so i had to ruin the coloring

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Happy birthday little pigeon

Colored result of my lineart, soft and eyestrain version

The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

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tumblr ruined the gif quality, so here’s two of the frames as well :P. i’m terrible with coloring/trying to animate more things, so I really tried to practice on this one. after writing too many some theories on this duder, i thought it was finally high time to draw him properly ^-^.

hurtful words

Request Prompt; Hi, i was wondering if you could please make an imagine where shawn makes y/n cry because he said something he doesn’t mean?

PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR

Warning; small use of foul language

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


You and Shawn had a lot going for each other; he was about to go on his first full out tour in the U.S., and you were preparing to go to your dream school. To top it all off, the two of you were nearing your one year anniversary with each other. It’s been a long ride between different schedules and time zones, but the two of you made it work.

Unlike the rest of the anniversaries that the two of you have shared, you suggested having a nice dinner in the comfort of your shared home this time. The contrast from fancy and uptight dinners would be nice for the two of you. All you needed was to be with Shawn, and you’d be happy either way. You had been so ecstatic about the upcoming date with Shawn for weeks now, that every time you thought about it, you couldn’t help but squirm in your seat from excitement. Something about him made every date feel like the first. Whether it was him bringing flowers or giant teddy bears, his gestures always managed to make you melt.

As the days became hours until your anniversary was coming, you picked out Shawn’s favorite dress on you to wear. The dinner might’ve been at home, but you put on as much makeup as if you were about to walk the red carpet. Don’t get it wrong — you were comfortable enough around Shawn to be bare faced, but you wanted this to be the perfect night for the two of you, and that would start by you looking and feeling your best. You also started dinner in the midst of everything to make sure you were on schedule.

Shawn was out with his friends, which gave you the perfect amount of time to tidy everything around the house up. You didn’t mind if he was out for the day, because you would be able to have him for the rest of the night. It was going to be a great night for the two of you.

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skye07  asked:

Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~

You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you like it! Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


Natasha had been investigating her new home when she stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?

Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it up had taken time to organize it just right?

She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.


“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained, shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat. And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”

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Bluebird

Prompt/Summary: This is fic number 12 for @mrs-squirrel-chester​‘s album challenge.  You know the boys before they go off to war

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Some angst. 

Word Count: 931

Author’s Note:   See the end.  I love this song.  I sing it in the shower a lot.  I hope I did it justice.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Bluebird Video

Album Challenge Master List

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

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Punishment

Originally posted by daeguboy



Note: This is a very old scenario that I wrote, please take it easy on past me’s writing. Enjoy!

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Type: BDSM and Daddy kink, smut

Plot: Namjoon had had a long day at work. His throat was sore from constantly practicing his songs and he was physically tired from the dance rehearsals. He wanted nothing more than to come home to Y/N and cuddle up to her in bed. But after realizing she had ruined some expensive items, his inner beast comes out and his punishment is far from gentle.

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I Love You, and Only You (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by trechos-of-books

Request:   Can you please make a one-shot where the reader is dating Newt but she thinks he still has feelings for his ex (Tina)? Lots of fluff!  - @blackrose22-0

Aghhh I got way off track with this one but I really liked it

H/H: Hogwarts House

I/H: Ilvermorny House

Y/N/N: Your nickname


When Tina broke up with Newt (yes, that’s right.  Tina broke up with Newt.  Not the other way around) for some muscular Auror guy, he was heart broken.  He refused to interact with anyone but his creatures for a week.  You, being his best friend, tried to coax him out of his case.  Eventually he gave in, and allowed you to hold him while he clung to you and cried on your shoulder.  When you lifted his head up to look at him, he looked right into your eyes, studying you carefully.  His gaze fell down to your lips, making your eyes widen a bit.  Newt leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, although you pulled away rather quickly.

“I-I’m sorry… that wasn’t right…,” Newt said quietly.

You thought for a moment.  “But it felt so right,” you said, crashing your lips back onto Newt’s.

He responded immediately, bringing his arms down to your waist.  You wrapped your arms aorund his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.  Newt’s tongue lightly brushed your bottom lip.

You both pulled away breathless.  You spent a good fifteen seconds staring at each other until Newt finally realized something.

“It was you… it was always you… never her.”

You smiled.  “I’m glad you finally noticed,” you replied and kissed his nose.

Ever since that day, you two never mentioned Tina again.  However, you worked for MACUSA, so her name would occasionally pop up somewhere.  

It was around Christmas (deal with it), and MACUSA was holding a Christmas party.  You were very excited to attend with Newt, until you realized something.  Tina was sure to be there with her Auror boyfriend.  It hadn’t crossed Newt’s mind, and you didn’t want to worry him, so you didn’t bother to tell him.  You wanted to have a good time with Newt rather than worry about his ex.  You had thought about just not going, but since you were the personal secretary to Seraphina Piquery, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

As you were applying the final touches of your makeup, you thought of something that made the color drain from your now-rosy cheeks.

What if Newt still has feelings for Tina?  I mean, she was the one to break up with him, so is it possible he still has the slightest bit of love for her?

You set down your lipstick and took a deep breath.

I’m not going to let these crazy and absurd thoughts ruin tonight.

So you walked out of the bathroom, left your apartment bundled in a warm coat and your H/H or I/H scarf, your arm linked with Newt’s.

As you entered MACUSA headquarters, you quickly scanned the crowd to see if Tina was present at the moment.

Thankfully, you couldn’t spot her anywhere.  However, Newt noticed your worried look.  “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“What?  Oh!  Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just zoned out a little.”

“Okay.  But, let me know if you want to leave, alright?” he said, unlinking his arm from yours and entwining your fingers together.

“Of course, love.”

You and Newt weren’t the kind of people known as ‘social butterflies’.  You both preferred to sit at a table and observe the scene.  Occasionally some of your friends would come over and wish you a merry christmas, but not much more than that.  You and Newt enjoyed each other’s company, clearly being the most adorable couple there.

But your smiles faded as soon as you saw her.

