#ask box drabbles

[taintandviolent]

Drabble- Kai Anderson and pink (maybe a bimbo reader?)

Sorry if that's pretty random-love your blog so much by the way, you're so talented!!

song: my type - saweetie (there ain't no fucking..... way..... you have powers that are misunderstood by god himself...) also thank you so very much ahhh!! appreciate that!

Your tongue writhed around, trying desperately to find the straw. You'd had a few already, but really who were you to turn down a free drink from some dumb-dumb man who thought you had a nice ass? You were no one to do that, that's who.

"What!?" You yelled, too loudly. The man furrowed his brows, like he was annoyed. He looked annoyed, but his hair was blue, so you really didn't care. You flipped a hairsprayed lock from your face, fanning yourself with your free hand. The way the pink and blue lights hit your nails is so pretty, oh my god.... You set the drink down, and reached into your handbag. The phone came out, and your Instagram followers got to see, too. You held your hand out in front of you, rotating it back and forth.

He repeated himself again, louder, but you 100% did not hear him over the music. So, you nodded, spreading your plush, pink lips into a wide smile and brightening your eyes. "Yeah, totally. Mmmmmhmmmm!"

"The meeting is at ten tonight."

You pulled the straw from your mouth, gloss sticking to the plastic. "Wait, what? What meeting?"

He inhaled -- you saw his nostrils flare. "Were you even listening to what I just said? Or are you just too stupid to understand?"

Uhhhhh, excuuuuse me? Your bubbly attitude went flat like a forgotten coke on the bar. You sucked your top teeth, reaching over to grip his jaw. "See that guy over there? That's my type. He probably has a Lamborghini or something, shit-dick. Go wash your hair. Then we'll talk."

The rest of the drink went on his lap.

[octoberautumnbox]

Lips

Jo Yuri, IVE Ahn Yujin, IVE Jang Wonyoung, & Male Reader

a/n: idk blame frisky :nolookk:

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You struggle against the makeshift shackles, your wrists taking on a light shade of red from the friction between the cloth restraints and the wooden armrests you're bound to. The top of the blindfold sips up your sweat, although it also distributes the salt over your eyelids as well. 

The hand on your cock momentarily leaves you, soon replaced by a pair of lips on either side of your shaft. Two tongues work eagerly to lick each other with your dick in between, all the while hushed, breathy moans emanate from their respective owners. The left pair of lips peppers tiny kisses up and down your length, while the right goes lower to the base of your cock and sucks your balls. 

You steady your breathing. It’s unknowable how much time has passed, though you wish it’s been the agreed-upon ten minutes and the girls are just toying with you. You try remembering how you got into this situation, but the tongue dragging itself up the underside of your cock clouds your mind and renders you useless, save for your base instincts wanting what either of them are giving you.

A set of long, slender fingers wraps around your shaft again, diligently pumping slow and hard, while the left repositions to pay special attention to your tip. Her tongue pokes out and swirls around the head, slathering her spit all over the tip and dripping down the rest of your length, only to make the handjob below slicker. 

“Oppa,” Yuri says, gently caressing your blindfold, “are you doing okay?”

“Mmh,” you say back, your loose makeshift gag failing at being a gag, but working wonders to help delay your orgasm. The flimsy cloth between your teeth steadily disintegrates each time you bite down, all the while you feel your knuckles turn white as you grip the wood harder in your palms. 

“You're doing great, Oppa, five more minutes.” Yuri's voice is like mad honey in your ears, dripping with a wild sweetness and venom that intoxicates but never kills. Two pairs of hands on your legs as the girls go back to worshipping your cock, coating your length in generous amounts of spit mixing together as they make out with you in between. 

Your breaths come shallow and urgent and desperate, just like the hand pumping your cock. You wouldn't dare guess now–not when you're so close to winning anyway. 

“Hands off, girls. Give him a second to breathe,” Yuri's voice calls from right next to your head. In less than a second, the pleasure stops, leaving only ghosts: lazily drying saliva on a now freezing, throbbing cock. You hear quiet smacks of lips against each other, or against the other's, no doubt licking up any stray drops of your precum to share between themselves. 

“If you wanted to make a guess, now would be the time,” Yuri finally muses after what felt like ages of drought. She says it in a way that coaxes out your bravery, though you know it's nothing but a trap. You have no way of knowing, no way of winning: wrong or right doesn't exist when Jo Yuri holds both in the palm of her hand. 

