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shattered-catalyst · 4 years

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OCD Subtypes for the RPC

Part 1 is here

Well well well, we are back for Part 2 of the Roleplayer’s Guide to OCD.

Fellow Ocd Folks, I see you in those tags and I'm going to do my best to ensure those obsessions are represented here- BUT understand that physically it is not going to be possible to list every single one because I am one person. Regardless its incredibly brave of you all to rb and add things in the tags, I know its hard to talk about this shit and I see you. I see you.

Resultantly I typed this out and posted it in formatting to assist with accessibility in mind; if you cannot read it still ( I tried Im sorry!) i recommend the copy and paste method or getting the chrome extension bee-line reader.

There will be grammatical and spelling mistakes. Im sure spacing is odd some places, but you have to understand doing this is extremely anxiety provoking for me so Im just getting it done when I can.

Remember to use your critical thinking; not everyone has the same symptoms/compulsions/triggers and all that.

OCD is fluid. Its like liquid mercury. One day its a handful of subtypes another day its another different serving.

If you are in general squicked about certain topics even by mention read ahead with your own judgement. Remember us folks that have OCD have many disturbing and distressing experiences so if you are writing a character who has OCD and you can’t read about it just don’t give them that obsessive thought/ compulsion. Make sure writing is still a safe and enjoyable hobby for yourself first and foremost.

But ethically and morally I cannot and will not leave out the more disturbing bits. You have the ability to scroll by, I and many others do not get the chance to escape triggering content that our own mind creates.

So read ahead with your best judgement or at least skip around the squicky parts and educate yourself on what OCD is so people quite using it as a Obsessive Christmas/Corgi/Cat Disorder thing. Alright? Cool beans.

Okay so you made it passed post 1 and got under the read more. Give yourself a gold star for diving into this monster of a document.

Below is a crash course it is not meant to replace actual psychoeducation, personal research, or google. Honestly most of us do our research extensively but because OCD is treated so horribly by social media, media, and society in general.

I wasn’t sure where to throw these together because the education tools to learn fully about OCD are very specialized and thus very restricted. I found that many people DO have these experiences with OCD though so I will represent them throughout. I’ll also sprinkle some of my own experiences so you can get a good reference of a person who has the disorder and not just a randomly generated person.

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So OCD is made up of Obsessions, Trigger, Intrusive thought, Misinterpretation/feared consequence,Somatic and Psychological Anxiety, and Compulsions/Rituals.

Your character may not be able to list all of these. In fact if they aren't in ERP therapy they may not be able to puzzle these things out. But YOU as the writer should know them. Your character won’t be walking around talking to just ANYONE that they have OCD. Remember a huge aspect of OCD is it’s Shame. The disorder makes us feel intense shame regarding our intrusive thoughts, as a result OCD goes undiagnosed for years especially if it has pediatric onset.

We won’t tell anyone what we are experiencing or why we are doing x y or z. We act like nothing is wrong because to emotionally react is to admit to yourself- and therefore the world- that you have had this intrusive thought and are therefore by virtue a horrible person.[For further information I would suggest also researching PANDAS].

It may be noticeable if your character has an intrusive thought. They may wince or grimace or roll their eyes certainly, but they won’t open up to Joe at the cafe about how their brain is constantly torturing them. I apparently have a very noticeable eye twitch.

Depending on the nature of the intrusive thought it will get more or less of a reaction out of me. Its usually dependent on how distressing the intrusive thought is and/or if its a new one.

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You see OCD doesn’t sit still. It never looks the same. You’ll have your long haul intrusive thoughts that are with you for years but then you’ll have weird ass ones that just appear and demand their voice be heard yelling about cars hitting people or squirrels getting eaten.

Some people have similar ones! So while everyone is different there will always be someone out there with an intrusive thought similar to yours.

For instance; I bonded emotionally with a lady on reddit because we both have intrusive thoughts during storms that animals and the homeless are dying. We were both horribly relieved to find another person and also distressed that every snow or rain storm brings horrible images and whispers to your mind that while you are warm and snug in bed someone is freezing to death. And its all your fault.

Some days are better than others. As with all mental illnesses it isn’t CONSTANT ALARM BELLS. Some days it will be all alarms and other days it will be like a gentle whisper on the breeze. You can almost not notice it. Almost.

Obsessive thoughts run the gauntlet from ‘i will/could have/may/may accidentally harm etc’ something that you hold of value. This is any obsessive thought that you have: you think about repeatedly and not by choice, it is very anxiety provoking, it is unwanted, and unwelcome.

Mine run the scale from ‘squirrel will be murdered’ to ‘being responsible for harm’.

Compulsions or ‘rituals’ are any behavior done to alleviate the anxiety from the intrusive thought and trigger object. In short, compulsions and rituals are not fun. they are absolutely not logical, and we know they are not logical but we are forced to do them. Thats why its a disorder.

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To emphasize from post 1: magical thinking and the faulty link between thoughts and actions are hallmarks of OCD. Magical thinking can be anything from contamination to if I turn around three times or stare really hard at something the bad thing wont happen. Sounds weird and is weird and we know it is thats why its a disorder and not a delusion.

The faulty belief that thought=action is the biggest hurdle it is incredibly difficult to grasp, at least for me maybe some of you that have done further ERP can attest, that the mere concept of a thought not being the same as an action is completely and totally mind blowing.

Free will? Yeah thats terrifying. IDK about anyone else but free will is absolutely terrifying; what do you mean i could do anything i wanted?

Thats how you face OCD(WITH A TRAINED THERAPIST). You give in to ambiguity and the unknown. Its breaking that link between thought and action. Its incredibly difficult and draining. A five minute exposure leaves me in shatters for a week and two five minute ones had me ripping my nails past the nail beds with anxiety.

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Just a reminder: Do not have your character expose themself or expose folks with OCD to a trigger to “ help us get over with”. That is literally forcing someone with a mental illness into a break down and is not helpful. In fact its worse because a person knows about this intrusive thought and they tried to make it real. More shame and some trauma.

If you have OCD, more likely than not a family member or significant other has tried this with the purest of intentions. But it never works like that. Theres a reason that therapists get special training for this. If people want a post on ERP I can make one at some point.

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Actually let’s drag me with the squirrel thing as the example- fellow OCD Folks get out a pen and paper and try breaking down one of yours;

Obsession:Squirrel will be murdered

Trigger: seeing a squirrel

Intrusive thought: Graphic images of a squirrel being murdered by a hawk/ impaling depending on the day

Misinterpretation/feared consequence: Squirrel will be killed and its all my fault

Somatic and Psychological Anxiety:intense anxiety, palms sweating, heart racing,

Compulsions/Rituals: Must stare at the squirrel to prevent bad things from happening,

Now imagine if that is every time you see a fucking squirrel. You have somehow become completely and totally transfixed on a squirrel and nothing is going to pull your attention away or the squirrel dies- which your mind is giving you lovely images of btw.

Cute right?

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Below are the subtypes with general information/example thoughts/ and how some of these have impacted me socially because apparently some people dont understand that mental illnesses impact their social lives?? yall...