There was Tina, bright-faced gripping the arm of who had to be her boyfriend.  You didn’t know his name, but he was tall, well-built, and really handsome (but to you, nobody could ever be more attractive than your Newt).  Tina was laughing with him and some of their fellow Aurors.  

Newt saw your face drop.  “What is it, Y/N/N?”  he looked to where you were staring, and his smile faded too.  Newt took notice that your facial expression wasn’t just disgust, but also worry.  Newt took your hand in his.  “Why do you look so worried, dear?”

You turned to look at him.  “Do you… do you still have feelings for her?” you asked, your face turning into one of sorrow.

Newt looked at you shocked and surprised.  “What?  Feelings for Tina?  Good heavens no!  Why would you ever think such a thing?”

“It’s just… it’s just, you were so heartbroken when she broke up with you, that… it wouldn’t surprise me if you still loved her.”

Newt leaned over the table and took your face in his hands.  “Y/N, listen to me.  She hurt me.  More than anyone ever has before.  But you were the one that stuck by my side when it happened.  You showed that you loved me more than she ever had.  More than anyone has, really.  If Tina didn’t truly love me, then I’m glad she left me.  You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  A gorgeous lady that loves me for me.  I love you, and only you.”

You grinned, and a tear of joy slipped down your cheek.  “I love you.  So much.”

“I love you too.”

You both leaned in and kissed, which quickly turned into a heated make-out session.  Luckily, Tina turned around just at the right time to see it.


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

GOT7 Reaction // When you kiss them only to get lipstick on their face.

Mark

He absolutely adores you when you do these types of things. It literally sets the whole mood and he realizes how soft he is for you. Of course he wouldn’t enjoy taking off the lipstick though lol.

Originally posted by tuanpumpkins

Jaebum

He would obviously enjoy the kiss and he would think you’re so adorable but the fact that lipstick was now on his face annoyed him a little.

Originally posted by jaebumiie

Jackson

He really didn’t mind the kiss. He enjoyed it a lot. Like it made his heart burst but it only bothered him because you were wearing BRIGHT RED lipstick.

Originally posted by got7official

Jinyoung

He secretly enjoyed the kiss but of course, being Park Jinyoung, he had to come off as sassy.

“You had to kiss me with that color lipstick?”

He was obviously teasing you.

Originally posted by lim-jaebeom

Youngjae

He would be so shy from having lipstick on his cheek especially from your lips but I feel like he would return the favor but kissing you back.

Originally posted by choiyoungjae

BamBam

You quickly kissed him on the cheek with your dark plum lipstick and he immediately starts chasing after you cause this bitch isn’t going to let anyone ruin his beautiful face.

Originally posted by creepygenitals

Yugyeom

He would get all shy and soft once you kissed him, but it made him shyer because you did it just to get lipstick on him. He would try wiping it off immediately.

Originally posted by gsvnrewind

House of Cards

House of Cards

-Warning: TRIGGER SMUT, DOUBLE PENETRATION, FACE SITTING, FORCED ORGASMS, ORGASM DENIALS, FACIALS, SLOPPY SECONDS, GANG BANG, DIRTY TALKING, HITTING, ASPHYXIATION, WAX, ICE, BLOOD, KNIFE PLAY, PET PLAY, VIDEO RECORDING, NSFW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

-Bets are lost, you have to pay the price, enter the house full of multiple cards.

-Bts x Girl (Ambw)

-Word Count: 6570 (do you know how long it took me to write this damn oneshot?!) 

-So to live up to my word, this is my story for reaching 1k. I so hope I ruin a lot of you, I hope that you enjoy it as well. Please Turn on House of Cards, because it was my inspiration to write this long lovely story for you all. Thank you for staying with me <3 

~

“You have to promise me.” Taehyung said softly watching you, his dark brown orbs piercing into yours. He had his hair freshly died to that wild color. It looked good, too good and that was a problem with you. Because he was more bolder now, more sure of what he wanted. 

“Jagiya…” That deep voice knocked you out of your concentration studying your boyfriend. You tilted your head to the side weighing your options. And then finally you looked him in the eyes. 

“I accept.” You said with a sly smirk, Taehyung matched your smirk, his eyes heating up with mischief and lust. You didn’t know what you were in for but he did. He grabbed the cards from the pack sliding them out of the pack and onto his hands before he shuffled them, dealing for your first round. 

The game was simple, a card game. Something along the lines of four squares with a hint of pity pat and a added side of poker. It was something you had only played a couple of times before. And you both had your fair share of wins. What made this different you didn’t know. But before the game even started, your boyfriend decided to place a bet. He didn’t go into specifics. Just asked if you trusted him and of course you did. He’s your boyfriend. And he named his bargain. If you lost, you had to do whatever he asked, when he asked it for a whole day no questions asked and you had to go with what he said. Fair enough to you. Your punishment was simple, if he lost, he had to watch you for a week get yourself off at least twice before he could even think about touching you. 

The game had been fairly easy at first. But of course you didn’t take it easy. It was a game, and after awhile of Taehyung making careless mistakes you just knew that you would win. However towards the end, you watched as he caught back up, and out of no where he laid down four cards. He had one upped you. He had one the card game and now you were at the mercy of whatever he wanted. Taehyung gave a proud wicked smirk. If only you knew the things he had planned for you. You would’ve ran from the house and never came back again. Which is why he didn’t go into detail, you trusted him and that was all he needed. 

A week passes by before you get the call. Taehyung wanted you to come to his house, his friends were there. He had sent you something in the mail along with roses. Your orders were to put it on. You walked into your room, opening the box slowly lifting your eyes. The outfit. Was very revealing. It was white, but some parts of it were pink. Your hands ran over the soft fabric, your cheeks slightly heating. You pulled the clothes from the box one by one before you stripped out of your own clothes making sure to put them in the right place. You grabbed the laced dark pink bra placing it over your breast looking at how it clung almost being too small for your breast. Nest you slid on (very cautiously) dark pink panties that only covered the area from your lower stomach to almost the back of your pussy. The back was strappy and it when you went to the mirror that was close to your bed to bend over a bit, you could see your pussy, hell you could see your ass and almost your asshole. 

