#and DD keeps pushing his hair back and scratching his face to make sure the audience sees it

[vincentsleftear]

if they show Mulder’s wedding band one more time in these stupid flashback episodes istg

[evansbby]

Ari, smooths your tail down, running his fingers towards the base of where it starts to disappear between your cheeks. he tugs the tail lightly making you whimper and the metallic plug slips out slightly to only be sucked back inside by your puckered hole. Ari smiles now that he has your attention. He leads you out of the crate by your collar and leash. Setting a bowl of milk on the floor by his feet.

"Sleep well my pretty little kitty?" He strokes your hair, gently pushing your head down to the bowl of milk.

You Stick your ass up in the air wiggling your butt and giving Ari the perfect view of your slick and flowering pussy. It just opens up for him, inviting him to fuck you. When you give the milk a timid lick Ari can't help but get feral. in seconds he's released his dick, hands gripping your hips roughly as he pounds deep inside of you. You cry out trying to hold and take what he gives you no matter how rough he is. The milk spills as your face tips the bowl covering you and the bowl in cold creamy milk as his dick is covered in your natural cream.

"Such a dumb messy, little kitten spilling her milk. Better keep all of daddy's milk between her lips." Ari says as he watches his dick blur in and out of your pussy.

Oh my fucking god — we’re going full on petplay aren’t we??? This was bound to happen… I read this in the morning and just UGH omfg okay!!

Warnings: extreme petplay, strong dd/lg undertones, daddy kink, breeding kink, smut, dubcon

You like how Ari’s made your cage all pretty. It’s big and pink and soft, with fluffy pillows to curl up on, the pink matching the collar around your neck. It sports your owner’s initials “A.L.” Ari had bought you from an underground auction a few months ago. At first you were scared, but your new master is a lot nicer than other masters — some of your friends weren’t as lucky as you.

“Is my kitten hungry?” You hear Ari’s voice singsong and it makes you purr happily. You crawl closer to him and nuzzle against his leg, rubbing your cheek against the rough denim, nipping against the material before your face dips down to lick at his boot, to show him that yes, you are pretty hungry.

“I give you permission to speak, kitten.” Ari instructs you softly. As his purchased pet, Ari has strict rules for you. He’d gone through all of them that first night when he’d bought you, when you were trembling and scared and a virgin. Dumb pets like you don’t know how to speak, is what Ari had told you, not unless their owners give them permission to.

Other rules included always referring to him as Sir… “Unless it’s playtime,” Ari had said, “Then you call me daddy.” You also had to crawl around everywhere, and always always wear the collar Ari had bought you, which was often attached to a leash. Other things you had to wear included a butt plug with a cute furry tail attached, and little kitty ears too.

“So hungry, daddy!” You mewl quietly, biting at the leather of his boot, gazing up at him expectantly as he shoves his shoe further into your face. And it’s not particularly food that you’re hungry for, and you’re pretty sure your daddy knows that, because he smirks.

He fills your little pink bowl with milk, watching proudly as you lap at it, splashing it all over your face in your eagerness. “So good, daddy, thank you!” You say, making sure to stick your ass out and wiggle it a bit for him, because daddy always told you to “show off the goods”.

“One day, kitten, daddy’s gonna drink your milk.” Ari says fondly as he ties up your leash against the table leg. “Remember those babies you promised to give me? My babies? You’ll feed them your milk, and daddy too. Won’t you kitten?”

You nod shyly, licking your lips and sitting up on your hands and knees to smile at him, “Yes daddy. Gonna have your babies!” (You didn’t know when you would, but you definitely would. Ari had taken you to see the doctor recently, who had told your daddy that you were “extremely fertile.”)

Ari strokes your hair fondly, scratching behind your ear because he knows you love that the most. “My good little kitten. You’ve been so good these past few weeks, really making your daddy proud. Why, soon I’ll be able to take you on pet play-dates outside of the house. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, purring happily and licking at his boot again to show your affection. You haven’t left the house since Ari bought you, all the pet play dates have been others coming over to your house. Like the other day when your daddy’s friend Steve and his pet had come to visit. You still blush at the memories of everything the two depraved daddies had done with you and Steve’s kitten.

“So you agree that you’ve been good, kitty baby?”

You bite your lip, “Tried so hard to be good!” You murmur, thinking back to early days when you’d try and resist Ari, begging him to treat you like a human-being, screaming at him even. You can’t ever imagine doing that now — your daddy is the best and kindest man in the world and you never want to make him sad.

“Mm, and you have been good. I think you might deserve a treat, kitten. What do you think?” Ari asks.

“A treat! Yes daddy please! Want treat so bad!” You cry. Treats are rare — and they can be many different things. Like being allowed to sleep with Ari on his bed instead of on the floor. Or a new collar. Or a new toy.

But this time, Ari unzips his jeans, pulling his thick cock out and you can feel your mouth begin to water. He’s so big and veiny and throbbing and red — you still remember the first time he’d forced his dick inside you. You still shiver at the memory.

“Suck my dick, kitty baby, just like how daddy taught you to.” Ari instructs you softly, “and maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll give you my cream. You like daddy’s cream, don’t you?”

“Love daddy’s cream!!!” You cry happily, letting him guide your head with a hold at the back of your neck, pushing your face down. “Want daddy’s cream all the time! Like last time, when there was so much of it on my face! Love it more than regular milk!”

“Mm, daddy’s gonna love getting you pregnant.” Ari almost grunts with pleasure, but he’s alert enough to push your head down on his cock, forcing you to take him in your mouth, “But for now, kitten baby, this is the treat you get. And if you pull away or don’t swallow, daddy’s gonna leave you tied up here all night, got it, kitten?”

“Yes, daddy.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[oddduckthatgirl]

More

Sometimes you have to stop. Even August knows that. (I was terrified to write this so if you take the time to read it, thank you!)

Tagging @littlefreya who gave me a little nudge in the write direction. (see what I did there)

Warnings: safe wording, after care, mentions of abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, hints of pain play, anxiety, trauma, dom/sub dynamics, Cg(DD)/Lg (if you squint) If you aren’t comfortable with any of this shit please see yourself away from this fic!

“Aardvark.”

Your voice is muffled by a gag but you know what you said.

His eyes meet yours as he quickly removes the offending object. He cups your face in his hands and studies you with an intense gaze.

You try to pull away; you can’t stop crying. “Aardvark,” a ragged sound leaves your throat.

Before you can even register the movement, he has your body in his grip. He reaches up and quickly releases the knots that were holding your arms above your head.

You try to get away from him. The sharp stabs in your hands only serve to make the tears fall even faster. You have no strength to push back.

He gathers you in his arms, “Easy, baby girl. It’s alright. You’re okay. It’s safe. No more,” his voice soft but firm. You know you’re moving and can feel his body lower.

It’s like a dream and none of this feels real. “Stop Mike, please…,”wheezing out of you as the sobs take over you once again.

He pulls a blanket over you and holds you firmly against his chest, “ssshh, calm down my sweet girl. It’s me, It’s August. Come back to me.” His hand starts to rub small circles over your back. He can feel the heat coming from the raised skin just under his fingers, “You’re shaking so hard. I know you’re scared but I swear you’re safe now. It’s just you and me.”

Your chest continues heaving as you gasp for air. Everything is too much and not enough. You’re hot and cold all over. Your skin is touching his skin but you feel disconnected.

August knows this all too well. He’s discovered telling you exactly what’s happening makes things easier, “Y/n listen to me. I’m going to help you. We’re just going to breathe together okay? Just nod if you understand.”

You give the smallest nod against the wet spot now on his chest.

“Very good. Just do what I do Princess. You’ll be fine.” August has trained his body to follow his own desire. Even though he’s worried, he can regulate himself and take deep, calming breaths. He keeps a hand on your back and pays attention to the feel of your breath against his skin. Every time your body begins to relax, your mind clearly sends the alert back for pain.

He silently curses himself for not looking you over better.

Your eyes keep looking around for the danger but August won’t let you budge, “Where does it hurt? Can Daddy see?”

You stretch your quivering hands toward his. You can’t even form the words to say what’s wrong. You try to tell him that it feels like pins and needles in your hands but it comes out as noise. It’s frustrating.

He takes one of your arms in his large hands and holds it as if it was made of glass. He looks you over and sees the indentations from the ropes. He sees the raw skin on your wrists.He notices your hands are cool to the touch all the way to the fingertips.

He begins to softly work his thumbs into your hands,” I need to push into your skin to help get the circulation back. It will only hurt a little but I promise to be as easy as I can, okay?”

You nod your head and wince at the first bit of pressure. It makes you cry out and your head falls against his shoulder.

“I know baby. It’s okay,” he kisses your palms, “I know it hurts. Just let it out.”

He continues to work on your hands. Normally he would be completely breathless seeing the rope marks on your skin. This isn’t what he had in mind. You fought so hard you actually have broken the skin around your wrists.

The mention of your ex didn’t escape his attention either. Right in this moment, you aren’t in any condition to speak about that but August knows he inadvertently triggered a reaction in you. You may not have even been aware of it at all. Deep down, it makes his chest ache to know he caused you this emotional pain. He will fix this.

Your shallow breaths and cold skin start to worry him. Your hands don’t feel as cold as they were but there is a thin layer of sweat over your skin that isn’t going away. He pulls you tighter into him and reaches for the water he thoughtfully set out beforehand.