Social: This can range from ‘ i am constantly thinking i did something wrong so i have to ask for reassurance that we are still friends’ to completely unrealistic worries. Maybe its an intrusive thought that ‘ your voice is annoying them’ . There’s reassurance seeking, internal and external checking.

It makes friendships extremely difficult and exhausting. You’re not trying to get to know someone with an annoying frat boy egging on anxiety in your brain. This can also manifest as having strict rules for yourself and ethical codes.

My therapist likes to say she could give us (folks with OCD) a pile of hundred dollar bills and come back and they’d all be returned. Because OCD makes you so strict and morally confined. Which ISNT fun. Like I dont get pleasure over having to memorize the entire Code of Conduct!

Social Media: Its the bane of human existence some days and a lifeline the next. But what if everytime your follower count was an odd/even number it sent you into a panic attack. What if you spent all your time with intrusive thoughts that somehow someone misinterpreted a post or that someone is going to be harmed by a post you made about tapirs.

You may be forced to block people to get your number down or keep pornbots on your blog to keep your number what you like (see there is a use for them! We sacrifice those before actual users!) You may be refreshing your page every second because ‘what if you miss a message’. It's going to look a lot like ‘check check check check reassure yourself double check your posts check check check reassure check check FALSE MEMORY check your post etc’

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Clothing/Body Image: When its not Body Dysmorphia it can be OCD. Sometimes this looks like I obsess about a body part and therefore I choose my clothes/hairstyles to hide those. Some personal examples: as a kid I was sure that mind readers exist ( THIS IS AN OCD THING TOO I was so relieved to find that out) and that if i didnt wear a particular hat they would see all these horrible thoughts and it would be revealed what an awful person I was. So I wore the same dumb ass bucket hat for a year (or more I cannot remember but it was a long ass time).

I was once so fixated on being given a compliment on my eye color that I wore sunglasses (even at night) to a summer camp. And if any of those teen girls in that cabin that stood up and mocked me in a crowded lunch hall by singing ‘i wear my sunglasses at night’ you all owe me 40$.

Even younger still I had intrusive thoughts. Like say, if anyone noticed I was female that i would be kidnapped so I chopped my hair very short. I altered my appearance to be very androgynous and even switched to walking more masculine. Because omg if your hips move someones going to kill you thats just how it works. ( It doesnt help I later figured out I was a lesbian)

Your wardrobe may be impacted by OCD and yes so can your body image.

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Also yes the fear of mind readers is also a thing; i always thought I was somehow faking OCD because yes that is also a…..

Faking: Do you value telling the truth? Do you detest lying ? Boy Howdy do I have some news for you. OCD is going to try and convince you that YOU LIED. Whether it was on a chastity pledge to get a free sandwich or in a conversation you just HAD. This links a lot with false memory OCD.

Another aspect is OCD makes us doubt we have OCD and tries to convince us we have any other diagnosis under the sun and we are obviously faking our OCD.

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Sexual Orientation OCD; It is as it is called. Sexual Orientation OCD is what happens when your brain goes ‘hold on what if you’re not this orientation what if you are THAT’. It doesn’t matter where on the LGBT umbrella you fall you will have OCD trying to convince you otherwise. From compulsive staring at members of the same/opposite gender to compulsively reassuring or checking with yourself to ensure that ‘ no no you are in fact THIS orientation.’

This can range in behavior from binge watching porn, staring compulsively to check that there is OR is NOT attraction,self checking past experiences and memories, analyzing your clothing and your lifestyle in painful and intricate methods.

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False Memory OCD; False memory OCD is basically your brain sitting you in a noir interrogation room, handcuffing you to a chair grilling you. It demands that you did *insert bad thing here*. This can range from anything from something Harm based to pretty much *anything* from other OCD subtypes. Which is quite delightful really.

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Sensorimotor OCD; Sensorimotor OCD is obsessive body responses. These can be ‘ I have to cough really hard and really feel it right in my chest and if I can’t get it right I have to cough until I do’. This can be counting your heartbeats. Trying to check yourself that you in fact have a heart and checking and reassuring that it is still beating. It can be hyper-awareness of swallowing or even swallowing repeatedly. It is anything with selective attention; ie its an automated process but your OCD is forcing you to be aware of it.

Your OCD makes you aware of the sensation of, say, breathing, and then it convinces you that if you stop paying attention to it you will stop breathing. So now you’re horribly aware and focused solely on breathing and breathing alone. It keeps me up most nights with the pounding anxiety fueled by the pressure of ‘if you stop focusing on breathing you will stop breathing completely’ or waiting to feel that last heartbeat in your chest.

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Existential OCD; You ever feel existential ? Existential OCD is like having a very aggressive existential crisis that turns you into NEEDING answers IMMEDIATELY. This can look anything from hours panic scrolling the net to panic inducing anxiety because you don't know what happens after death. The thoughts are like foghorns on a misty sea.

This sounds basic and the only example i can give is as a teeny tiny 7 year old I had a panic attack in bed screaming that ‘ what if im a dinosaur and im asleep and i wake up and my whole family is GONE’.

To be fair I did like dinosaurs a lot.

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Harm OCD; This is pretty self explanatory but I will give more details. Harm OCD is OCD demanding that you will/could/can/may have/might harmed yourself/others/any living creature and that you alone are responsible.

This means anything from getting anxious driving over crosswalks because ‘what if you dont see one and hit someone and its all your fault and you hit someone go back and make sure you havent hit anyone’ to ‘im holding a knife so im going to accidentally stab someone’ to ‘ i didnt see my cat this morning and now im at work and think she must be dead and i am responsible for her demise.’

It can be as simple as ‘if i use a pencil i will stab myself in the eye’ or as complex as ‘ i may accidentally say a slur’/ ‘ i am going to say this horrible thing out loud if i cannot control myself.’ It can also be images of terror or racist/sexist/ableist jokes in your mind that repeat like a broken record.

(Please note from section 1 that this is extremely anxiety provoking and not something you would do. OCD preys on what we respect the most.)

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pOCD; Tumblr listen the fuck up because I am tired of seeing people get called shit on this website for having this mental illness. People who experience pOCD are not pedophiles, they do not get any pleasure or benefit. The thoughts and images are meant to induce harm to the person experiencing them. Children are normally the trigger for this and the resulting images can be very graphic. Again you aren’t attracted to children- thoughts of them getting harmed hurt you so your OCD makes you see them.

Know this so you can advocate for folks with pOCD in real life. Remember we are here. We are suffering and we are terrified of your children.

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Poisoning others/or in your food; Life isn’t medieval anymore but sometimes OCD demands we have a food taster or that we obsessively worry that we may kill someone with our cooking. Personally I struggle with colorblindness so I am constantly fretful over cooking any sort of meat so it’s difficult for me to cook it.

However this also comes as; obsessive horrible thoughts of your cooking kill someone or that you have somehow/accidentally poisoned someone’s food (even if you haven’t touched it or been within a foot of it ) or that someone has poisoned YOUR food even if no one has touched it except you. You’re going to be picking apart your food or unable to eat out at all.