You let out a soft groan before you grabbed at the white laced baby doll dress. It was short coming down to cover just the panties that were clearly see through. In the front of the white laced dress where your breast was, a bow lied under the fabric at the dip of your breast. It made you feel almost childish from the way you looked. Your eyes roamed over your body taking in your appearance before they landed on the box. The next thing was to get out the lace white thigh highs that had the clips on them. You sat on your bed taking your time to get ready. Your mind was racing, what was he planning? Why did you have to wear such revealing things. You stood up looking at the mirror once again biting on your lips. You looked like, a baby doll. One that wants to be fucked, and not necessarily in a sweet way. Soon you were getting a jacket to put on and cover up most of your outfit. You hoped people wouldn’t look but if you were a guy, you were stare at yourself. The dress left nothing hidden and the jacket. You were asked to wear high heels, pink pumps to be exact and you did as the letter stated. 

You grabbed your keys and phone, heading outside to your car. Usually taking a cab is easier, but in a outfit like this you would rather drive yourself. You let your body settle and relax into the comfortable cozy car. You started to drive towards the direction of the house, fidgeting and squirming around in your seat. You were so nervous because you didn’t know what he had planned for you. All these mysteries. You followed down the same narrow roads to get to his house. Looking over all the buildings you’ve passed by countless times before. You finally spotted his house at the end of the street causing you to squirm more. When you parked your car outside you saw no one else around, which made you happy. Once you got out you walked slowly towards his door knocking on it. You waited for a second leaning against it as you waited for him. 

“It’s open.” Was all you heard, and you knew from how deep the voice was, it belonged to Taehyung. You nodded your head taking the jacket off to fold it in your arms opening the door and walking inside. You shut the door behind you before you turned around to take a look and froze. All of Taehyung’s friends were in the house. In the front room sitting on the couches and chairs that were there. You were speechless and a bit afraid. You licked over your lips feeling embarrassed by your outfit now covering yourself up with the jacket. You couldn’t even really look at none of them, what was happening? And was Taehyung making a full of you.

“What’s… This?” You ask softly pulling down on the dress. Taehyung looked around at his friends before he let his dark orbs rest on your body. He was a bit upset because you were covering yourself. But damn what he can see had him shifting in his seat to get the uncomfortable tightness from his pants licking his lips. The way that laced dress fit against your brown skin. The way those thigh highs, clung to your thighs and legs. He wanted to rip it off you. Your makeup was light but he was sure to ruin it. He looked at your hair, dropping down your back as you shifted from side to side. 

“Remove that jacket.” Taehyung said without a second thought. 

“Excuse me-” Taehyung cut you off lifting his hand.

“When we played the card game. You told me you trusted me. You told me I could have whatever I want. Did you not?” He asked you lowly letting his eyes roam over your body before he sat up straight. 

“I did.. But oppa-” You started again and he stopped you pinning you with a look making you quiet instantly. There were two sides of Taehyung, the nice sweet one, and the dominate one ready to tear you up if you dared to step out of line

“Once again. We made the bet. You lost the game. So this is what I want. Me and my friends…
 Taehyung started gesturing to the other men in the room. “We’ve had a rough couple of months, and a hellish week. This is where you come in baby doll. I knew you wouldn’t just give in easily to me asking you to let my friends take you in anyway they want. So I bet you, I didn’t think I would win. But thank god I did.” Taehyung said standing up as he walked towards you, eyes hungry, lust building. 

“You don’t get to say no, you don’t get to say anything because you made the bet. You are entitled to what you do and do not want. If you stay, I promise though, it will be rough. Every member will fuck and use you until they are satisfied. You will obey and do everything they say. Any kink they want to use, they can. Unless you are getting hurt, and I see you getting hurt because I know your kinks best I will stop it. But that is the only time I will interfere. I will take you last, but I will touch you no matter what. Even if I stop I will stay by you.. Do you agree or do you want to leave? You only get to answer once.” He said softly. He watched you, he wouldn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want. But he wants you, needs you. 

When you gave a soft nod of your head Taehyung’s face heated up with happiness. And want, and he grabbed the jacket you were holding to put it the couch letting everyone take you in. He groaned before he walked behind you looking at his friends. Taehyung let his hands start at your waist, slowly gliding them up your body. He felt the thin baby doll dress under his fingertips. A smirk on his lips when you shuddered. He cupped your breast playing with them through your bra. 

“It’s time to ruin you.” He murmured lowly in your ear. Taehyung let his head fall down to rest in the crook of your neck. He sucked harshly on your spot until you were squirming. He let you go and backed up from your skin, shivering. The light pink hickey on your brown skin excited him. He went and grabbed your collar from his closet slowly walking back into the front room finding you in the same position. He saw his friends watching you. Everyone wanted you, it prided him that his girlfriend was so attractive. He walked up behind you, wrapping the light blue collar around your neck. Soon he was placing the matching light blush jeweled leash on the collar that had a bow in the center with a heart bell. He stepped back watching you, soon pulling you towards the youngest two in the room. Taehyung gave his leash to Jimin who had already laid eyes on your breast. The thing he wanted the most. 

Jimin pulled you down onto him, straddling his thigh. He looked up at you in your eyes, cupping your cheek softly letting his fingers press against your cheeks. He let his hand slid down to your neck, before going towards the valley of your breast. “God I want you.” He growled gripping your hips. Once you were straddling one of his thighs, Jimin was moving you to grind you on his thigh. He watched as your breast slowly bounced up and down in his face from how he made you ride his thigh. Jimin smirked bouncing you up and down on his thigh. Your breast bounced harder, Jimin’s mouth fell open as his bit his lip. Without second thought he buried his face between your breast sucking at the skin there. Muffled groans from his lips could be heard from his lips. It wasn’t as if you were necessarily quiet. Soft pants fell from your lips, your hands were tangling into those black locks feeling your panties become wet, well at least the part covered.