“Lover,” he coos while he takes the cap off the bottle, “I need you to drink this water for me.”

“Can’t,” you shake your head weakly.

“Yes you can,” he adjusts the way you are sitting so he can support your body with his leg and your neck with his hand, “just a little bit sweetie. Can you try? For me?”

He cradles your neck in his large hand as he offers the water to you. You swallow down the small amount he offers to you.

“That’s my good girl,” he scratches along your neck with his index finger, “can you try some more?”

“Mmmhmm,” you eagerly take it down. You grab his wrist, “more please?”

“It’s nice of you to use your manners, but you need to drink this slowly. Too much too fast will make you sick to your stomach,” he helps you take another small drink, “doing so good for me Y/n.”

He continues to offer praises and light kisses as he helps you to drink the water. Your eyes feel less heavy and the ringing in your ears has softened by the time you finish the water.

“Feeling a little better now yes,” his fingers tracing over the welts on your back. You jump once he runs over one place near your spine. He stops his hand over the spot, “I need to see your back,okay?”

You nod and try to control your breathing as he leans you forward. You can’t help the shiver when the blanket is pulled away and your body isn’t against his.

August finds a small cut that is clearly the source of pain. You took the cane so well and never asked him to stop. You weren’t even sure you could do that. He swelled with pride at how far you let him take you. He made sure there was nothing more than that.

He shifts you back to leaning against him, “it’s not deep. I’ll take care of it after we get you calmed down.”

“Please,” you weakly claw against his skin.

“Y/n. Tell me what you need,” he tilts his head toward your face, “even if you can only whisper it. Tell me.”

Your mouth makes a few attempts before you can quietly answer, “hold me.”

“Thank you,” he kisses you softly before taking you in his arms. He slowly sways his torso. He knows rocking is something you do to self soothe. He watches your eyes droop closed and feels some of the tension begin to move out from your shoulders. Your breathing is starting to even out and even slow. He smirks at how adorable you are when you’re completely wrung out.

“That’s my girl,” he strokes your hair and it earns a moan of approval from you, “but I can’t let you sleep just yet. Let’s get you all cleaned up all right?”

“Okay daddy,” a yawn creeps through. You try to sit up but your body doesn’t cooperate.

He chuckles, “let me take care of you sweetheart,” he doesn’t wait for your approval. He slides out from underneath you, keeping a hand around your waist to help keep you upright. He stands beside the bed and slides you to him. He lifts you with little effort and carries you into the bathroom.

“Okay baby. Can you reach out and grab a towel? My hands are a little full,” he wants to test your movements without you thinking about it. He also knows in this state you’d do anything he asks.

You reach out and take one of the special towels August keeps for you. They’re soft and they always smell so clean. He walks you to the toilet and closes the lid with his foot. You jump with the loud sound and turn your head into his shoulder.

“Sorry little one. I tried to be quiet,” another soft kiss to apologize. He takes the towel from your shaky hands and sits it over the lid, “can you sit without falling over while I fill the tub for you?”

You nod and pout at the thought of being away from him.

August softly places your feet on the ground while keeping your upper body pressed to him. He’s careful of the angry stripes on your back, “sit down now. Nice and slow.”

He guides your body down to sit. You become acutely aware of more pain and wince.

“I’m sure that ass of yours is sore,” he comments softly, “you needed correcting.”

“Yes sir,” you mutter as you stiffen your spine and pull yourself upright. It takes everything you have to tilt your head up to look at August.

He brushes his thumb over your cheek and then your lips. He kneels in front of you and rubs his hands over your thighs. Leaving one of his large palms on you, he reaches over to start the water for your bath. He carefully watches your face out of his peripheral vision. Your brow creases and he can see the tears forming. He pushes the plunger down in the tub and turns his full attention to you.

He caresses your thighs, tracing a long scar just over your left knee. He feels you jump but you don’t pull away, “Y/n. I know you don’t want to but you used your safe word. We need to talk about it.”

You lock your eyes on his, “are you mad at me,” your lip quivers.

He blinks back the shock from your question. He stands and holds his hand out for you. You place your palm in his and he helps you to get to the edge of the tub. He takes your hand and dips it in the water so you can test it. You nod to tell him it’s okay and he slides your legs over the edge and helps you into the water.

He turns off the nobs and then reaches to push the hair from your face, “Sweet girl, I could never be angry or mad at you for finding your limit and knowing that you can’t go anymore.”

“Then you’re disappointed.”

He shakes his head, “Not even close. You shouldn’t feel like you’ve let me down because you used your safe word. I’m proud of you for trusting me to stop when you said enough. Especially after what you’ve been through.”

Mike. Even that bastard’s name makes August’s skin crawl. That poor excuse for a man abused your trust. He broke your self esteem and made you hyper aware. You were young and didn’t know how to check him out. You couldn’t even have known then. This narcissistic sadist disguised himself as a dominant to take advantage of anyone who he could. The scars that were all over your body was evidence of that.

August began to wash your hair. He wanted to get every trace of him out of this space, “Look I know you don’t want to talk about this but we have to. I need to know what head space I took you to so that I don’t ever do it again.”

The feeling of his nails against your scalp was magical. You secretly wished he would do this every night. Tender isn’t the word that comes to mind when you mention August Walker.

Protective. Attentive. Possessive. Domineering. Alpha. Those are the first ones you think of. But this version of him, makes you weak. It’s something only you get to see.

You sigh, “I said his name didn’t I?’

“Mmmhmm,” he tilts your head back so he can rinse it.

Your eyes turn towards him, “you didn’t do it on purpose.”

He says nothing. He knows the power of silence. He gently pushes your head back to a normal position. He lifts your arm from the water and begins to wash your skin, taking care to look over the damage on your wrist.

You close your eyes to try to fight back the tears, “whenever M...I was with him, he would absolutely lose his shit if I so much as smiled at some guy. Not the same way you do; you’re just trying to watch out for me and protect me.”

He smiled at your understanding.

“If he ever had a passing thought that I may have spoken to another guy, he would really lay into me,” you sniffled back the sadness and pushed on, “he would call me a whore, slut, dumb cunt, whatever he could think of. Not his. But those words. He would do whatever he wanted to and call me all those things. Then he would just leave me alone. ”

August’s hands stilled on your back and he moved himself so he could meet your gaze. There was a softness in his eyes like you’d never seen before.

“I know you were just talking. You know I wasn’t flirting with anyone at the party. But when you said I was acting like a cheap whore, not yours…..something broke inside me,” tears rolling down your cheeks, “every strike with the cane was like it was against open skin. All I could hear was his voice saying those words again and I…..”

August crawled into the tub with you, got on his knees and wrapped you in his arms. You sobbed against him all over again, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you in a way you wouldn’t like. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, “you didn’t know.”

“I do now. That’s what matters,” he squeezes you tightly. He lifts your face to his and wipes the tears away, “do you feel cleaner now?”

As it turned out, you actually did. This mystery of a man managed to help you wash away a memory you didn’t even know was lurking. This man who could easily cast you aside when things get murky. August, who was honest about not wanting a “relationship,” is right here with you when it’s hard, “I do feel a little better.”

“Good,” he gets himself out of the water and towels off. A cocky smirk drags across his face when he catches you drinking in his naked body with your eyes. The lust burning behind your eyes is something he craves, “see something you like?”

“Lots of things,” the blush is all the way to your ears, “even that face furniture. It’s a fun place to sit.”

“Easy now little girl. You need rest before I would even consider touching you,” he helps you stand in the tub, “maybe tomorrow morning.”

You feel his eyes on every movement. His hands are right beside your legs as you step out, a safe place in case you fall. Warmth spreads all over your body as he dries you. Seeing him on his knees before you, in such a submissive pose, you can’t help yourself. You drag your fingers through his wild, curly hair. He practically purrs and looks up at you.

“Thank you,” he folds the damp towel and drapes it over the tiled edge of the tub. His hand covers yours in his hair. Reluctantly he pulls you away from his scalp and tilts his head toward the towel, “sit.”

He watches as you lower yourself. He grabs another towel for your hair and gets the first aid kit he keeps in the linen closet. He also grabs the wet brush from a drawer in the vanity. You watch with complete contentment knowing he’ll take care of everything. You let a heavy sigh out which causes him to turn toward the sound.

He looks as you sigh and sees you tracing lazy patterns on the bath mat under your feet. There is a swell and a warmth in him that even Walker himself didn’t think was possible. He makes his way back to you and notices you’re softly humming to yourself. He thought it was cute. Only you could make him ever think anything is cute.

After toweling your hair as dry as he could, he brushes it out so it won’t be a tangled mess. Your whole body vibrates with happiness. This is the piece of this you love the most; someone taking care of your every need and being able to shut off your brain. All those thoughts that were screaming in your mind from before have fallen silent. All you can hear is the beautiful melody that is August and how he loves you. He doesn’t say it but the way he tends to you and ensures your happiness is enough for you to know.

August begins to rub lotion into your skin, concentrating on the welts and rough places. He also cleans and bandages any cuts into your skin. He kisses each place he bandages, which makes you giggle.

“I love you,” you can’t even stop yourself from saying it, “I love you August Walker and I don’t care if you won’t say it.”

He gives you a hard stare, “it’s time for bed.”

