happened from the ranting coming from the other room, so you sit and wait until Charlie appears with his mangled cable in one hand, and an unrepentant baby rabbit kicking and flailing in the other.

“Your furry child is misbehaving again,” says Charlie, handing her to you. She immediately climbs up your chest, and burrows her face under your chin.

“Poor thing,” you say in a sing-song voice to Batman, stroking her soothingly, and glaring at Charlie. “Is daddy being mean to you?”

Charlie’s nostrils flare, but he just throws himself down onto the far end of the sofa in a huff, and orders himself a new cable from the Apple website. He then sends you a series of messages, which all turn out to be links to recipes for rabbit on Pinterest.

“Daddy is a bad, bad man,” you murmur to sweet, innocent Batman, who has never done anything wrong in her life. And who is now sleeping on your chest like a little baby angel. “All this fuss over a silly little cable.”

You don’t look at Charlie at all. But you can feel his gaze on you, and you know from previous experience just how dark his eyes will be right now.

He hates that you’re ignoring him, and being a bit of a brat.

As soon as you put yours and Henry’s pet away for the night, your man is going to show you just how bad he is.

You smile.

Paterson

There’s a fish tank in the waiting room at the clinic. Every time you go for an appointment, Pat notices that you make a point of situating yourself near to it. And rather than reaching for one of the months-old magazines provided, you sit and stare at the brightly coloured fish inside, your eyes following them as you track their movements with a little smile on your face.

“They’re so pretty,” you tell him, when he asks you about it. “I like watching them. It makes me feel calm, before we go in.”

The two of you sit side by side in that waiting room month after month, then year after year, watching the fish swim round and round in the tank.

Until finally, right before Thanksgiving, you hear the news it feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for.

After only a few days of relief and happiness, the worry starts to set in. Like a tap dripping slowly into a stoppered sink, it fills you up slowly but gradually. After so much struggle and heartache, this all feels too easy. What if something happens? What if something goes wrong? What if what if what if -?

A month passes, and Christmas is approaching fast. You decorate the house over a period of three days, in between bouts of exhaustion and nausea that are, at least, symptoms that everything is proceeding safely and normally. Well, you hope they are.

At the end of the third day, you put the star on the top of the tree together with Pat, and then stand back to admire your handiwork. “It looks beautiful, honey,” he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind. One hand strays to your stomach, where all of your collective hopes and dreams seem to currently reside.

This time next year ... you think. And then stop yourself. It’s all just too good to be true.

You burst into tears, and it takes Pat hours to console you.

The next day on his bus route, he doesn’t take his notebook out of his bag at all. Instead, he thinks about you. How anxious you are. It can’t be good for you, or the baby. He wishes he could be home with you all the time, but there’s plenty of overtime available at the moment, and you need all the money you can get.

If only there was something he could do to help you calm down, he thinks.

Wait -

The idea strikes him as he pulls in to the bus depot at the end of his shift. That night he sits at the kitchen table long after you’ve gone to bed exhausted, figuring out a budget. And on Saturday morning, while you are still sleeping, he creeps out of the house, and drives to the big pet superstore that just opened up on the other side of town.

By the time you wake up, he’s moved the furniture in the living room around to accommodate the new arrivals, and they are settling into their new home nicely.

“Morning,” you say, shuffling into the living room, still wiping sleep out of your eyes. You rise up on your toes to kiss him, and lean into his embrace for a while, before stepping back, and looking around the room.

Your eyes immediately alight on the plant-filled tank he’s installed. It’s quite compact, but has plenty enough space for the tiny, iridescent fish who now inhabit it.

“What’s this?” you breathe, both delighted and confused. It isn’t quite the question you meant to ask. You know what it is. But you aren’t sure why.

But Pat understands. He always understands. “You’ve been feeling so stressed and worried lately, honey. So I thought this might help you to feel calm, when I’m not here to make you feel better.” He got it completely right, like he always does. But he’s still looking at you with a nervous uncertainty that makes your heart melt.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a thoughtful man,” you whisper around the lump in your throat, welling up again for the millionth time this week. But this time you aren’t sad, or worried, or feeling particularly hormonal. Just incredibly, unbelievably happy. And so, so lucky.

Eventually, you sit down on the couch together.

You can’t stop staring at the pretty fish. And Pat can’t stop staring at you.

The way your eyes follow them as you track their movements. And the wide, wide smile on your face.

#requests are open #a pet is for life not just for christmas #adam sackler x reader #charlie barber x reader #paterson x reader #tw: reference to fertility issues #tw: reference to daddy kink #desiraypark

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kaimactrash · 3 years

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The second pride image is my pan babies...and rilo...they are not a baby, they are a very bad person. XD

Also no, no I do not know how to even make my style cohesive for two images! I am a messy artist at heart.

Let's start with them, since they're in the top left, with the bright green skin and big black coat. Rilo is a gender fluid pansexual elder demon, theyre a primary antagonist in my story, but not due to either sexuality or gender. You may notice this mirrors my sexuality and gender, I kind of liked the idea of going out my way to have them be representative of a kind of intense feeling i get. So to explain, I hate hate hate when someone of any trans identity misbehaves, people tend to misgender them while angry at them, even though their misdeeds are nothing to do with their gender identity. I want rilo to be a character people have issues with not because of their identity, and that helps encourage people to not give shitty people the excuse to call your critisism about them invalid when you misidentify them intentionally and maliciously.Across the flag is another pan genderqueer character? YES, that cuz this is my neo sona, called Skeith Kai until I can make a better name, haha. they are joined by their pet meowclops, based on my pet cat toulouse...he has two eyes irl. Bellow Skeith Kai, with the huge maw of a mouth splitting her torso is one of my FAVOURITE EVER OCS, I don't draw her enough but I am so enamored by her. She IDs primarily as Non-binary as her umberella term, but the base one would be gender apathetic, she doesnt care or really see anything as gendered, she is fine with all pronouns, but having been called she by her family her whole life she tends to use it as second nature. She's a pretty cool girl, having began the story as essentially a merc for the bad guys, she quickly quits them cuz they kept getting their asses kicked, plus she and beefy get on like a house on fire.Beside moira with also pink hair is dylan! ...okay so shes a littler more complex than Moira in terms of redmeption, BUT!!! There are reasons for that are important in her story arc, and I'm not ready to explain my plan for her multichapter involvement in the story, but...give her time, she plays off as the typical high school cool bully girl stereotype, but theres a lot of work for me to do before dylan even apears in my comic. TT_TT Someone please give me potion of improved production times!!Lil teal skinned demon to the left of dylan is Greip Tavros, another fave oc of mine! Shes my only cyclops oc so far and she has really challenged me in recreating her look, shes short but buff as fuck, also no not inspired by bea, who i also LOVE btw, but yeah just a coincidence of some very slight simialrities in colour pallets. Greip is very laid back and chilled out, she cares little for the demon realm or the elders who run it, she pretty much takes her leave to return to Frenrar, because before she died, she lived on frenrar, the demons take people from earth and frenrar. She joins in the rebelion and traveling party lith is part of. Shes aromatic and pansexual EMESH, hes the armless deer... is centaur the right word in this case?? but yeah them! So basically frenrar is the planet of failed gods, emesh is one of them and if youre curious about I reccomend you read this profile of him: www.deviantart.com/kaimactrash…Lastly we have Melisa, a extremely under utalised character of mine, but shes quite fun, I have her and her husband basically as like my comfort oc couple, theyre super in love, super suppportive, and they litterally just wanna settle down and have kids. Shes a fantastic potion brewer, due to her high sense of smell, this is heightened because she is both partially blind and partially deaf. She has Open-angle glaucoma, which has left her with only central vision with colour blindness there, the rest of her vision is essentially blacked out from her perspective. Heaing wise shes hard of hearing due to noise damage as a child, she may need people to speak up, and with her husband bruce, they have developed some signs akin to the real worlds deaf blind signing, but much more basic as they've just developed it together, Bruce has actually enjoyed finding non-verbal ways to communicate with his with and others in his life.and thats all folks! hope you enjoyed this art, and enjoy the second half of this pride! Happy pride my fellow pan fanatics, it's a tough year for every memeber of this community, and I will never pretend we suffer the majority of the strife this community recieves, but we have our issues, and recently theres a amplification of the same anti-m-spec retoric people like myself who have id'd as such for some years now have had to hear way too frequently. Tho, dont get too down, the growth in pride and understanding of the variety of M-spec identities has improved so much! Hell, I'm still learning much about the other identites and the indivuals that experience them, and i hope to include more of my characters in the less mentioned identities in this group! Okay I'm gonna get off my soap box before some one pushes me off it.

#ocart #oc art #pride art #oc pride #pansexual #pansexuality #lgbtqia #pan

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boogiewrites · 4 years

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Peach and Poppy

Characters: Declan Harp x Scarlet Dixon (OFC)

Summary: Declan Harp AU. Set in the 1970′s, Declan is a misbehaving psychiatric patient and Dr. Dixon or Dixie as he likes to call her, is a tenacious and underestimated new hospital director. Will this new job get the best of her delicate sensibilities like people are warning her? Will the charm of one of her patient’s awaken something in her she can’t come back from?

Warnings/Tags: Talk of manipulation, graphic language.

Click on my screen name then go to Mobile Masterlist in my bio for my other works and chapters. Please leave a like, reblog or comment if you enjoyed this! It makes me want to write more of what you want if you let me know!

1975 was an exciting year for psychiatry and it was shaping up to be one for Scarlett. She sat in the driver's seat, something she’d had to work so hard to accomplish. Her father had insisted with her new position of such importance it would look proper to be driven around again. But she’d only been living on her own for a few years now and she wasn’t ready to give up that freedom again.

She supposed he truly had a soft spot for her because he hadn't been entirely dismissive of this rebelliousness. But he always gave in to her in the end.

“Those feminists out there in… heathen California and such. Dixie darlin, I brought you up to be a respected little lady. You’re a dang doctor! Miss Georgia! You’re smart and gorgeous as the day is long honey, why would you wanna go and act ugly like that?”

This always came with the intimidating insinuation that it would sure be a shame if her actions were what lost him the next election.

With a wide-eyed, “It won’t be a problem, daddy.” He’d give her a hug and lift up her chin, tell her she looked like her mama and she’d be proud.

If he’d wanted a daughter to fall for that maybe he shouldn’t have let her become a psychiatrist.

But Scarlet or Dixie as those close to her called her, her daddy had been right about one thing, she was smart. She’d learned how to play the game in her favor long ago. In a public and pressured life like hers, looking how she did, she learned early what was expected of her and how men were going to treat her. She was allowed a bit of protection. Her father wasn’t just some kiss ass politician. He’d been known to make a few people disappear, and the whiff of a threat always around him, so his daughter would understandably come with some consequences. But now she’d become her own person, a doctor, and had a house and life of her own that she was still having fun exploring.

She was an accomplished psychiatrist. Engaged to one of her daddy’s lawyers and now the head chief of a psychiatric hospital. Which was where she was headed right now in the new car her daddy had bought her. A slick thing that made her feel confident and a bit bad if she were being honest. This is not a feeling she was accustomed to, and on this morning drive out of the city into rural Georgia for her first day on the job, she was feeling a lot of things she never had before.

It wasn’t a dream job by any stretch. This was going to be work. But with so many specialty fellowships, she felt like she had what it took to turn the place around.

When she pulled into the parking lot it was clear the job was bigger than anticipated. She stood outside her car with a bag stuffed full of files and looked up at the daunting hospital. It’d been around much longer than she had. Served as a sanitarium during the TB outbreaks, now showing its age and functions as Sunny Valley Psychiatric Hospital. Much preferred to the dated terminology of lunatic asylum it had formerly held. The old chief had been there for over 30 years. A lot had changed outside of Sunny Valley but the inside hadn't. She was going to have to gut and rebuild this place from the ground up, she thought as she took a deep breath and made her way in.

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The murmurs started long before she’d stepped foot into the hospital. She hadn’t expected a warm welcome, it’d been a stressful time for everyone with a regime change, but the doctors, some older than her father, and all men weren’t going to be an easy sell on her as their new boss.

She understood from a statistical standpoint. She hadn’t been practicing for that many years. But in that time she had been published and was known for her unique approach to care. Her father had also donated a large sum of money to the state's Psychiatric Association. Which certainly didn’t hurt her chances. —————

So she came in with a positive, self-assured attitude. She had a game plan and now the hard work began. She meets with the doctors on staff with bold new orders. She would meet with each individual to go over the patient and their care plan. She would lay out new directives and goals, telling them she was bringing them into a new age of medicine where new research and medicine are all utilized with psychotherapy, medication, and the arts. It went over about as well as she expected. At least she was prepared for every rebuttal and excuse as she was an avid reader of medical journals. She’d infuriated a handful who resigned, but she preferred to bring in new life anyway.

She met with every employee, from groundskeepers and kitchen to housekeeping. She gave them her plans for updates and explained she was going to start looking for funding immediately and to expect changes and upgrades. Most of the staff liked her new hands-on approach, not the idea of more work but instead the idea of someone who would listen to them being in charge.

She spent days buried in files with arguments on treatment and headaches. The lingering stench of cigar smoke still hung in her office no matter how widely she opened the windows. She’d laid the base for her work, now it was time to move onto the most important part, the patients themselves.

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It was Friday and the exhausting week was nowhere near finished. However, she thought she’d been able to check off a huge phase of her plan, a satisfying thick line through it on her goal list.

“There is actually one other patient that we uh… forgot.” A male nurse says as he hangs in her doorway.

“Forgot?” She says with the tone of a scolding mother. “How do you FORGET a patient?”

“He’s been in isolation and we don’t go down there much so the night crew didn’t tell us he was still down there.”