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Emotional Contamination: It’s similar to magical thinking and this terrifying prospect of mind readers. Emotional contamination can manifest as anything from intense worry over somehow gaining someone else’s negative personality traits.

Or that somehow by interacting with any role of someone horrible will make YOU somehow also responsible for the horribleness. There is usually a person or a type of person that is a trigger, but it can also be location based.

This is one subtype where magical thinking and superstition are apparent.

For instance; as a teen if a male was in my space or had physical contact;like shaking hands,giving a high five, being in my room etc. I would have to go around and physically touch all the objects that I perceive they may have also touched as a way to cancel out their presence.

This includes wiping off myself to negate even the touch of family members. It really hurts peoples feelings, my father was especially hurt by this.

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Physical Contamination: This goes beyond physical dirt and grime. Most of us dont have spotless homes because if you’re having a fist fight with your brain everyday cleaning falls by the wayside just like it would for anyone else. Physical contamination holds 2 things: physical contamination obsessions AND compulsive cleaning behaviors/rituals. We believe that a small amount of a contaminate can cover large surfaces.

Oh, and did I mention its not JUST dirt/germs/viruses. The list is expansive but heres a mixed bag of what they can be: sticky substances,dead animals,glitter (FUCKING GLITTER),negative words or language,colors, numbers, surfaces in general, food, people, and activities. There is also a hyper responsibility to protect yourself and others from ‘contamination’.

Strangely there is a magical separation between the contaminated world and the ‘clean’ one. Spaces designated as clean would be a bedroom/bathroom/workspace where you are most active. That space is where the compulsions and intrusive thoughts occur. Its not I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME. Otherwise I would be working cleaning houses because why the hell not amiright?

A real world example from a colleague would be a young man with physical contamination OCD is struck with such intrusive thoughts about cleaning that they refuse to allow anyone in their room or any animals in their home. But they are not able to even flush the toilet, take out the trash, wash dishes, or do garbage because of their intrusive thoughts.

The most famous would be compulsive hand washing but I feel it is important to also note OTHER aspects of physical contamination because everyone sees the hand scrubbing stereotype.

Other compulsions include intricate rituals, not touching the floor (i played X-treme the floor is lava during college. I couldnt let my feet touch the floor because it was ‘dirty’),excessive showering (2-8+ hour showers guys, 8 hour showers. Thats what we’re talking about.)

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Relationship OCD: This comes as no surprise that yes you will have intrusive thoughts that you are somehow harming/ will harm/ may accidentally harm your significant other. Whether that be by physical or emotional means. It can look like �� I may have lied to her about how much I love her’, ‘ i may not actually love her and I may be leading her on’, and ‘ I must be corrupting her’. These can extend to certain physical activities with false memory OCD as a cherry on top. A great finishing garnish to leave you feeling absolutely dismayed and unable to trust your own perception.

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Scrupulosity: Religion! Whatever that may be! Its a thing with OCD. With Scrupulosity obsessive thoughts run all over the board from; you committed a sin and forgot about it you monster to having to pray continuously/ a certain time/ until its right. What is right?Ask OCD that’s the only person who knows.

We are fairly certain my grandfather had OCD because he went to church for every single Catholic Mass. Every single day. Every. Single. Day. That’s not a healthy amount of attendance(I'm calling you out posthumously because I care Robert!). This can also look like: praying a certain amount of times. Praying until you do it ‘right’. Confessing every single potential sin. Cataloguing and dwelling over ‘sinful’ things.

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Symmetry or Just Right OCD: Symmetry OCD is the runner up for ‘most likely recognized on tv shows’ award.

Symmetry OCD convinces you that if *insert thing here* isnt symmetrical or ‘just right’ (a magical position or number of objects that makes 0 logical sense) that something bad will happen.

This can range from the known; rearranging things. But it also looks like buying more objects until you reach the right amount and even throwing out objects if theres ‘too many’.

It can range from ‘the walls are percievably not straight so now i avoid that room at all costs otherwise i will be trapped traveling the edges of the wall with my eyes otherwise it will fall in and murder us ALL.’ to ‘ this historical bust is one inch off to the left and now all i see is visions of it breaking against the ground.’

So that is what I have time for. 9 pages on subtypes and basic information. If you find yourself wanting me information all of this is easily accessible online. So go, be free and dont ever compare people to Monk again. Write Batman and Scott Summers with OCD. Give us ACTUAL representation and not throw away joke lines. We are here. Our suffering isnt funny. We deserve representation too.

#OCD #writing help #OCD resources.#*drops 10 pages onto your dash* whoops

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estellestarlightevergarden · 4 years

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Run Away Bride

Title: Run Away Bride

Pairing: Joker x Fem! Reader

Fandom: Black Butler-Book of Circus

Genre: Fluff! Implied smut at the end!

Masterlist

Series: N/A

Part 1 Only

Summary:

Joker and Reader are dating. When their father gets involved in an arranged marriage. Both parties are upset.

Notes: I had a hard time coming up with this.. so I had lost so many brain cells writing this..

Please be clear when requesting!

~Admin Estelle⭐

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"Has anyone seen Y/n?"

Everyone had shaken their heads at the Orange haired males sudden question.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Doll asked worriedly. Joker chuckled and shook his head.

"Father wants to see er' and is askin' so if any of ee' finds er' please let me know" He mumbled low enough for only the first stringers to hear.

He then smiled.

"Anywho! Let's get ready for the show now aye?" He chirped.

I was in the practice tent. Using my silk climbing up the soft fabric. Steadying myself.

"Y/n! Joker needs to see you!" Dagger called out.

I froze and sighed.

I loosened the tight end that held me up. I quickly descended from the silk, and stopped before I had fallen.

"Alright Alright I'll go see him" I giggled.

Giving the silk a tug. The knot had come undone thanks to a lower ranked stringer.

"I'm serious Y/n.. He needs to see you.." He whispered.

I smiled and nodded.

"I'll go I'll be back soon!" I smiled wrapping the silk around my shoulders.

Walking out of the practice tent, I had begun my way towards the ring leaders tent.

I cleared my throat gently.

"Joker? You needed to see me?" I chirped. Not wanting to draw any suspicion towards my actions or tone.

The flaps of his tent opened and he greeted me with a smile.

"Yes I did come in darlin!~" he chuckled motioning to come inside.

I swiftly entered the tent and sat on his bed. Waiting for him to speak.

Looking in his direction, he was ordering Peter and Jumbo not to disturb the meeting we were to have.

He closed the flap and turned towards me. Running a hand through his hair sighing.

"Darlin'... Father wants to see you..tonight.. ee' said it was somethin' important.." He began.

I looked away from his eyes, and to the ground.

Hearing his movements, he was now crouching. Cupping my cheeks, with a soft gaze.

I refused to look into his eyes.

"Darlin'.. why is he asking for you so much? Please I need to know..." He whispered.

Looking into his amethyst colored eyes, with my now glassy ones. Tears threatening to spill.

"Joker...You know I cant.." I whispered biting my lip.

His gaze was now sad. His thumb caressing my cheek.

"Please Darlin'.. I love ee's and hate seeing ee' cry.." He mumbled.

Tears began to flow.

I couldn't tell him no matter what..