It’s his go to mode whenever you get too emotional. He takes control and becomes neutral. You slowly stand and shrug your shoulders as he puts a hand on the small of your back. You take the cue to walk to the bedroom. You slide into the bed and let him spread the blanket over you.

He settles into bed and pulls you into his chest. His fingers run up and down your spine and your eyes start to feel heavy. He softly kisses your forehead and begins to watch as you fall asleep in his arms. Never, in all the things he ever wanted for himself, was something like this on the list. He’s stripped this beautiful creature raw, took her apart and put her carefully back together. Taking the time to fix what’s broken so all her edges are polished smooth again.

Watching her sleep in his arms, he’s finally able to rest. He takes a deep breath and squeezes her to him. He breathes in her scent and opens himself to what he couldn’t think possible.

“I love you. More than anything.”

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit. Chapter Two Part Two

Draco x Hufflepuff reader

Tags; @khemz1312 @trashyvicks @dracoslittlesunflower @dracmalf0y-dm @rosiehufflepuff @goofygobber @shinsouscatpisssmell

W!Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help, but his only hope might be the person he despises the most

Draco did not return to the bedroom, he ran his hands under the cold water staring at them watching the blood run down his wrists down to the drain of the sink trying to think of a way around this… what could he do ? he needed help… The man shook his head at just the thought of him asking for help. “Rubbish.” he slapped the water off drying his hands on his briefs and going to check on you to see you asleep.

Its dark there huh?

Like the cell

“Shut up…” the tired shaky man shook his head going back to the living room, his vision was dizzy and he had to drag himself along the wall so he would not stumble and fall.

Why do you even bother?

Coming here?

“B-b-because..”Draco fell into the back of the couch seeing Biscuit asleep on his pillow and quickly went around the furniture to scoop up the rabbit holding him close to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh of relief once he felt Biscuits cold nose against his chest sniffing around. “I ,.. Wanna be with her…” he laid down on the couch with the curious bunny on his chest. He shook his head several times trying to get the voices to subside..

But does she want to be with .. you?

“She does.. “

Draco did not last long in the dark; he had gotten up and turned every light on except for the bedroom . one thing Draco did learn in Azkaban was that the Dementors hated the light. So every night he would sit under the window in his cell hoping the moon would be full and bright enough to shine in on him… But even with all the lights on he still saw darkness when he shut his eyes…

He was back on the couch with Biscuit on his chest again trying to think of something else, anything else. He wanted to share the bed with you so bad.. He longed for that moment with you. To have you snuggle against him .. tracing your finger on his chest.. Telling him stories .. cuddling up to him when you get cold.. Did you have any cute sleeping habits he wondered.. And did you prefer the middle or the edge of the bed.. Did you like to sleep in …?

“Rabbit……”

What if you get worse?

You already broke a glass, remember?

“Shut u-u-p…” he was starting to sweat, a long bead of it sliding down his head. We miss you Draco

Dont you miss us?

“N-no..” his hands found his hair digging into his locks. “I .. “

We love you for who you are Draco.

“You bastards made me this way..!” he sat up and Biscuit hopped off his lap scaring Draco, he jumped shielding his face till he realized it was just the bunny. “Im…” he wrapped his arms around himself feeling very sticky and uncomfortable all over, his skin felt like it was crawling and his bruises ached again with each heave of breath he took from his chest. “Im fine…”

You are fine , Draco.

Perfectly fine

Your fine

Your fine

Your fine…

Your ..fine

You-r fi-ne…

“SHUT UP!!!” Draco threw himself on the floor hitting his head hard on the wood making the voices subside, he stayed there for a minute, crying.

**

In the morning you had woken up to an empty bed and every light on in your home. Quickly you jumped out of bed rushing to the living room to see it empty. “dr..Draco..”

“Yes Rabbit?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around seeing Draco with a towel around his neck and sweats on him. You clung to him sighing with relief. “Nothing.. Goodmorning.”

Draco squeezed you tight, wrapping an arm around your back and head giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Draco had passed out from exhaustion last night around 3 AM and woke up not too long ago drenched in a cold sweat with Biscuit wiggling his nose on his cheek . he had no idea when you would wake up so he had to hurry and cover his tracks.

“Good Morning Rabbit.” Draco squeezed you again and you slipped free taking his hand.

“I'm thinking.. We go get some clothes today?”

“S-sure.”

“And i think the twins opened their shop up again, maybe we could .. go check it out? Everyone deserves a good laugh sometimes..”

he was nervous.. It would be crowded in the twins shop...

Why dont you just run away

Come back to us

You cant handle things on your own anymore

You cant handle this-

He shook his head bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “Sounds good, Rabbit.”

The shopping went.. Okay.. there's only so many choices in Diagon Alley after all. Simple dress clothes and a couple loose shirts was all he needed. All though you insisted he get some more clothes he could relax in .

“Draco dont you want more loose fitting things?”

“D-dosint ma-matter Rabbit” he was having a hard time talking to other people. Everyone he ran into asked him about Azkaban and you had to step in and change the subject before Draco blew up at them. You noticed he did not walk the same way he did in Hogwarts; back then he had his head in the clouds, his ego on his sleeve, his attitude front and center and that damn smug smile he wore on that damn grumpy face.

Now he looked over his shoulder, shook his head, faked his smile and rubbed his hands alot to keep himself from scratching his arms. You noticed he only did it when the wind blew and were growing more and more concerned about him. Something was wrong, something awful must have happened in Azkaban… but the real question was would he ask you to listen to him explain… anyone… someone.. You loved Draco Malfoy, but you worried for his health too.

“Hmm.. im going to get you a few more . ill be right back “

“O-o kay, ill be .. at the twins shop”

You turned to grab his hand “you sure youll be okay alone?”

Will you?

We dont think so

You wont be alone Draco

….you will have us…

He shook his head and pulled you in for a hug and kissed your lips. “Im sure, Pet. no go get me something nice yeah?” he patted your head, getting a small smile out of you.

“Yes, Draco” you teased him hurrying off into the clothing store again. It warmed his heart a bit.. He loved the teasing .. he wanted more of it. He wanted hsi days to be full of it…

Its a shame…

...that this will not last..

..but….. Everyday you go on..

...brings you closer to us…

“Shut.. up..i shouldn't be able to hear you in that bloody twins shop … “ Draco stumbled turning around to make hsi way to the very eyesore of a shop.

*

Loud. it was loud. It was crowded and people were everywhere laughing, playing jokes on others, playing music, things were flying around, confetti and the likes. People shoving to get to the next big attraction and shoving all kinds of colourful candy in their mouths. Draco flinched every time someone touched him. Usually he would yell and shove back but .. all he could do now was cower and look over his shoulder . his head was quiet, for once. He could not hear the Dementors in here and the shop was well lit too making it easier to keep them at bay.

Draco maneuvered the shop looking for the twins , it should not be too hard. All the Weasleys have this unique look to them. Draco moved to the center of the store when someone bumped him trying to get by making him jump and stumble into the desk hitting his hip, someone else pushed by and he white knuckled the furniture starting to breath heavily.

Draco…..

Draco…….

Draco……….

“Dammit.. Shut up….” he pulled himself up looking over the people seeing the twins at the back of the store. Carefully he made his way to them and they both saw him and waved.

“There he is !” Fred said.

“All is right now yep” George added.

Draco was holding his side trying to stand up straight and look intimidating but the look on his face told the twins he was afraid.

“Bloody… twins.”

“Thats us!” they both said with pride.

“Wheres… Pottah…..”

They looked at each other and then Draco, getting a good look at him.

“You okay Mate?” Fred asked , helping him steady himself

“How is y/n by the way?” George asked.

“Shes f--f-f-ine, “ he shook Fred off gulping down a breath. “Where. Is. Pottah”

“Uhm.. top floor actually, hes getting some things for his kids.” Fred pointed.

“Thanks..” Draco shot them a look with a slight nod and made hsi way up the steps to the much more empty area. He spotted Harry looking over some joke spells in a book . Draco tried to be quiet but…

The boy who lived?

Draco stumbled into a desk making it squeak, Harry looked up from the book and quickly put it down to go to Dracos side. He was struggling to stand and breathe.

“Draco…? Are you alright?”

“Sshh--shut up…-”

Yes ,,, Draco …

Shut him out…

You dont need him

You only need us

...you only need… us

Harry helped the man anyway and Draco slumped into his side cursing himself. Harry helped Draco to an empty room and shut the door, carefully he sat the man down in a chair and sat down across from him not saying anything. Draco was a mess inside and out right now, he hated Pottah, hated everything about him , how dare he refuse to be his friend all those years ago? That duel… that damn… quidditch match… that damn….. Bird …

Leave..

Leave

Draco, leave

You dont need-

“P-p-pott-ah,.....”

Dont.

“I … n-ee-dd,....” he dug his fingers in his hair whimpering in front of this man .

Harry instantly knew something was wrong, he stayed as calm as he could.

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin... the smug, man who did not care for anyone else at all , only himself. Never asked for help from anyone, did things his way… picked on whoever he wanted...not a care in the world… was whimpering in front of the man he hated most. On the verge of a breakdown.

“I need…..”

DONT DRACO!!!

He looked in Harrys eyes with heavy tears falling down his face… staining the wood table. “I need help……………………..please………………”

[fourmarkdove]

Cider.

