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How long has it been again? Not long, surely... someone would come if they really cared, right? Kunikida is busy but nice at heart... maybe Yasano would come, she's seen the marks... she's healed a few. It's not like they don't care... no, they must have pity, is that what you even want?

The entire apartment is a chaotic battleground. Clothes are strewn across the floor, some haphazardly tossed aside, and others crumpled in corners, battling for space with a multitude of takeout containers. Rubbish litters every available inch. plates with remnants of past meals, on nearly every surface. while half-eaten takeout boxes sit abandoned, their contents grown cold. Scattered bottles, empty and others still half-full, contribute to the clutter, casting a shadow over what should be a comfortable living space.

Your phone is constantly plugged into the wall in fear of losing power for long enough that you start to think again... start to wonder, start to hate. The quiet of the musky room is suffocating. don't need another relapse...

Fragments of glass are strewn across the bathroom floor, remnants of a shattered mirror that was destroyed in a desperate attempt to escape the haunting reflection, another dysmorphia episode... yet that image remains, burned into your memory. The small bin is overflowing with sanitary pads and trash. The bathtub is filled with more bottles, rubbish and a bucket stained from repeated vomiting, along with the insistent dripping from the tap.

The fridge contains nothing but a few pieces of expired vegetables from the last grocery trip. The kitchen is messy, with flies buzzing around the food waste, keeping you awake at night. The sink is overflowing with dishes, piled higher than your motivation to get out of bed.

The windows remain shut, a fortress against the world, as fear grips you, the outside moves faster than life, leaving you behind in decay. The blinds are tightly drawn, curtains heavy and oppressive, blocking any hint of the sun. When light does seep through the cracks, it pierces like a needle, overwhelming and unbearable reminders that it's meant to be nice out.

The familiarity of dried blood and broken fingernails anchors you to the pain of being merely mortal, with sickness and bile permanently resting in your throat alongside the taste of cheap booze always within reach.

You need to muster the strength to leave this cramped apartment and head to work. The sick pay has finally run out, and the dwindling savings have been carelessly thrown on cigarettes and whatever vodka helps, an indulgence that barely made a dent in your finances, not like their was much to begin with.

Now you're so broke you can't even afford another smoke.

The walls feel like they’re closing in.

The group chat buzzes with friends and coworkers going out and having fun. They surely miss you, but it's not like you're asked to go out anymore; you decline too often, so they don't bother.

You run a hand through your greasy hair before clearing out the remnants of a restless sleep from your eyes, and the bags under feel deep. dry and bitten lips bearly gasp out a groan while reaching for your phone on the bedside. a grand total of 10 texts not assigned for you.

The recent job for the detectives had gone without a hitch... a girl walked in telling you about how your ex killed themselves... their ability was used. It was a scare of another "dead apple" situation, but Dazai immediately ruled it out, and Ranpo didn't care. That was a month ago... anonymous and eerie text messages told the detectives who did it... and the third or fourth side piece was responsible. claimed innocence because, of course, they did.

But to be honest, you ran at the first mention of them being dead. haven't been back to work, needing time, time for what? You don't care. They deserved it. They hurt you enough, but why does it still ache...

The human heart is self-destructive in every way.

As you roll over in bed, your phone rests in your hand, it's still warm from the charger. You instinctively unlock it, glancing at the array of apps in search of the perfect escape. What will you doom-scroll today? Will it be the endless scroll of Instagram, the bursts of entertainment on TikTok, or perhaps long videos on YouTube? Your fingers hover over the familiar blue icon of Facebook, but before you can indulge, the sound of your apartment door creaking the sound it makes is a clear sign that it hasn't been used in days.

The brightness from outside is overwhelming, just like the tall figure that steps into your dimly lit room. The figure becomes clearer, Dazai.

“Afternoon, sleepyhead! How’s my favourite little detective doing on this fine day?”