"Joker.."

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll continue to care for the others alright? Please" I whispered looking into his eyes once again. My tears clouding my vision.

"I will.."

"Thank you.." I hiccuped.

Pressing our foreheads in this momentary bliss. That was soon temporary.

"Y/n! Sweetheart! Your here! Joker! My boy! I've missed you!" Father Cheered greeting us.

"Hello again father!" I chirped pulling on my facade to please him.

"Hello Father.." Joker Smiled.

We were ushered into the dining hall. There sitting was a man around my age with his Butler.

"Joker be a good boy and fetch us the finest wine!" Father Laughed.

Joker simply nodded, bowing before he had left.

"Now.. Sweetheart This is Lord Greyvoice he has kindly asked for your hand!" He smiled.

I froze.

I looked at the man. From his suit, hair, everything about the man.

It screamed Control.

"Pleasure to meet you Lord Greyvoice" I smiled giving a curtsey.

The man smiled standing to bow.

"Likewise" He chuckled.

The laughter from both males had died down. I looked at the table in shame.

I was seated in this man's lap. Whom I had never known.

Suddenly the door had opened and there was Joker.

"Joker! My boy! We have excellent news! Y/n is getting married!" Father exclaimed in excitement.

I looked up with sad eyes at him.

His eyes locked onto mine. Emotions swirled in his eyes. Mainly Sadness.

"Oh.. Congratulations Y/n.." He mumbled.

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Father? May I spend my last day with Joker? Before I leave for Lord Greyvoice's Manor?" I requested.

Hopefulness gleaming in my eyes. Father paused for a minute and nodded.

"I will allow it but, please return her Joker!" He laughed.

The dinner had continued conversations going back and forth between Lord Greyvoice and Father.

"Joker.. I don't want to get married" I cried into his jacket.

His arms wrapped around me tightly. Soft sobs left me as he comforted me.

"I know Darlin' but why didn't you tell me?" He whispered.

My cries had slowly stopped. I looked up at him my eyes now red.

"I wanted to but, That man said if I had said anything then he would hurt you and the others..father had no choice.." I whispered.

"Well at least we get to spend our last day together" he chuckled attempting to lighten the mood.

I smiled at his attempt. He smiled and pressed our foreheads together. We let a smile graze our lips.

My hands cupping his cheeks. His hands on my waist. Our lips getting closer and closer. Soon closing the gap.

Our lips connected. It felt like fireworks. His tounge gently swiping across my bottom. I allowed his tounge to enter my mouth.

The feeling of his pink muscle touching every bit of my mouth. Gently lifting my own tounge to battle his.

My hands letting go of his cheeks and now in his soft orange hair that had been left down.

Our bodies pressed closer together than ever.

Open mouthes kisses sounds bounced off the fabric of the tents.

Sooner than later the kiss turned into something more.

Panting and looking at my ginger lover. Tracing circles onto his chest gently with my index finger. My legs shaking violently. It was my first time, and I had given myself to him.

"Joker?.." I blushed looking at him with a smile. He turned to face me with his cute smile.

"Hm?.." He hummed in response.

"I love you.. more than you will ever know and I'll never stop" I Smiled at him pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away. He had a love struck smile on his face.

"Darlin' I love you too dont ee' forget about it" he chuckled now hovering above my naked body with his.

Only to press another kiss to my lips, trailing down to my neck.

Letting out a soft giggle at his actions. The shakiness of my legs had soon stopped.

"Hey Joker! I think one of the- Agh! I'm so sorry I'll be back at another time!!" Dagger Screeched running out of the tent.

The air thick in the sudden awkwardness.

We were covered under his sheets, only Jokers bare back exposed.

We looked into eachothers eyes and laughed.

This was amazing..

Even if were to last for a few moments..

Today was the day I would leave for Lord Greyvoice's manor. My arms around Joker's waist tightened.

I didn't want to be wed off for entertainment.

The ride towards father's house was silent and grim.

It was Unbearable.

"There is the lady of the hour!" Father had chirped.

I plastered on a happy facade and dismounted the horse. Joker as always helping me down from the large height.

I smiled sadly at Joker giving him one last hug before, being off with the man I was soon to marry.

"Stay safe and I'll come fetch you.. I promise you Y/n.." he whispered before letting go of me.

I looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Y/n! It's time to go on my doll!" Father Impatiently called out. Ruining the sweet moment between Joker and I.

We had let go of eachother and I was whisked away somewhere unknown to me.

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I had hated the moment I had stepped into the carriage.

The lord had began to make small advances which I had quickly shut down.

When I refused to go along with his act, he would send glares my way.

I only sighed.

I wished and hoped that someone would save me. Months had passed by and, The wedding was three days away.

Sitting by the window as usual. I looked to the sky where it was now growing gloomy.

Lord Greyvoice had no interest in me, of what I liked, What my hobbies were or anything in general.

He was only interested in my looks.

I was nothing more than a trophy sitting on a shelf.

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I froze upon hearing his words.

"My l-lord.. I am to do what?" I stuttered completely baffled by his words.

His eyes narrowed at me from across the table. Running a hand through his thick hair.

"You are to visit your family to tell them of the wedding next week.." he spoke sternly.

I smiled after months of living with him. My happiness practically bouncing off the walls.

"Thank you!" I chirped at his words.

He only chuckled and nodded.

Maybe he does have a heart..

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled as I neared the circus.

I missed this place.. after all.

I still loved Joker. Regardless of what anyone else had thought.

It was early in the morning. The air crisp, and the grass crunched under my feet.

As I walked towards the circus grounds many familiar faces smiled at my prescence.

I had walked towards the First stringers tents. Only to be met with the man himself.

Joker...

I smiled at him. Only for him to run his eyes w iui th his hands in amazement.

"Y/n is that really you?" He whispered not believing himself.

I only giggled and hugged him.

"Yes its me Joker I've missed you.." I whispered with a smile.

Picking me up and spinning me around. Glee on his face.

I laughed and was set down on the grass once more.

"I thought you were with that horrible man! I'm so glad your back! I've got to tell everyone!" He laughed in relief.

I smiled sadly cupping his cheeks kissing his lips.

"Hey Joker.. I was- Wah! I thought you still loved Ms Y/n!- wait Y/n?!" Dagger gasped.

I pulled away smiling sadly.

"I'm only allowed for a certain amount of time but would you mind getting everyone?" I chirped ending with a sad tone.

Joker and Dagger gave me confused expressions. The blond had only nodded and went looking for the rest of the first stringers.

Soon they were gathered in Joker's tent. Sending questions at me all at once.

I sighed and whistled.

"Everyone I know this isnt the best to be questioning me but.. I am alright.. and I have some news for you.." I bit my lip out of habit.

They all looked at me with concerned gazes.

"As of Today.. I am engaged to a man that is not Joker.. Father's orders... and in two days I will be married.." I hiccuped.

They all looked in me in shock. Never once have I ever cried.

Sobs escaped my lips as I was held by my saddened siblings and Joker.

I stood in a room, Champagne colored dress. A simple train. The bust decorated with small detailed roses sewn into the fabric. The top of the dress connected to short sleeves that loosely hung around my shoulders.