Prompt: How about an angsty Henry x reader: she is told during a nightmare/dream that she has only one day left to live - and that she must not reveal anything to her loved ones! Waking up in Henrys arms and realize how lucky she was... Even if it couldnt last forever... @scorpionchild81

Title: Cider.

Words: 3k

Summary: Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Fluff. You hear in a dream you have only one day left to live.

Paring: Henry x reader

Warnings/Triggers: Anxiety, nightmares, panic attacks, dissociative disorder, death/dying. DD/lg if you squint and stand on one foot. (I think that’s everything?)

A/N: Pretty close to the prompt. Comments welcome. Thanks for reading!

~

Henry inhaled deeply, expanding his lungs audibly as he sat up in the bed you shared. He stroked a soothing hand over the curve of your hip while squinting in the dark, searching for the sound that woke him.

Clutching onto your pillow, you buried your face and mewled into it. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched you lying on your side, tense from the battle behind your closed eyes. His brows knitted with concern. It’d been so long since the nightmares claimed you, he thought for the last few weeks that maybe they’d gone altogether. He was clearly mistaken.

Dropping onto his forearm beside you, he carded his fingers through your hair and called to you gently. His first instinct was to burst through those fiery doors to hell and drag you back to this side of consciousness and safety, but it never worked that way. He had to tread gently, let you return to him on your own time. And it was incredibly painful to watch and wait for.

“Darling?” he beckoned, scratching the stubble on his chin over your shoulder like a puppy. “I’m here.”

Your lips parted and nails clawed into the pillow so sharply that the fabric finally ripped along the seam and soft white feathers fluffed out. A frown set his features hard. Cuddling his much larger frame to you, his thick arms encompassed you completely and thighs drew up close behind yours. He pressed his lips just behind your ear and let his warm breath fan over your skin.

“I’ll wait right here with you, Nugget.” As he began to gently rock your body, your grip on the pillow relaxed and he cooed into your ear about what a good girl you were.

Keeping his arms flexed tightly around your body, he hummed a soft tune, remembering how you always fell asleep in his arms in the hammock out back. He’d put a foot down to keep the two of you swaying, and he’d settle you on his chest, right under his chin, so you’d feel it when it’d rumble in his chest. Eventually you’d succumb to his comforting, and he’d feel your body melt into his long frame. He’d scratch the back of your arms, rub circles over your back, even hold your ass with a squeeze that’d make you sigh. You called it the ‘anxious hammock‘; his woman could call it anything she wanted so long as she felt protected and loved in it.

You’d been extra anxious lately with the news and social distancing and people in your social circle getting sick. And with him leaving your self imposed quarantine to focus on training going back to the Witcher set soon, it really ramped up your anxiety. 

It expressed itself little by little, starting with hugs around his neck as he was about to leave for the gym, but then when he would straighten up, you’d still be clinging on, dangling off of your feet. He’d chuckle and kiss all over your face, leaving you smiling. But other times, he’d find you hugging your knees, tears rolling down your cheeks until the shower ran cold and turned your lips almost blue. 

Other nights, he fully knew what your migraines looked like, so when you’d pretend to have one just so you could avoid dinner, he worried. He still finished dinner, cleaned up a bit, walked Kal and came to bed early with that lavender lotion you liked smeared into his palms. You and he spent a lot of time in that bed together, or the hammock, or the shower, just touching and being together. 

When things felt so uncertain and all of the words and tears were wrung out, you’d take turns massaging oil or lotion into each other. He always needed his kitten’s touch kneading against his sore muscles. And you needed his strength to pull you from the anxious knots you tied yourself into.

It really should have come as no surprise that the nightmares returned. The problem was that he wanted to do more - to solve an unsolvable problem - and that frustrated him to no end. He applied himself and conquered so many other areas of his life but in this part, the most important part, he had to be patient.

Sliding his arm under your head like a pillow, he gently tilted your hips back into him to locate the blanket you tucked between your legs. He knew this was more of a marathon than a sprint, so he settled in with a clenched jaw and tried to exhale slowly and sleep.

The black void is a gasping, vacuous, gaping maw threatening to consume first your sanity and then eternity. You can feel the voice rattling through your rib cage, long before the words make conscious sense.

“One day,” the voice calls from nowhere and everywhere. “One day left and then no more.”

Your entire body shudders free of its own volition and you’re aware of the crisp, scratchy bedsheets under your body. Antiseptic. Something metallic on your tongue. Dripping, beeping, wooshing. Buzzing purple fluorescent lights above. Your eyes roll open, vaguely aware of a nurse checking bags, pushing buttons, lifting your blankets. No privacy, no options, no voice.

Why am I here in this hospital? Why am I alone? ‘One more day’ and then - no more?

Panic sets in. You want to scream but the words won’t come out. There’s so much you wanted to do with your life. So many places you were going to see. You wanted to start a family with Hen... wait. Where is Henry? Does he know where you are? What if he doesn’t and you never get to say goodbye? 

The thought of tears spilling over those bright blue eyes of his, knowing you’d never be able to hold him again, kiss him again made everything in your being ache. You are desperate to cry out but nothing. It’s as if you’re dead already.

Almost as soon as his long lashes closed over his stormy blue eyes, like falling down into your own body, every muscle jerked and you gasped back into consciousness.

Scrambling to sit up, you drew your legs in to get your feet under you. You tore away the covers and your hoarse voice ripped through your parched vocal cords: “Hhhhhhennnnryyyy!”

“I’m here, Nugget,” he offered, his broad shoulders ghosting behind you.

Despite its size, his hand curving around your ribs was incredibly gentle. You shuddered at his touch; horror darkened your pupils and bottom lip quivered like a harp string vibrating to the point of breaking. Your nails clawed desperately into the sweatpants covering his thigh. Lips parted, but no words formed just yet; your eyes closed tightly and fingers touched your lips ruefully.

“Just a dream, sweet,” he comforted in a strong baritone, wrapping his whole hand around your small fingers. “You’re alright. See? Your Henry Bear is right here. Let me hold you, darling?”

Nodding emphatically, you dug your toes into the sheets and launched your whole body at him, not thinking for one moment about how pathetic your whimpers and trembling arms clinging around his neck might have seemed.

His brows lifted in the center and he continued to follow your gaze right up until you buried your face in his neck. The corner of his lips ticked upwards only briefly, before he nuzzled his face into your hair. 

It was stored in his muscle memory by now just where to grasp under your bare thighs, so you could bend your knees and spread over his hips so he could ease you down into a more comfortable position in his lap. There was no awkwardness negotiating who needed to move which limb where because you’d been doing this for years. 

Only recently there was less blushing over soaked panties or groans caused by awkward erections; just within the last six months you found yourselves single simultaneously and decided to give it a try.

Your breath was hot and stilted between sobs into his shoulder; his stubble along his jawline was scratchy against your forehead and temple but you didn’t mind. You just needed the closeness. Lifting your hair up into a ponytail, he pursed his lips, and blew cool air across your sweaty neck.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he questioned, rubbing slow circles with spread fingertips over your back. Your body tensed at his words but began to relax again when you wound your fingers dipped into his chocolate curls.

“I… don’t want to die,” you could barely whisper over his broad shoulder. “I don’t want YOU to die.”

“Oh Nugget,” he sighed, kissing the nape of your neck. “You dreamed I died?”

“No,” you hiccuped, pulling away and tapping the K on his soft gray shirt, attempting to distract yourself while you explained. “I was. And I wasn’t - wasn’t going to see you and - My heart, Hen. It - it feels broken.”

Cupping your face in both hands, he lifted your gaze and kissed your wet cheeks. “Look at us right now…”

Sniffling, you tucked your hands in between his biceps and forearms. “I know. I - It just felt so real. It feels so real. I’m not sure this feels real. It’s too nice to be real. You are too nice. I don’t know how to be sure...”

Deep worry lines etched over his forehead. Pressing his lips together in a flat line, his nostrils flared and he crossed his arms over his chest, peeling off his shirt.

The bear of a man breathed deep and slow, opening his hands to you. He gave you a wide berth; there would be no forcing - ever. His was a silent invitation to this familiar tango you’d only ever done with him.

Your gaze darted from his large palms resting against your thighs to his patient blue eyes watching you carefully.

“It’s alright, darling,” he encouraged, the softest of smiles lifting the apples of his cheeks. He wiggled his long fingers and you held your breath, sliding your hands into his. You felt the rough spots and calluses from the weights, the weaponry, the rope work, the horses. He worked so hard and should be sleeping right now instead of dealing with whatever mess you brought to him.

His soft kiss pressed to your forehead drew you from your thoughts. “Keep going,” he whispered against your hairline and you narrowed your eyes, focusing on his hands again. 

They were warm and so strong holding you and - oh - his middle and index fingers. The amazing things they did together. You forced yourself to stop thinking of it but your two fingers stroking inside his two fingers, and the furious blush across your cheeks, made him chuckle.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned broadly. Despite your blush, you continued to dance your fingertips inside his forearms, feeling the veins and sinewy muscle, the thick curve of his biceps and and shoulders. With a soft sigh, you lifted your head, kissed his clavicle and nuzzled into the light smattering of his scratchy chest hair. It was your favorite place to cuddle into. 

His particular masculine scent filled your senses and soothed every frayed, exposed nerve in your body; his musk reminded you of spices like cinnamon and nutmeg, orange and cranberry being mixed into hot apple cider on a crisp fall day.