She wanted to bang her head into the desk. She thought she’d processed how poorly they were treating people but they kept on surprising her.

“This...this will not happen again. We don’t lose track of patients...of PEOPLE. We are not that sort of establishment now. I want a new record-keeping system for this sort of thing. Have it to me by the end of next week.”

“Yes ma’am." The frustrated younger man said.

“It’s Doctor Dixon. Now show me to him.” She shoos him out of the doorway.

Not even the golden hour light could salvage the depressing aesthetic of the hospital. Peeling paint and chipped tiles she had to skip over with her heels were everywhere she went. She pulled her white lab coat over her matching suit set as they made their way into an even more dreary sort of hallway. Some doors weren’t even on the hinges and inside were torn padded cells in a neglected wing of the building.

“I’d expect to find something like this in the old abandoned B building but not here. You still keep people in these things?” She says with a heavy sigh of frustration.

“Just this one. And we don’t have to use it often. Well. Just for him.” She shrugs as he finds his key.

“Who is him?”

“Harp. He’s… difficult.”

“How so?”

“Prone to violent outbursts, sleeping with other patients… staff.”

Scarlet lets out a scoff. “And he should be forgotten in a dark tiny room for that?”

“Uhh.. it’s… where we put him when he won’t listen.”

“Just… open it? Okay. I’ll deal with you and this… horrid treatment plan you have allowed here later."

“You sure you don’t want me to get someone else to help, he mi-“

“Open the damn door.” She ordered more sternly, whatever it is I can handle it.” she insisted loudly and with a glare.

For a few heavy moments, nothing happens, just an open door into a very dark room that the light doesn’t reach. The white noise of the bodies inside the building beyond the wing’s heavy double doors was slight, just a steady beat of her pulse in her ears as her eyes tried to focus. The nurse stands in a defensive body position as Scarlet peers into the room taking tentative steps forward.

She waits and then hears movement. The aid moves into the room and she follows behind, seeing how this is going to go.

“C’mon Harp.” He grunts and uses his foot to roll the man onto his front.

“Did you just…” the face of the aid turns fast to a very angry face staring daggers into him. “...kick him?”

“No ma’am I was just rolling him so he could get up easier.”

She hears a muffled grunt from the man on the floor who’s slowly moving.

“Shut up.” The aid mutters down.

Dixie takes a deep breath to compose herself. “Go to your supervisor's office and wait for me.” She states coldly.

“Ma’am I-“

“I don’t care what you have to say anymore alright? Every time I’ve given you a chance you have only continuously failed so you’re fired. Go tell HR, and send one of the female nurses this way, please.”

She gets the death stare she’d seen a million times before when correcting and enacting her authority to a man. “Yes ma’am.” He grits through his teeth.

As she hears his footsteps down the hall she begins to kneel next to this unfortunate man. “I would like to apologize for this treatment, Mister Harp.”

She sees his face, a beard just started to fill out and as unkempt as his shirt and greasy hair. It laid in the way his sleeping had moved it, he had crusts on his face and his eyes were squeezed shut from the light. She helps him sit up, being gentle but having to exert to help the large man. She let his eyes adjust and when he finally opened them to look at her his face contorted into a very confused expression.

“I’m Doctor Dixon. The previous Chief passed away and I’m his replacement. I’ll be taking care of the hospital now. And I would like to personally apologize for the mistreatment you’ve been given here previously. This is archaic and holds no scientific grounds to help patients based on formal studies.”

He really only heard a few of her rushed words. She’d lost him towards the end there but whatever she said it had sounded nice. His ears worked better than his eyes at the moment and the almost husky, thick, and sweet feminine Georgia accent rolling out of her painted mouth like sweat dripping down a glass was making him melt too.

“So the old guy finally bit it?” He croaks out after clearing his throat.

“Yes. Heart attack they said.”

“Mmmph.” Was his emotionless reply. From how he’s been treated she didn’t blame him for not being upset. So far no one had really acted upset about the news. It was very telling.

“Who are you?” He focuses his eyes on her.

“Doctor Dixon. I’m here to replace the Chief that just died.”

“Ah.” He nods and then winces.

“Would you mind if we got you out of here and cleaned up? We could speak over a good meal, I'd love to hear what you have to say about the previous administration. I want to help.”

As another nurse swept in, a broad farmer's daughter, helped her loosen the jacket and get him to the washroom. “You want to… know what I think?” He lets out a hoarse chuckle.

“Of course. You’re a part of this hospital and if I’m running it I want to know everything. Good and the bad.”

He nods and focuses on using his legs, the journey to the bath hadn’t felt this long in a while. “You take your time, schedule him down for some Physical Therapy tomorrow please. I’ll go make sure your room is ready.” She says reassuringly. He sees her disappear into the fuzz of the distance, his injection still making him groggy. —————— He’d slicked back his wild and uneven hair with water and was currently hunched over his desk in his room being allowed to eat in peace. It was nice.

“Hello? Mr. Harp?” A slightly familiar voice from his doorway says. A little redhead with a daughter of a dentist smile and perfectly coiffed big hair came and sat in the seat next to his desk. “I managed to grab an extra pudding. You want it?” She sits it on his desk as she has a seat.

It’d been a while since he’d seen anyone new and she was bright and shiny and there was plenty to look at. He looks her over and then to the cup. “A bribe?”

“No. I thought for all the hell the former establishment put you through that at the moment an extra pudding cup is the least I could do.” She gives a real smile and a huff of a laugh. Been a long time since someone had interacted with him like he wasn’t in a psychiatric ward.

“Hmmph.” He grunts and accepts the offer.

“I did want to hear about your treatment here. As I said. I want this hospital to be a place where people can receive the help and support they need to achieve their goals. I’m not here to be a warden. I’m here to be a doctor. I took an oath to help others and I seem to be one of the few around that took that seriously.” She huffs.

“You don’t act like a doctor.”

“I’m a horse of a different color I presume.”

He nods in acknowledgment and continues eating.

“I wanted to know the good and bad of the hospital previously. Because I want to fix things. The men responsible for putting you in that cell have all been fired I'd like you to know.”

“Really...taking charge of the place aren’t ya?”

“I’m being met with much resistance.” She admits with a smile.

“Let me add to it then. I have conditions.”

“Conditions? What for?” She leaned closer and he could smell her perfume. It’d been a while since he’d been buried in the neck of a woman that smelled expensive like she did.

“For this information you want.”

“Oh. Well okay. What would you like Mr. Harp?”

“For starters call me Declan.” He waves his hand. “You’re gonna be my doctor right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“So I’ll be having sessions with you now?”

“Correct.”

“We starting tomorrow?”

“If you wish.”

“I do. And I want you to have me something waiting in your office when I come in.”

“What would that be?”

“A cheeseburger.”

“A cheeseburger?” She laughs.

“The biggest you can find from the greasiest place you know of.”

She laughs and nods enthusiastically. “Consider it done.” She says happily.

“Really?”

“Why not?” she shrugs. “Perfectly reasonable request.”

He blinks in surprise at her but with dark narrowed eyes. “I’ll sing like a bird for you after I have that burger then.”

“Consider it a deal.” She holds out her hand to shake on it and the trust she was showing for him not to yank her down and have his way with her was astounding.

“Lookin forward to it, Doc…?” He shakes her hand.

“Dixon.” She adds with no annoyance for repeating it.

“Doctor Dixon. Alright. See you then.”

“Looking forward to it.” She repeats back playfully and he’s left with a visible confused expression on his face for the pleasant interaction he’d just had with someone in charge. He didn’t know if he was happy about or ashamed of himself. But she had certainly caught his interest.

——————————

“Hey, there jailbird.” says the woman in the worn chair. She was sitting incorrectly as always, this time with her legs over the arm of the chair.

“Hey, Alex.” He sighs to his only real friend in the hospital.

“Was this a new record?” She asks, turning her head from the old television in the activity room towards a tired and beaten up looking Declan.

“I don’t know. I was the one in the box I don’t know what day it is.”

“Thursday.”

“Fuck me.”

“Yeah, you really pissed them off last time.” She laughs. “Can’t keep your charm to yourself can you?”

“No ma’am.” He wears a sly grin. “Speaking of have you seen that new doctor?”

“New doctor director.” She corrects with a point of a finger. “Yes, I have.”

“What do you think about her?”

“I like her.”

“Really? You like no one.” He questions her motives.

“I saw her today. She’s...different.”

“Yeah. Different. That’s what I thought.” He hums in thought.

“I’m surprised you haven’t made sweet sweet love to that little peachy assed firecracker.” Alex jokes.

“Oh, it’s been on mind ever since I came to and saw her walk out of my room in that tight little skirt.”

“She is...yeah.” Alex blushes slightly. “But she was actually nice to me. Was strange.”

“Yeah me too. It was...new.” He runs his arm and settles into his chair.

“She wrote down my complaints. Apparently, she has for everyone so far. She called down to the office and fired Jones because I told her what he did to me.”

“Yeah, she fired numb nuts that threw me in.”

“You should play nice with this one. She might be a good one.”

“I wouldn’t bruise that peach.”

“You’ll have to practice your lying. You’ve gotten rusty.” She grins.

“I don’t plan on it. If she comes through with my request I’m gonna tell her about all this bullshit.”

“She even mentioned… getting out.” She adds in a quieter more serious tone and Declan immediately notices and changes his focus.

“What’d she say?” He whispers with great interest.

“Apparently a few years back the...psychiatry people said homosexuality was no longer a mental illness. So she’s going to work to get that removed from my paperwork and we can work on the rest. It’ll “improve my chances of being released tremendously” Alex mocks the doctor's heavy southern drawl.

“Yeah she’s a little belle isn’t she?” He laughs.

“I mean her name is Scarlett for fucks sake. She is a debutante.”

“Well fuck me that’s a sexy name.”

“Don’t I know it. About creamed my cotton panties when she told me. Dr. Scarlett Dixon.” She mocks again.

“I’m gonna make her cream hers.” Declan promises with wiggling eyebrows.

“I’m sure you will stud. But play nice. She could be useful. Plus she has a fiancé. Didn’t you see that big rock on her hand?”

“I didn’t.” He shakes his head. “Never stopped me before.”

“Not much has.”

——————————-

Scarlet got home late, almost nodding off from overwork and the calming quiet of the drive. She yawns and wakes herself up before entering her house she shared with her fiancé currently.

“Hello, Phillip.” She sighs out, seeing him with his glasses on and hunched over his desk in his office by the front door. “Did Wilamena make dinner as I requested?”

“Yeah. It’s...in the fridge.” He doesn’t look up when responding.

“Do you have a minute? I had a big day today.” She says sheepishly.

He looks up and sighs. “What is it?”

“I just wanted to tell you about my day is all. Big changes coming with this job.” She bounces on her feet excitedly.

“You’re working in a nuthouse Dixie how interesting can it be?”

“Very. Actually. And that’s a rather offensive term so please don’t refer to it in that way. Especially at the fundraiser coming up.”

“When was that again?”

“Tuesday.” She sighs. She’d told him so many times and it was so important to her.

“Mmm.” He answers.

“What does Hmm mean?” She asks with her irritation showing.

“I might have something that night.”

“Of course you do.” She mutters and rubs her temple.

“I’m a busy man.” He says lazily but defensively.

“Yeah. And I’m a busy woman and still manage to find time for everything.” She says quietly but sharply.

“Do you want the work I do for your father to suffer? Do you want me to mess up one of his legal proceedings and have him arrested? Because that’s what happens when I don’t work Dixie.”

With her jaw tight she huffs air out of her nose in frustration. “Of course I don’t.” She says bitterly. “I just wish you had time to be my fiancé and not just my father's lawyer. We don’t even… sleep together anymore. You realize it’s been months?”

“Has it?” He asks rhetorically with his eyes back to his desk.

“Yes. I had a good day and thought I could share my successes and you could validate my hard work and I could have some attention from you to celebrate things going well.”

“I need to know these things in advance. I can’t just up and be in a mood to give you attention. I’m-“

“A busy man. I know.” She sighs and lets her hands hit her hips. She went to bed frustrated and alone after eating cold leftovers while standing in her kitchen. Who was she to give people advice anyway? She certainly didn’t have her shit together.

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H is For... (A to Z part 8)

A/N: i’m like really happy with how fast i got this done. for all those going through finals like i am here’s a small present! Not safe for Ramadan

Warnings: smut, sub!luke, oral sex, handcuffs, spanking, paddles, orgasm denial, vibrators, dildos, cock rings, public sex, strict dom

Handcuffs

Sophie’s hand clutches Luke’s tightly as they wait for the plane to take off. “We should have just driven there.” She mutters while looking up at the ceiling.

“Soph, that's a thirty hour drive.” Sierra says across the aisle. Luke presses a gentle kiss to her hair as Sophie tightens her grip on his hand.

“I don’t care, I don’t care.”

“Here babe,” Luke pulls his phone out and hands Sophie some earbuds. As she puts them in Luke starts some music. The sound of Luke singing fills her and Sophie relaxes against his side. It helps her through the plane taxiing and taking off.

Once in the air Sophie continues to rest against Luke, Sierra’s reading quietly next to them, ignoring the man who sits next to her. Luke’s almost sure Sophie’s fallen asleep against him but when he looks down her carmel eyes are already looking at him. After shooting her a smile Luke looks over the seats to find the bathroom. “You know if… if you’re still nervous we could…” His cheeks go red and Sophie gets a knowing look on her face.

“You don’t think someone will notice?”

“Maybe I want someone to.” Sophie hums, her fingers running through Luke’s curls.

“I guess I’ll entertain you. Go to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there.” Luke hurries to unbuckle his seatbelt, trying to be nonchalant as he hurries to the bathroom. Only a few minutes later Sophie knocks on the door. He pulls her inside, locking the door and sitting on top of the toilet seat lid. Luke pulls Sophie towards him, fingers untying the string of her sweatpants. She lets Luke tug her sweatpants down her legs, her underwear soon following. “Ask for what you want baby boy.”