Long champagne gloves covered my arms. A few white roses along with baby's breath pinned to my hair.

My hair flowed with simple curls framing my face.

Makeup done.

A bouquet in my hands. And finally a sheer veil covering my face.

I looked amazing yet.

I was marrying the wrong person.

A knock was heard at the door. As I continued to stare into the three paneled mirror. The door opened.

It was my soon to be step mother.

Oh a wicked woman she was. Ordering me around and parading at my mistakes.

"Listen to me and your family will be saved after all.. you will be a good girl wont you?" She hissed.

I turned to her nodding.

"Good now let's go.. this is a private wedding after all" she cackled walking back out of the doors.

I only sighed.

This was it.

And there was no going back now.

The music had began and I walked down the aisle together with father.

Spotting a few of the first stringers. I smiled bashfully at them hoping they would notice.

Hoping they would save me from what I was about to do.

Gulping nearing the end of the aisle.

Father had handed me over to the man who was soon to be my husband.

I stood in front of the man, who only was distracted by the ladies wailing in distress of their crush getting married.

"Do you Lord Greyvoice take Y/n to be your wife?" The priest began and looked at the man.

He turned towards the prist and grinned.

Looking at my figure, licking his lips.

"I do..~" He purred.

My heart began to pound through my chest.

"And Do you Y/n take him to be your husband?" He spoke.

I looked at my family and back at my soon to be stepmother.

She gave a menacing glare that sent chills down my spine.

Lord Greyvoice's hands squeezing my hands.

"I do..." I whispered.

The priest nodded. I looked back towards my family who stood up helping father along the way.

A few tears had slipped.

"And as always Does anyone here object?" The priest boomed.

My shoulders slumped not seeing anyone wanting to object.

This was it.. I'm going to get married to a man that I dont love..

Before the priest could speak, Yhe doors slammed open.

There stood Joker.

I smiled seeing him.

"I DO! Y/n you have been the best person in my life! I still and will continue to love you! Even if you dont feel the same! I'm not sure what he sees in you! But from here I see you and only you.. not your looks not your insides but everything.. so please dont do this! Come back to me!" He shouted.

I felt my hands loosen. The grip of the man was gone. I looked at him, only to see him in disgust and shock.

This was my chance!

I slipped my hands out of his, picking up my dress I ran towards him.

"Joker!" I called out with a smile.

"Y/n!!" He called out reaching for my hand.

I took his hand and we ran from the gasps of the people.

Joker stopped only to pick me up. I smiled at him.

"You get back- agh!" I heard the wicked woman shout, only for screams to be heard as we fled.

Clinging to Joker grabbing handfuls of the fabric , I squeaked.

" I knew you would come back!" I whispered.

"Of course I would I love ee' too Y/n!" He laughed.

Soon we had stopped in a secluded meadow. Being set down and looking at him.

He was panting and sweaty.

Gripping my dress. I stepped closer to him only to tackle him in a hug.

"Woah!" He gasped at the sudden action.

We had rolled down the grassy hill only to land in a field of flowers.

I sat up and laughed.

He chuckled and Sat up laughing.

"Now that were away.. Joker.. I've always loved you.. no matter what and I will never stop" I smiled.

Hearing him chuckle made me feel butterflies.

"I would kiss you but something's in the way" he mumbled frustrated.

I blushed.

"Joker?" I giggled.

"Yes?" He smiled.

"You may now kiss the bride" I chirped.

He laughed and lifted the veil.

Cupping my face, and closing the gap. My arms wrapping themselves around his neck loosely.

Pulling away for air I smiled.

"Thank you for saving me.." I whispered pressing my forehead against his.

"I'll always save ee' no matter what!" He laughed and pulled me into another kiss..

#joker black butler #black butler #ciel phamtonhive #sebastian michaelis #dagger black butler #jumbo black butler

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pinesconessecrets · 6 years

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Ice to Meet You

Merry Christmas @ladynightmare12 ! I hope you enjoy the fic!! <: I had a lot of fun with the soulmate AU, since it’s something I’ve always enjoyed. I combined it with the first meetings AU too. Have a great Christmas! <3

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Wirt had given up on trying to find his soulmate when he was thirteen. He still remembered the conversation that came after he mentioned it to his mom. She had choked on her tea, wheezing until she’d managed to regain control of herself again. Then began the spiel about, “Oh, sweetie. You’ll meet her at some point in your life, don’t give up now!” and Wirt just sighed. Internally, of course. He didn’t want to upset his mom any further. A good bit of everyone in his grade had found their soulmate, leaving Wirt feeling terribly alone. Sara tried to comfort him, except she ran into her soulmate a few months later; it was some guy named Brian. That was a fun day.

He was a little more than relieved to graduate high school, which meant moving away to a college in a different state. A college in Oregon had caught his eye and he applied, half expecting to get denied. But lo and behold, the college actually accepted him and even had a full ride scholarship too.

Greg was against Wirt moving across the country when he broke the news. Wirt reassured him that he would call every day and keep in touch. He wouldn’t be left out just because Wirt didn’t live in the same house anymore.

Wirt enjoyed the trip to Oregon. His parents rented a small u-Haul for the stuff Wirt could take to put in his dorm. He was lucky enough to score a single person room, complete with his own bathroom. He didn’t think he could have managed if he had to share a dorm and a bathroom, much less having to suffer from public bathrooms.

They made the drive out to be like a mini vacation, taking their time since they left a few days early. Wirt’s nerves almost got the best of him a few times, the realization of him living somewhere that wasn’t with his mom and stepdad. Thankfully Greg managed to quickly distract him before he grew too anxious, eerily able to quickly figure out when his nerves were beginning to act up.

With the help of everyone, it didn’t take long before Wirt’s room was set up. He still had a few things to tweak here and there, like moving his desk closer to the window and hanging up his poems on the walls. He didn’t have much time to be particularly picky about how his room was set up with his parents and brother around.

They stayed in town for a few days, exploring the place with Wirt in tow. It definitely was a college town considering the absurd amount of fast food restaurants around. Like seriously, who needed this many fast food places? At least there were a few cafes for Wirt to hang out in. Cafes were pretty sweet places to chill at and they had a great effect on Wirt when it came to writing poetry. He was excited about that.

Tears were shed by his mom and Greg on the day they had to leave. Greg made Wirt promise to call him every day, and that was a rock fact. Wirt lingered in the parking lot for a bit longer than he intended, staring off into space before letting out a long sigh. He hoped he would be able to survive the semester before Christmas break. His next adventure in life had begun, only to bring challenges he had no way to prepare for.

Wirt got to studying diligently when the semester began. The majority of his classes were the core classes every freshman were required to take, including math. Thank god that he only needed to take two semesters of it due to his major in English. Math was one of his most detested classes; it was the worst. Maybe he was being overly dramatic, but Wirt would rather prefer to listen to someone scrape their nails on a chalkboard repeatedly for hours than be stuck in math class for even an hour. The entire point was above him, and the fact that other kids were majoring in math just blew his mind. They were to be feared.