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Jimin have all the fun was driving him crazy. He knew a lot of people wanted to get to you. And he wanted to things, to fuck your mouth, and at least another hole. He slowly walked behind the couch, his finger skimming over the soft fabric as his eyes met with Taehyung’s. As soon as his hyung gave him a nod, Jungkook was grabbing your leash from Jimin’s grip making you pay attention to him. When your soft brown eyes rested on his, he gave you a smirk. His dimples popping out. His hands came to grip at your dress, the part surrounding your breast. He yanked it down as well as your bra making your breast spring from the outfit. Jimin gasped looking up at your brown nipples, they were so big, so perky. Just fucking right. He couldn’t resist running his thick tongue across your already harden bud. A moan of yes was pulled from your lips. Jungkook unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling down the zipper as he kept his eyes on you and Jimin. 

“You’re going to have to hold those breast for me noona, can you do that?” He asked in a soft low voice, and as much as you were around him it still caught you off guard how manly he became. You have a nod of your head and he gripped your hair pressing his lips roughly against yours. A kiss that was a fight of dominance, meanwhile Jimin looking across at the other three decided to lift up your dress once he saw or rather felt what was under there. Jin’s eyes opened wider. Your ass, sitting there covered by nothing but thin straps. He licked his lips watching it as Jimin made you push down harder on his thigh. He felt the material become soaked. Jungkook pushed down his pants as well as his boxers tossing his shirt over his head messing up his hair a bit. You looked from his face, slowly down to the abs forming, resting on his shaft that rested against his stomach. The kiss had left you breathless once he had pulled back but now you were just speechless looking at his size. He stepped back a bit lifting an eyebrow. You smirked slightly feeling your skin tingle from the attention everyone wanted to have from you. Your hands came up to cup your breast and Jungkook wasted no time sliding his dick between your plump breast. 

“Shit.” He grunted out in pleasure thrusting slowly up and down watching as your tongue came out to dart across his slit pulling a his from him. He grabbed your hair pulling your mouth onto his shaft as he thrust up a bit faster into your mouth. His hands had to come down and cup your breast, because Jimin harshly jerked one hand down to make you rub his growing erection. He needed friction. He needed you to pay attention to him like he was paying attention to you. He was jealous a bit that kookie had your lips around him, but Jimin would settle for now. He used one hand to undo his pants rather quickly gripping your wrist shoving your hand in his boxers. You didn’t need to be told what that meant. You fondled with him to get him out of his pants letting his member spring free. The moan from his lips told you, that you succeeded. You started to pump him quickly, and Jimin watched snapping his hips up against your tiny hand, he watched your thighs shake a bit every time he moved his hips against yours. The side of the room was filled with pants, moans, and growls mostly from Jungkook. He was having no mercy thrusting between your breast to get deeper in your mouth. 

Jin was the next to move, he couldn’t take it. He wanted to touch you. He only slid his shirt off having plans for you to undress him once the first round was over. He crouched down behind you and Jimin’s leg. He let his fingers trail down your clothed back, his soft hands soon slowly tracing over each strap that was on your ass. The touch from him alone, had your stomach tightening your first orgasm getting closer. Jin smirked watching the plump flesh in his face. “Chocolate was always my favorite.” He mumbled out before he pulled back. Licking on two of his fingers, Jin took his precious time watching your hips move on Jimin’s thigh. Why? He could see your pussy lips, he could see the wet substances there. He could slightly see your pink insides. He stuck his fingers in the opening of your panties pushing them into your pussy watching as you took them in. But you were so tight, and he couldn’t fight the wanton moan that left from his lips watching you. Jimin watched with hooded eyes planting his feet on the floor as he gave you a heated gaze. His shaft twitched, he needed to be inside of you. Your hand sliding up and down him felt good, but he knew your pussy sliding up and down him would feel so much better. 

“Jin.” He rasped out looking at his hyung with needy eyes. Jin got the hint pulling his fingers out slowly licking over them.

“Keep the panties on.” He said simply patting your ass backing up. Jimin laughed, trying to keep the promise. He shifted you to face him. He caressed your cheeks again making you slip from Jungkook’s dick. 

“Let’s give them a show?” Jimin said sweetly but his eyes told a different story. He switched you until your back was against his chest, your eyes roaming over the other side of the room. Every male sat there trying not to touch themselves. Except for Taehyung. He had his dick in his hand, the thick appendage resting in his grip. He was naked, his hair pressing to his forehead because of the sweat from how hot the room had gotten. He was going slow but you saw the precum dripping from his member. His chest rising and falling as he watched you. He was biting on his lips vigorously not letting up as he kept his eyes on you, that soft quick smirk gracing his plump lips before he gave a slow nod. As soon as that happened Jimin slid you down on his member. A soft whimper left your lips, he was thick, much thicker than you ever imagined. He was stretching you out and you couldn’t stop clenching around his member while he buried himself inside of you to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as your eyes drift shut to focus on feeling him. 

Jimin had to be careful to slip into the opening because the panties looked ready to rip at anytime. He watched your pink pussy take him in though. Your ass sitting in his face and he slapped at it making it bounce for him before he gripped your hips, the thick flesh feeling nice to hold in his hands. Jimin started to move you slowly his eyes focusing on his hips slamming up inside of your pussy. He could feel the trickle of the juices dripping down your pussy to land on his dick and his balls. He kept a slow pace to tease you as the rest of the others. Jungkook on the other hand was still breathless panting. He wanted to release and now. He didn’t even need to fuck you. Watching it was enough for him. He went around to the front of you after some time, letting Jimin have as much fun as he could. Jimin got the hint, he gripped you from under your legs, spreading you wider for him as he held onto the underside of your knees with his arms. He pounded harder into you, making slick lewd noises sound off from how hard he slapped his hips against yours. Jungkook came back to you gripping your hair forcing your head forward to bury his dick deep down your throat. He mouth fucked you rough and hard. His hips pushing against his face, his balls slapping your chin, as spit trailed down from your mouth. He listened to the chokes and gags you released moaning repeatedly from how good it felt to feel your throat clamp down on his dick. He was close to releasing in your mouth. Jimin fucking into you as you bounced and whined being too much for the younger. He threw his head back letting his member pulse, his mouth hanging open as he felt his lower abdomen muscles clench in pleasure. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts before he was feeling you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, he made you take his cum. 