“May I eat you out Miss?” Luke kisses her bare thigh.

“Better be fast, wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious.” Her hands grip his curls, pulling him to her sex. Luke quickly laps at her, feeling himself harden as Sophie quietly moans. She pulls him against her harder, grinding against Luke’s face. He groans, head getting tipped back and held there. Sophie keeps his head pulled back until his neck starts to ache. Luke doesn’t complain because he’s a good boy. Sophie moans when Luke curls his tongue. He slowly slips a finger inside her, curling it and stroking her g-spot. Sophie’s legs quiver and she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly as she cums against his face.

When she comes down from her high she pats Luke’s cheek. “Good boy,” she repeats the sentiment when he pulls her underwear and sweatpants back up her legs. “Better get cleaned up.” Sophie giggles as she walks out of the bathroom.

Luke’s cheeks burn when he walks back to his seat a few minutes later. Sophie’s arm wraps around him as he sits down, letting him rest against her. “Does you neck hurt?”

“A bit, it’s okay.”

“If it’s still hurting when we get to the beach house let me know, I’ll give you a massage.” She turns a movie on, handing Luke an earbud so he can watch along. Luke sighs and relaxes, catching Sierra looking at him, a knowing smirk on her face. Instead of acknowledging her he snuggles up Sophie even more.

When they land it’s nighttime. The three of them are all exhausted, barely taking time to appreciate the sight of the beach house as they crash into their respective rooms. Sierra’s snuggled all the way under her covers while Luke and Sophie have just cuddled together under a sherpa blanket. Sophie’s on top of Luke, her cheek smushed against his chest, Luke’s hands above his head like they’re bound together.

The morning is peaceful, Luke opens the door to the balcony, hearing the sound of the ocean and seagulls. He can see the ocean just across the street. Sophie presses herself to his back, her skin warm and inviting. Luke turns around, leaning against the railing. “Are we going to go to the beach today?”

“If you want, we have all the time in the world. This is for us all to relax.” Her fingers slowly trail up his bare chest. “All the time for me to play with you.” Luke gulps and looks down at Sophie with wide eyes.

“Do you want to play with me now Miss?” Sophie hums, her fingers pinching at his nipples. Her leg drifts between his, rubbing against his crotch. Luke lets out a soft moan and Sophie pulls away.

“No, I don’t think I will just yet.” As she walks away she smirks back at him. Fuck.

It takes Luke three days to figure out what Sophie’s setting up. She’s been egging him on, daring him to be bratty so she can use her handcuffs on him. Challenge accepted.

Luke starts with pestering her, stealing her book while they’re at the beach to make her chase him, whining and pouting when he doesn’t get his way, whatever he can to get that playful and dominant glare out of her. When Sierra goes out for the day, Sophie springs into action. Her hands grab his curls, pulling him up the stairs and into their bedroom. “Clothes off.”

“Why?” Luke makes sure Sophie can hear the brattiness in his voice. She spins him around and her hand slaps his cheek. Luke tries not to moan at the sting, she’s going to be rough with him today. He loves when she’s rough with him.

“Because I said so brat, now clothes off.” Luke doesn’t protest, Sophie leaving his sight as he undresses. He can hear the zip of her boots as he leaves his clothes scattered on the floor. “Oh you’re just begging for me to beat your ass aren’t you?” Sophie locks his collar around his neck. “Clean your mess up.” He can feel her impatience as he folds his clothes up. When he turns around she’s sitting on the bed, a black box next to her. “Over my lap, what’s your safeword?”

“Red Miss,” Luke shivers when her hands massage his ass.

“You’ve been a bad boy this week Lu.” Luke’s cock kicks against her leg. “And now I have to punish you,” her hand slaps his ass. “Do you think I have the time to punish sluts like you?” Another slap, “because I know there’s much more productive things I could be doing right now. So why are you wasting my time?” Luke moans when her hands hit his skin.

“I don’t know Miss, I’m sorry.” Sophie hums and spanks him harder.

“I know why,” her hits gradually gain more force. “It’s because you’re a greedy little attention whore. Am I wrong?”

“No Miss you’re not wrong. I’m a greedy attention whore Miss.” Sophie slaps his ass so hard Luke squeaks and covers himself with his hands.

“You’re just making this harder on yourself.” Luke wiggles to quell his excitement as Sophie cuffs his hands together. The metal feels wonderful against his skin. She grabs a plain wooden paddle, twirling it in her hand a few times before cracking it against Luke’s ass. Luke moans and writhes in Sophie’s lap. “If you cum without permission on my new skirt.” The implied threat makes Luke even harder.

“I won’t Miss.” Sophie cracks the paddle down again to elicit a scream from him.

“For some reason I don’t believe you. Lift your hips.” Luke complies, cheeks burning when she gets a cock ring around him. Then she flicks a switch on it and the small toy starts vibrating against him. Luke moans, grinding against Sophie’s thigh. She spanks him with the paddle again. “Stop squirming, I’m not done with you.” The order comes with another slap. Luke stills. Sophie quickly opens him up, sliding a vibrating butt plug in him. “The longer I spank you the higher this goes.” Sophie doesn’t turn it on immediately, spanking Luke with the paddle for a few minutes before she clicks the remote. He moans, writhes against Sophie’s lap, pulling his wrists against the cuffs. The paddle hitting his ass forcefully gets him to stop, Luke going pliant against Sophie. Her fingers squeeze his ass, making him let out a pained moan.

Luke can hear her rummaging through the box of toys and lifts his head. Sophie quickly pushes it down. The new paddle that hits him stings so much more. Luke yelps and squirms, attempting to pull his hands free. Sophie grabs the chain between the cuffs and pulls, straining Luke’s shoulders. “I think you’d be smart to stop fucking moving.” The holed paddle comes down across his skin three times in quick succession, and Luke chokes back a small cry at the pain. Sophie turns up the speed of the vibrator. Luke squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip while Sophie strikes his backside. “Aw are you going to cry?” Even though she sounds like she’s mocking him Luke knows she’s just checking up on him.

“No Miss. Harder please,” Sophie laughs and slaps his ass with the paddle so hard he jolts. “Thank you Miss.”

“Hm I think I like the sound of you thanking me. So every time I hit you you’re going to thank me.” The rounded paddle hits the curve of his ass, Luke whimpers but says nothing. “Well?” It comes down two more times.

“Thank you Miss.”

“There we go, finally starting to be good.”

“I’m sorry for misbehaving Miss. Ah! Thank you Miss.” Sophie turns the vibe up more. “Please let me cum Miss.”

“Let me think… no.”

“Thank you Miss.” Luke keeps repeating the statement until the vibrator is on it’s sixth setting. He’s taken to begging into the sheets to cum and letting out small whimpers at each hit. Sophie sets the round paddle down, rubbing Luke’s ass gently before picking up a bristle brush. Bristle side down, she rubs the brush across his heated skin. He jerks and whimpers loudly, hands curling into tight fists. There are small tears on his cheeks. “Miss, I- ow! Thank you Miss.” Sophie takes his balls into her hand, brushing the bristles over them before bringing her hand down on them. She hits them lighter than his ass, the whimper Luke lets out is high and needy.

Sophie turns the butt plug off, taking hold of the base and pulling it out. “There’s a good boy, took that spanking so well for me. Let’s get you up now. Feet on the floor, good boy, I just need to get up, you can lay back down on your tummy.” Luke’s wrists sting but he doesn’t complain. He hears Sophie pop open the lube, flexing his hands in the cuffs. “Hey baby, lets get up now.” Sophie helps him up, walking him over to a chair that has an inflatable dildo stuck to it. “I’m uncuffing you but only so you can spread yourself open. Understand?”

“I understand Miss.” His cock is achingly hard, Sophie’s nails running against him. She unlocks his hands, turning her back on him to grab another set of handcuffs. The sounds of Luke’s moans as he sinks down on the toy makes her smirk. When Sophie turns back around the smirk fades into a glare as Luke strokes his cock.

She stalks forward, cuffing his hands to the arms of the chair before slapping his cheek again. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

“No Miss.”

“So why did you decide to touch yourself?”

“I wanted to Miss.” Luke gasps when she slaps his cheek again.

“I’m the one who decides what happens to this body, not a slut who can’t control himself.” She wraps a hand around his throat, not squeezing just yet. “You’re just purposely wasting my time.” Sophie switches off the vibrating cock ring and takes it off.

“I’m sorry Miss.” He’s not.

“Shut up, here’s your first lesson, you don’t do anything without my permission.” She grabs a penis gag, shoving the phallic silicone into Luke’s mouth. “Which means you don’t speak without my permission.” The fake cock is long enough that it almost hits the back of his throat. “Understand?” Luke nods as she squeezes his face.

“You also don’t cum without my permission so here’s what we’re going to do.” Sophie pulls another chair over and grabs a wand vibrator. “You’re going to fuck yourself on that dildo and I’m going to put this against your cock. If you cum before I tell you… well you really don’t want to do that.” Luke nods, watching Sophie pick up the bulb of the inflatable dildo. “Well, get to it.” He slowly starts to fuck himself, already extremely turned on and close. Sophie turns the wand on, not even touching Luke’s cock when he starts moaning. She laughs and presses it to his cock. Luke moans, his hips jerking and hands straining against the cuffs. Sophie squeezes the bulb, getting another muffled moan from him. “Do you want to cum?” Luke nods, eyes screwing shut as Sophie squeezes the bulb two more times. “Too bad,” he groans, slowly fucking himself while Sophie presses a button and deflates the toy.

Sophie enjoys toying with him, watching him try to obey her and hold back his orgasm. She’s a bit merciful, pulling the wand away from Luke’s cock to help him get away from the edge. Riding the dildo as it expands inside him makes Luke’s head fuzz, drool dripping down his skin. He lets out muffled begs for release that Sophie denies each time. Tears start dripping down his cheeks in his desperation which makes Sophie stop for a second. “Are you alright?” The dominance fades away as Sophie cups his cheek. When Luke looks at her he sees his girlfriend, not his dom. He nods, closing his eyes as Sophie brushes his tears away with her thumbs. “You’re doing so good for me baby.”

After giving him a second to calm down, Sophie turns the wand on again. “No cumming yet,” she squeezes the bulb a few times until it’s fully expanded. It touches every spot inside him, driving Luke crazy with the urge to cum. The wand touches his cock lightly and he almost loses it. “No,” Sophie pulls the wand away, quirking her brow to dare him to cum. He moans while sinking back down on the toy. Sophie watches his eyes flutter closed again in pleasure. She puts the wand back against his cock, setting it at a higher setting. Luke whines and starts bouncing on the toy harder. Sophie watches him get closer to the end, denying him again when she hears his muffled plea. Luke tries to hold back but he’s so close to release that just before Sophie pulls the wand away he cums all over himself. She looks at Luke in surprise while Luke looks equally shocked. He starts to babble behind the gag, Sophie hurries to undo it, more drool slipping down Luke’s chin.

“Im sorry, I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t mean to-I’m sorry.” Luke sniffles while Sophie shushes him.

“It’s okay baby boy, you did so good for me. My good boy, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“But I came without permission.”

“That’s okay, I’m not upset, I could never be upset with you.” Sophie deflates the toy and starts unlocking the two sets of handcuffs. “You did so good for me sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” She sighs at the red marks on Luke’s wrists. “When did your wrists start getting cut up?”

“Don’t know,” Sophie sighs again, helping Luke off the chair.

“Alright, go lay down baby boy. Does your ass hurt too badly?” Luke winces a little as he sits on the bed.

“Not too bad but it still hurts. You hit hard.” Sophie pokes her head out from the attached bathroom.

“You asked me to hit hard.”

“I know,” he smiles. Sophie’s shaking her head at him when she walks out of the bathroom. “The brush was a new addition.” He purses his lips for a kiss as Sophie wipes the mess on his stomach up with a wet washcloth. She obliges him with one and then presses another kiss to his forehead.

“Sierra recommended it. Said it was a personal favorite of hers.” Sophie taps his side. “Turn over.”

“To use on others or to be used on her?” Luke asks as he turns onto his stomach.

“Both.” Luke laughs and then hisses when the numbing cream touches his ass. Sophie is gentle while she rubs the cream into his skin, pressing a few tender kisses against his shoulder. “I’ll let that do it’s magic for a bit now let me see your wrists.” Sophie climbs up the bed, opening up her small first aid kit. “This is going to sting.” She wipes the cuts with disinfectant as gently as she can before wrapping his wrists in bandaids. “I should have used our leather cuffs so you wouldn’t get cut.”

“No, I wanted you to use them, made me feel like I had been really bad.” Luke kisses the top of Sophie’s knee and pouts at her. “Leather cuffs next time.”

“Alright, leather cuffs next time.” Luke beams at her. “Do you want your collar off?”

“Yes please,” Sophie is quick to remove it and place it on the bedside table. She slides a loose pair of boxers on Luke before changing into comfier clothes, her boots getting put in the corner and the used sex toys in a box to get them cleaned up later. “Can we open the balcony door? I wanna hear the ocean.”

“Of course,” Sophie opens it, leaving the screen door closed to not let bugs in. When she climbs into bed Luke snuggles right up to her side, his head tucked under her chin. “I didn’t go too hard on you did I?”

Luke looks up in surprise, scanning her face in confusion. “No, I loved it. I would have told you if I didn’t.” He presses a hard kiss to her lips and snuggles back against her.