The semester started out slow but picked up steam as the weeks went on. Midterms came and went, letting Wirt breathe a sigh of relief when his passing grades were posted.

He video called Greg before he went out trick or treating on Halloween, both happy and mortified that Greg decided to go as a garden gnome. Their trip to the Unknown was still very present in their minds years after it happened. At least now it was easier to deal with, and they didn’t have to worry about being sent into a fit of panic when winter rolled around anymore. Wirt admitted that Greg wore the outfit far better than he did, earning a protest of “No, you wore it better!” from Greg. They bickered back and forth until their mom told them to knock it out or else Greg wouldn’t be getting any candy that year. That shut Greg up and he hastily told Wirt goodbye and that he’d show him how much candy he got before going to bed.

Wirt found himself growing progressively more stressed as the end of the semester rolled around. His professors shoved study guides down their student’s throats and made it very clear that passing their finals would make or break their grades. Wirt found himself spending more and more time at his favorite cafe. He would have been surprised that he hadn’t drunk all of their tea if he wasn’t so stressed about passing his finals.

A week before finals, the unthinkable happened.

Wirt was on his way to the Jasmine Brew Cafe, lost in thought about his upcoming math final. It was the one he dreaded the most, and rightfully so. Other students in his class struggled as much as he did. The professor didn’t know how to break down the lesson so other kids could understand what he was trying to teach. Wirt barely managed to understand what the heck he was talking about most the time, and he hoped it would be enough.

Of course, the dork was so lost in thought that he wasn’t watching where he was walking. His foot made contact with frozen ice on the sidewalk, causing him to slip and fall down to the pavement. Wirt miraculously held onto his notebooks, laying on his back, winded from his fall.

Someone with unruly brown hair peered down at him with a look of mild concern. Wirt wished he could turn invisible because he knew that everyone around him saw what just happened.

“Hi there. It’s ice to meet you finally.” The other boy paused, before continuing. “I hope that’s not weird? I’ve seen you around campus before and I noticed you were always alone and I was going to say hi but I always got distracted and oh my god I’m sorry I’m kinda rambling. I tend to do that a lot and my sister always punches me and yep I’m gonna shut up now.”

Wirt’s wrist burned. That was what his stupid soulmate mark said. ‘Hi there, it’s ice to meet you finally.’

He wanted to say something witty back, but all that could come out of his mouth was, “Was that a motherfucking pun?” He rarely cussed, but dangit he was sleep deprived and angry that he was stupid enough to fall and slip on ice.

The other boy blanched, his extended hand frozen in shock. Wirt shuffled to his feet, clutching his notebooks to his chest. An awkward silence enveloped the two, only to be broken by the other boy.

“Do you want to go somewhere warm? Get some coffee or something?”

Wirt broke free of his surprise. “Uh, um, sure. I was heading to the Jasmine Brew Cafe to get some studying done. It’s right up the street here.”

“Cool. I’ve only been there once or twice, so lead the way.” He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at Wirt expectantly.

“Right.” Wirt turned on his heels and began walking to the cafe, fidgeting with the spiral of a notebook. He knew that he was probably acting slightly like a jerk. Okay, a lot like a jerk. He had spent the majority of his teenage years resenting the idea of soulmates, knowing he’d never find his and that he’d live the rest of his life alone. But look what happened. He ran into his soulmate.

The rush of warm air made Wirt feel grateful for heating, heading to his usual spot by the wall. He sat with his back to the wall, and a large window to his left. Being able to look out into the street helped declutter his mind.

He almost relaxed, until the other boy - his soulmate - slid into the chair across from him. He looked as nervous as Wirt was.

“I’m Dipper, by the way. I don’t think I introduced myself yet.”

“Wirt. It’s um, nice to meet you, I guess,” he mumbled, his awkwardness hitting him like a fricking train. Now that the fact that yep, him finding his soulmate was a thing, was starting to sink in, a feeling of panic also begun to set in too.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re freaking out there a little. I mean, I’m kinda freaking out too, but that’s because I’m super pumped to have finally run into my soulmate.” Dipper looked giddy almost.

Wirt chewed on a nail. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. It’s just… I gave up on finding my soulmate years ago, so I never thought I would actually run into them. I hope you don’t think I’m a jerk or anything because oh my god I feel so bad for being cold to you.”

When Dipper was silent, Wirt looked up to find him holding back a snicker. With the biggest shit eating grin, Dipper replied, “Was that a motherfucking pun?”

“Oh my god.” Wirt groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Do not use my own words against me.”

“Kinda hard to considering they’re right here.” Dipper rolled his sleeve back, revealing the words scrawled across his arm. God, they were even in Wirt’s own handwriting. How crazy was that?

Wirt reached out to touch the words on Dipper’s arm, stopping short once he realized what he was about to do. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to take in. But I don’t mind if you wanna take a closer look at them.” His voice was quiet.

Figuring that he may as well roll with the punches, Wirt pulled his own sleeve back, exposing Dipper’s godawful pun written on the inside of his forearm. Dipper didn’t hesitate before running his fingers over Wirt’s pale skin, tracing the scratchy letters of his own handwriting. It looked different from his own, his letters rushed and hurried versus the flowing loops of Wirt’s.

Wirt finally caved and traced the words on Dipper’s arm. The two dorks sat in silence, no words needing to be exchanged as they let the importance of the day truly sink in.

The corners of Dipper’s mouth quirked up in a grin after a while. “So, did you wanna get a coffee and chat? And maybe tell me how you’ve bean all these years.”

Wirt had a feeling the puns weren’t ever going to stop.

#Pinescone #Pinescone Secret Santa #Pinescone Secret Santa 2018 #Wirt #Dipper #OTGW #GF #submission

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mystic-messenger-writing · 7 years

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hiiii could i request for rfa+ Minor Trio to react when mc gives them a lap dance?? you dont have to do it but it would make my day if you could ^^

This was definitely a fun request to write! I personally have no experience with lap dances so I apologize in advance if there are any inaccuracies or if they sound too repetitive in this one! Random note but I’m also in love with your profile picture, Yamaguchi is the best! But I hope that you enjoy and thank you both for the request!! ^^

Yoosung

Yoosung had passed all of his exams for the semester and was super proud of himself

You had promised him that you would give him a very special treat if he did well and since he did, you complied

This boy was expecting something like a homemade dinner or a hug but nope

Yoosung turns bright red whenever you push him down onto a chair while you turn on some sexy music and adjust your lace lingerie outfit

The blood couldn’t stop flowing from Yoosung’s nose and he yelped whenever you gave him a seductively look while straddling him

You started kissing from Yoosung’s neck and quickly threw his shirt over his head and rained more kisses along his chest

Yoosung moaned loudly when you started grinding on to his growing bulge, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last

The song suddenly ends and you get off of him, leaving Yoosung whining for release which you gave him

Yoosung’s cheeks stayed bright red for the next two days thanks to you and your lap dancing skills

Zen

Zen and yourself had come home for the night from a bar with the both of you being slightly drunk

You were feeling more naughty with the alcohol in you so you made Zen sit down in a chair while you put some music on

He smirked at your awkward but sexy dance as you traced your finger along his smooth jawline