“... Left?” Her question strikes a chord in your chest anyway, tossing a wrench in your initial plans of just toughing it out. The hand returns with a renewed fervor, offering a devoted blowjob to speed up your decision. She rubs her tongue all along your length hastily, forcing an orgasm and their decisive victory. You could almost feel the threads of your gag tear apart between your teeth, but she stops just in time, leaving you less than breathless and more than willing to just surrender right then and there. A second more of the torture would've sent you barreling over the edge, but Yuri must have known not to push you that far. The girl by your lap to the left stops, most probably under Yuri's command, and the moment of reprieve is golden. 

“... Right?” Yuri's voice disappears as quickly as it arrives, and the girl on the other side of your lap takes your cock in up to her throat. She struggles with your length, caring more to take as much of you into her needy mouth as she can, rather than servicing you. Her blowjob is sloppy and careless, and the way her throat squeezes around your shaft is nothing short of heaven, though you know it's only an act to get you comfy enough to give up. Your orgasm nearly builds to its peak, but she stops again just in the nick of time, waved off again by Yuri's command. 

“Oppa, it's not fun if you don't guess… Hurry up,” she teases from behind you again. Her arms wrap around your chest while you feel her daintily pulling at your gag, taking it off. “We won't bite even if you get it wrong, I promise…”

What happens next is like a thunderclap right before an oncoming storm: a knock on the door followed by a muffled “Miss Jo, Miss Ahn, Miss Jang, please get ready to come to the main event area. We'll fetch you shortly.” And your suspicion is confirmed: Yuri kept you here for an hour. 

“Ehehe, oops. Sorry Oppa,” she giggles, tugging your gag away. You notice the shuffling of feet around you, no doubt the other two getting up off the floor while giggling as quietly as they can. She attempts to take your blindfold off too, but not before you jump at the chance to guess:

“Left… Wonyoung.” The world stops as you say it, and it's a good couple seconds before anyone can say anything else. The next line has no need to be said, but you take it anyway: “Right… Yujin.”

You know Yuri's sigh like the back of your hand; it's the one that she lets out while a quiet smile graces her lips. You hear it when you first kiss her neck at the start of a wild night, when you wrap your arm around her at the end before drifting to sleep, whenever she loses one of her little bets with you. 

She walks over to your front, and a small thud on the carpet means she's knelt down. Unmistakable are her full, plump lips on your shaft, her tiny hands on your thighs. She takes you into her mouth herself, accepting defeat like it was destined from the start. 

Your wrists are set free at the same time, and your blindfold is finally pulled off. What greets you first is not the dim light of the green room, not the sweet scents of Wonyoung to your left and Yujin to your right. What draws your attention is Yuri, on her knees, in her pretty white dress that shows off her cleavage like no other, taking your cock like she always does, and a little more: shameless, needy, and, this time, proud.

“Unnie, how’d he know?” Wonyoung asks with a naïve sort of innocence, like she didn't just take part in Yuri's little game. She places a hand on your chest from behind, feeling your heart beat out of your chest as the girl of your dreams sucks you off. 

“Lucky guess, probably,” Yujin answers, knowing Yuri would do anything to not be interrupted from sucking off her either smart or lucky, or both, boyfriend. Yujin drapes an arm around your chest, wrapping you in a hug, as the three of you watch their beloved unnie work her magic. 

All at once, the pressure peaks, your dam breaks, and Yuri knows it all: the two girls hold you back from pushing Yuri off, while she takes you into her throat as far as she can. Her throat squeezes and constricts in all the best ways, like the two of you know you were made for each other. She hollows out her cheeks, waiting impatiently, and her little game finally pays off. 

Your cum shoots out into her throat in generous spurts, and she takes it all; you relish in how her throat clenches around your cock, almost like she does it on purpose. Her tongue works to rub the underside of your cock wherever she can reach, all the while her head bobs up and down while she keeps sucking like it’s the one thing keeping her alive. You swear you’ll never find a girl like her ever again, and with how she shoots a look up to you, that signature mischievous look in her eye, you know the feeling is mutual. 

She takes each spurt like a champ, helping you through your release. Each load makes its way down her throat as the rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck takes over your ears. She takes up every thought in your head, every emotion in your heart; you’re the one forcing your cock down her sinful throat yet she’s the one pulling your strings, as well as those of the two sultry vixens on either side of you. She winks a dangerous wink, and Yujin takes your lips with hers, with Wonyoung following with a trail of kisses along the vein in your neck. 