You continued to lazily trace lines along his ribs and down his back, but he knew by your sigh that you’d come home. Tenderly sweeping your hair over your shoulder, he slowly and deliberately slid one arm high across your shoulders and the other low around the small of your back.

“I’m sorry, my love,” you murmured, your voice returning to its usual sweet timbre. It signaled you were returning from the frenzied dissociative state kicked off by that horrifically anxious nightmare. It meant he could speak to you differently, touch you differently.

“You don’t need to be, sweetheart,” he countered, kissing your forehead.

Sweeping your fingers along the stubble of his jawline, you cooed whisper softly and tentatively brushed your lips to his. Securing you to himself, he touched noses and parted lips, deepening the first kiss. Your fingers pushed into the back of his hair and tugged just gently enough to make you both smile.

With a deep, rumbling purr, he grabbed your hips and rolled you easily under him. He caressed two knuckles over your temple and teased your lips apart with his; he chuckled when you chased after his mouth for another.

But you pressed the heels of your palms against his chest and immediately he planked his body, lifting all of his considerable weight off of your much smaller frame.

Shutting his eyes tight, he huffed an exasperated breath and clenched his jaw. He should have known better. It was much too soon to touch you like this.

He intended to roll off and give you all of the comforting and cuddles you needed - until you wiggled a little under him. You shifted just a bit on the bed, reaching down and dragging your t-shirt up your bare stomach. His head was dropped just enough so his dark curls caressed your chest when you lifted your shirt off over your head and sighed softly under him.

You couldn’t help but giggle just a little at the arched brow and wide eyes he gave you when his gaze dragged up your nearly naked body to your face again.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “Ah, all better?”

“Yes, my love. Thank you.” Your answer was purely peaches and innocence during the act of wrapping your arms behind his neck drawing him down to you; only this time, he kept some of his weight lifted onto his forearms tucked under your shoulders.

“I thought I was crushing you.” He had a hint of playful warning in his tone.

“Oh. No, you know I love it even if you were,” you cooed, bending your knees and drawing your soft thighs up his ribs. “Isn’t it Oxytocin from the skin to skin contact?”

He smirked and grunted, catching one of your feet working on dragging the sweatpants down his hip. “I take it you’re feeling better.”

The corner or your lips twitched and your chest felt heavy all over again. You hated to admit it but the specter always lingered. “At the moment.”

“I know darling. We do these things one day at a time though, don’t we? Sometimes, by the minute?” He glanced up while you rolled the curls of his hair over your fingers. Collecting your wrist, he drew it to his mouth and kissed your hand.

Swallowing hard, you blinked but a tear escaped and rolled down your temple.

“Hey, shhh, Nugget.”

You sniffled and looked up into those beautiful, truly concerned, blue eyes of his. “You’re so much better than I deserve, Henry.”

He sighed and his shattered heart tore away from your gaze. Rocking his hips further down between your legs, he wrapped both arms under the small of your back and rested his head on your chest. 

It was the first he’d ever put himself in that position unless... he was there to give your breasts some attention? Your nipples hardened at the thought of his hot mouth sucking. He must have seen, or felt your nipple pebbling so near to his lips, because he fisted the edge of the bed sheet and covered your exposed skin.

Uncertain what to do exactly, you laid quietly and listened to his deep breaths and slow heartbeat for a long time. It wasn’t until you heard his breathing pause and stutter that your stomach dropped. “Henry? What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t know what else to do. What other way can I say it so you’ll understand?” His stormy eyes were dark and cheeks flushing pink when he put his chin on your sternum and glanced up at you. “I’m a patient man but you sure are putting me through my paces, sweetheart.”

Panic started to tighten your chest. Hearing your heartbeat and breathing quicken, he pressed his palm over it and spread his thumb away from his fingers to kiss your skin hidden under it.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. This isn’t what I wanted.”

“What did you want?” You asked bracing yourself with a fistful of sheets in each hand, practically panting the words.

Bearing his teeth, he sat up and stroked your cheek with his calloused thumb. “I want you to not be afraid anymore. I want to take away all of that worry in that beautiful mind of yours.”

As he swept the pads of his fingers over your forehead and down your nose, you gave them a kiss when they passed over your lips.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, swallowing hard so his Adam’s apple bounced. Your brows lifted, confused, but before you could ask, he dropped onto his side and pulled you to him, sheets and all. Legs and arms tangled together, you touched foreheads and shared the same warm breath fanning over each other’s skin.

“Hen?”

“Mhmm.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, Nugget.”

“Hen?”

“Hmm.”

“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Even if it was only a minute. And in the middle of nowhere. I’d want that last minute with you. That’s home… with you. If that’s okay with you, I mean.”

You thought for a moment that the wide eyed expression he gave you was surprise, until a smile lifted his features so brightly, his canines appeared. His mouth pressed to yours, gently at first, but taking a breath, he tipped your head and closed his lips over your top one, causing you to whimper and give him your bottom lip next. As your kisses became more hungry by the second, your attention was drawn from his tongue flexing into your mouth to his hands at your back.

They were fumbling with something, although you couldn’t tell quite what. Reaching behind you curiously, he grasped your hand and pressed his thumb inside your palm. Instinctively, you closed your fingers around it as he returned your hand to your chest.

He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip and grinned. “Until I can get you a real diamond,” he panted breathlessly, lips reddened and slightly swollen.

Peering down inside your closed hand, you recognized the gold flash immediately. “Henry, darling, you can’t give me your signet ring!”

He scoffed, arching an eyebrow and collected your left hand, “’Course I can.”

Putting your entire ring finger in his mouth, he pulled off the artificial pearl you wore with his teeth and slid his ring on instead, making you giggle and wiggle your fingers.

“It’s a bit large,” you confessed, attempting to keep your fingers pressed tightly together. Turning your hand over, he let it drop into his palm and slid it onto your thumb instead.

“It’s only temporary,” he reminded you, lying back on the pillows and opening his arms so you could put your head on his chest. He let out a long, gruff sigh feeling your body settle down tucked in against him. Closing your eyes, you already felt your body starting to get heavy.

“You know,” he continued, gently raking his spread fingers through your hair, “I wanted to kiss you the first night we met.”

“That birthday party?” you cooed, nuzzling along his jawline. “That was almost ten years ago, Hen. I wonder where we’d be if you would have.”

“I imagine the exact same place. Only there’d be a couple more pairs of little feet running up and down the hall. What do you think, darling?”

You’d have absolutely agreed, and probably squealed at the thought, but you were already fast asleep by the time he finished his sentence. And it was the best sleep you’d had in months.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

'Unexpected'

Overhaul/Chisaki Kai x reader

You just had finished eating and placed the plate on the sink for you to wash later, when a knock on the door caught your attention.

"One sec!" You went to the nearest mirror and tidy up a bit your messy hair to open the door only to get surprised at seing who exactly was.

"Kurono-kun? Hey! Wanna come in?" The man shooked his head with one of his palms lifted mumbling a 'thanks' before returning his gaze at you.

"I'm sorry to bother you in such hour miss (Y/N), but could you come to the Shie Hassaikai's house?"

"Ne? Why? Something happened?" Kurono averted his gaze as he made a strange noise lifting his palm to make a signal that meaned 'more less'.

"Does it have to do with Kai?" You asked in worry and Hari nodded a bit aprehensive and awkwardly. "I'm going to change. Make yourself at home, I won't take much long, promise."

You allowed Chrono to enter as you went towards your room. Before choosing a change of clothes, you checked your cellphone, just in case you hadn't missed a call or message from your boyfriend.

But nothing of him was found...

~

You walked along sides with Hari until he stopped close to Chisaki's office and knocked before opening the door for only you to enter.

You thanked him and turned your front to be met with Kai with his elbows on his desk, hands burried on his hair as he mumbled some incoherents words.

He hadn't hearded when Kurono knocked?

You took aprehensive steps towards him before calling his name on one of your gentles tone of voice.

He jerked his head up towards you in shock before calming himself down again. Staring you dead in the eye.

"You're late." He mentioned numbly as you laughed.

"By only five or eight minutes."

"Still late. Learn to be more pontual."

Okay, he wasn't on a good mood apparently... now you had to be really carefull with your words.

He keep glaring at his desk with what seemed like a mix of pure hate and... perhaps sadness?

You decided to broke the silence when he got up and montioned with his hand to follow him.

"You didn't send me any messages, and Kurono just went into my apartment to bring me here... did something happened?" You asked as soon as his bedroom's door room closed.

He let out a shaky breath before slowly taking off his mask.

"Not exactly. I just... I needed... ugh." He groaned in frustation when he couldn't get the words out.

You stood there, still confused but worried no less, until you just smiled and took a seat on the edge of his bed, patting on your side as a signal for him to sit as well.

He glared for a few seconds before sighing out loud and complying to your wish.

"Was it something involving your work?" He shook his head, placing his elbows on his knees as his head hung low "Precepts not following your orders and messing around?" He shook his head again.

You gently lifted your hand up to carress his darkbrow looks, retreating a bit when you noticed that he flinched at the contact.

"Sor-"

"Keep going." He commanded, still with his head hung low, golden eyes not daring to meet yours.

You slowly carresed the top of his head gently,only after to give sweet scratches at his scalp, emmiting what could only be described as pleased sighs.