You took your shirt off but left your skirt on to tease Zen more as you pressed yourself against your boyfriend

Zen started kissing you feverishly as you started pressing yourself further into his crotch

The realization of what was actually going on made Zen’s cheek turn bright pink as he let out a low moan whenever you brushed your hand against his bulge

He whimpered whenever you got off of his lap to dance around more, loving the look of his need growing stronger

Zen started pleading for you to come back and after a bit more teasing, you undid his belt for him

You gave him one final kiss on the lips and a wink as you knelt down to finally give him release

Zen made sure that you couldn’t walk the next day as punishment for purposely releasing the beast

Jaehee

Jaehee let out a sign of relief whenever she walked into your home

It was only a week until the opening of her cafe and this woman was stressed

You frowned as Jaehee slumped into a chair as the perfect stress reliever came to you

Jaehee was startled whenever music started playing and she let out a surprise scream when you walked over to her with just your bra and panties on

You grinned at the now blushing and stuttering Jaehee as you casually walked behind her

She let out a moan whenever you grabbed her breasts from behind and started massaging them

You flipped yourself around and straddled her, you giggled as you saw how red her face was

Jaehee panted as you grinded yourself against her thigh as you could feel her heat between her legs

You unbuttoned her shirt and gently kissed the top of her breasts earning another series of moans from Jaehee

When the song finished, you got off of Jaehee’s lap giving her only a moment of relief until you pushed her panties aside and devoured her

Jaehee would make sure you knew that you were the best stress reliever that she could ever ask for

Jumin

Jumin finally stepped through his front door, relieved to have the next day off from his hectic work life

He was expecting to come home to spend a quieting and relaxing evening with you

But the second Jumin saw you he froze, you were wearing a lingerie set paired with cat ears

You laughed nervously as you led a very confused Jumin to sit down in a chair

Once the music started playing and you started giving him seductive looks, Jumin knew exactly what was going on

You could see Jumin’s face turn red and you complimented yourself, never before have you made Jumin blush before

Taking the opportunity, unbutton Jumin’s shirt and placed your hands on his exposed chest as you grind into him

Jumin let out a low moan as he tried to grab your hips and take control

But you tsked at him and used your hands to put his arms behind him, causing him to admire your boldness

You started attacking Jumin’s neck with kisses and bites as you kept grinding into his growing erection

He couldn’t stand it anymore and begged you to let him release, which you did after a bit more teasing

Jumin made sure to use his day off with you and to make you a blushing mess instead of him

Seven

Seven was aimlessly typing away on one of his many laptops and you were bored out of your mind

Knowing that Seven wasn’t doing any actual work, you decided to have a little bit of fun with him

You turn the lights down, put on some music, and walk over to Seven with nothing but your bra and panties on

He starts stuttering and asking what you’re doing while his face becomes almost as red as his hair

You place a finger on his lips to shush him as you straddle his lap and took his hoodie off

Seven couldn’t stop staring at your breast as you rubbed yourself against him while placing kissing all over his face and neck

He surprised himself whenever he let out a loud moan as you ‘accidentally’ move your thigh to rub over his growing bulge

As much as he wants to pin you down and ravish you, he lets you have your fun for once as you start grinding into him

Seven becomes a blushing mess as he asks over and over again to let him release

When the song ended and you felt just how hard Seven was, you gave him one final kiss on the lips before going down on him

Seven gave you a lap dance the next week but the two of you ended up laughing at the entire situation and agreed that you should be the only one to give lap dances

V was excited to see you whenever he picked you up from the airport as you came home from your long trip

You gave him a long hug, telling him that since you missed him so much you’d give him a very special treat

When the two of you returned home, you made V sit down and you gently took off his sunglasses

His mouth opened in shock whenever he saw you take your shirt off and put on some music

You placed kisses over V’s cheeks, jaw, and neck as you slowly pressed yourself to his growing hardness

Beyond embarrassed, V covered his bright red cheeks with his large hands in shame that he was so aroused by the lap dance

You turned the music off and slowly lowered his hands from his face, kissing his hands in the process, as you reassured him that it was perfectly fine for him to feel this way

V nodded cautiously as he let out a loud moan when you started rubbing his erection with your thigh

Seeing how hard he was you decided not to tease him too much and knelt down to give him his release

V would continue to be a blushing mess afterwards but secretly wished that you would give him another lap dance soon

Unknown

Saeran woke up one day in a cranky mood, more than what he usually was

You noticed and gave him his space knowing that sometimes he needed to be alone

But when it was evening and Saeran was still moody, you took matters into your own hands

Saeran’s eyes snapped open from his light nap when he heard music started playing

He let out a surprised gasp whenever he saw you wearing only a lingerie set as you smiled in a sweet yet seductive way

You placed yourself on Saeran’s lap and rubbed his tense shoulders as you showered his neck with kisses and love bites

Despite his face blushing bright red, Saeran couldn’t contain his moans as he felt himself grow harder by the second

Not wanting you to see his red face, Saeran buried his face into your shoulder as he panted while you grinded yourself onto him

He started dry humping you as he desperately asked for you to make him release

Wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible, you complied to his request, the two of you exhausted afterwards

Saeran’s bad mood had vanished as he commented on how much of a dirty girl you were and he just had to punish you

Vanderwood

Vanderwood sighed as he stepped through the front door, more than relieved to be home from his latest mission

He called your name but couldn’t find you anywhere so he curiously looked around for you

Vanderwood stumbled backwards when he saw you waiting for him in your bra and panties as you turned on some music

You smirked and grabbed his hand, leading him to sit down in a chair

Even the great Vanderwood couldn’t stop himself from blushing when you wrapped your arms him and pushed yourself onto his growing bulge

You helped him take off his jacket and shirt as you frown at his new scars that decorated his skin

Vanderwood pushed your hair behind your ear as you placed gentle kisses on the marks on his stomach

He let out a surprise moan as you started palming his bulge through his pants and you finally got on your knees to give him release

Vanderwood knew that he didn’t give you enough love and appreciation, deciding from that day on to be more kind to you and maybe if he was lucky enough, you would give him another amazing lap dance

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic messenger Zen #mystic messenger Jaehee #mystic messenger Jumin #mystic messenger Seven #mystic messenger V #mystic messenger Unknown #mystic messenger Vanderwood

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mystic-vision · 8 years

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A HC where RFA+V+Saeran invite MC to a mask party (the party where all people wear mask) but they come separately so MC doesn't know how their S/o looks like. How will they greet your MC and ask them to dance? (I'm a slut for Zen Phantom of the Opera style)

tbh same

Mini fanfic warning!

(This ended up being so long so i didnt write Jaehee or Yoosung. ;_; I’ll add them in the future~)

Intro:

As soon as MC had stepped inside the ballroom, she felt as if she was taken into a whole other world.

The masked-faces surrounding her were all not familiar, and she could not see a face she recognized.

Zen:

The white headed man was easy to spot in a crowd. His long hair shined in the dim light of the room.

He knew this would happen, so he had prepared for it very well. His soulmate was not by his side, and all he could think of was having her roleplay with him a little.