Sophie relaxes after a few minutes, pressing a kiss to Luke’s curls, cracking a small smile when she realizes he’s passed out. She doesn’t fall asleep but does relax enough that she’s starting to doze when their door slams open, Sierra marching inside. The two of them startle, staring at Sierra with wide eyes. “I just met the most beautiful woman ever.” She flops onto the bed, covering her eyes with her hands. “Oh my god she’s so fucking stunning, and she boxes. Soph she fucking boxes.” Sierra groans, “she’s gonna kill me. She called me pretty Sophie.”

“That’s nice dear, did you get her number?” She reaches foreword, running her fingers through Sierra’s onyx curls.

“No! What if she doesn’t like girls? I don’t want to embarrass myself.” Luke rubs his eyes tiredly.

“Okay Sierra here’s what we’ll do. You have two friends who also like women so we can watch you two together and tell you if she’s into you.” Luke nods next to her. “Now where did you meet her and did you even get her name?”

“The restaurant across the road. She’s the bartender.” Sierra flips over onto her stomach to glare at Sophie. “And yes I did get her name I’m not that much of a disaster. Her name is Dottie.”

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fox-fic-and-ink · 3 years

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#1 Cayde/Shiro, Uldren/Jolyon

"Remember when I said I was having second thoughts?" Shiro-4 mutters as he glances again to the only exit- a dark tunnel of busted turbines that catch the surface winds and twist them into eerie, thin screams by the time they reach the two Hunters deep beneath the Cosmodrome walls. "Now I'm having third and fourth thoughts. They all end with progressively grimmer versions of our deaths."

Cayde snickers and continues to paw through what is definitely a personal footlocker at the end of a cot. "Hey, man! Get excited! It's not every day we find a nest."

The faded black and gold crest hanging from the wall is exactly the thing that has Shiro most eager to leave. The Reef's band of spies and assassins might not be a common sight on Earth but Shiro's never heard a tale of Guardian and Crow interactions that ended with 'and then they all shook hands and walked away'.

"Where there's a nest, there must be Crows, Cayde!"

"Relax! Look at the dust in this place. Nobody's been here for a long time."

Shiro frowns at the thorough blanket of rust flakes covering the empty shelves lining the tunnel. Even the logical observation does little to calm the uneasy static in his limbs.

Cayde triumphantly rescues a sliver of purple crystal from the footlocker. He offers it to Sundance to store away and moves on to patting down the ratty cot. "You ever met the prince of the Reef?"

"No," Shiro grouses as he toes aside a couple old, spent handcannon shells that have him so concerned he doesn't even question why Cayde would bring up Uldren Sov so casually. "I'd appreciate it if today could not be the day either."

Cayde pretends he doesn't hear and rambles on. "Colossal asshole! Stupid hair. Possible mommy issues. Definitely sister issues. Nice legs though."

The overhead light flickers. Something twists and frays in the scout's chest and his stomach drops like an uncoupled elevator.

"I'm out of here," Shiro announces with conviction, his feet already moving.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Cayde has to scramble, long legs vaulting him over the pathetic cot and catching up with the other Exo before he can so much as duck past the first broken turbine. "What's got you so wound up today?"

"I don't like this place." Shiro shrugs Cayde's hand from his shoulder. "Hate being some place I can't see the sky. Or without multiple escape routes."

They don't talk about why. Hunter skittishness tends to come from direct experience and Cayde and Shiro share some of the same experiences. Cayde affects a tongue click of grudging understanding before nearly cooing. "Come here. I know how to calm you down."

"Really?" Shiro grunts at the hands on his hips. "Here, of all places?"

Cayde hums in affirmative and worms his hand into Shiro’s pants.

The rolling of Shiro's eyes is mostly for show- a way of keeping Cayde from getting too big a head. "You could have at least wiped those hands off first."

The grumbling does nothing to deter Cayde’s fingers and Shiro hates that it only takes a few seconds to actually relax into the sensation of stroking fingers and the comfort of Cayde's body close but somehow pushing back the claustrophobia-inducing vibe of the space around them.

“That better?”

Shiro, contrary, doesn’t answer. But he does let his forehead settle against Cayde's shoulder.

"That's a good boy."

At the same time, Shiro frowns and squirms closer.

Cayde doubles his efforts, sinking into narrow crevices and tender spots until Shiro is whimpering and twitching into his fingers.

This man is sometimes the best and worst thing to happen to Shiro and it's mind boggling how quickly a situation can swing either way.

Case in point; Just as Shiro is thinking about digging his fingers into Cayde's ass and coming all over the other man's hand, the sound of steps drift down the tunnel- loud enough it's clear the owners don't feel the need to sneak.

Both Hunters snap to readiness. Shiro steps back and unholsters his sidearm but Cayde pulls him further away from the tunnel’s mouth, frantically bundling them behind a jutting piece of wall that looks like a fraction of a closet. Cayde yanks his fluttering cape into hiding just before a dramatic sigh pops from the room's entrance.

"Look at this place. I told her we should have put down the House of Kings before they became too aggressive in the area. Instead they run rampant and I start another Earth nest from zero."

"You know your sister," a second voice quips softly, "a dozen plates spinning on a dozen hands and none of us invited to the show."

The first man huffs but follows with an agreeing chuckle.

Two ideas cut across Shiro's brain at once. The first is that this is not just any passing Crow but the Prince of the Reef, Uldren Sov himself. The second thought is that somehow, someway, Cayde must have known the Prince of the Reef was on his way to this location and still decided to poke around the place.

Shiro glares silent death at Cayde whose face twists in all the protest he would be spewing in rapid fire if it weren't for the two men just feet away still oblivious to the intruding Hunters. Shiro doesn't buy the other Exo's shocked and repentant expressions for a minute and gives serious thought to kicking Cayde out of cover first to draw attention while Shiro abandons him and makes a run for it on his own.

"We're not starting from zero," soothes Uldren's companion with an almost teasing lilt. "Some of the furniture is still here."

Shiro is struggling to place the second man- another Crow? A freelancer? It's difficult to gage the danger they're in without knowing the second man's identity.

"You're right," Uldren agrees, strangely breathless. "A single bed is all we need to start."

Then, Traveler take Shiro where he stands, someone laughs, then the rusted cot squeaks, and someone moans.

Shiro switches from glaring squinty death threats to fighting to keep his eyes from falling out of his head in surprise. The same surprise strikes Cayde but he recovers much quicker and, by the time two sets of panting breaths are rising just on the other side of their minimalistic hiding spot, Cayde has dropped his head to Shiro's and he practically quakes with bately-contained amusement.

Shiro pinches a soft, vulnerable spot to say 'It isn't funny!'

But Cayde's eyes only glow brighter with mirth when he rights himself to stare Shiro down. Mirth falls to mischief in the subtly shifting hue of glowing eyes and-

Shit. Shiro knows that look. Even with the warning, Shiro very nearly yelps when hands find their way back into his unzipped pants.

'Really? Now?' He screams with his eyes.

Cayde shrugs a single shoulder and wriggles a finger down and in and up, up, up. Shiro's whole damn mod clenches around it. He thinks of ways to later punish Cayde for this reckless behavior. They only serve to make Shiro clench harder and buck against that misbehaving finger.

Shiro wouldn't consider himself a voyeur but he has to admit that there's something in the rising pitch of the voices just beyond and the rythmic protest of old metal that make it impossible not to get a little more excited and to match pace.

Cayde is so damn smug when Shiro chances a glance that Shiro shuts his eyes and locks his jaw before he rocks into those fingers again.

The best and worst.

Uldren comes first- the high, strangled whine so sudden and loud that it almost sounds like he's been shot. Shiro's face twitches when he realizes he knows what the Prince of the Reef sounds like during orgasm. Sov's partner follows shortly after and Shiro spills hot and almost painfully sharp somewhere between that last satisfied sigh and the absolutely thundering silence that follows.

He refuses to look at Cayde. Absolutely refuses. But, when he inevitably does, he finds Cayde with his own cock in hand slowly jerking it as he fixates on Shiro's thoroughly embarrassed face.

Cayde is the absolute worst, Shiro decides. He reaches out anyway to lend the man a hand.

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chris-evans-imagine · 4 years

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Forever Crush

A/n: I guess I’m a sucker for post-christmas writing, I love the holiday bubble lol. This was actually a request I loved and it took me a while to make it the way I wanted it’s long, 2500+. I hope you like it.

Request: I have a Chris Evans imagine request. It’s actually a crazy dream I had the other day. So the person is Chris’s sisters nanny for the kids, more just to keep them occupied while she is doing things around the house. Christ tries to work his Hollywood charm but doesn’t faze you. On Christmas Eve, you end up under the mistletoe with Chris. You can add more too! Thank you! I love your stuff ❤️

Warnings: long one-shot. Cursing, drinking. And fluff…

“Mac and cheese again?” you asked to little Luca. He winked and showed that hole in his smile that made your heart melt. He was a little beau.

“I like your mac and cheese, dad’s just so… urgh!” you couldn’t agree more, that’s why he laughed when you wrinkled your nose when the memory of the organic or whatever shit it was. That was everything but mac and cheese. Of course you had discussed with Scott Luca’s diet, he had a few requests which you always considered. Except for mac and cheese.

Scott and Jeremy had been your neighbors since you got to the building, having them as neighbors was delightful and they thought the same about you since you babysat their son every once in a while.

Today was one of those days, he was in your place. Scott was supposed to pick him up by dinner, but you knew that Christmas shopping would take him way longer. That’s why the little rascal was helping you out with dinner for two.

Your phone rang interrupting your favorite song.

“It’s your dad”

“Which one?” he asked while he licked the spoon. You smiled, maybe he wasn’t biological but he had Scott’s sassiness.

“Hey” you picked up.

“Hey, doll. How are you two doing?” Scott asked.

“We’re fine, we’re about to have dinner… how’s shopping going?”

“Oh, it’s a mess, people everywhere, we haven’t finished… I just called to tell you that my brother just got to town, he’s going to pick Luca up. And tomorrow we have a dinner, we’d love you to have you there, y/n.”

“Okay, which brother?” you asked expecting not to hear certain name but since you were aware he only had one brother, you obviously knew the answer.

“Chris, duh. Hey, what are you having for dinner?”

“Just a healthy meal, baby” you sounded as sarcastic as you could be.

“Please, don’t be mac and cheese”

“It’s mac and cheese” you laughed.

“God… don’t make my boy…” you cut him out.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, hope you finish soon, say goodbye to your dad”

“Bye, daddy” Luca screamed.

“You two are killing me, bye”

Luca was such an easy weight, he was all over dinner and sleep. He was sleeping on your lap while you watched Friends, it was around 9 when the doorbell rang. You moved him softly and put a cushion on his head. His blonde straight hair spread all over.

And when you opened the door, there was another blonde.

“Hello” he gave you a half smile, the one that he could use in a photoshoot. The one he could have practiced for ages to make it as perfect and irresistible as it could be.

“Hey, Chris, Luca’s asleep.” You let him in. your door wasn’t small, that’s why you couldn’t understand how he dare to invade your personal space.

“I figured. Scott told me you had his spare key, do you mind if I go and open the door and then pick him up?”

“No, it’s fine. Wait” you left him in the living room. You were a nice person, and somehow, Chris just made you feel so small and so… boring? You didn’t like it. That was one of the reasons you tried to keep your distance. He looked so arrogant and so untouchable, you were just… done. You just didn’t need that.

You took the key from the cabinet and turned just to face a steel chest.

“I… hum, told you to wait?” you asked looking at him.

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I got distracted by your Christmas decorations. It’s really nice, huh.”

“Thanks. Here’s the key”

“Thanks, beautiful.” He had that look. The one that I can strip you here and make you mine, kind of look. You were so over it.

“Stop the act, Christopher” you demanded “it’s just the two of us, dude”

“I’m not acting, I think you’re beautiful”

“How? You don’t even…” you couldn’t reach the right word.

“What?”

“Have seen me.” you murmured and started walking towards the couch.

“I have, I’ve seen plenty of you. Your hair, it’s kind of red when on the sunlight. You have a birth mark on your hand and you trace it with your fingers when you’re thinking, and you are beautiful. You’ve got a beautiful face and a beautiful ass.” You stopped and turned to look at him. You could scream but there was an infant sleeping.

“WHAT?” you articulated but didn’t scream, didn’t know if you wanted to punch him or you just wanted to laugh. Or kick your own ass.

“I’ve seen you, that’s what I mean. Maybe I went too far” he scratched his head and smiled looking at the wood floor.

“How dare you? You were just doing fine, telling me those things and you screwed it up with the last part. No, no, how dare you to look at my butt?! That’s the real question. Your nephew it’s on the couch”

“Have done it before and won’t be the last time” he smiled as big as he could, he had beaten you up on this battle.

“I hate you” you murmured while he picked up Luca. Yeah, you hated how handsome he looked with a little boy on his strong arms.

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“I’m telling you, I was a jerk” Chris spoke as Scott cleaned the mess his son had left.

“You usually are when you’re with her, man. Why can’t you just be… you?” Chris took a long sip of his beer. The truth was he didn’t even know how to act in front of her. That… just came.

The first time he saw her, she had curled up watching Disney movies with Luca. He had come over to visit his family, Scott opened and when Chris when straight up to look for his nephew, he was just cuddled up with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt jealous of a 5 years-old. She was just... different. And so was he when they had an actual conversation.

He was a jerk. He was just… not him. He felt like he needed to impress her since she wasn’t the kind of woman he usually met. He didn’t know how to reach the level of a woman like that.

He would never forget her look when she woke up. Her hair was undone, her sleepy face made her look like an angel, and he couldn’t feel more attracted to the beautiful creature that was walking towards him.

“Hello” she spoke first.

“Hey, this is my brother Chris, did Luca wake up?”

“Nice to meet you, Chris” she reached his hand and smiled, the freckles and a dimple showed. Like if it was a sky at night, with its stars and moon. “Luca’s still asleep, I think I’ll go to my place to sleep too…”

“Need any company?” The words just came out of his mouth. There was an awkward silence between Chris, y/n and Scott.