"Geez what the world did this time with you?" You spoke gently as you still patted his head. It wasn't regular when Kai accepted this but when he did it was usually when he was stressed and needed to calm down or simply because he want it.

He let out a growl as he straight up his back to look at you, tired but somehow relaxed golden eyes learing at your soul.

"Dd you showered?" He asked and you nodded, indicating with your two fingers up the numbers of showers you had today as he hummed in approval.

His eyes trailed down to your legs and stayed there, seemed lost for a second as he curled and uncurled his hands in fists.

"Tired?"

"More than you can imagine..." he sighed and placed his chin on your shoulder as he breath in slowy in your scent.

You tensed up a bit before cooing internally at such a sign of your boyfriend.

So it was one of those days huh?

"Kai, do you want to lay down a bit?" You offered as he opened one of his eyes in suspicion, arching one of his eyebrows up.

After a few seconds he sighed out loud and simply let his head fall to your legs. He groaned on them, sending shivers through your whole body.

"U-uh... Kai?" He hummed in annoyance "W-what... what was that about?" You giggled as he groaned again, one of his arms circling around your waist as the other went beneath your legs to cage you to him.

"I have no idea." He growled before lifting his head up to bury in your belly instead "Suddenly you came to my mind and then I got like this... witch."

"But I didn't do anything!" You whisper yelled in mockness as you notice the hint of a smirk starting to appear on his handsome and glorious face.

He surprisingly nuzzled further in you and seemed to let a sigh in relief as he hugged you closer.

"Kai as much as I love this-" his gloved hand caught your wrist and placed on his head as he growled, a silent demand for you to pet his head "What happened for you to be acting like this? This isn't your normal-"

"I didn't sleep." He groaned in irritation, interrupting your rambling "Ever since that night you spend on here, I couldn't exactly sleep properly. " He sighed as he nuzzled his face against you "There. Satisfied?"

You opened your mouth and closed a couple of times in shock, you had spend one night two or three days ago on his house due to a strong storm that Chisaki simply refused to let you go and demanded that you stayed the night.

You slept on the same bed as him due to his commands, of course only after a burning shower.

Nervous was a understatement for both of you, but in the morning you just woke up... caged. Caged between two strong arms and a very build up chest.

You remembered that your face almost exploded from the burning heat from your blush, and when you tried to get up to prevent any complains or even the anger of your boyfriend, he just squeezed you tighter to him as he mumbled for you to stay still.

He denied that this happened ever since then... but you knew you weren't hallucinating.

"You didn't get to sleep since that?"

"Best damn sleep I've had in ages." He mumbled in your skin as your jaw almost dropped with a disbelieved smile that could even reach your ears.

You gulped down the urge of screaming in joy at this as you bounced just a little your feet to contain your joy and excitement.

"Don't get full of yourself now angel." He suddenly muttered and you manage to quiet down.

You forgot that he knew you like the palm of his hand...

"Sorry." You mumbled embarrassingly as you scratched his scalp gently with your nails, soon noticing that you were starting to feel kinda sleepy as well.

"Tired my angel?" You felt the warmth of his body leaving your legs as you whined in dissaproval.

He smirked slightly at that before pushing you down to lay on your back as he did the same, sliding a arm beneath your back to push you against his chest as he buried his head on your hair, breathing the sweet scent of your shampoo and your natural smell.

You blinked your eyes as a effort to not just fall asleep due to his warm and so secure hold.. it just felt.. it felt like you were in heaven in his embrace...

Hironic right? Feel in heaven when you were in the devil's arms... but he was your devil...

"So I am staying again or I can leave later?" You yawned as his other arm came in contact with your waist.

"Is too late for you to get back to that apartment. You're staying in tonight."

"But I-"

"Shut it. I'm tired." He growled while you sighed, snuggling closer to his neck. Before you could even think on a response his hand came to your face, holding you still a few inches away from his own as his tired eyes, filled with the wish of just closing them...

His gloved thumb went to your chin and pushed down a bit before he went in for a kiss, not leaving you time to think before his tongue came in contact with yours.

You widened your eyes in surprise even after he separated and returned to bury his head in your hair as he mumbled a good night.

That sure was unexpected but definitely not unpleasant...

Sleepy Kai is just as good as a touch starved one.

[stonfordpines]

skeletons in the basement

hey, I’m trying my hand at a gravity falls fanfiction again. this is a “The man downstairs au” which, to sum it up roughly is that stan managed to save ford from falling through the portal but, uh oh, bill can possess ford at any time. bill thwarts stan from knowing how to help ford become un-possessed so stan keeps ford locked in the basement, keeping everyone else and ford safe. But then, woah, the mystery twins come to gravity falls. this is a little story of what-if dipper fell into the basement like in the DD&moreD episode before he met ford. enjoy.

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It was hard for Stanford to keep track of days. He didn’t have a window, just Stanley coming down every night with a newspaper and an aging face. He saw the events of the world happening from an outsiders perspective and seemingly all too quickly, it was his birthday. And then his next birthday. And then his next birthday. Stanley always celebrated it with a cake and two candles. Ford wasn’t able to get close enough to blow them out, though.

And then it had been ten years. The only people Ford had seen had been Stan and a couple doctors when things got particularly bad that had their memories wiped after. And Bill Cipher, but he was always there. A constant. And then it had been twenty years. And then it had been thirty years.

Ford could clearly remember the first time Stan come to the basement with glasses on. He had been all nervous smiles and scratching his head. Showed Ford the rectangular frames and told him that he got them modeled after Ford’s. Of course, before they got the safety glasses that couldn’t be broken. That had sent what felt like a slug sliding down Ford’s back and weighing down his stomach. He had realized that that Stan was aging. Ford was aging. The world had continued to spin even though Ford was not an active participant in it.

That had caused Ford to ask to see himself. Stan then dragged a mirror from upstairs and set it outside of Ford’s reach. Ford and Stan had stood next to each in the mirror, Ford’s image being obstructed by the harsh bars of the cage that had became Ford’s life. Ford then saw for the first time while being stuck as a prisoner in his own body, what he looked like. His hair had only just began to lighten, his first wrinkles coming to form. Even then, he had so many scars. They varied in every way they could vary and Ford saw them everywhere. He rarely asked for the mirror again after that.

Ford could also remember with distinct clarity the day Stan had told Ford that he was making his their house into the Murder Hut, later renamed the Mystery Shack. Ford had quickly rushed to anger, about to explode but stopped himself before he could when he remembered that Stan gave up his entire life for Ford. Dropped whatever he had been doing before Ford contacted him What had he been doing anyway? and devoted his life to Ford. So, Ford listened to what Stan had to say. Stan had explained that he had to pay off the house somehow and they weren’t getting money from Ford’s grant anymore and that this was the only thing he was good at. Ford wanted to retort that last bit, but he had held his tongue.

Ford had quickly gotten over his anger. He could see the joy that Stan had when talking about dumb creations he made or particularly naive customers he ripped off. So, Ford’s lab had been turned into a tourist trap. He had accepted it.

By day, Stan was making a name for himself. “Mr.Mystery.” People altering their vacation plans to come by and see him. By night, he was down in the basement, keeping Ford company and safe from himself.

One thing that Stan seemed to enjoy — and Ford too, for that matter — was keeping Ford up to date on any technological advances. Stan always came down with a bright grin on the days in which he had something new to show Ford, whether that be a new computer or phone. He always got this certain look in his eyes when Ford rambled on about how fast the world seemed to be moving and how amazing it was.

Of course, Stan also kept Ford up to date on any family news. Ford could remember the love in Stan’s voice when he told Ford that Shermie’s daughter was pregnant with twins. And the panic when he hastily told Ford that she was giving birth Right This Moment and he had to go. And the nostalgia when he showed Ford a picture of the new born twins.

Just as quickly as Ford was aging, so were the twins and suddenly they were twelve and wanting to properly meet their Great Uncle Stan in Gravity Falls, Oregon.

“I can’t really say no, can I?” Stan had said, body resembling a sack of potatoes on the ratty purple chair he had brought down to the basement a few years back. It was far enough that Ford couldn’t reach it but close enough that they could hold a conversation. “But I can, if you need me too.”

Ford had responded to that with a shake of his head and an unconscious scratch at a fading scar on his arm. His eye seemed to twitch at that, seemingly reminding Ford that he shared his body with a demon. “They’re family and they want to see you. It’s only a summer. They can come and go without even knowing I exist.”

But then on the twins’s first day, Stan had come down with a picture of the three of them standing in front of the Shack and a sadness in his voice. “They’re amazing. You’d love them. You know, they could come down here-“

“No,” Ford had quickly cut him off, his head throbbing from last night’s possession. “It’s much too dangerous.”

Stan had sighed at that, like a child asking for a candy bar when they just left the dentist. “I know.”

Stan’s nightly basement visit from then on consisted mostly of stories of the twins. Their names were Mabel and Dipper. “Mabel’s a firecracker. Eats way too much sugar but has the purest heart of anyone I know,” Stan had said one night. “Dipper, man, Dipper is so much like you. Loves all the paranormal crap. Even has a birthmark on his forehead in the shape of the Big Dipper. Talk about abnormalities,” Stan had said another night. Stan talked about them with a look on his face that Ford hadn’t seen in a long time. Stan was really happy with them and Ford could tell he loved them very much.

It had started as a normal day, Stan had just left the basement after bringing Ford a small lunch, when it suddenly very much wasn’t a normal day.