Once it’s all over and your orgasm dies down, Yuri returns you your peace: she pulls herself off without much issue, though she reaches for a nearby water to help everything down. Her smile never leaves her, and she watches for just a second how her dongsaengs shower you with her secondhand love.

“Alright, leave him alone. We gotta go,” she commands one last time, and Yujin practically tears herself off your face without so much as a hint of regret. Wonyoung is slower to detach, missing the way you twitched against her lips, all the while building excitement for what’s to come. 

“See you later, Oppa,” Wonyoung waves as she makes her way over to the door. She eyes Yujin still face to face with you, and Yujin comes back in for the last bit of tongue she can steal before joining Wonyoung at the door. “I hope you saved some for us, Oppa,” she taunts, and Yuri hands her her lipstick. The two leave together as if nothing happened in the green room, and if you really think about it, did anything happen in the green room?

Yuri finally comes over to you and sits on your lap, taking care not to stimulate you any further than she needs to. “You held out for ten minutes–” “An hour,” you interject, and she giggles as if it absolves her of not holding up her end of the deal. 

“For an hour, but you know I love you, right? And don’t tell me it wasn’t good.” Yuri wraps her arms around your neck and leans on your shoulder, taking comfort as if taking her time and taking your cum wasn’t enough. “And, let’s see��� You guessed right. How did you know?”

“I… didn’t? How could I know? Besides, you would’ve cheated and told me I was wrong anyway.”

“Mm, sure, whatever you say,” she says as she plants a loving kiss on your cheek. 

“Wait… was I right?”