“I’m fine, thanks” she spoke. “See ya, baby” she kissed Scott’s cheek and waved goodbye to Chris, there was no way she’d get closer to him. Not now, not ever.

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Doorbell.

Saying hello.

A glass of wine.

And abort the mission.

You had thought about the plan for tonight’s dinner.

Except that it wasn’t going to work out at all. How did you know it? Well, you didn’t expect HE would opened the door, since he was another guest, right? But he did, he was in front of you, tall, dark and beautiful.

“You look…”

“Don’t say beautiful” you warned and he smiled. He knew he’d need to improve his game. Or at least, just try to be himself.

“I was going to say spectacular. May I help you with your coat?” you rose your eyebrow and nodded. “I’m sorry for what I said last night” he spoke, you crossed your arms and watched him move

“It’s okay, I don’t want things to be awkward” and that was the new plan, just let things go. Easy? Nope.

“I meant it, tho”

“Oh, my God” you walked away looking for that urgent glass of wine.

You chatted with the people that was around. but still, it was one of those days when even small talk made you feel like you needed something stronger than wine. Lucky for you, you knew where Scott kept the grown-ups boose.

You pour a Scotch and... That was it. Plan B.

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“Should I be worried?” Scott asked Chris.

“Why?” he asked drinking his beer.

“She’s… tipsy, I’ve only seen her drunk twice”

“I’ll take care of her. When everything gets… fuzzy I’ll take her home”

“No way! She hates you” Scott remembered to Chris. The older brother looked at you across the room, you were smiling and talking. You laughed. He loved your laugh.

“And you are the host, you can’t leave. And I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t drink anymore so I’ll be wide awake”

“Okay” Scott accepted. “Take care of her, Chris. I’m telling you”

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You went to the kitchen and it was like Luca had left all his Legos, you walked dodging… anything. You were just tipsy.

Something fell. You knew something had fallen, you hit it with your elbow. You stopped and swirl looking for it. But you got dizzy, lucky for you, you weren’t alone.

“I got you, come on” someone grabbed your waist and make you sat on the counter.

“I’m fine, I just want to go home” you spoke. You were like a spoiled little girl, before the lecture when she’d misbehaved.

“Okay, let’s get your coat”

“Chris, I don’t need you. I can go on my own, I live across the hall” you pointed and he rose his eyebrows.

“I’ll just walk you and make sure you’re okay”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine, super-duper fine”

“Okay” if he had known something it was that he’d never should argue with someone drunk. “I’ll just help you with your purse”

“Yeah” you agreed.

He helped you to pick up your coat and as he had told you, he had your purse.

“I don’t get it” you spoke out of the blues.

“What?”

“You’re just so good and nice and then you’re a jerk with me. You come here and then play your stupid Hollywood act. I don’t like it, I don’t like you.” You stopped and pointed at his chest.

“What?”

“Yeah! You come here and it’s funny, like hilarious because Scott adores you and so does Luca and they tell me the most amazing things about you and then” you stopped and looked right through his eyes, you felt absolutely exposed but brave to throw the next words “and then you’re not the crush I thought I had” you smile and sigh.

Chris can barely breathe. His hands are sweaty, his mind has just blown. He’s an actor. He’s done plenty of movies were the adrenaline goes from 0 to 100 in a sec. but this, this is just so different.

“I said you were my… crush, until I met you and” you were about to cry, you lean your head back to hold the tears. “I’m definitely drunk”

“Y/n”

“Don’t say anything, I just want to go home, dude. Just let it go, it’s amazing just to say it, like, I feel free and… sad, and” you weren’t able to finish when you threw up on his top designer shoes.

After that. Everything was a blur.

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Fucking light.

Fucking sun.

Fucking hangover.

Fucking Chris.

You were on your bed, it was after noon and you were just opening your eyes. You buried yourself on the covers. You felt awful.

You had a note and a pharmacy bag on your night stand.

“Thank you for ruin Chris’s favorite shoes. S”

“What did I do?” you asked to yourself. You woke up, dud part of your usual routine and called Scott. He didn’t pick up.

After two hours of feeling sick, horrible and guilty as fuck, you decided to apologize to Chris and ask what had happened.

The moment you opened the door was like flashbacks.

You pressed the doorbell and Scott showed up.

“I’m sorry” you murmured covering your face.

“No, it’s okay, darling… but I think you should talk to Chris”

“Why? Did he tell you anything?” he nodded. “Tell me”

“No, it’s time you two talk”

“But I don’t want to” you made puppy face and he grabbed your waist. “I feel like I did something horrible. You used my key to get me sober somehow and I don’t even remember”

“Nothing bad happened, I promise, but you’ll feel better if you hear it from him” he closed the door behind you.

“Fine, where is him?” you asked.

“He’s on the living room”

Every step you took felt like you were about to jump on a cliff of hell. It felt like you were about to burn. You saw him playing with Luca, the little kid ran towards you and hugged your legs.

“Hey, love” you hugged him back. Unable to look at Chris.

“Come on, Luca, let’s leave them alone”

You sighed and tried to walk towards him but your feet were now drilled on the floor.

“so, I’m sorry, I don’t remember much, but I think I insulted you and called you names and I think I threw up and…”

“you only remember the bad parts, huh?” he stood in front of you, you looked at him. he looked different.

“You did call me names, you did threw up and you called me your crush”

“I did what?” you replied. Why? Why? Why?

“yeah, you told me a nice story, I was holding your hair while you threw up on the toilet.”

“What did I tell you” you walked away, to try to keep your distance, he respected that and started talking.

“You told me that the first time we met you almost met and then you froze by how asshole I was. And you were right I was a jerk, I guess I was trying to impress you but… I don’t know. And then you told me you even had imagined our first kiss. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah”

“What if we had everything for that to happen? What if we start all over?” you turn around to see him under a mistletoe he was holding above his head.

“Chris…”

“You’ve been my forever crush, y/n. but now I’m madly, crazy, deeply in love with you”

You walked towards him and crossed your arms around his neck, he leaned to kiss you. He remembered it, the stupid kiss under the mistletoe.

His lips were sweet and delicate. That kiss was like a Hollywood kiss, just perfect. He compass of his lips on yours. You two slowly split.

“You still owe me a pair of shoes”

“Shut up” he leaned to kiss you again.

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littlelambdrgnfly · 4 years

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Tumblr exclusive fic

Hey y’all! So I wrote this fic a couple of years ago on my ABDL tumblr (which I’m not sharing because I did at first and it quickly got weird because that’s where I reblog all my fap material lmao), and it’s just straight up humiliation smut. Warning: it does get messy. Hope you like it! <3

Love and Punishment

Something John had never anticipated about extreme fame was the immediate lack of privacy and time to himself. He had come to relish the times when he was able to hide in the restroom for even just five minutes without someone knocking on the door to usher him to the next concert, press junket, recording session, charity event, or competitive ass-kissing he and his bandmates were pressured into on a daily basis. Sometimes, even a toilet break at all was an unusual luxury—there were often times that he found himself unable to find even a few minutes to relieve himself, and he had to hold it in until he finally had to excuse himself.

Paul teased him about it regularly, especially when John had a close-call which happened more often than John would like to admit. When they roomed together, Paul would help John out of his clothes and inspect his underwear for wet spots, which were usually present. “You naughty boy,” he teased, “I should keep you in nappies all the time, shouldn’t I?”

John squirmed in his seat, thinking about the thick nappies Paul liked to dress him in and not about the growing pressure on his bladder. “I have to go to the loo!” he whined to Paul. They were on their way to the hotel from their concert; as soon as they had finished the performance, the boys were swept into two separate cars, John and Paul in one, with George and Ringo in the other.

Paul only smiled and squeezed John’s knee. “You can hold it, right? You’re not going to have a smelly accident all over the car seat, are you?”

John flushed bright red, glancing up front to see if the driver had overheard. “I’m not a baby!” he snapped. “I can wait to use the toilet!” Paul didn’t respond to that; John knew that he could have named any number of embarrassing things John had done that would refute his claim of adulthood. He and Paul started playing these baby games months ago, and it made John so excited, even though the same process was so shamefully humiliating. They didn’t usually play these games while they were on the road, and John was getting desperate for his infantile release. He didn’t say this to Paul—while Paul acted as his daddy and often got more excited than John while playing, he didn’t want to admit how much he needed it. It was all right when Paul invited him to stay the weekend at his house, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear how much he wanted to treat John like a baby. Having to ask Paul for it himself was beyond him.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, John was in the middle of an awkward pee-pee dance as they went to check into their room. It was late, and the lobby was nearly deserted except for the bellboys whispering among themselves about the famous pop stars in their midst, and a pretty, dark-skinned girl behind the counter, probably not too much younger than the boys themselves. The other car was nowhere in sight.

“Welcome to Magnolia Inn,” the girl giggled, “my name is Carrie! And what’re your names—except everyone already knows your names! Oh gosh, I’m sounding so silly!”

“Not at all,” Paul replied, turning on his thousand-watt smile, and John knew he had immediately forgotten all about John’s “situation.” “I actually like to travel under the name ‘Paul Ramon,’ it adds a little more mystery, don’t you think?”

“Paul,” John whined, shifting his weight from leg to leg, “Paul, please, I gotta—”

“John, I’m talking to this young lady, you’re going to have to wait,” Paul scolded, and John felt a stab of pain in his bladder as his temper flared at the same time. Paul was supposed to care about him, take care of him! This girl, this stranger, could never need Paul the same way John did!

He felt the wet heat between his legs before he fully realized what was happening—he was pissing himself! Carrie trailed off in the middle of her sentence, staring at John’s trousers in shock. Paul glanced over at his friend, then did a double-take at the wet streaks running down John’s legs.

“Look at you! You can’t hold your pee for more than half an hour?!” he yelled, and John burst into tears. He had had accidents before, but almost entirely when he was black-out drunk or in a safe environment with Paul egging him on to just let go, never like this, with a pretty girl staring at him with giggles in her eyes and Paul scolding him for the whole world to see.

“What’s going on?!” a familiar Liverpudlian accent exclaimed, and John wished the floor would open and swallow him. George and Ringo stood behind him, eyes wide as saucers. They knew about his and Paul’s romantic relationship, but absolutely no one knew what they did behind closed doors.

“Little Johnny decided that his trousers would be the best thing to piss in, and he didn’t even want to wait until we got upstairs,” Paul said sarcastically. He finished filling in the necessary paperwork, slammed the pen down, and grabbed John’s wrist, dragging him to the elevator while John sobbed, looking back over his shoulder to see the entire lobby watching them, except for Carrie, leaning over the counter to inspect the large puddle he left behind.

“It was an accident!” John wailed as soon as the elevator doors slid closed. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Bullshit,” Paul snapped, lighting a cigarette. “Were you jealous that I was paying attention to that pretty girl and not you? I’ve never seen you do something so babyish, even when you cut up that girl’s clothing in Hamburg. You’re in for a nasty punishment, little boy.”

John couldn’t reply, he was crying too hard. He let Paul lead them to their bedroom with no arguments, sniveling like a naughty baby as Paul led him by the hand with his trousers sticking uncomfortably to his thighs. As soon as they entered, Paul flipped the lights on and made John stand before the full-length mirror on the wall.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to see the big baby I see.”

John forced himself to meet his reflection’s eyes—his face, bright red, streaked with tears, and trousers, streaked with piss—he knew Paul was right. He was a grown man, but he looked just like an oversized little boy.

“This is what everybody saw, Johnny,” Paul growled into his ear. “You want to embarrass yourself like this, that’s fine, but don’t you dare bring me into it. I thought I had a good little boy who knew that he was only supposed to have smelly accidents in his nappies, but everyone is going to think that Daddy Paul can’t control his big baby. What do you have to say for yourself, baby?”

True to his childish self, even through his tears and sobs, John choked out, “I told you I had to go! You weren’t listening to me!”

The minute he said it, he knew he shouldn’t have. Paul’s face clouded over, and within seconds, John’s wet trousers and underpants were around his ankles, and Paul was yanking him over to the bed and over his knee. “No! No!” he squealed, kicking his legs in a useless effort to free himself, but Paul held him down strong and tight, locking one of John’s legs between his own to make sure that his naughty boy didn’t escape until he had suffered his punishment properly.

“Naughty baby!” Paul grunted as he brought his open palm down on John’s bare bottom. John howled in pain, squirming on Paul’s lap. “Stay still and take your punishment!”’

Despite the pain and the overwhelming humiliation, John was painfully aware of how hard he had become. Having Paul, who was younger than him, who looked so much more innocent than him, dominate him so completely, treating him just like a misbehaving child… John was initially horrified to find how much this role play turned him on, and as time went on, it still shamed him to the core, but he became more and more desperate for even more embarrassing baby situations.

Paul sniffed the air dramatically. “Ugh, you smell like piss, and you’re getting it all over my trousers. You better not wet yourself while you’re on my lap, I haven’t forgotten. You’re going to be Daddy’s good baby and wait until you have your nappy on, aren’t you?”

John only sobbed and moaned into the mattress. Paul loved to bring up the time he wet himself during a spanking, but shushed John every time he tried to argue that he told Daddy that he had to pee-pee before the spanking, but Paul had assumed John was only saying that to get out of his punishment. He didn’t want to wear his nappy tonight, he knew George and Ringo would be coming to their room shortly to demand an explanation, but it was hopeless to argue with Paul on this. John knew very well what the punishment for wetting himself was, and while that was all well and good in Paul’s bedroom, the thought of his friends seeing him in his most embarrassing secret made his heart pound so hard, he thought he may be sick.