Jimin having watched the whole thing shifted his hips until he was abusing your spot, a rag doll you were indeed from how he let you flop up and down on his shaft. He bit on your shoulder, while Jungkook pulled away with a boyish grin going to find his discarded clothes and sit by the others who hadn’t had a turn yet. Jin got back up and he made his way back to you. He let one knee dip down into the couch cushion. He reached down pressing his lips against yours slowly, sweetly. He tasted the others cum on your tongue as he shoved his tongue in your mouth but he didn’t care. He let his hand slip down in your panties to rub your clit slowly. It didn’t even take you long to cum after that, it had been building up. Your walls squeezed Jimin inside of you pulling him deeper. You could hear his moans behind you, his dick spilling his seed inside of you, he let you milk him of everything he had, your name falling from his lips as relaxed under you to let you take his cum in. Once he was gone he took your shoes off your feet before he slowly pulled out of you. Jin pulled you on his lap his hands roaming your body.

“Let’s get this off.” He said softly breaking the kiss. He lifted up the baby doll dress sliding it off of you and onto the couch beside you. He licked his lips reaching a hand around to unclip your bra. You felt larger hands on your skin next from behind you. You looked up to meet the eyes of Jhope. They were a bit friendly. More wanting than anything. 

“I have toys for you.” Hoseok said and Jin leaned back to slouch against the couch pulling you with him. He cupped your breast in his hand, his tongue gliding over your brown perky nubs. He sucked on them like a baby wanting to make them as hard and as bruised as he could. Hoseok made sure to bend you over farther making your breast press closer to Jin’s lips. He took out anal beads that he had stroking and groping your ass cheeks as he used one hand to lube up a few of the beads. Jin in the midst of him playing with your breast he slid his hands down to spread your ass cheeks wide for Hoseok who was also enjoying your panties. Hoseok started to slowly slid the beads inside of your asshole, taking them from the smallest to the largest. He let a few hang out of you when he sense you starting to squirm from the stretch. He let his lips kiss along your ass before he kissed up your bare trapping your between him and hope. 

“Do you want me?” Hoseok asked you letting his eyes roam over you and then to Jin. “Or should I say us?” He gave a light chuckle before he reached down to pull at you collar from behind choking you slightly. Jin watched for a bit, before he undid just his zipper and pulled his member out of his boxers. He moved your hips guiding you to take him in slowly. The opening of your panties ripping slightly as he pushed up inside of you. Hoseok let his hands roam over your skin. He was so taken with how beautiful you were. Your chocolate skin making him get harder by the second. Your beautiful brown eyes, curly hair that you straightened out at times. Jin was noticing you to, he pulled on the clip on thigh highs. He pulled on the straps snapping a few of them. He held your hips steady and still. He started to slam up into you, a quick hard pace much different from the one Jimin set for you. Hoseok watched you getting fucked laughing softly as he started to pull the beads slowly from you, sucking on your pulse point. They body had you moaning and gasping at the actions. Your hands tangling into the blonde locks and Jin encouraged it by fucking you harder. Hoseok made sure every single bead was out of you. Before he held Jin hands to stop him. Hoseok settled behind you, slicking up his dick with his hand moaning softly before he pushed inside of you. The rip you felt was painful but full of satisfaction. He nodded his head at Jin once he was sure that you were ok with both of them being inside of you. When one pushed in the other pulled out. That’s how it went, your pussy making squelching noises as both males devoured your skin in love bites and hickeys. Jin kept his pace had because he wanted to get off before you did. Of course all of them were after their own pleasures. He wanted to see your face as he denied you. Jin groaned out your name slamming up into you, his dick jumping, he knew he was close. So did Hoseok. Instead of letting you cum, they both pulled out and laid you on the floor. They completely stopped and it left you groaning in frustrations. Your orgasm had just been ripped from you. 

They sat down on the couch still naked and once you looked over to the side even Taehyung hadn’t came once. Jimin and Jungkook had their hands in their pants stroking their members slowly. Namjoon and Yoongi approached you next. Yoongi gripped the back of your head fisting your hair harshly pressing his lips against yours. He slipped his hand down in your panties smacking your pussy hard. He made you release juices on his hand, when you were squirming and grabbing at his arm he rested his palm on your pussy not moving it until he knew your orgasm was dying out. He built you up once again with the heel of his hand grinding against your clit, once your orgasm was coming he pulled back slipping his hands out, his tongue dominating yours as his free hand gripped at your chin keeping you from moving to far from him. Namjoon watching the whole thing shook his head smirking. He ripped at your panties finally discarding the items. He heard groans from around the room and he looked at the others rolling his eyes.

“As if you’ll get another chance.” He growled and though they knew he was right it didn’t stop them from pouting more. Namjoon laid the discared panties to the side before he reached for a little pink bullet. He pressed the remote beside him before he hit Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi broke the kiss watching as you panted against the floor a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked at what Namjoon wanted lifting an eyebrow before he obliged, his hand reaching back down to spread your pussy lips wide. Namjoon pressed the bullet against your clit before he placed tap over it, making sure it went no where. Yoongi scooted down helping Namjoon push your legs together bending each one. He placed rope on each of your legs biding them. He flipped you over and Yoongi roped your hands behind your back slapping your ass three times watching the brown flesh turn red. He picked you up placing you in his lap. He Looked at your spread legs watching Namjoon. He pressed the button to turned the lowest setting on watching you squirm in Yoongi’s lap. You moaned and tried to shut your legs. 

“Don’t make me bind them spread apart to the spreader bars.” Namjoon warned and you opened your legs back wider. Yoongi fondled your breast rolling and twisting the nubs in his hands smirking as he kissed on your neck, before his lips trailed to your jaw. He was creating more hickeys were the others left your skin clear. Yoongi didn’t want that. He wanted everyone to know you were owned. And though Taehyung said it was a one time thing he would make sure it wasn’t. Namjoon took out a knife before he look at you slowly with cautious eyes. You knew he was sadistic and kinky but this surpassed everything. You didn’t fight him though because you had a chance to back out and you didn’t, of course you knew if Taehyung thought you couldn’t handle it he would stop you. But you wanted to be a help to all of the boys especially since they never got to play with you. 