He had his hair tied and covered by the dark red cloak he wore over his fancy dark suit. His mask had covered half of his face and he could not take that smug smirk off his face.

He saw her, entering the room, she looked fascinating in her blood red dress, her hair tied up cleanly and her mask trimmed with black lace.

He waited for her in the shadows, his red eyes glowing, he called for her name and she turned to look in the direction she had heard her voice, faintly called.

She saw him, her hands gripped her dress as she ran up to him, only for him to step back into the darkness.

She had followed him, running through the crowds, her hands raising her dress up, as she followed him into an alley.

He waited for her, his back resting on the dead end of the alley. He had let his hood off his head, his arms crossed.

He smirked as soon as he saw MC drop her dress down onto the ground, panting as she slowly walked towards him. “Zen?” She said between heavy breaths.

Zen approached her and placed his hand under her chin. “Hello there.” He purred, resting his forehead on her’s. “I would love to ask you for a dance, but it seems that my inner beast tells me to have you dance with me until the night ends.”

Zen lowered his head a little more and the two had begun their night with a passionate yet steamy kiss.

Jumin:

Jumin did not like staying in the shadows. He was surrounded by the guests he had invited to the party.

He was giving fake smiles here and talking business there.

The moment he had seen her step inside, he walked away with no goodbye or farewell to send. It was impolite but he had more inappropriate thoughts on his head, as he saw that tight dress.

That tight mermaid dress, that gripped on her hips and curves. As much as she looked good, he hated that dress .

He wanted no one to see her curves other than him, and he wanted to be the one to grip on those killer hips she has.

He went into the shadows, walking quickly towards her- but soon he stopped. He saw her wandering around, looking for something- for someone.

He waited and waited, and soon enough, she stepped into an empty corridor. He followed her, like her shadow.

She, on the other hand, was freaking out, as the faded sound footsteps she heard was getting stronger. More over, each time she passed by the lights, they closed.

It didn’t take long until she had reached what she expected, a dead end.

Jumin took a few more steps forward and wrapped his arm around her waist.

She almost screamed if it wasnt for him turning her around and crashing his lips on hers.

“You are as magnificent as ever, I think we might have to leave early tonight, but that will not be until we dance..”

707:

(This is really short ohmygod)

He danced, a soft smile on his face as his mask hid his charming face.

He moved, from the woman he was dancing with to another. He stole each and every heart he danced with.

His small conversations and silly jokes broke the ice easily, his smile was enough to make even men idolize him.

Then he saw her, he felt the need, he wanted to dance with her, he tried to get close to her, skipping many beautiful women who wanted to take that last dance he had to offer before his mission was over.

Everytime he got close to her, she seemed too far for him to reach.

She had already left the dance floor and headed out to the backyard of the Home the Masquerade was hosted in.

He followed her, like a child following his mother, he started running, just to reach her faster-

But he stopped.

He has so many others to dance with, yet he is desperate to share his beautiful evening with her.

Then she stopped, turned around and to look behind her, smiling at him as she took her mask off.

“Defender of Justice and the Seven Kingdoms, 707.”

Luciel took a deep breath, as he laughed. He didn’t expect the woman he fell in love with online to be the same woman who enchanted him.

He approached her, with no hesitation, he softly pecked her lips, she pulled him into an actual deep kiss, their lips moved together in a heated dance. (Ironic I know)

It felt short as the two moved away from eachother. Luciel smiled, a legit real smile, as he looked in the eyes of the woman in front of him.

“God 707 commands you to share a dance with him under the moonlight!”

“Like a soap opera?”

“Like a soap opera!”

(After surgery because lol.)

He stood, back resting on the wall behind him. He was surrounded by a small crowd compared to what was around him when the night started.

He was basically one of the hosts of the party, he had to participate in entertaining the guests as he failed doing that for a long time.

He laughed as he continued to speak about each painting displayed in this victorian-themed castle.

“Now that you have your vision, Will you be photographing soon?” A woman in the crowd asked, “I would love to see your magnificent photographs. I’m sure that I will buy one.”

Jihyun laughed, as he ran a hand through his obvious blue hair. “I’m looking for something, Something that inspires me to take pictures once more.”

It wasn’t long before the crowd was gone and before another one could come, V covered his hair with the spare cloak Zen gave him.

He said it was for disguise, and it seemed to be working well.

Jihyun had his camera in hand, it wasn’t the usual professional camera, Just a simple one with high quality pictures.

He wandered the top floor, his eyes roaming around, looking for his next masterpiece.

He headed downstairs, and Jihyun thought that he never made a choice this good.

Her night sky-colored dress was the most enchanting thing V had ever seen, but what put it’s beauty to shame, was that the woman wearing it had the beauty of a goddess.

He didn’t know who she was, but she looked heavily familiar, a faded face in Jihyun’s memory.

V walked towards her, and asked her to head upstairs, telling her that one of the hosts was taking the names of the guests.

He ran upstairs, turning around to see her, as she slowly made her way up the long brown staircase.

click

Her dress showed her cleaveage, her hand on the stair’s rail, her hair tied up neatly, her eyes gleaming, her other hand holding her dress up so she could move. Her mask covered her face, and she looked magnificent

V swore to himself that this was the best photo he took in a while. He took the cloak’s hood off along with his mask.

The woman giggled a little, taking her own mask off. “Ji.” She said, in the voice V can never forget.

“MC..” Jihyun gasped a little before laughing. “Would you mind sharing a dance with me, and after that a glass of wine?”

“I would love to dance, but why the wine part? If you dont mind me asking. Although I would still like an answer, even if you did mind.” She smiled as V laughed once more.

“You are my new inspiration.” He smiled as he took her hand, kissing it as he lead her downstairs.

Unknown:

Eyes scanning the whole room, legs as if they were walking on their own, he had his hands in his pockets, the right side of his face covered by his black mask.

He looked elegant and neat, as much as he hated to admit it.

Saeran was almost stand-sleeping, if that was a thing. He was waiting for his orders, when to move.

But then he saw it, her navy blue dress tailing behind her, Her eyes gleaming with confidence

He recognized her, she was the toy that started everything. He smirked, as he called her name.

Her head turned towards his side, she saw white hair, green eyes.

She smiled as she walked towards him. He took the hand she raised and kissed it, looking at her, his lips turned up, smirking as he parted away from her hand.

He let go of her and walked away from her, walking to wherever.

MC stood there for a second but then walked after him, following him like a lost kitten in the middle of nowhere.

He turned to look at her, his eyes darkening as he felt himself need.

He needed to touch her, kiss her, have her. His feelings could not be put into words. She was enchanting, and he can’t help himself.

He took her hand, pushing her towards him as he placed his hand on her waist, looking down at her.

He admired the way she blushed and turned her head away, exposing her neck to him.

He planted his face into the crook of her neck and whispered, “Let me enjoy every inch of you, as we dance tonight.”

Let’s just say, he forgot why he originally came to this Masquerade.

#oh god i didnt even try on this #mini fanfic #mystic messenger #707 #jihyun kim #v #jumin han #zen #unknown #saeran choi #reaction #mystic messenger v

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