He says cheerfully, his voice dripping with a playful sweetness that feels both welcoming and a mockery at the same time.

You squint at him, momentarily disoriented by the sudden intrusion of light and energy. He appears effortlessly charming, but you’re not fooled, there’s always an underlying agenda when it comes to Dazai.

“When did you steal my key?”

You grumble, pulling the blanket over your head to shield yourself from both the brightness and his incessant cheeriness. You're told it's not like him, and he's only this level of irritating to you. Maybe any other time, it would be flattering.

Instead of answering, Dazai looms over you, somehow avoiding the minefield of noise to reach the excuse of a comfortable bed. a playful grin plastered across his face. You catch the rustle of plastic bags; they crinkle in his grip, hinting at whatever surprise or scheme he has in mind. You brace yourself for whatever comes next.

Dazai settles beside you on the bed, causing the mattress to sag slightly under his weight, the creak of the springs echoing softly in the dim room. A few clothes slip off the edge, and a bottle clinks against a forgotten fork.

"You and this place look terrible."

He remarks, his voice laced with concern. The grin fades slightly as he surveys the state of the apartment.

"How did it get this bad? And why didn’t you call or text? You know I love skipping work, but that doesn’t matter right now. I brought you some food and water… oh, and some sake if you’re interested.”

His unexpected kindness feels uncanny. Why does he care? The contrast between his positive demeanour and the sombre atmosphere hanging in the air strikes you as strange. After all, he’s a mess in his own apartment, so how can he judge this depression? Hypocrite.

You pull the covers higher around you, cocooning yourself in the fabric like a shield, trying to hide from his intrusion, as if wrapping yourself in the sheets could protect you from the monster under the bed.

"No thanks, Dazai, I'm alright..."

Your voice is hoarse and muffled beneath the blanket as you decline his suspicious offer of help.

He wasn’t having any of that. He tossed the blanket out of your unsuspecting grip, revealing your baggy hoodie and large boy shorts. A small noise escaped you as you curled your body to face away from him, pulling the hood up. A gut feeling told you something was wrong with him. Something wasn’t right. he was off, malfunctioning.

"Fuck off, I’m not hungry."

"Oh my love, you've really taken a turn for the worse… I thought you'd feel some relief with your ex… gone. After all, it seemed he was cheating on you with quite a few people, both guys and girls."

His hand moved forward with an almost deliberate grace, your hood falling away in an instant. Dazai's fingers began to glide through your hair, exploring the tangled, unkempt roots with a surprising gentleness. The sensation felt like static, sending little jolts of awareness through you, as if each tender touch was a signal lost in a fog, in a constant third person, as every word he uttered and every feeling that washed over you felt distant, untouchable, and unrealistic.

With purpose, your arms heavy summoned the strength to push Dazai away, but his presence had a way of finding cracks in your resolve. His cocky demeanour only added to the frustration, as if he held secrets that gave him a superiority over everyone else. A sly smirk danced across his handsome face.

"why are you here?"

"Well~ no one at the agency seemed to notice you were gone, except for me. I thought I’d check on you, and I’m glad I did. The food was just an afterthought, but I can see you’re starving. Don’t even deny it."

He's not wrong, he never is.

Osamu, his demeanour playful and animated, pulled out a small, rectangular box that held the meal he promised. The fabric of your oversized hoodie rustled softly as he playfully tugged on it, shaking your entire form.

“Come ooooonnn”

He whined, his voice laced with childlike eagerness and desperation, akin to a small child begging for a sweet treat.

With a reluctant sigh escaping your lips, you summoned the energy to sit up, your body protesting with a mild wave of dizziness. The world seemed to tilt around you, the rush of blood to your head. The corners of your vision danced with flickers of white noise.

"ah there she is"

she... she she she she she she she, no hate that. it dosent fit at all.