Yoongi lifted you up a bit so he could undress himself from the waist down. And he slid you down on his girth. Making you take him inside your tight pussy. He rested deep inside of you not moving just wanting to feel your insides. Namjoon moved closer to you pressing his lips against yours softly.  

“Stop me. If I overdo it.” He said slowly. You were his friend first, fucking object secondly. He started by bringing the knife up to softly press against your left breast. He moved the blade up a bit before he softly slid it across your skin cutting a soft line of skin. He licked his lips at the sight of the blood leaning closer to lick it off of you. It stung, damn it stung. And though Yoongi would never do it he commended you for even allowing Namjoon to. Yoongi let his hands softly caress your skin, as Namjoon went on a spree with his blood play kink. Your stomach, your arms, your legs and inside thighs all had marks from the knife that Namjoon cleaned. While it had been going on Yoongi was slowly thrusting into you. He saw the tears that broke free from your face, and he didn’t want you in complete pain. He wished you would’ve stopped the man, but knowing what kind of girl you are he didn’t expect less. He loved how good your skin looked on his. The contrast between pale, and brown making him feel giddy inside and he wondered if Taehyung felt like this waking up to you everyday. 

Once Namjoon was done with his blade he pulled back to clean it off. He felt his pants tightening from how you whimpered, he usually didn’t let his dark side out but if it was a one time thing he had to do something, that was his favorite besides the regular pick you up and drop you down on my shaft type of thing. Namjoon watched Yoongi slowly rock into you, your bound hands pressing against his lower back. Yoongi rolled his head back feeling all the pleasure course through him, his blood running south as he kept the same slow pace. Namjoon had turned up the volume on the bullet to the highest setting but yet every time you were about to cum, Yoongi would pause his hips, Namjoon would kill the vibrations. Finally after the fourth time of denying you, your orgasm (making it seven times in all that night) Yoongi pulled you off of him. He undid your hands but kept your legs bound. He laid you on the ground on your back. 

You looked around nervously, your pussy was leaking, clit was throbbing, you were so sensitive it hurt. Angry tears were running down your cheeks, drying and reappearing. Soon, your love was walking towards you. Taehyung gave a soft smile as he got on his knees crawling over you. “Almost done. You were a good girl. Do you want to cum? Want us to make you feel good?” He asked you kissing your lips giving pecks. 

“Yes.” Was all you could mutter out weakly. Taehyung nodded rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit, his dick tapping at your entrance before he pushed inside of you slowly. A moan fell from both of your lips and Taehyung started to give you slow but hard thrusts. His member pushing as deep as it could go. He took the bullet and tape from your clit. He watched as his friends came to gather around you. He fucked you harder. Namjoon shoved your mouth on his dick, face fucking you. One of your hands went on Jin’s dick as Yoongi grabbed the other putting it on his dick. Every hole, was being fucked on you. Soon Hoseok was straddling your stomach titty fucking your breast as Jungkook and Jimin stroked themselves getting a good view of what was going on. 

Your body felt on fire, it was extremely hot to you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, down to your chest, it was leaking from your body down to your other body parts and to the floor. Your pussy clenched greedily around Taehyung’s member. And he grunted out “almost” panting himself. Hoseok got off of you as Taehyung stole your lips from Namjoon kissing you harshly. Your hands kept the pace the men had set. Taehyung let his hand come up to choke on your neck as he continued to fuck into you. He pulled back from the kiss continuing to choke you. 

“SHIT!” Was the only scream you muttered out as you finally reached your orgasm, happy tears leaking as you gave all of your cum to Taehyung who just kept pushing his hips against yours. Soon after you, Jin and Yoongi were cumming on your body, and Next Namjoon, finally Jimin and Jungkook as Hoseok spilled his cum on your face. Taehyung watching everyone at once spill their cum on your breast and face, let his hips stutter before he spilled his seed inside of you, he pulled out letting the rest get on the top of your pussy. He leaned back on his hind legs breathing deeply as everyone else tried to find their calming point. 

Your body convulsed against the floor as Yoongi thought it would be a good idea to rub your clit until you were having another orgasm. Jin joined in on the fun plunging two fingers back inside of you, Namjoon pressing the bullet back against your clit. This time you squirted sobbing from the stimulation your pussy was receiving. It was as if they were trying to make up for all the orgasms they denied you. But when you started to sob louder from the pain of cumming the boys got the order from Taehyung to stop and they did. 

You laid there shivering and panting. You were tired, your body ached and burned from the cuts and bruises, from being pounded into from being taken. Your bound legs was unloosed and Taehyung shooed the other members out of the house. You felt the drying of the cum on your skin and hair. Taehyung laughed watching the disgusted look set on your face. He shook his head picking you up once the front room was cleaned out carrying you to his room denying you of kisses because his hyungs were still on you’. And it made you pout but you nodded. 

You liked Taehyung when he was like this the most. He started a bath start for you both. He threw in your favorite lush bath bomb letting it bubble up before he grabbed you holding you as he sat in the water with you. It was warm to you and stinging but Due to Taehyung’s kisses and deep voice you were fine. He made sure you were taken care of. He was washing your body as well as your hair once he was finished with that part. He murmured soft words in your ear. How good you did. You much he loved you. You couldn’t do anything but flush against his words smiling from the compliments. 

Once the soothing bad was over including Taehyung playing with bubbles and making corny future dad jokes. He dried you off before carrying you to the bed naked. He laid you down rubbing some soothing peroxide over your cuts and then lotion to make sure your skin felt comfortable as well as healing cream a soft smile on his lips when you scolded him from worrying so much. He had climbed under the covers with you, both of you only wearing one thing. You, his big shirt. Him his pair of boxers. He let you lay on his chest as he played in your wet hair caressing, your back and your cheeks. Giving you soft gentle kisses letting you fall asleep on his chest.