The same muffled voice from outside interrupts again, “Miss Jo, please come to the main area now, we can’t afford to wait any longer.” She shoots you a playful look, “I’ll tell you everything later, Oppa, I promise.” She hops off your lap and leaves for the stage as well, and you’re left with nothing but makeshift rags, an empty green room, and a promise for the foursome of a lifetime.

~~~

[cod-dump]

If they were in a university setting, what do you think the characters would be studying?

Soap definitely being a chemistry major, maybe also having a particular interest in astronomy. Physically a meathead but in mind and soul he's a nerd. Has glow in the dark plastic stars and planets on his walls and ceilings along with pictures of galaxies. Cried when the first picture of a black hole was taken. "SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL."

Price is a history major, specializes in wars and military. Was the kid that knew all the "fun facts" about WWI and WWII. He enjoys the unknown details of them. "Did you know in-" is the sign you should leave the room. Has too many history books in his room, and yes he's read them all and then some.

Gaz being a psychology major. Obsessed with thrillers and suspense films, analyzes people in real life (but only in private with his friends). He's interested in having a career in law enforcement and criminal psychology. Is very good at reading people when he isn't trying. Unofficial therapist in his friend group.

Ghost is a literature major. Good with his words (when he wants to be) and is considered a brilliant mind when he tries. Spends his spare time working out and in the library. Claims to not have a favorite author but does have a favorite genre: Romantic Dramas. He isn't shameful about it, he's openly proud of being a romantic at heart. Never mind his favorite story elements being murder and kidnapping.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Nonsense

Written for the prompt "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Draco took another sip of his drink, letting it fizzle in his mouth and burn on its way down his throat. He steadfastly ignored the way his heart thud, thudded in his chest whenever Potter glanced up at him, the corner of his mouth ticking up as gave him a hot once-over.

The flush crept all the way up his neck and spread over his cheeks, his whole body felt too warm, tummy swooping and tingling, like he was a bloody teenager. He took another drink, trying to stay relaxed.

Pansy was talking, something about her latest flame, but he could barely keep up, hoping that his occasional nods and hums were sufficient.

And she didn't seem to notice until Potter stood up and walked past them, nodding at Draco and grinning at him, tilting his head down like he was a little shy and Draco's heart jumped into his throat as he attempted to smile back.

"Parkinson," he greeted, "Draco," he added, voice soft and warm like he'd cast a spell that tied Draco's intestines around each other.

"Hey," he breathed, shook his head. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Potter."

Potter's grin widened and it looked for a moment like he would say something more, but then he just nodded and kept on his way to the loo.

"Well," Pansy said with a sigh, sounding unbearably bored, "go on then."

"Pardon me?"

"Go on," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I know you've been watching him all night. It seems like he finally made his move and it's time for you to make yours."

He sniffed and took another sip of his drink, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. You've no idea what I'm talking about because you've been too busy staring at Potter to listen to the words coming out of my mouth for the past hour."

And he wanted to protest, he really did, but they both knew that he had no leg to stand on. "Fine," he said, knocking back the last of his drink. "I will."

"Finally," she muttered but he didn't even dignify that with a response. He marched to the loo and opened the door, "Listen, Potter," he started, louder than he might have if he'd realized that Potter was standing at the sink, washing his hands and not in one of the stalls. "Oh."

Potter looked up at him, eyes fucking twinkling behind his glasses and Draco wanted to punch something, wanted to throw up, or bang his head against the wall, or... something. Watching Potter remain so bloody attractive while Draco fell apart was entirely infuriating. "I'm listening," Potter said, grinning even more broadly.

And Draco did the only thing that he could think to do with his tongue so tied, he lunged forward and grabbed Potter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him in to kiss him.

The water on Potter's hands soaked through Draco's shirt, but it was the furthest thing from his mind as Potter's mouth opened against his and he spun them, pressing Draco back against the sink.

His hands gripped Potter's shirt harder, pulling him in as he sank deeper into the kiss.

The other man smiled, his lips turning up at the corners and making the kiss a little awkward, but in a sweet way that Draco couldn't help but enjoy. "What?" he asked, still attempting to kiss Potter but wanting to understand that infernal grin.

"I like you," Potter said with a little shrug before he kissed Draco a little more. "I enjoy you."

"You drive me mental," Draco replied, in spite of the way that his stomach did back flips at the other man's words.

"Yeah?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yes," he grunted, all petulance and delight mixed up together. "You get my words all twisted together, you turn me into this daft idiot who can't get his head on straight."

Potter snorted, "Very convenient, seeing as I do my best not to fall for straight men."

He rolled his eyes and shoved Potter's shoulder before drawing him in closer and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Be mine?" Potter asked. "Not just sleeping in my bed or hooking up in loos," he clarified, "actually, properly mine?"

"Is that what you actually want?" Draco asked, thinking that outcome was certainly too good to be true. "With me?"

Potter chuckled and bumped Draco's cheek with his nose, "I don't see anyone else standing in this loo with me."

He blinked, pushed back the insecurity that he felt rising in his chest, nodded once and decided to let himself have what he wanted. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'd like that."