"shut up…"

Your eyes cast down gloomily at your trembling hands, a slight, involuntary shake that seems to manifest anxiety on their own. The image of a box of rice suddenly fills your vision, its mundane packaging with just the sticker of ehats inside on the top. A fork is thrust into your grasp, the weight of the metal cold and unwelcoming in your palm. As you stare at the fork and the unappetizing rice with bits of egg and chicken, a wave of nausea washes over you, making it hard to breathe. An unsettling feeling deep in your stomach, amplifying your discomfort.

"I said I'm not hungry"

You attempt to return the food, but his gaze stops you cold. It’s dark and unforgiving, contradicting everything he just said in an instant.

In the next moment, he shifts back to his usual self, a grin plastered on his face, eyes closed, and head tilted in a way that might seem cute and innocent, like a dog. It's not right, something is wrong, but what can you do right now…?

His mouth opens like he's talking, but nothing comes across.

Taking it back to your lap, the sound of cracking and electric popping floods your mind as you stare at the lukewarm sustenance. A passing thought of a drink crossed the sea of noise. Reaching for the liquor closest to you before being stopped. A bandaged hand grips you, like a loving embrace with a knife.

“Darling, did you hear me? You should have a drink before eating, but no more alcohol for you, even if I’m being a little hypocritical.”

You felt yourself being pulled back up straight and looking to Osamu, his movements a blend of urgency and force. In the chaos, you barely registered that he had cleared the bedside table, making room for the rice. Everything around you was a disorienting blur until suddenly, his hand clamped down on your chin, prying your mouth open with surprising roughness. Your heart raced as the neck of a water bottle was wedged between your teeth. He cocked back your head, the world on its axis as the cool liquid rushed in.

Panic surged through you like a wave, dread sinking your heart down, your eyes wide with fear as instinct kicked in. Weakly, your limbs flailed, trying to kick and shove him away, but it was futile. He had a grip that felt almost sadistic, as if relishing the power he held over you. The sensation of drowning washed over you, each gulp of water feeling like it was dragging you deeper into helplessness.

Just as suddenly as it began, he released his grip, letting you gasp for air. The contents of your mouth spilt out, splattering across your clothes as you struggled to regain your breath, spit and water, soaking into your hoodie.

"You can be quite a challenge, my love. It's frustrating because I want to do everything I can to support you and ensure your well-being, but it feels like I'm unable to take the actions that could truly make a difference in keeping you healthy and happy. Will I have to do the same with a feeding tube?"

"w what the FUCK is wrong with you!?"

You bark at the man, interrupting his monologue. Just as another coughing fit hit, your body erupted in full-body shivers, desperately trying to purge the sensation of water in your throat with every breath.

"Oh, darling, I'm just trying to help you. You're so dehydrated, but you can't blame me for intervening- I knew you wouldn't do it willingly. So, are you going to eat the meal I went out of my way for? Or are you going to keep this bratty act?"

His tone is serious, not leaving room for disobedience it's suffocatingly powerful

Your eyes brimmed with unshed tears from his roughness. As you stand there, a surge of anger rises within you, a desperate urge to scream 'no' and reject his help.

The overwhelming amount of body dysmorphia claws at your psyche, amplifying your fears about gaining weight. It twists in your stomach, convincing you to pretend to be satisfied with an empty gut filled with smoking and drinking. Each thought sinks deeper, leaving you feeling both hollow and trapped.

You cave in reluctantly and take a bite. He smiles, satisfied, and places a hand on your exposed thigh.

flinching at the unexpected touch. He immediately retracts his hand, silently cursing himself for being too eager. not considering your side of it.

He watches you expectantly, hope shining in his dark brown eyes, wishing you would at least eat half of it.

His heart tightened at the memory of his mistake, clenching the hand that touched the skin of your thigh, its texture soft... so soft.

"Try to eat slowly, okay"

He might be helping, but this is... this is wrong. What's wrong with him?