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Honestly. I promised you guys this but- I don’t know. I just hope it gets at least one note. I will be happy. But thanks for the followers, I hope that I keep growing. <3  

What do I do? (CHAPTER ONE)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Daniel is literally a cultist. Depression and minor self harm! Suicidal thoughts, and a very salty Max!


David leaned against the wall of his cabin, his eyes red and puffy. He had been crying for… What, around an hour now? He had lost his antidepressants, and he couldn’t find them anywhere. Was this what he really needed to be happy..? Was a tiny pill all that was keeping him at bay? The counselor looked at the ceiling and sniffed, wiping the tears from his cheeks. Just… One more time. He needed to feel the razor. Maybe it would remind him of his scraped knees he had as a child, when he’d run through the woods too fast and trip. Child hood… Yes, the thing that made David who he was today. Specifically camp! It used to be so amazing to tie knots and tell campfire stories! He just couldn’t tell why none of the campers didn’t like it anymore. Was he doing something wrong? The thoughts came back again. ‘You’re worthless, a disgrace to this camp. You know it.’ And, ‘Just give up! Like Max said, no one cares!’ “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” David screamed, banging his fists against the floor.


Knock knock… There were a few loud knocks on the front door. Why could it possibly be? Gwen? David stood up and tried to calm down, slapping on a happy face like usual and opening the door. “Hello there kid-” The brunette paused at what he saw. A platinum blonde man stood at the front of the door, his white clothes caked with dust and dirt. The face was all to familiar. His cold blue eyes were too icy to not be recognized. “Daniel!” He slightly gasped, taking a step back. “Wow, I thought you were still in the hospital because of that bad Kool Aid!” 


“David…” Daniel croaked out, looking down at the camp counselor with a dead expression. His face suddenly contorted to one of slight sadness. “As much as I hate to bother you, I need your help.” The blonde had already ruined his innocent act to the campers by revealing his true colors, though he knew David was too sweet and ignorant to take a hint. “There are bad people trying to find me!” He created a false sense of urgency, talking to his counterpart as if he were a child. “Could you help me hide so they don’t take me away?” He locked eyes with the slightly shorter man, a smile on his face. “You don’t have to tell a soul about any of this.”


David felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he looked into Daniel’s piercing eyes. “W-Well, of course, Daniel! You’re… Still part of the staff, which makes you family!” He chirped out, yet it was obvious that he was crying earlier. “I don’t know who those meanies are searching for you, but they’ll never find you here!” His usual tuft of teased hair had went slightly flat, since David couldn’t be bothered to fix it. He had absolutely no motivation whatsoever.


Daniel grabbed David by the shoulders and pulled him close to his body, a smile on his pale face. “Shh, don’t talk. Just say yes.” The brunette was delightfully surprised by the embrace, laying his head into the crook of the blonde’s neck. “I can sense your negative energy. Tell me what’s wrong?” He mused, using one of his hands to playfully fluff the camp counselor’s soft hair.


“I don’t know where my antidepressants are…” David admitted, almost feeling ashamed to say that he had to take them. Such a happy man shouldn’t need them, yet the campers didn’t know that they WERE the reason he was constantly happy and bubbly. “And I’m not me without them… I’m just a shell.” Daniel’s face fell, his eyes darkening. 


‘He’s upset.’ Daniel thought to himself. ‘He needs them.’ “Well, friend, it’s a good thing that I arrived!” The blonde boomed out, trying to cheer up David. He wanted to see the other smile for some odd reason, even though he didn’t know why. He reached into his shirt, pulling out a bottle of orange pills. “Tada!” The other man looked absolutely shocked. “I decided to take them since I expected my old plan to rid of all of the sadness and make everyone feel safe!” He slightly twitched at his cult-like thoughts. “But since it didn’t work, you should have them back!”


David was silent while he examined the pill bottle. He looked back up at David before tightly wrapping his arms around him. “Thank you so much!” He cried out, immediately popping the bottle open and swallowing a few big pills. He couldn’t help but notice how warm the other co-camp counselor felt during the embrace. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you back! Can we just forget what happened? Especially that whole musical number where we insulted each other?”

“That was the greatest idea I’ve heard from you yet, David!”


(TO BE CONTINUED.)

So I discovered this meme on instagram and IT LOOKS SO COOL that I did it too. The game consist in making a drawing and then repeat the drawing trying to mimic the art style of some of the artists you admire! (I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS THING)

 So here it is, hope you all like it, I made it with all my heart :3 Im sorry for ruining your styles guys hahaha 

 1- that’s my lil Nico di Angelo. 

 2- @indigonite‘s Nico, I tried my best here, but BRO so hard to color like Bruna. Maybe I made him a lil too red ;u;

3- @saberghatz‘s Nico. Idk why but it looks more like saber’s last year’s art, cause her Nico changed a little, but I love both her Nicos, so :v 

4- @tamaytka‘s Nico. Im sorry that I ruined the way you draw eyes, I really LOVE your eyes, but I COULD NOT make justice to them. 

5- @leegarbettart  Lee Garbett never drew Nico but he is my favorite artist in comic books, he draws Loki in Agent of Asgard, and I love his art so much!

6- @onihimeart also never drew Nico, but her art style is so complicated that I could not even make it look alike ;u; Sorry friend! 

pphew! sorry for the late reply to these >.< i figured id just reply to all these in one post with some pics. Below are the watercolors i use and the the gold paints (keep in mind those pics i posted were like first attempts @_@ im still getting used to these…)

The water colors are Mjello Mission Gold Watercolors in the 34 tube set and the gold palette are the FineTec Artist Mica Watercolors in the Pearl set. 

Now I’ll state first– both these sets are kinda pricey. The FineTec palette (about $27) is so worth it though because it comes in different golds and one tube of gold gouache is usually like $9 each or more depending on the amount of mica, so def worth the price and variety.

Below: from lightest to darkest on ivory tinted paper [Silver, Moon Gold, Gold Pearl, Arabic Gold, Tibet Gold, & Inca Gold] they look SUPER outstanding on black paper as well!

my fav is the richest one, the Inca Gold.