"Alright, then."

Harry nodded. "Alright."

[1-800-be-my-baby]

sub!jj cumming hands free from praise :((

p!link | when i saw this ask i immediately thought of this video

cw: sub!jj x dom!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight mommy kink

you didn't often take control during sex, but when you did, jj loved it.

your hips grind against jj's mouth, a mixture of spit and your arousal dripping down his chin.

"fuck just like that. that feels so good. you're doing such a good job for me baby." moans and whimpers come from the boy beneath you. He's desperately bucking his hips up in the hair, desperate for friction.

"taste s'good" he's groaning against your pussy, as if eating you out was giving him just as much pleasure as it was giving you.

you snake your hand through his hair, lightly yanking, placing him in a better position to ride his face. your hips begin to burn as you near your climax.

"m'gonna cum" you let out a loud cry, your legs shaking as you clench your thighs around his head. he drinks every last bit of your release, licking you completely clean before you climb off of him.

"you're such a good boy. did so well for me." he doesn't meet your gaze, instead he's looking down at his boxers, now completely sticky.

"awe baby, did you cum from eating mommy out?"

"mhm, you just taste so good i couldn't help it" his face is red with embarrassment.

"its okay, let me clean you up, yeah?" he nods his head as you places kisses down his stomach before licking up the mess he made.

"i think my baby deserves a reward for being so good. don't you?

[bleach-your-panties]

#3 of the six sexy word prompts with Amajiki, please?

Only because you said please- 🫢

Minors, go away. Only click 'keep reading' if you consent to reading some nasty, freaky shit.

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“Keep looking, Tama. Please baby, look at how pretty you look.”

You breathed hot puffs of air against Tamaki’s already sweaty neck. 

The shy hero whined against your neck, still absolutely refusing to look into the mirror situated right in front of your shared bed.

Tamaki couldn't bear to look lest he make a complete fool of himself and shoot off inside of you just at the image of you squatting over his dick.

“I can't…I can't, bunny, please…ahh!”

You grabbed a handful of his dark, indigo hair and jerked his head up. With the same hand, you laid a quick slap across his cheek before pressing your lips to it.

“I said to look, Tamaki.”

Shakily, deep midnight blue eyes  flickered up to the mirror and you could feel Tamaki’s dick pulsate inside of you.

“See how good you look filling me up, baby? I love you so much, Tamaki.”

With a soft moan, he sighed and brought his strong arms around your waist to get a better hold to bounce you up and down on him.

“Oh fuck, Tama, right there!” You gripped his left bicep but he tossed your arm off.

A surprised squeak escaped your lips, not expecting for Tamaki to suddenly  grab you behind the neck and manhandle you over the edge of the bed.

You heard some wet, squishy sounds before feeling several slimy, muscular appendages tighten around your waist and hoist you up onto your knees.

Cheeks lit aflame with embarrassment, you tried to hold your head down but four pale fingers and a thumb gripped your jaw.

“Now, now, that’s not fair, bunny…you said to look, remember?”

You did as your lover asked and brought your own e/c eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Good girl. Now stay still while I wreck all of your little bratty holes…” 

A scream echoed around the room as Tamaki transformed both his fingers and tongue into multiple, slithering, maroon tendrils.

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ʳ��ᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[whoskimii]

ugh i love ur acc it’s so cute !! i love the dynamic of reader being a first year student with yuuji megumi and nobara 🙈 esp with gojo-sensei. maybe a little drabble abt reader having a rough day (love me some family issues) and the whole group noticing and helping them out 😢 they’re all so cute i wanna bite them

thank you for the compliment sweetheart!! here's a lil' drabble for you <3

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > the lil' group x you. comfort - platonic!! toxic family ⋋_⋌ tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

your family liked giving you hard times. it's like they enjoyed it. you firmly believed that they loved seeing you so stressed and overstimulated.

"everything's fine, cupcake ?" gojo asked. "i was about to ask !" yuuji remarked. sheepishly, you lifted your head. "oh, i'm fine..." nobara suddenly appeared behind you. "even a blind man could see that you're not okay." megumi just watched, hands in his pockets. "you don't seem fine."

your shoulders slumped. "it's... my family. they keep giving me hard times."

"huh ?" gojo and yuuji frowned at the same time. nobara clicked her tongue. "they're assholes. they don't deserve you." megumi shrugged. "they shouldn't ruin your day."

gojo placed his hands on your shoulders from behind. "c'mon, let's clear your mind a little, yeah ?" yuuji beamed happily. "guys, i know ! there's this latest movie with jennifer lawrence, let's watch it !"

you just loved them.

i know it's only supposed to be a lil' drabble but i wanted to go sooo overboard lmaoo :) hope you like it baby!!

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[fbfh]

you know what I'm thinking about?? beck oliver. yeah the one from victorious first of all FUCK YOU dan schneider and I'm specifically thinking about this clip from the episode where they try to make a reality show about their high school 0:31

I really hate that beck is one of those characters like lucas friar and tristin dugray where we simply do not get more clarity on them as a person. one of the few times we get to see beck really open up and talk about WHY he's so passionate about acting and it's immediately cut off and overshadowed by how he looks. dare I say he has elle woods syndrome. "beck and jade are toxic" "beck should date cat" "beck and robbie fuck" yeah yeah you know what he REALLY NEEDS????? he needs someone that does not give a single fuck about how he looks. he needs someone who prioritizes HIM instead of his hair. yes he's pretty and he has nice hair but those are all sprinkles. he needs somone who cares about the rest of the cupcake, not just the decorations. I think the reason he thinks he likes angry girls who yell and fight with him all the time is because when he and jade fight she's yelling at him about anything other than his hair. he needs a break from constantly being objectified is my point. you know what would be great?? beck dating a screenwriter. someone who works on the scripts for the hollywood arts shows they put on. someone who hunts him down in the halls looking like they rolled out of a dumpster with sikowitz and reeks of coffee because they've been up for 36 hours to meet their deadline and finish their homework.