Dazai watched you closely, his eyes following every move you make. Seeing you finally lifting a bite to your lips brought a wave of relief, and Dazai mentally congratulated you for taking that first step

You glare at the man while taking another bite... It's bergurdingly good... your favourite and exactly what you're craving.

"You didn't get yourself something?"

Dazai perks up as you talk to him again, a little uneeded sparkle in his dull eyes.

"Well, yes of course, I'm just making sure you eat first, my darling~"

"Cut that shit out. When did you decide I was yours?"

a slight twitch in his eye, and the smirk is slightly strained as he changes the subject.

"The members of the ADA have been so busy recently... they only noticed you were gone when we needed more hands on a case..."

His voice was saccharine, designed to lure in the buzzing flies around him. It couldn't be true. His hand fidgeted in his lap, the urge to touch you once again growing stronger.

"Come on, surely you've noticed it? I'm the only one who's cared... they haven't even sparred a single text."

"Not like you've given me a text either..."

Taking another bite, hand shaking from holding the fork, or maybe it's merely the thought, should you really eat when you're so- Dazai cuts your thoughts.

Dramatically, he pulls his phone, it's cracked, the whole screen was practically falling off.

"well, about that, some idiot knocked into me on a solo mission"

The understanding set in... it was damaged, how could he of texted when it clearly didn't work.

It was working... the pieces fell into place as he had predicted, and he smirked at the dawning realisation in your eyes. He still kept all your important photos on his second phone.

"Oh, I see... sure that's the best excuse"

"Exactly, I was worried, so I came here to check on you directly, no one else has, right?"

He nodded along in agreement, perfectly portraying the best friend... or even the doting boyfriend. Yes, that's what he'll be: the ever-loving boyfriend. You'll understand if he got his point across. The lies spilling from his mouth perfectly fell like his hair, framing the mastermind as the ultimate good. He's glad he went to the trouble of getting his phone smashed.

He feigned a hurt expression, a fake pout on his lips.

"And not a single one of them made an effort to check in on you directly, hm? No individual text asking if you're okay?"

"Is t that true? d do they really not care? I thought we hhad something."

Dazai's heart ached at the hurt in your voice. He knew the others cared in their own way, but he needed you to believe otherwise

He grumbled, pretending to be frustrated with the rest of the agency

"It seems like it. It really seems like they don't care. They're all too caught up in their own work and lives to worry about you."

You look away, Dazai is the only one who cares enough... he came here for you... And it's not like he's been wrong about these things... your eyes darken contemplating if he really meant it.

Dazai watched you intently, studying your expression as you looked away. He knew he had almost broken you with his words. The guilt, sadness, and doubt were seeping into your mind, just as he wanted. He was slowly moulding you into someone completely dependent on him.

He forced himself to continue holding back, restraining his urges to grab you and pull you into his embrace. It took all his willpower to keep calm, to maintain the façade.

You wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him he's wrong, but is he?

Finally, tears were building. Dazai rushed to the scene. Once again making and moving things away so he could let you fall into his danger.

Dazai's heart ached as he saw the tears well up in your eyes. He had almost pushed you over the edge, and his hand moved to gently squeeze yours in reassurance. He held back his urge to smirk triumphantly at his success. Now that you were at your breaking point.

"shhh its okay darling... let it out, its okay im here for you"

The tears cut deep as they sank into his shirt, your chest brushing against his, the feeling of your own breasts making the sick build, sounds fade out as heart-filled sobbing echoed through the apartment, you pull back, but bandaged arms kept you in place, the bruising grip of a snake you didn't recognise, the sweet threat.

"Just let me hold you, my dear... You have no idea how long I've been waiting..."

His voice was still soothing and comforting, the supposed light in the darkness.

"Shhh, just relax. Stop fighting it. I'm here for you."

Dazai's eyes darkened slightly. He was so close to breaking you completely and making you completely reliant on him. He could almost taste your submission.

Your shaking hands reach around his neck, lightning striking his needy heart at your final acceptance of him... his darling, his sick little darling, he could completely have.