Somewhere above him, Ford heard a crash. He stopped eating as the one crash turned into multiple, stopping with a smack followed by an “Ow.”

Ford hadn’t even had time for a thought before he was thrust out of his and into the mindscape, viewing his own life from third person. Ford took this opportunity to see what had crashed into this basement. Being a frequent visitor to the mindscape, Ford was easily able to soar through the bars and over to what had crash landed.

On the ground, and dusting himself off was Dipper. Ford was able to tell that it was Dipper because of previous times in the mindscape, in which Ford flew up to the top levels of the Shack and saw how the other Pines lived their life. In Dipper’s hand was the game, Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons. Oh, what Ford would do to play a game of that with his nephew right now. And then Ford had the wit to panic.

Here Dipper was, accidently having fallen into the basement that he didn’t know exist, that contained the great uncle he also didn’t know exist that was also currently possessed by an insane dream demon that he hopefully didn’t know exist. Man, Ford’s life was complicated.

Ford quickly flew back to his body. He flew through it several times, trying to push Bill out even though he knew it wouldn’t work. Ford huffed and resigned himself to anxiously watching over in the corner, praying to any god in the multiverse that would listen that Bill wouldn’t hurt Dipper.

“Woah, what is this place?” Ford could hear Dipper from the other room, foot steps slowly coming closer. He saw a smile on Bill’s face slowly grow, yellow tinited eyes showing mirth.

Ford then saw the moment in which Dipper saw Ford. He fumbled with the game box in his hand, almost dropping it. “Grunkle Stan? What are you doing down here?”

Dipper continued to come closer and Ford could clearly see the recognition he held for Stan leave. “What? Who are you?”

Bill didn’t answer, just remained sitting creepily on the bed as Dipper got closer.

All too soon, Dipper was right up against the bars. He was squinting up at Bill’s face, “What the heck? Why do you look like Stan, but way skinnier and with more scars?”

Much too quick for a human, Bill was up against the bars, clutching Dipper’s shirt and holding him up so their faces were across from each other. The board game fell to the ground with a sad crash.

Bill smiled just too much, showing gums. “Well, well, well, well, well. Pine tree. So nice of you to visit.”

Dipper’s eyes widened and he began wiggling. “Bill!”

Ford wanted to question why the hell did Dipper know Bill. But instead he flew in front of his own face and started to yell, “Bill, he’s only a child! This is between you and me, don’t bring him into this.”

Bill looked right into Ford’s eyes and waved an impatient hand at him. Dipper had then saw Ford’s hands and eyes widened impossibly further. “Shut it, Sixer. You’re not the only one to strike a deal with me.”

This further confused Ford. Dipper had made a deal with Bill? Ford was then distracted by Dipper, who had started yelling.

“Help! Help! Mabel! Stan!” He was wiggling harder now, hands grasping the six fingers that held him and trying to pry them off of him.

Bill laughed loudly, his cackle bouncing off the walls and surrounding them. “Wow, you meat sacks are sure easy to rile up. Go ahead, scream, kid. No one’s going to hear you from the basement.”

Maybe it was twin instinct, maybe it was something else, but Stan had appeared. He grabbed ahold of Dipper and yanked Bill’s hand off of him, holding Dipper close as he shoved hard enough at Bill to send him the ground.

“You’re no fun,” Bill said with a final cackle before leaving Ford’s body, Ford wasting no time in flying back into his body. Gladly welcome his aches and pains. Okay, maybe not gladly.

Ford pushed himself up just as his body hit the ground. “Stanley!” Ford gasped, as he took his first breath of air. He stood up but stayed away from the bars, ignoring the dizziness that came from getting up too quickly. “Is he alright?” Ford gave a quick glance to Dipper, who had been set on the ground, meeting eyes that were already looking at him.

“Yeah,” Stan said with a gruff cross of his arms. “Scared him, s’all.”

Ford blew air out his mouth and his body relaxed a little bit. He kneeled down to Dipper’s eyes level, ignoring his body’s protest. “This is not the ideal meeting situation, but greetings. I’m your Great Uncle Stanford.”

Stan patted the confused looking Dipper on the shoulder, “Kid, why don’t you go get your sister. There’s some things we should talk about.”

[gwenpaint-blog]

==> Candy coatings

The trickstering of Paint and Karkat

@theuniverseisher @croupiergin

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Last Saturday at 9:45 PM

This is a bad day to be you. You being Gwen Paint, nurse of the Midnight Crew. You admit that this is partly your fault for panicking, but it didn't help that the grunt who'd agreed to go with you to restock the pantry had up and vanished. After being ditched and the sky going nuts and being told to run, you'd gotten into a rather big bit of trouble. The man chasing you had a knife and even though you'd thrown your money to him he still pursued. He laughed and talked of selling off  your meat. You'd managed to get out of his line of sight long enough to hide behind some garbage cans and send a frantic text before turning it off so the buzz wouldn't give give you away. He's walking around the alleyway, calling "Come out little piggy. You're not escaping going to market!" Oh dear Frog! He's getting closer! The garbage cans are pushed aside as you pull out the gun you were given and take aim. 

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Last Saturday at 9:55 PM

"NOT THAAAAT'S NOT NIIIICE~" You arrive in a shimmer of starlight, the alleyway warping around you as you materialize behind the would-be mugger.  The man turns with a confused shout, and then you're on him, quick as a flash.  You just love how he squirms as you tickle and kiss him, and you love even more the pretty red stains he leaves behind on the floor and down your dress and iin your mouth! Slurp!  So sweet. You stand to full attention once more and you beam brightly at the frightened miss with the gun. "THERE YOU ARE, SWEET GIRL~"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Last Saturday at 10:02 PM

You stare up at her, gun trembling in your hands. Even in this state, she is an impressive and majestic figure. You've never seen the black queen, Snowman, before, but you don't doubt this is the regal queen of the felt whom you've been avoiding online. This is not who you'd hoped might rescue you. And to top it off, you've just watched your attacker get torn open by her. You panic screams at you to run, but what's to keep you from ending up like him? She's the universe, so shooting her is not an option. You lower the gun and offer a nervous trembling smile as you slowly stand. "Th-thank you for saving me.... Your m-majesty, yes?..." you say, praying to make it out of this alive.(edited)

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Last Saturday at 10:07 PM

"YES INDEEDY DO, SWEET PEACH~" You float over to the poor trembling thing and you take her sweet, soft face into your hands, coating her in that sweet red as well.  When you give her cheeks a pinch and a pull, they aren't quite so loose and elastic as Scratch's before, and you can feel the hard shell of a carapace below.  How cute!!! You smile wide and say, as you continue playing with her cheeks,  "AND WHO MIGHT YOU BE, SWEET SNOWCONE?"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Last Saturday at 10:13 PM

"G-Gwen Paint...." you're used to blood. You're not used to blood being smeared on to your face and you feel a little ill. The pinching hurts a fair amount, but you bare with it and keep your nervous smile. "S-seems to be an interesting n-night..." you attempt to converse. Hopefully if she takes a liking to you you'll walk away okay. Your more pessimistic side whispers to you 'Not a chance.'

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Last Saturday at 11:29 PM

"GWEN PAINT~ PAINT PAINT PAINT I LOVE PAINTING DO YOU LIKE TO PAINT?"  You begin to paint little flowers and stars across her sweet pale face, a hum in your throat as you create your art.   Your head bops this way and that as though you're dancing along with an unheard song, and you say, "IT SURE IS~ IT'S SO LOVELY AND EXCITING, ISN'T IT~?"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Last Saturday at 11:35 PM

You do your very best to still your trembling as she works on your face. Smiling a little more sincerely, you say, "Yes, I love to paint... I um... have my sketchbook if you'd like to see..." you offer hoping to distract her from all the blood she's painting on your face. Keep her happy. Keep her happy. If you're amusing you can live maybe is what you repeat to yourself again and again.

October 14, 2018

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 12:14 AM

Your eyes light up and you beam widely, and you clap your hands and give a twirl!! "OH YES, PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOP, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE~~~"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 12:20 AM

Pulling out your sketchbook, you open it to some of the little watercolor paintings you'd done. Lots of flowers and a few portraits of yourself and other crew members.  You offer it to her saying, "I'm still practicing always, but I'm pretty proud of these..." Maybe conversing is becoming easier the longer you're not getting disemboweled, or there's something else at work in making you feel less in danger...

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 1:03 AM

You sidle up close--real close--to the good Miss Paint, your arms slung around her neck in an all-too-familiar hug.  You peer down intto her sketchbook and you smile and coo, giving her an excite squeeze at each new painting you're shown.  "OHHH, GWENNY GWEN YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS~!! OH MY GOODNESS YOU SHOULD PAINT MY PICTURE TOO!! YOU SHOULD, OH YES, PLEASE, WOULD YOU~?"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 1:09 AM

"Oh, certainly... I don't have my paints with me here, but I can create the sketch?" you offer, hoping she's not going to be disappointed that you can't paint for her exactly. But maybe this is your chance? "If I can get home I can get my paints and meet back with you..." you offer, doing your best to not make it eager sounding. Just an offer, there if she wants it. Wow she is really close to you... You've only had people this close to you recently and that was people you'd gotten to know. If you'd ever heard of the word, scaroused you'd be confident that you are that in this moment. Maybe that's the effect of queens.