you are just that. you do other stuff at hollywood arts too, but there's really not a lot of script writers there, so you've found a way to pretty much corner the market and it looks FANTASTIC on your student transcript, plus you get extra credit for it, which is even better. you're wearing a hoodie that looks like you slept in it for two days (true if you had slept at all) and you're not aware of the two or three empty jet brew cups shoved into your hoodie pocket, plus the extra one you're carrying that you're almost done with.

"Beck!"

you manage to startle him a little which is surprising because he is totally unscareable. he doesn't think you've ever exchanged two words before now, he doesn't even know if he knows your name.

"I need to talk to you," you pant, a little delerious from caffeine and sleep depravation and excitement. "I finished the script for the next play-"

Beck didn't realize that a student was writing any of the shows they put on, he thought they were all lisenced or from local writers.

"It's a dystopian retelling of frankenstein with- with cyberpunk influences," you ramble, "and I need to know if you're okay playing the lead." you pant, still trying to catch your breath and not lose your train of thought.

"some pretty fucked up stuff happens and you'd have to quickly lose your morals and go from morally gray to kind of antagonistic pretty quickly..." you look up at him and hand him a script full of sticky flags. "I wanna make sure there's nothing that'll make you too uncomfortable... like I said it gets pretty fucked up, but I wrote it with you in mind for the doctor, so- just, let me know what you think."

before he can answer, you trudge into the janitor's closet and fall asleep on top of a pile of paper towels.

Beck takes the script home to look over, and he's genuinely surprised for a number of reasons. he expected to be typecast as the love interest yet again, but you want him as the antagonistic lead. it's a really complex role, and has absolutley nothing to do with how he looks. you even left a sticky note in there by accident, and he reads your scribbled handwriting. doc MUST be smwn who fully commits and dgaf if it makes them look bad or silly or unattractive. if they get self consious it ruins the char

underneith are two or three names scribbled out, then his, underlined several times. he is so genuinely shocked by this decision, and absolutely fascenated by your script. he's actually getting really excited to play a role that will challenge him for once.

the next day he meets you with the script tucked under one arm and a coffee in each hand. he hands one to you, and you thank him with a pleasantly surprised smile.

"You seem like you could use it."

"That's putting it mildly..." you mutter in agreement, and he bites back a chuckle when you remove the lid and down half the cup at once. You look at him anxiously after that, and your eyes flit between him and your script. "So... what did you think?"

"I... accept." relief floods through you. "I've already been thinking about my character and going over my lines. But why did you want me for Victor?"

You shrug a little.

"Well, you got the script like, 12 hours ago and you're already developing your portrayal of him, so that's a pretty good reason there," you chuckle, "and I... I hope this doesn't sound mean, but I don't think there are a lot of other people here who could pull off such a complex antagonistic main character."

you state, taking another sip of coffee.

"Everyone here is great, really-" you emphasize, hoping you don't sound like a dick. "I just feel like no one else could really bring the depth to him that you could. He's a horrible person, but I still want the audience to sympathize with him at times, and go wow he's a fucked up asshole at others without making it feel disjointed. I think you're really the only one who has the skills to pull that off."

honestly, if Beck had slightly less self control he would have started wailing and sobbing right then. Instead, he's determined to live up to your expectations and prove to you that your faith in him will pay off. You work pretty closley with production of the show, and with Beck. after closing night, you and Beck are still pretty close, to your pleasant surprise. his friends are a little curious why Beck suddenly is spending all his free time with one of those kids in their class who never talks or says anything, but he seems... happy. he did in fact fall first, and he definitely fell harder. he falls even more when months pass and he realizes you are still too adorably oblivious to realize how he feels.

[taintandviolent]

Jimmy Darling pleaseeeeeeee I swear he lives in my head rent free

so valid, babe. he owns my heart.

Song: Let's Groove -- Earth, Wind & Fire (lowkey more of a kit song but it's fine, we'll work with it)

It was the first time you'd completeed an opening show as a paid 'sideshow freak', and coincidentally, it was the first time you'd felt such a high of serotonin.

With the chairs and benches cleared off to the side, the main tent was filled with your friends, your family. You'd been oddly double-jointed for most of your life, and until you met Elsa, you'd never considered it to be a gift. Elsa's Cabinet of Curiosities gained a cortonist with sparkling eyes and red lips, and the crowds (mostly men) flocked to see you fold yourself in half.

Anyway, the first show had gone swimmingly. Nearly everyone had come to congratulate you. Even Pepper had come over and clung your cotton skirt, nuzzling it into it. Although she couldn't speak like the rest of them, she understood things very well. You bent down, and cupped her face, giving her a slow, appreciative blink before she toddled off.

There was one person who hadn't talked to you yet.