Paul finished his spanking with his usual soft tap on the middle of John’s bottom. “All right, baby, let’s get you in that nappy. My little boy is just a regular fountain, isn’t he!” He let John up and helped him out of his shirt, leaving him naked and still sticky from his accident. With practiced ease, Paul pulled a terrycloth nappy from his suitcase and prepared it for John. “Come here, little darling, lie down, right on the middle of your nappy, there’s a good baby! Such a smart little baby he is!”

It was then, as John lay naked on the floor on top of his open diaper, that there came a knock on the door. John started to sit up, but Paul held him down. “No, no, you’ve lost your big boy privileges for the night. Everyone downstairs saw you wet yourself like a baby, so they’re not going to be surprised to see you like this. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Johnny?” He reached into his case and pulled out John’s oversized blue dummy, popping it into John’s mouth before he had a chance to react.

That was how George and Ringo saw him as Paul let them in the door. He wanted so badly to cry, but resisted by suckling the dummy in his mouth, using it for just its intended purpose.

“What the fucking hell is this?!” George cried, mouth agape. “Is this some kind of gag?”

“John, what’s wrong with you?” Ringo asked. He looked visibly disturbed, but also like he wanted desperately to burst out laughing. “You pissed yourself downstairs, and now… this? Did you lose a bet to Paul or something?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing like that,” Paul said, kneeling next to John with the baby powder and wipies. “Johnny here needs to be treated like a baby sometimes. It’s really the only way to properly discipline him. You remember what a terror he used to be? Well, a few nights in nappies really sorts this boy out.” He patted John’s bottom. “Legs up, baby, let Daddy wipe your wet bummy!”

John felt like he was on another planet when Paul lifted his legs and ran a cool baby wipe over his abused bottom, exposing him to George and Ringo. The humiliation was so deep, so intense, he felt like cold clay in Paul’s hands, and was unable to react when Paul spread his cheeks to inspect his little hole.

“Tsk, Johnny, you haven’t been wiping properly. This is why Daddy should be in charge of wiping all the time!”

“This is insane!” George exploded. “John, get up! You’re not a bloody baby; you’re twenty-five years old! How can you let Paul do this to you?!”

Even the dummy wasn’t helping now—John bawled behind his pacifier, tears streaming down his cheeks, even as Paul continued his diapering process. “George, John can tell me to stop anytime,” Paul said calmly, sprinkling a fine layer of powder over Johnny’s neatly trimmed pubic area. “All he has to say is ‘Paul, I want to be an adult,’ and I’ll immediately stop. But he’s not going to say that, because as embarrassing as this is, Johnny loves being a baby. He’s actually quite a sweet baby, when he’s not being a naughty little stinker, and I love being his daddy. Even though I have my hands very full with this big baby’s nappies!” He tickled John’s chubby tummy, and John giggled despite himself.

“He actually uses those nappies?” Ringo asked in obvious disgust. “He shits himself and everything?”

“Oh yes, he was reluctant to it at first, but now little Johnny loves to do his poo-poos in his nappy, don’t you, love? In fact, that reminds me…” He reached over to his suitcase once more to pull out his medicine kit, and from within it, a small jar of large pills. “Johnny has a long night of punishment ahead of him for that stunt he pulled in the lobby, and these suppositories are perfect for a naughty boy who likes to potty in his pants. Would the two of you like to stay?”

John whined loudly in fear as George and Ringo looked to each other, then back to their friends on the floor. “We won’t…” George started, hesitantly. “We won’t have to change him, will we?”

Paul laughed. “Not unless you want to! But believe me, you don’t want to.” And with that, he swiftly slipped the suppository deep into John’s bum and pinned the diaper closed. “The only rule is that you won’t tell anyone what you saw here tonight. The only reason I’m letting you two see this is because you’re our closest friends, and we trust you. This isn’t hurting John, it’s about loving him and disciplining him the way he needs.” He sat John up, still red-faced from crying, and kissed his cheek. “We do love you, Johnny,” he cooed, stroking his hair back. “Even though you’re a naughty baby, we love you.”

Ringo crouched down in front of John, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Hullo there, baby Johnny. I’m your Uncle Ritchie, do you remember me?”

John only blushed and sucked shyly on his dummy. Even just a year ago, he never would have dreamed this would be happening! Ringo reached out and grasped John’s diapered crotch, making the boy gasp.

“He is rather excited by all of this,” Ringo remarked to Paul, acting like John couldn’t hear them, or rather, that he was too young to understand. “I thought it may have just been from the nappy change, Zak gets little stiffies when he’s getting his dirty pants changed too.”

“He does usually get a stiffy when I’m changing him,” Paul said nonchalantly, standing up but making no motion to help John from the floor. “Has Zak ever pissed on you while it’s up? Johnny’s gotten it all over my shirt before.”

John whined loudly, and hid his face behind his hands as the other boys laughed. “Sorry, Johnny, this is just what parents do!” Ringo chuckled. “They all talk about their little one’s most embarrassing moments… It’s just that usually the little one in question is too young to remember it happening!”

“So… he does really like this?” George sounded less angry than before, and John peeked through his fingers to look at him before quickly hiding again. “He gets off on it? And you do too?”

Paul hummed in agreement, and ran the tips of his fingers through John’s hair. “It’s really not as bad as you think it is, even the messy aspect of it. It was a process. It started with giving Johnny a spanking when he misbehaved and… ended up like this.” He bent over, stuck his hands beneath John’s armpits and hoisted him to his feet. “Oof, come on, darling! Your punishment isn’t over yet—it’s Corner Time.”

“No, Daddy, pwease!” John cried, the words muffled behind his dummy. Paul didn’t listen, of course, and John found himself with his nose pressed to the corner of the wall, tears streaming down his face as everyone else laughed and Daddy told him he had thirty minutes of punishment left.

“God, he looks just like an overgrown baby,” George commented, lighting a cigarette, and John heard the other boys follow suit. “This is seriously perverse, Paul.”

“Aw, it’s not as bad as all that, Georgie. You know John didn’t have a dad growing up… This is therapeutic for him as much as anything. Have you ever seen John cry before? This makes it so much easier for him to let go of all his troubles and just focus on little baby things instead.”

“What does he like to do?” Ringo asked, voice brimming with glee. “Does he drink from a bottle?”

“Of course he does! Sometimes I’ll feed him from a bottle even when we’re not playing, he just loves it so much. He always wants to be sucking on something, whether it’s his bottle, or his dummy, or thumb, or even just my cock.”

John heard someone choke on their drink, and the three of them burst into laughter as John burned in shame in his corner. His cock ached against his soft nappy, and while Daddy was distracted, he rubbed his crotch gently, trying to get even the slightest bit of stimulation, but Daddy was much too vigilant.

“Ah-ah, Johnny! Hands behind your back, little boy!” Johnny obeyed with a sob, and heard Paul explain, “Johnny isn’t allowed to play with his pee-pee either. He knows that belongs to Daddy, and only Daddy is allowed to touch it.”

There was movement from behind him, and moments later, John felt someone’s hot breath on his neck. “Is that true, Johnny?” George whispered into his ear, and John shivered, the reverberations of George’s voice going straight to his groin. There was a heavy smell of liquor of George’s breath, and it took all the strength he had not to turn around. “You like your nappy so much, but Paul won’t let you play with your… Your little pee-pee…” John tried not to moan as George groped between his legs; he didn’t fight, only rolled his hips against George’s hand, attempting for even the slightest bit of gratification.

But just then, as George kissed his sweaty neck, he broke wind so loudly, he was afraid it might have been heard from the hallway. Paul and Ringo burst out in hearty guffaws as George leapt back. “Christ Almighty, John!” he cursed. “Are you not potty trained at all?!”

John wailed in humiliation and whirled around to defend himself. “It’s not my fault! It’s the supp—”

“Back in the corner!” Paul thundered, and John did as he was told, cowering pathetically, slightly smaller farts filling his nappy. It wasn’t far away now.

“Daddy, please, please let me go to the potty!” John begged, shifting his weight from side-to-side. “Please Daddy, I don’t want to use my nappy!”

“Now now, Johnny,” Ringo said, “there’s no shame in using a nappy for what they’re meant for!”

“Thank you, Ritchie, that’s what I’ve been telling him for ages! You heard Uncle Ritchie, Johnny, go ahead and make your messy in your nappy. Daddy and your uncles will be here to change you.”

John moaned loudly; the thought of little Georgie, whom he had always treated as a child, an inferior, changing his shitty nappy, fried his brain, so deliciously humiliating that he would have done absolutely anything he was told. He squatted down, nose still deep in the corner of the room, and took a big breath as he began filling his nappy in front of his closest friends.

“He’s doing it!” Ringo cried. “Bloody hell, I wish I had my Polaroid!”

Paul was next to John instantly, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair. “That’s it, little darling, push all that nasty mess out. Daddy is so proud of you! Go poo-poo in your nappy like a good little baby!”

“Daddyyy,” John whined, tears still falling from his eyes, every squelching, rumbling noise that came from his backside making his scrunch his face up in shame.

“Daddy’s right here, lovey.” He patted John’s already-drooping bottom. “Get it all out, baby.”

“Christ, that’s rank,” George muttered. “Hey Ringo, what smells worse, John or one hundred babies?”

“Oh, John, for sure! Babies have simple diets, but I see what John puts away on an average day!”

“Shh, Johnny, just ignore them,” Paul whispered, as John whimpered and sobbed. “You’re Daddy’s precious little boy and I love you no matter how stinky you get.”

It took several minutes of John pushing and straining to get all of the mess out of his system, Paul comforting him all the while. When he finally stood back up, the back of his nappy hung low on his hips, stained brown. George and Ringo hooted and hollered with laughter.

“There you go, little sweetheart,” Paul cooed, patting his nappy again. “Doesn’t the baby feel much better now that he has an empty tummy?”

John nodded and whimpered through his tears, “Uh… Uh-huh…”

“You were so good, honey, so Daddy hates to do this…” He checked his watch. “Daddy will change you in just fifteen minutes.”

John wailed babyishly, and Paul gave him a sharp smack on his messy bottom. “Don’t make me get the dummy ribbon!”

“Dummy ribbon?” Ringo inquired.

“Johnny has a tendency to take his dummy out and complain if I don’t strap it in somehow. I found a lovely pink ribbon that I can tie around the clip of his dummy and then back around his head. You don’t want your uncles to see your dummy ribbon, do you, Johnny?”

John shook his head but didn’t answer. The mess against his arse felt disgusting, and he feared it was so full, the nappy may fall off his hips altogether, exposing his messy bottom to all of his friends. Despite the revolting load in his nappy and the most frightful humiliation he had ever experienced, John had never been this hard in his life. He spent the last fifteen minutes of Corner Time trying not to listen as Daddy Paul regaled George and Ringo with stories of his babyish habits and exploits, and trying not to brush the front of his diaper against the wall for any sort of relief.

“All right, baby, time’s up!” John turned around to see the three other men smiling wolfishly at him. “Now let’s get that nappy changed, shall we?”

Paul led him on shaking legs back to the towel that marked his changing spot on the floor, and grimaced as he sat his full weight into the mess in the back of his nappy. He understood why babies cried when they needed a change, he felt so perfectly helpless and disgusting that he couldn’t do anything but lie on the floor and suck on his dummy while Paul gathered his diapering supplies.

“So what do you say?” Paul asked. “Do you guys want to help me with this?”

Ringo finished the rest of his drink in one large gulp. “I’m game. Two kids have inured me against being disgusted by shit.”

Paul turned his doe-eyes onto his youngest friend. “Georgie?”

George drew out a long, guttural groan, before saying, “Fine, if everyone else is…”

John lay perfectly still as Paul unpinned his nappy, and for a brief second, he hoped that he would start laughing and tell the other boys to leave so he could give John the privacy he deserved. That fleeting hope was gone the moment Paul pulled the front panel of his nappy open, and the full extent of his mess, and his leaking little erection, was revealed.

“Man alive!” George cried, waving a hand in front of his face. “He smells worse than a thousand stadium loos!”

Paul laughed. “You should smell him after he’s eaten beans! Now, both of you take a leg, and hold it up. We want to make sure Johnny gets nice and clean after his stinky accident!”

John’s legs were raised high in the air as Paul pulled on a pair of thick latex gloves. John could tell that Ringo and George were staring at his messy little hole and privates, but by now, he was almost too far gone to care. He squirmed under their scrutiny and the cool baby wipe that Paul ran over his bottom, but otherwise lay still, suckling his dummy peacefully.

“There we go, lovey,” Paul crooned. “Daddy and your uncles are going to make you all clean! Then we can give you a nice little cummy for being so good during your punishment before Daddy puts you in your nighttime nappy.”

John gurgled and cooed happily from behind his dummy, even as George and Ringo laughed. “Oh, I think the baby likes his cummies,” George said. He stroked John’s chubby thigh with his finger, smiling when John turned his half-lidded gaze to him.

Soon enough, John’s bottom passed inspection and Paul threw the overloaded diaper in the trash, and in the back of John’s mind, he reminded himself to leave a very big tip for the maid in the morning. “Keep his legs up,” Paul ordered, and produced a small, bright yellow egg, that with a deft twist of his fingers, started to magically vibrate. Paul knelt on the floor and pushed the egg deep into John’s bum, making him pant and squirm on his makeshift changing mat.

“Now come, darling,” Paul said. “I want you to give your uncles a nice thank-you prezzy for helping change your stinky nappy! Ask them if they want a blowie?”

John sat up, and said in his most childish voice, “Uncle Ritchie, can I please give you a blowie?”

Ringo grinned and stroked John’s cheek before unzipping his fly. “Now, how could Uncle Ritchie ignore such a sweet request? Go ahead, little Johnny, it’s all yours.”