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 8:03 PM

"OHHH, BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE~!!!" Your arms squeeze around her and you pull her close, squashing her face rather brazenly against your bosom.  You pout down at her, though you can't even fake that expression for long before you're all smiles again.  "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE~ I WANT TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME WITH YOU!!"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 8:07 PM

You're squished against her and your sketchbook is smashed against your chest as you nose is plunged into her own chest. You can't even speak, not only from anxiety, nerves and panic, but also also because you face is enveloped in boobs. You make a little panicked sound.

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 8:13 PM

You've got her pinned there, and you know, she is just the prettiest thing! Even if her shell's all wrong, this hair of hers is the prettiest red you have ever, ever seen!!  You lean in and nuzzle your face against the top of it and you say, "PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, I THINK I SHOULD LIKE TO KISS YOU VERY MUCH NOW~ YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND AND A SWEET FRIEND AND I BET YOU TASTE LIKE MARSHMALLOWS~"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 8:17 PM

"K-k-k-k-kiss?!" you squeak as you pull away only long enough to get in that one stuttering word. Oh Frog... What happens if you tell her no? You remember what the Inspector told you about the infectious nature of this madness and you are terrified. You can't help it, you're trembling again as she holds you and nuzzles your hair. Of all the days to have gone out for groceries...

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 8:49 PM

WELL you take that as a yes! With careful and loving and bloody, oh so very bloody!, hands, you tilt Gwen's head upward and you press your lips to hers in a loving kiss! It's just as you suspected--she does taste like Marshmallows~

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 8:57 PM

Your face is being moved again and your brain hardly processes it as her lips are pressed to yours. As your mind catches up, you make a muffled sound of surprise into her mouth. Then you feel it, creeping, crawling, seeping and oozing through you. Like sweet sweet happy happy sugar melting off her lips and into your mouth and filling you from head to toe! You start to smile into the kiss and drop your sketchbook as your hands rise to softly cup her cheeks. You start to giggle wildly and pull away long enough to say, "Well isn't this the BEST first kiss a girl could ask for~!!!" Then you smash your lips on hers again, seeking the sweet sweet candy that is her. You need it so so much. She's so so so amazing at kissing. Wow, wow, WOW!!!

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 9:04 PM

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS AND BOY ARE YOU PISSED!! You heard that Paint was in trouble and went with Hearts as soon as possible to help her. Once you're near her last known location, you hear yelling and sounds of struggle, and absolutely book it in front of Uncle Hearts. Smart? No. But you are not smart. You see Snowman macking on Paint and before your brain can realize what that means you howl in fury and run towards them, shoving them apart and Paint behind you. "You stay away from her!" You yell to basically a deity, and then your brain catches up. "...Fuck." You turn and yep, That's A Trickster. Mother FUCKER.

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 9:09 PM

"YOUR FIRST KISS~?? OHH, I AM SO HONORED TO HAVE IT~" You dive back into her seeking lips happily, and oh, you could just die here like this!  Your hands are starting to move to locations Most unchaste when a shout brings your attention up and away!  Though you're loathe to break away from that kiss, and indeed, it is a struggle to, you turn your head to stare and Smile at Karkat at the mouth of the alley! "MY MY, MYMYMY HELLO THERE~!!"  You're holding onto Paint, but you take a step forward, your heel digging into the messy remnants of the man you decimated before with an audible squish.  You're smiling brightly, and your teeth are still covered in his blood.  "AND WHO MIGHT YOU BE, CUTIE~???"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 9:14 PM

Oh wow! OH WOW! You love her hands! You love how she touches you! But oh now she's paused and turned away. But then you see why and you're just so HAPPY! You beam at Karkat. You're so so happy to see him! "Karkat! Karkat it's you!!!" you yell as you hug him tightly and rub your cheek against his. "I was in so so much trouble and Ms Snowman saved my life~!!!" you say joyfully. Ehehe... That squish sound is funny. Ehehehe....

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 9:17 PM

"Oh, fuck me running." Is all you're able to say before you're being gently and fondly squished by miss Paint's admittedly EXTREMELY soft cheeks. No. No, don't get distracted!!! "Oh, did she? Uhhh. Hello, miss Snowman." You feel embarrassed. She's...you know. And you're......you know. Even as a crazed trickster she's so much more than you. "Thanks for taking care of Miss Paint."

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 9:20 PM

You clap your hands excitedly as you float up and give a twirl in the air, hands tucked under your chin as you float in close--real close.  Why, now YOU'RE cheek to cheek with Karkat as well!! What soft skin he has! So warm! "SO YOOOOU'RE KARKAT~ HELLO, DARLING, IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO FINALLY MEET YOU!!! YOU'RE SO MUCH CUTER THAN I COULD HAVE EVER DREAMED!!!"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 9:24 PM

"Isn't he just?!" you agree vehemently. You continue to hug him cheek pressed to cheek as you say, "Karkat is one of my very BEST friends! He's got the BEST tastes in movies and books too!" You reach your hands to Snow and squish Karkat between the two of you as you add her to the hug.

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 9:25 PM

Well now you're fucking blushing on top of being squished between, let's be frank here, boobs. You are too damn short to not be smooshed into tits right now. You clear your throat and make feeble attempts to move. "Well! If...you're okay, Paint, that's great! I was worried. I should. Go??"

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 9:47 PM

"NO~" You take Paint's hand and squeeze it gently, before looping your other arm around the boy and her and gather them both in a tight, floating hug! All of them, floating! Just a little, just a foot off the ground now, but oh, you just can't help it!! You say, "PLEASE, NO, STAY~!! WE WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOU HERE WITH US~"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 9:55 PM

You giggle in delight as you float. It's so nice to float and you love it~! "Don't leave Karkar~ That would be so sad!" you plead making bright green puppy eyes at him. You want your best BEST friend to see how happy you are and maybe he'll want to be happy too!

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 9:59 PM

Why, in this godforsaken timing, can you only think of "cursed" in your stupid, useless brain. Anyone else would have been able to get out of this. Anyone else wouldn't have even gotten INTO this. Fuck. "Er....I.........Guess I have to because we are in fact, floating in the air and I am not blessed with blood powers."

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 10:15 PM

You laugh and you say, "WE'RE NOT FLOATING VERY FAR, YOU KNOW~ IF I DROPPED YOU NOW, YOU WOULDN'T HURT..." You then float Much further up in the sky, above the two story next to you, and then you say, "BUT IF I DROPPED YOU FROM HEEEERE....~"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 10:19 PM

Oh wow this is so so fun!!! But you do hold Karkat tighter just in case. He is your BEST friend after all and you'd never let anything happen to him! "It's so so pretty up her Ms Snowman!!! I wanna kiss you up here~!!!" you squeal in delight.

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 10:20 PM

"Oh lord. Yep. Yep, I would fucking straight up die because I am not fancy at all, I am in fact rather mortal." To your utter mortification, you have to cling on both of them because AAAAAAAAAA!!!! "I don't wanna get in between your sugary makeouts, haha"

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 10:29 PM

"NO SUCH THING, KARKAT~ KARKAAAAT, KITTY, KARKITTY~ SEE, BECAUSE, I WANT TO KISS PAINT AGAIN, IT'S TRUE--" You turn your face to stare at him, nearly eye-to-fucking-eye now.  "BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE BETTER?? KISSING THE BOTH OF YOU, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!!"

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 10:32 PM

More of your giggles fill the air as Snow speaks. Wow she really just has all the best ideas! "You'll like it Karkat~! She's a great kisser! So so great~!" you declare. "You should say yes. Yes, yes, YES~!!!" And if he said yes to Snow, maybe he'd say yes to you too!

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 10:35 PM

"Uhhhhhhhh" What fucking choice do you even have? If you bore her she might drop you despite Gwen's death grip on you, and you aren't joking about not living long through a fal like that. You take a deep breath. "......Fuck it. Sure."

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 10:37 PM

You gasp with delight, even though you never once doubted that he would say no! I mean, who says no to KISSES??? You sure as hell wouldn't!  So when he says sure, why, you dive right in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, leaving enough room for Paint to get in on this good good kiss boy too!

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 10:39 PM

He said yes! He said yes!!!! You join Snow in the kiss and it is so so sweet! You hope Karkat is tasting all that sweetness like you are!

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 10:41 PM

You don't have very long to think about what a nightmare your life is right now, because you are being kissed. And, yeah, you've been kissed before but it's never been quite so...electric. Or probably not electric but more like your body is going into septic shock from the sudden rush of candy. This is it. This is how you die. You kiss back, giggling at both of them.

Carro (DD/08/WQ)Yesterday at 11:05 PM

Oh, you're so delighted, you could just scream! The three of you, kissing and twirling and floating in the air, together!! Ohh, what a dream come true, that you didn't even know you had until just now!!  You continue to float through the air as you make out ever-higher into the technicolor sky!

Lissa (Paint/Feferi/Kanaya)Yesterday at 11:10 PM

You kiss them both in delight before throwing your head back and whooping loudly into the sky! It's getting harder to breath but isn't that just so NEAT?!

Nyssa (Karkat)Yesterday at 11:13 PM

When you pull from kissing you're so lovely and sparkly and openly wearing all your hearts right on your sleeves! You beam at them both and cling to their hands, interwining their fingers and kissing the backs of both. You are nothing if not a romantic after all! "You're both INCREDIBLE!"