Jimmy Darling, who had been the nicest to you out of all of them in those first days of rehearsal, swayed his hips back and forth, as he made his rounds. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flood with adoration. He was so cute, and so friendly. While everyone else danced and mingled arond the table, you were still shy and had found a comfy place leaning against one of the support posts. So far, you'd spent the evening nursing a single drink; something that Desiree had made you.

"Hey sweetheart.... what's wrong? You dunno' how to groove?" His warm voice startled you from behind. "C'moooon.... dance with me."

He was a little drunk, you could smell the booze on his breath. "No, no... I couldn't, Jimmy. I don't want to..."

"What, look like a freak?" C'mon. Gimme your hand, baby."

[whump-queen]

Silver

tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet

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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.  

“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it. 

Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips. 

Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly. 

Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop. 

He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.

“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly. 

Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up. 

He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue. 

So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.

Water.

He needed water.

This was going to be a long night. 

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"Do I look okay?" Minjeong snags your attention away from your phone to show you a cute white outfit. She twirls around, showing you her back and sides, and ends with a little hop as she gets to face you again.

"You look cute, baby," you sigh dreamily, getting up and taking her hands in yours, "simply adorable." Your lips meet an exposed spot on her forehead, and she giggles when your kiss lingers on for the few seconds she still has you.

She pulls your hands behind her, and they end up on her ass; you know by now that this isn't just her being cute anymore, but an open invitation, a request even, for you to squeeze her cheeks the way she likes.

So you give in, even going so far as to slip under the garter of her shorts to palm her ass through her panties. She comes in closer, places her arms on your shoulders, and buries her face in your chest as she lets out a satisfied sigh.

"You're always so good to me, master," she whispers in that classic singsong voice she could never hide or control. Pull her up ever so slightly, take her lips on yours in the most delicate way, push her buttons just right to make her realize what she really wants.

Her tongue swirls around yours as moans start to spill from her needy mouth. A light push from below signals to you that she's getting on her tiptoes to meet you better, a cursory attempt to lift her foot off the ground lets you know what exactly she's going for.

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"Please...Cho, baby. Let up for just a second. I have a crick in my neck-!"

You begged Choso while looking at him over your shoulder.

His heavy thighs slammed against your ass while one hand held both your hands behind your back and the other wrapped around your throat.

The cold, stainless steel of his rings dug into the flesh of your neck while he just stared down into your eyes with his cold brown ones.

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He punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust that made his heavy balls smack against your clit.

"Ah, Cho.. I'm sorry, baby! Just please, I-!"

Removing his hand from your throat, he grabbed ahold of your hair and forced your head back down to where he'd wanted it in the first place.

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week. Understand?"

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His hand is around your throat. It’s just enough pressure to cut off your oxygen slightly, making your brain go fuzzy. Jonathan Crane’s hot breath is in your ear, his voice ragged and broken with soft grunts as he thrusts into you from behind.

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“No,” you whisper. You’re anything but.

His thrusts still. You hear his lab coat rustle behind you as he reaches into his pocket. A moment later, a syringe of orange glowing liquid is suddenly in your face.

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"You sure do have a lot of boxes Kento," you comment as you help him unpack his stuff. Moving in together was one thing, getting all your stuff set up entirely another.

"I do tend to be a bit of a pack rat," he admits as he hangs away his shirts. "Just have a hard time deciding what to let go of."

You start to attack another box which was unlabeled and your eyes grow wide, joy filling your soul as you pick up an old photo album and open it.

It's obviously a baby album, and you bite your lip to hold back a delighted squeal as you see little baby Nanami, round cheeked, with a messy tuft of blonde hair waving a rattle at the camera.

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Another one of him with nothing on except a diaper, flipped on his stomach, and you can't stop the giggle that escapes your lips. What a sweet little baby he had been.

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All you can do is grin bashfully back at him.

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You huff and shift your hips but Leon just shoves his way in between them to bury his face against your panties.

“What’re you—“ a sharp gasp cuts you off as Leon licks your cunt through your underwear.

“Smell good,” his gruff voice sends chills down your arms.

His tongue laps at your pussy until the gusset of your panties stick to your puffy lips making Leon nose them to the side so he can lap at the slick dripping from your hole.

“Leon!” You whimper, legs splaying open and hands tangling in his hair.

You grip the soft strands at the base of his ears as he laps and sucks at your sensitive pussy, tongue fluttering inside your clenching heat before kissing the hood of your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud before lathing his broad rough tongue across it, making your hips jump.

He settles down further, burying his face against your soaked cunt as he slowly eats you out, taking his time to enjoy your taste.