John immediately started to bob and suck along the length of Ringo’s cock, the toy vibrating inside him making him sloppy and inexact, but no one expected more from a big baby. He tried to take it deeper, but choked, gagging around the shaft. Within minutes, Ringo’s large cock exploded all over John’s face, covering his cheeks, bridge of his nose, and lips with strings of white cum.

“Daddy!” John exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Daddy, my face is sticky!”

Paul and Ringo laughed. “It certainly is, darling!” Paul gushed, and wiped his boy’s face sweetly. “Now it’s Uncle Georgie’s turn.”

John turned to George shyly. “Uncle Georgie… Uncle Georgie, can I…

“Yes, go on,” Paul encouraged.

“Can I suck on your... Your baba?” John whispered, mouth dry.

“Fuck,” George whispered in return. “Fuck, Paul, I’m sorry I said what I did, I think I understand perfectly now.” And with that, he took the back of John’s head, fingers intertwining with his thick hair, and urged John’s mouth onto his cock.

John bashfully sucked on the head of George’s cock, so much larger than his own. He glanced up at his younger friend, and George let out a loud moan. “That’s it, little baby, suck it,” he growled, and John regained his nerve, bobbing his head up and down until George spilled his spunk into John’s mouth, and this time, John was able to swallow all of it.

“What a good boy,” Paul murmured, helping John to his feet and wrapping him up in his arms. His little cock was so eager for release, it looked painful to the touch, and a large pearl of pre-cum clung to the tip. Paul sat on the edge of the bed, and sat John down on his knee. John moaned as the egg pressed deeper inside him, buzzing against his prostate, and Paul took a firm grasp of his cock.

“Baby has Daddy’s permission to cummy,” Paul whispered in his ear, and that was all it took. With a loud, quivering gasp, John finally found the release he had been waiting for since Paul had pulled him over his knee.

“Good baby,” Paul said, kissing the side of his head. “Now stand up for Daddy…” John did as he was told, and Paul bent him over to remove the egg from his bottom. His legs felt like jelly, and as soon as he started returning to his senses, he was hyperaware of George and Ringo watching him.

“Now we’ll get the baby in his nighttime nappy, and it’ll be time for night-night,” Paul said firmly, laying John back down on the bed. “Do you want to thank your uncles for taking care of you?”

“Th-thank ‘oo, Unca Ritchie. Thank ‘oo, Unca Georgie.”

Ringo smiled gently, and leaned down to kiss John’s forehead. “Think nothing of it, Baby Johnny.”

George stared at Paul. “Aren’t you going to get off too?”

Paul smiled as he unfolded a fresh nappy and slid it under John’s bum. “I will, just later. Daddies have to put their babies’ needs ahead of their own desires.” He quickly and expertly diapered John, and with a burst of baby powder, one would never know how foul he had been only a short while before.

George bent over to kiss John’s forehead just as Ringo did, then after a second, pressed another to his lips. “Good night, Baby Johnny. I’m sorry if I was mean to you tonight.”

“It’s okay, Unca Georgie,” John whispered. “I wuv you…”

George smiled widely. “And I love you too.”

Paul showed the other boys out of the room, saying his own good nights and reaffirming their itinerary for the following morning, before coming back and tucking John under the covers.

“I’m so proud of you for being such a good boy during your punishment,” he said, pulling his clothes off until he was nude, his erection stiff against his abdomen. “You’ve come such a long way in your baby training.”

John smiled sweetly as Paul snapped off the light and crawled into bed with him, spooning him close from behind. “Uncle George and Ringo won’t tell anyone, will they?”

“Of course not, baby. They would never do that to you.” John could feel Paul’s erection poking him insistently through his nappy, and he let Paul turn him on his front with no arguments.

Paul took one of the pins from his nappy and pulled it down enough for John’s arse to be exposed. With a little lube, he slid into John’s relaxed hole with ease, groaning with pleasure. “I’m so happy you’re my naughty little baby, Johnny,” he panted, thrusting into his boy. “I love getting to punish you and make you my good boy.”

John cooed in happiness. He had inhabited many identities thus far in his short life—troublemaker, teddy boy, pop star, troubled artist… But somehow, by no narrow margin, being Paul’s good boy was the best of all.

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Day 1 and also 16 Whumptober 2020

Ah here it is. My first whumptober post of the month. The actual prompts are in the tags but that would spoil it. This one was REALLY self-indulgent. Like super super self indulgent. For multiple reasons. Anyways hope whoever reads this likes it!!! xoxo

The first thing Danai feels is the sticky feeling of warm blood trickling down her face as she comes back from the peaceful silence of unconsciousness. She hissed at what obviously was a head wound but was otherwise apathetic. She shakes her head to see how it would make her head feel. “No sharp pain or dizziness. So no major blood loss or concussion.”

This wasn’t an uncommon situation to be in anyways considering she likes to take the fight close and personal and when she goes to get up. She realizes that it wasn’t a possibility thanks to metal shackles that kept her restrained to what felt like a wooden beam. Now that is not a common occurrence.

There’s a groan to her left from who she assumes is Deacon as he was the last one with her before the ambush. They were traveling back from a mission to help a synth when all of a sudden, dozens of gen 2’s were surrounding them. There was no chance in fighting so they just put their weapons down. One of the bots knocked them out and now she was here. Wherever here was.

The person beside her confirms her guess when she hears Deacon’s voice let out an “Oh-!” Followed by a sharp inhale and a whispered “fuck.” He was definitely seeing something that she both wished she could and couldn’t. She had never heard him be so quiet - even in a dangerous situation. That made it all the more serious and she knew she had to prepare herself, so she steels her nerves and strains her ears to try and get a better sense of her surroundings.

She didn’t have to wait long as the man across the room who was fiddling with his favourite knife and watching her like a hawk notices her waking up.

James smiles and his steel eyes light up in mirth when he sees his rival, Danai, start to stir. He can’t help but feel uncharacteristically giddy at the situation. Her and her…friend tied up and restrained, him holding all the cards, and of course none of the backtalk or fire to be found. Not yet anyway. She wouldn’t be fun without it.

He picked this place specially for her. A location that no one knew about except for his close advisors that has the outwards appearance of yet another run down destroyed house. But go into the cellar and it’s a different story.

A plain basement fitted with nothing except a chair for his princess to rest on and anything anyone would need to extract information out of someone else. But that’s not what he was after. Not today. He had something very special for tonight’s events.

Rubi, who was always seen with her boss, watches in a very characteristically giddy way when she sees her companion’s plan start to form behind his eyes. She looks back and forth between the two rivals, her pink pigtails bouncing as she practically vibrates in her seat in excitement.

The institute operative leaves his victim tied up on the floor and struts over to the two agents. He makes sure every step is loud and precise, ensuring that the woman he was approaching knew exactly where he was.

Said woman knew better than anyone just how quiet he could be when he wanted, so it was unnerving to notice how… perceivable the man was being considering his usual methods of letting his opponent be the last person to know his whereabouts. That meant that either he was being sloppy or he knew her helplessness and no longer saw her as a true danger. Danai could guess which one it was.

She flinches when she hears him come to a stop in front of her. She can’t tell you how she knew, but something in her told her that he was smiling directly at her. He lifted her head with the tip of his knife and they both hardly breath as they still; playing a game that only they knew the rules of.

They ignore Deacon’s attempts at telling him to get away from her until he got a bit too annoying and Rubi spoke up from directly beside Deacon. “Get ya pet to shut up Da~ni. Guess what happens if ya don’t?” She grabs his hair and yanks, her friend yelping at the pain.

Danai sighs, knowing who it is immediately. “It seems that she tagged along as well. Great.”

Her bright attitude was dangerously deceptive and depending on her mood, she would kill faster than it took to say “Look behind you!” Danai couldn’t risk him by ignoring her.

Keeping her gaze fixed on James as best she could with her sightless eyes, she growled at the girl “Touch him again and I will staple your pigtails to your ass sweetheart.” The girl giggles at the venom laced words, happy that she could get under the other’s skin.

“And Deacon? Shut up.” He snapped his mouth shut and nodded out of habit. Satisfied, she pulled away and went to stand next to her boss.

The man whose attention was still fixed on Danai flashed a smile and hummed, pleased that he had won that round, and let her head drop. He could hear giggling from behind him as his second was undoubtedly amused by the resident liar’s stricken expression and Danai’s annoyed face.

He knew she hated losing and it bothers her even more when she loses their little “staring contest” that they always greet each other with. It’s usually something to see who’s the best composed for the day’s meeting. A way of sizing the other up without even speaking a word.

At least her companion was quiet for the moment. He wanted to focus completely on the woman in front of him - wanted to watch her squirm as she figured out what was going to transpire soon.

After removing his knife from her chin, he straightened up and smoothed down any wrinkles that formed on his immaculate crimson button down. He circled the pillar and quietly took in her disheveled appearance, from the blood that had started to dry on her face to her messy orange dreads, and finally her torn up signature leather jacket. He had never seen her so unkempt before, it made him positively delighted.

He stopped in front of her again and with a smirk she could practically hear, started talking. Gloating was probably closer but could you blame him? He doesn’t get many chances to humiliate her with little repercussions.

She hated his voice. The silky smooth timber that fooled far too many people and grated on her nerves at every opportunity. The cocky but even tone that he usually had was replaced with an unusual delight that he so rarely showed around her. That didn’t spell out anything good.

“Danai darling.” The word filled with as much venom as possible. “I so missed you, you should really visit more often, it gets boring without you around.”

An offended “Hey!” Comes from Rubi but all he does is wave her off. “Oh please princess you know how much our friend here entertains me. She’s special.”

The aforementioned can’t help but scoff at this and roll her eyes. “Cut the crap James. What do you want?”

He feigns hurt and places a hand on his chest dramatically, yet still smiles as creepily genuine as ever.

It sends shivers down Deacon’s spine when he sees the odd juxtaposition paired with his dangerous glinting eyes. He wants to say something - a joke, anything - and he would if he couldn’t clearly see the cards they were being dealt.

“Oh darling you wound me.” Ignoring her question he went on. “Of course you’re special, how could you not be? The only survivor of an empty vault and resident goody two shoes that insists on trying to oppose me at every opportunity. You’re the hero of the wastes sweetheart. Act. Like. It.” As he continues on, his smile slowly fades and his voice loses the joyful emotion it had previously before hardening completely at his last word.

She promptly spit in his general direction, hitting his slacks. He frowns disappointingly down at her, giving her a look a parent would when their child misbehaves in a very silly way.

“Now. No need to be childish.” His sentence is accented with a swift kick to her stomach. She immediately feels bruises start to form as she doubles over as best she can and has a coughing fit. Deacon tries to struggle and say something when Rubi catches his eye and playfully points a finger gun at him and makes a shushing motion with her other hand. He gets the message.

James laughs a little. “We still haven’t gotten to the main event after all. But don’t worry, you’ll find out soon.”

He stares pointedly at the railroad agent for the first time, trying to convey silently to him exactly what his plan is. Deacon can guess what is about to happen to the still unconscious woman across the room from them. She was tied in a similar manner that they were, but looked much more beat up. The railroad agent would be embarrassed to say that he may have whimpered in fear thinking about what these psychos could do to her.

Satisfied, James looks back toward his adversary and can’t help but chuckle. Here she is, bound and bloody, entirely helpless with no way to save anyone, and she still glares at him with a ferocity that would terrify lesser men.

Good thing he’s not a lesser man.

As it stands, her anger just fuels his desire to push her buttons more, so he decides it’s time to get the show on the road.

He claps loudly and says, “Alright let’s begin!” and starts to walk across the room. Danai cocks her head in confusion but bites her tongue to prevent from asking any questions.

“Rubi, hand me the water please.”

“Aye-aye cap'n” she says with a salute and hands him a bottle of water that was placed beside the unconscious woman earlier.

The man wastes no time in splashing it in her face, wincing at the ungraceful way she woke up, sputtering and cursing.

“Wha-? Where the fuck am I?” She wastes no time in glaring at her captors.

Danai’s eyes widen and she gasps sharply. That is Glory. They caught her separately and she is in the same situation that they are. Except… Something’s off. Her eyes widen in horrible realization. Glory isn’t near her like Deacon is. That sociopath would never let her die, would never even risk collateral damage from killing someone near her. Anyone close enough to touch was safe that’s why she wasn’t scared for Deek, but Glory was too far and-

“Figured it out have we? Good.” He sneers. “Well there’s no beating around the bush so to speak.” He snaps his fingers at the girl beside him. “Punch this one in the face.”

She obliges gladly, putting her entire weight into it, confident that the muscular woman could take it without passing out again. Her head snaps to the side with a distinct “thump” and both agents yell in protest.

“Let her go-!”

“Don’t touch her-!”

“Ah-ah. None of that. Just sit back and enjoy the show darling.”

Her face twists into scowl. “If you think I’m going to be quiet because you tell me to, you are dumber than I thought.”

He watches her carefully, letting the tension settle on her uncomfortably like a heated blanket on a summer night before speaking again.

“This time, shoot her ear off.” The little maniac actually giggles and does as she was told. The loud bang being drowned out by Glory’s screaming.

Danai was getting frantic at this point. Adrenaline shot through her and she struggles to breath through the panic. Deacon can only scream expletives as his anger rises.

“James don’t - don’t do this. You know how close we are, don’t do this.”

Something unreadable flashes across his face and he makes his way across the room to crouch in front of her again. This time he tilts her face up with his hand, ungloved, some distant part of her mind notices.

“Oh?” He cocks his head, tone still infuriatingly even and calmly says, “Then beg.”

She doesn’t even have to think about it before words are streaming from her mouth, shaky from the extra effort it took not to break down crying. “Please don’t James pl-please don’t kill her I’m sorry I’ll do anything you want just please pleasepleaseplease don’t. I couldn’t bear it you know how much it’ll hurt me.” Tears start streaming down her face at the thought of her friend getting maimed and killed in front of her.