They are super nice, but if you plan on getting them, they are super HARD palettes! It’ll take a lot of scrubbing to get them activated and to have that nice gouache-like thickness, so if you don’t want to ruin your nice brushes, I def recommend getting some Ox Gall. Adding a drop or two of this will get them activated in no time, and with a nice opaque thickness. (the brand I have below they dont sell anymore, but other brands still make it)

As for the water colors, ehhh i feel weird cuz those vegetas were like my first attempts with this brand. Ive always used the Sakura Koi 24 color set palette because theyre super nice and super cheap (like $20) and Ive had them for years. I only got these because I wanted higher-grade watercolors in tubes. But they are very expensive, but for good reasons: they have a lot of pigment, which makes them so vibrant and bright and theyre designed to be very close to natural colors, not to mention theyre so SMOOTH when painting and they’ll probs last me forEVER because you get so much color with very little water.

(opera is best color IMHO) here’s a color chart I made (that took FOREVER btw) to give you an idea how beautiful they are and how many nice colors they make

so yea! those are the paints I used for those particular pics. Course if you would like a nice, cheap watercolor recommendation that works pretty well, Sakura Koi’s are a fantastic substitute. …..SORRY IF THIS WAS LONG i just akdfhalkfhd i like talking about traditional media..lol. hope this was at least a little informative >.< if anyone has questions or wants some recommendations (while also saving some money) feel free to ask! I’ll help in any way i can with what i know, cuz despite posting mostly digital art, I am a traditional art supply FANATIC. 

A Rec List Out of Spite

Spite is a really motivating emotion. Sometime last summer I was telling my friend Laura about how I wanted to start a story-rec blog based on things other than genre or pairing. That was probably a year after I started thinking about doing so. But it took a full year after for me to do anything about it. And the key catalyst was how wrong another rec list on tumblr was.

See, in this post an asker was asking for recommendations similar to The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee. And the answerer had nothing similar to recommend. There were no other m/m, YA, Georgian historical books. That might technically be true. I don’t remember what they rec’d instead.

But I read The Ruin of a Rake by Cat Sebastian and The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue back-to-back. The reading order was a total coincidence. They are incredibly similar books. And so, YA readers, let me introduce you to romance novels.

Let’s start with the initial book, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee. The tags I gave it were: YA Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England, Bi Character, Character of Color, Asshole gets Redeemed, Terrible Father, Awesome Sister, Adventure, Best Friends to Lovers, The Question of Inheritance, and an Epileptic Character.

My first similar recommendation is The Ruin of a Rake by Cat Sebastian. It’s got: Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England, Bi Character, Asshole gets Redeemed, Terrible Father, Awesome Sister. On top of that, things that are close but note quite are that one of the main characters has an illness he collapses from, and the awesome sister has a non-white husband. There is no traveling in this book, but both characters have traveled and lived outside of England in their past. It goes without saying that I liked this book.

Also, check out Brothers Sinister Series by Courtney Milan. These books are primarily M/F, Olde Time Historical England romance novels. The Countess Conspiracy has Best Friends to Lovers and Asshole gets Redeemed. And The Suffragette Scandal has an F/F B-plot. But the one I think will tick the most similar boxes TGGTVAV is The Heiress Effect. It’s got Kidnapping & Rescue, an Awesome Sister, an Epileptic Character, and a Character of Color love-interest. It’s my favorite of the series, because while the main couple are off dealing with marriage-plot and kidnapping shenanigans, the awesome little sister saves herself.

The hardest tag to match from TGGTVAV is “Adventure.” Most of the similar romance novels take place in London with some jaunts to country estates. They don’t tend span cities. But while I wouldn’t necessarily tag these books “Adventure,” there are plenty of romance novels with high-stakes, tension filled plots. And there’s one undisputed queen of historical M/M romance: K.J. Charles.

The Charm of Magpie Series by K.J. Charles
Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England, Surprise, Magic Exists!, Terrible Father, The Question of Inheritance

TGGTVAV doesn’t really have magic, per se, but the cure-all that everyone’s on the hunt for veers towards it. And in the Magpie books adventure takes the form of Stephen, a sort of magic police, saving the world, or at least Lord Crane, from evil warlocks. It should go without saying that they fall in love, and it is delightful.

Society of Gentlemen Series by K.J. Charles
Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England, Politics
Specific books in the series also contain: BDSM, Awesome Sister (in Law)

Society of Gentleman goes the opposite direction of Charm of Magpies. The high-stakes here are shockingly real. These characters are falling in love and making lives for themselves in a world where they are all expected to get married and produce heirs, and being caught with each other could be a hanging offense. That is to say nothing of publishing seditious pamphlets and plotting murder. The stakes in two of the three books here are life-or-death and the machinations required to give everyone their happy ending are amazing.

Think of England by K.J. Charles
Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England

A spy and injured war hero solve a mystery while guests at a country estate.

Sins of the Cities Series by K.J. Charles
Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time England, Character of Color, Terrible Father

These books are ‘The Question of Inheritance’ brought to a several attempted murders extreme. There’s still one more book coming out in October before this trilogy is complete, so I don’t want to or know enough to say too much. But I loved the second on in the series.

And lastly for something slightly different:

The Whyborne and Griffin Series by Jordan L. Hawke
Romance Novel, M/M, Historical, Olde Time America, Surprise! Magic Exists, Terrible Father, Low Fantasy, Detective, The Question of Inheritance, Kidnapping & Rescue
Specific books in the series also contain Awesome Sister, F/F B-Plot, M/F B-plot, Character of Color, Monsters

These books take place in America, rather than England, in a later time (the very first electric lights come to town!). But they have the travel missing in all my other recs. Home for Whyborne and Griffin is a creepy Massachusetts town, but when they get wind of suspicious magical disasters around the world, they travel to them. These books are delightfully formulaic: Let’s split up to cover more ground! Oh no, my partner has been kidnapped! Time to mount a rescue mission! And my favorite is when they live this out around the world in Kansas and Alaska and Egypt.

Is there anything you’d add to the list?

I currently live for this guy.