Dazai could feel every curve and contour of your form, and it was driving him insane. He was fighting a battle within himself, trying to keep his desires at bay by your shifting to be closer to finally use him as your shoulder to cry and rely on.

He let out a small groan, his arms wrapping around you even tighter, almost possessive. He buried his face into your shoulder and hair, his breath warm against your neck as he felt his hardness building against your legs, so soft, so warm, so... his.

"Don't move.. don't move.."

He whispered, his voice strained and huskier than usual, wondering hands reached your thighs, the sick feeling coming back in full force at his touch.

"Dazai?"

Your confused voice made His fingers jolt back up, lightly gripping your hips. He lifted his head so that he could look at you, his gaze slightly clouded with desire.

He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, softening his gaze to be non-threatening.

"Y-Yeah..?"

He responded, his voice slightly hoarse and shaky. Dazai's body was taut with arousal and need, but he forced himself to remain still, remain perfectly still, as if moving the slightest inch would make a wild cat scatter.

"w what are you doing?"

The question was humming with nervous energy, trying to pull back, the false safety dims the fear.

You can't do that. Don't ever pull away from him again.

His grip tightened, and in an instant, you found yourself on your back. Looking up at the liar he always was, your eyes met the familiar face of your ex, merging with comfortable features that were meant to be dazai. Their lies, their hate, their possessiveness. It was all one and the same.

You look away, shaking that thought, he doesn't mean that it's not his fault.

Dazai had to bite his lip and look away to control his breathing, stopping his desire felt fucking impossible. pupils wide and a hand clasped over his mouth as his thoughts swirled, a tornado in this already ruined home.

When he looked back, he forced your chin up to meet the dark brown eyes and pale face. The fabric of his bandages is rough on your skin.

"st stop looking at me like that... like you're looking at them. I'm not that filth, so stop it... i love you."

The hand still on your hip moved under the hoodie, tracing the skin and ribs gently.

You shiver at his sudden ice hold. skin itching to get away from his instantly revolting touch. His breathing laboured with need. just how you shake your head, confusing him for them again.

Disgusting. was all Dazai could think of himself. The angel of his boring, depressive, repetitive and revengeful life was going to hate him. But they already were his now. How could he deprive himself anymore, when they so willingly came into his arms? It was meant to be.

Why could he be normal... be fucking normal.

He didnt recognise the look in your eyes or his own touch as he slowly removed the stomach-turning hand from sensitive flesh with the light sweat along your hip.

"stop it. im not them, i love you"

He repeated like a prayer, head clouding too much, he can't go back to what he was... not without you.

He knew he should hold back for your sake, but he couldn't.

His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them down beside your head as he leaned forward. His voice was low and hoarse as he spoke.

"There's no need to be scared...okay?"

His kiss was deadly and poisonous. You were shaken by his force once more, memory flooding, but knowing in this depressive and pathetic state, you couldn't say no, but still tried to kick him away.

His tongue forcefully invaded your mouth. He didn't care that you were struggling or trying to resist. In that moment, all he cared about was the taste of you.

Dazai savoured your taste, his favourite cheap booze and smoke, intoxicated by the feeling of your trembling body beneath him. He easily pinned your legs down with his own, disregarding your feeble attempts to kick him away. Deepening the kiss, his tongue delved into your mouth, possessive and demanding.

meanwhile, the haze of seeming comfort and sweetness was replaced by venom. In a swift second, your soft shorts were down to your knees, the scabs that heeled with the cotton ripped off, white fabric around Osamu's hands stained with what a knife's hobby is.

Everything was ripped away in an instant. The love you felt was gone. The bile rises as your head gets revolved with permanent anxiety.

"dazai s stop...."

Your weak voice fails to penetrate his self-obsession as he turns a blind eye for just a moment, chasing his desires. His inappropriate hands gently press against your clit, seeing a twitch in your leg as a good sign.