He smiles - so so sweetly - she can hear it in his saccharine voice. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He pats her on the head and it takes every ounce of willpower she has to not bite him. “Good job.”

The two agents breath a sigh of relief as he stands up but it was cut short as another shot rang out. Glory’s cursing stopped altogether, the crazed lackey starts laughing, Deacon blanches in horror, and in the middle of it all stands James with his smoking gun now being put back in its holster.

Danai couldn’t say anything. She just stills there and frantically strains her ears but she can’t hear even the laboured breathing of one of her most trusted friends. She looks up at the monster himself and can’t find it in herself to move. Or scream. Or curse. Can’t do anything as her mind tries to process with what just happened.

He enjoys seeing her like this too. Their banter was fun and she is the most entertaining person he’d ever met, but there was something unique about being the one to extinguish her fire in a single moment.

She starts to shake while silent tears steam down her face. He sighs. “She was a such a sight.”

Her friend on the other hand was out right sobbing and calling Glory’s name over and over on the verge of hyperventilating. He grimaced and beckoned for his second to come over.

“Knock the boy out and leave.”

For once, she follows out her orders quietly, sensing her boss’ mood. Danai could only let out a weak yell in protest when she hears the thud of something hitting her friend’s head, but she couldn’t muster up any real bite from it.

The logical part of her brain was trying desperately to keep her from shutting down completely. “He was just knocked out. You can hear his breathing, he’s fine. He’s alive. Focus now on getting you and him out of here. Breathe in. Now out. Again. You’re a bit calmer. You can do this.”

While she was still very much shaking, her voice came out steady. The first thing she says is a spat out “Fuck you,” and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Proposition me again when you’re less disgustingly dirty and tear stained.” He pulls Rubi’s chair over and sits down in it, bringing along with him a syringe filled with a strange liquid. Not that she would know that of course.

“I tell you time and time again to join my side, the winning side, but you always dismiss me.” He shook his head, curls bouncing with the action. ��I had to give you a taste of what was in store for you if you kept fighting it. Fighting me.”

She takes a shaky breath. In and out. “Bullshit. This was off limits and you know it. G-Glory,” her voice cracks on the name, “hadn’t messed with any of yours since the truce you had no right!” Her voice starts to rise so he leans down and puts his hand on her face.

“Hush now. You wouldn’t want what happened to her to happen to your little friend here, would you?” That shut her up alright, although the glare and unshed tears were still present. His breath nearly hitches - her anger and battered beauty was stunning. She reminds him of the lions he read about as a child. They were always his favourites next to deathclaws of course.

He keeps his hand on her face and softens his voice in a way that usually got him what he wanted. His last card to play. His final attempt to get her to stay. “I’ll ask you one more time precious. Join me? We would be unstoppable, feared and worshiped. Between the two of us, the world would be ours. What do you say?”

She can’t believe the gall of this man. She was cracked, not broken. There was nothing that would make her betray everything she worked for. To betray Hancock. Her face twists in disgust and she shakes her head until his hand falls from it. She glares up at him, mustering all her loathing and hated for the man sitting in front of her. Her friend’s murderer.

“Go. To. Hell.”

James isn’t surprised per say but it still stung to be rejected by the one person he found interesting. Though he can’t exactly blame her, he still thought she would see reason and endeavor to pick protection over war.

He sighs and pulls away from her but otherwise shows no sign of displeasure that she could pick up. He grabs the syringe again and flicks the tip a couple of times to get rid of any stray bubbles.

Her glare was firmly in place up until he utters an almost mumbled “What a shame,” and plunges the short needle through the skin of her neck.

The spot flared up with pain but she was out before she could even think about something rude to call him. The last thing she hears before fading was James sighing almost…sadly? She would decipher that if she had more than a few seconds left of consciousness, but as it stood the most she could do was try and struggle for her last few seconds. The man in front of her strokes her face again and his downhearted face was the last thing she sees before passing out, everything fading completely to emptiness.

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Pretty Baby Chapter 4 & 5

Warning: Smut

Pairing: Connor (RK800) x Reader, Collin (RK800-60) x Reader, Richard (RK900) x Reader

Summary: The year was 2082. 44 Years after the android revolution. Things have turned south for humanity. Androids now rule the world, leaving humans to be considered as mere animals. While some Androids still have a general disdain for humanity some have taken to the idea of keeping them as “family pets.”You, born in captivity, specifically bred to be the perfect pet happen to get adopted by the RK brothers.

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Chapter 4 - Little Trouble Girl

Into the night. The city was still very much alive and awake. Bright lights, passing vehicles, all of the regular hustle and bustle.

The quickest way to get to Emily would be to take a bus. No one would recognise you, you could be an android? No, they all look similar. They would ask questions about your make. You also feared your oversized jacket might make you look suspicious. You had no phone to order a self-driving taxi and payphones were a thing of the past. Androids didn’t need them, they could quite literally call one with their mind.

You had no other choice but to walk, and what a long walk it would be.

You had a rough idea about the general direction you were headed but were not 100% sure. You did think to use the maps at the bus stops that showed the bus routes for directions. Every now and then stopping at them to make sure you were headed the right way.

After a while your feet grew tired, it felt like you had been walking all night. You were still so far from the adoption centre. Your mind had wondered to your owners, would they be angry if they found out you had run away? Would they even notice you were gone?

It doesn’t matter, they don’t matter. The only thing that matters is finding Emily. There were tales of humans in the wild, forming tribe like societies far from the android civilisations. Maybe you two would be lucky enough to stumble upon one.

You didn’t have much of a plan when it came to breaking her out. You hadn’t really thought that far ahead. You wouldn’t be able to just waltz in and take her. You wouldn’t be strong enough to fight off androids or skilled enough to break in or sneak her out. Maybe you could start a fire? You knew the fire safety protocols like the back off your hand. Maybe when the humans had all been taken to the designated safe place outside the building you could sneak her away?

No, it’s too dangerous, too risky. You didn’t want anyone to end up hurt.

The streets all began to feel the same to you. Where you lost? You couldn’t seem to find another bus stop around and to add to that you felt exhausted. Maybe you should find somewhere to rest for the night and start again in the morning.

You would have to be cautious when picking a space to rest. Homelessness didn’t really exist in this android utopia. You would be spotted as a human immediately.

A dark alley behind an android restaurant was your choice. Sneaking behind a large trash can. It wasn’t ideal but it was sheltered. You supposed you ought to get used to sleeping rough anyway.

You rested your head on your backpack and snuggled in close to the black woollen coat you were wearing. Hoping for a better tomorrow, you allowed your eyes to shut.

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You awoke a few hours later to the sound of heavy footsteps. Before you could think or have time to register the sound, hands gripped at your wrist pulling you upwards. A tall android wearing all white stood above you gripping your wrist almost too tight.

“I got it, Bill.” He shouted looking over his shoulder to another android dressed in similar attire.

Perhaps if it hadn’t of been so dark, you would have noticed the CCTV camera point to the exact spot you chose to lay for the night.

Great, somebody must have called the damn pound on you.

The two androids brought you to the “Animal Centre.” A place for lost and endangered animals and humans alike.

“You should be more careful.” One of them spoke. “A young thing like you, you could get hurt.”

Was that supposed to be helpful? You tried to pull your wrist away from his grip.

“Easy now.” He shushed you while directing you towards a glass cell. The other android, Bill, following behind with a small white device in his hand. The first android pushed you to sit down on a bench like bed while the other gripped your arm. You struggled, kicking and flailing your arms and legs around.

“It’s okay, we’re just trying to check your chip.” The android holding your arm spoke softly trying to calm you. The device beeped as he pressed it to your inner forearm.

Every human was chipped after birth. All your information put on the chip, which regularly got updated. another way of androids to keep tabs on humans.

“We got it. Now that wasn’t so bad huh?” He patted your shoulder, you flinching away from the touch. Both androids walked out of the cell, leaving you inside. It reminded you of being back at the adoption centre, being man-handled and put on display. Again.

“Don’t worry, we’ll contact your owners. You’ll be safe and home again in no time.” Bill smiled and walked away.

Your owners? Oh no.

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The drive back to the house was quiet. Richard sat in the front seat not speaking a word. The tension, suffocatingly thick.

“Do not breathe a word of this to Connor.” Was all that was said to you upon his arrival to the shelter.

Your stomach was in knots. For some strange reason, you felt guilty. You looked over at Richard, his mouth a thin line and his brows furrowed.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out, you’re voice slightly cracking.

He ignored you.

“I just wanted to see my friend.” Your shaky voice continued as you attempted to explain yourself.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing this whole thing is?” He eventually spoke out. “We have a reputation in this city, and if our human is being seen running away…” He trailed off.

“Well maybe if you didn’t ignore me all the time.” You mumbled under your breath while looking out the window. Your fingers tracing over the door handle.

“You know my pet, my audio sensors are a lot more powerful than you would think.” His eyes darted to you.

Your shoulders tensed up as you gave him a guilty look. You felt exposed under his gaze.

“I understand you may be bored but you are being fed and kept safe.” You sighed at his response and rested your head against the car window.

“You can act upset all you want but you are still in trouble. Don’t think you are going to get out of this unpunished.”

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Chapter 5 - He hit me and it felt like a kiss

The apartment was empty, apart from you and Richard. No one could save you from whatever act of punishment he decided to give you.

You feared the worst. Was he going to hurt you?

His grip was on the back of your neck, it wasn’t too tight but it was strong enough to guide you to where ever he wanted. With his other hand, he pulled a key from his coat pocket. A key to what exactly? Well, your question was soon answered with him leading you to his bedroom and unlocking the door.

A part of you was excited to finally see inside his room, another dreading it.

What was so bad it needed to be locked away?

Well, nothing apparently… The room looked normal. Well, over the top luxurious but nothing about it was strange or frightening.

The room was quite dim, the large curtains had still been pulled leaving the lamp sitting on his gold-accented bedside table to be the only light source. Your gaze had been drawn up to the abstract paintings that hung around the room. Everything was so immaculate and pristine, perhaps Richard locked his room to keep it in this condition? It was a theory anyway.

You were soon snapped out of your wonderment when Richard grabbed your wrist and pulled you down across his lap as he sat down on his plush bed. His strong hands positioning you to lay just right. It took a while for your mind to catch up to what was going on. You were still partly confused as he pushed your skirt up revealing your ass. You blushed hard as you felt the cool air graze your skin.

Was he about to-?

Smack. His firm hand hit against your cheek.

At first, you were stunned. Did he really decide on spanking you as a punishment? You used to get smacked when you misbehaved as a young child. This wouldn’t be too different? Would it?

Smack. It was a little harder than you remembered, but then again, less force was needed for a child’s punishment.

Smack. It actually was starting to hurt. Smack. You let out a soft whimper.

“After all we do for you…” Richard hissed at you.

“Feed you.” Smack.

“Give you a home.” Smack.

“You will obey.” He smacked upwards against your ass this time, the slight change in motion felt… strange.

“You will show respect.” He smacked you the same way and continued to do so.

You felt, different. This was different.

Smack. You felt a growing fluttering warmth inside.

Smack. Your breath hitched as you accidentally let out a low hum.

It even startled Richard but he shook it off and smacked you again.

A different type of whimper escaped your lips this time.

Richard’s brows furrowed. His LED flickered between yellow and red. It took him a minute before he understood. Oh.

You covertly peeked over your shoulder to figure out why he had suddenly stopped, completely oblivious to the absolute conundrum you had started in Richard’s mind. His hand hovered above your thigh as you could see the look of confusion on his face. Yet he was curious. His LED settled on yellow as he gently stroked his hand over your sore skin. You let out a soft hum to this interaction. Richard’s eyes dart over to your face, you hiding it just in time so he wouldn’t notice your staring.

He gives your ass cheeks as small experimental squeeze. He watches as your body relaxes into him. He is even more curious now. Richard strokes his hands down your legs, exploring the length and moving between your thighs. He hovers just above where your legs meet, almost waiting for permission to further his exploration.

When your hips move up to meet his touch, he accepts this as his invitation. Slowly he pulls down your underwear to your knees, no need to go any further. This is all just an experiment.

His long fingers brushing lightly against your soft folds. He lets out a small gasp at your wetness. Richard begins petting and stroking you ever so tenderly. You moaning against his lavish touches.

The sounds you make, Richard hasn’t heard anything like it before. He never really showed much interest in pornography or a sex life of his own even after deviating. He thought it to be too unnecessary and too messy, too human. But this time, just this once, he allowed his curiosity to get the better of him.

He allows one of his digits to slip inside you. You exhale heavily in return. He pumps it gently inside you before adding another.

You purr into the sheets, still laying across his knees.

He likes the strange sounds you make.

He pumps his fingers into you faster now, allowing them to be fully slicked up. Still being careful not to go too hard against your delicate pussy.

Your mind felt hazy, almost like in a dream, this was new. It was different. It was exciting. What did it all mean?

His fingers curved upwards, touching that very delicate spot inside you.

You feel something building up and up until you are overcome with a new sense of warmth, tingling all over your body. Your muscles flop as you finish your song of moans. You lay still forgetting where you are, until hands grip at you again, this time more gentle.

Richard places you into his bed, pulling the soft black duvet over you. Your eyelids fluttering as you look up at him. His LED still yellow.

“Get some rest.” Was all he said before leaving you alone in his room. His getaway, quick. Was he embarrassed? Should you be? So many questions still on your mind, but your eyes were heavy and you felt overcome with tiredness now. You allowed your head to settle into the feathery pillow.

Your questions could wait till later.

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Notes// they're both fuckin virgins lol Also, this is my first time writing anything smutty so, sorry if it's bad 😅

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