"You're all mine, a pretty doll for me to have~ what do you think, hm? even better in person definitely... oh, doll suits you well now- darling?"

Dazai frowns, looking back up to see your tears and lips clenched between your teeth, holding back pretty whimpers. tilting his head.

"Darling, do I not make you wet?"

In an absolute panic, Osamu shivers in disgust and self-hatred pouring from his very complexion.

"Do you not like me!? Oh my dear, don't say that's so!? please..."

The monster took the form of a kicked puppy as he pleaded with your broken mind, feeling that he was wrong, not good enough, showing his true colours... was that not what he was meant to do? be himself?

pools of mercury and chocolate stare into your own lifeless eyes expectingly.

"... you're just like them."

Those four words shattered the already non-functional man into smaller shards of glass.

"No, surely you don't mean that at all, right, my love?"

His voice wavered with insincerity and undeniable anger hidden behind his sickly charming persona and crocodile tears.

"No... You don't, y you can't say that when I've cared for you so much... more than they ever dreamed of protecting you"

His eyes dimmed to a black, replacing the sugary chocolate with an abyss, his hands trembling, coated in the thin layer of blood seeping from the cuts on your thighs.

"I killed that bastard who never watched you... never made sure you got home safe, that never gave a fuck when your depression damn near killed you, for days on end. Come to your senses, my pretty girl."

His words would have made anyone sane and in good health run, call the police, fight, do anything but...

"y you killed them?"

your eyes filled with pethetic tears, he treated you like shit but you couldnt help but feel a loss and seeing that dazai had murdered him out of what? jealousy?

"h how could you-"

"what... dont tell me you still feel things for that scum..."

Osamu searched your eyes, seeing nothing but sadness at the news he saved you. Not only was he clouded by lust, the haziness coming in waves as he looked down at your body, heavy breathing and shaking as he pinned you down.

"no way you upset about me purging the one who hurt you the most.. h how stupid-"

He took a deep breath, not understanding but accepting.

"ill do anything in my power to make you forget that... that animal and what he did to you my love"

leaning in closer, Dazai presses a fleeting kiss to your forehead and moves down, kissing until his teeth scrape your neck, the lack of response and continuous tears made him feel dismay, so he'll fix it, fix you, and himself while doing, easily.

fix fix fix fix it yes

You'll love him eventually... more than that monster.

"let go... forget about them"

He drawled against your neck, kissing and sucking careful marks along the collar. His hands are travelling down reaching to your hip dips, squishing the remaining plushness that hadn't been taken by starvation, a smirk on his face at the inspiring thoughts of getting you more round fills his head, cock throbbing in his trousers against your bare cunt.

The sight of your marked neck beneath him, the way you looked so vulnerable and fragile, made his heart ache. A part of him knew he was being shameless for taking advantage of your fragile state.

Dazai gasps the hem of the baggy hoodie, revealing perfect breasts in his twisted eyes, the very thing you hated every few days.

Pawing at the fat and perking nipples, while running fingers and nails down the arch of your ribs, sunken and so disheartening, but he loves you regardless, how could he not? he smirks at the pure light in his small world.

"Why would you ever hate something so precious? These lines make it clear you need me to show you exactly how beautiful you are, doll..."

Tongue and teeth press against your chest. The room is suffocating with a nauseous feeling and building white noise in the back of your mind, accepting your fate.

eventually dazai is made aware of the unresponsive and sighes in frustration, but the un treated lust builds in his cock and balls begging for release so he couldnt say a word another than a quick apology as he lines up to take you dryly.

it stung on the inside and he lets out a hiss of tight apreciation...

Vexation took hold of his heart in a rant, while deeply and slowly dragging your attention back to his reality

"I made sure you got home, I'm the one who cares, I'm the one who looked after you, I'm the one taking up all your work, I killed that bastard for you, why don't you love me, huh? WHY? I did everything, you're not leaving me now, you can't, I won't let you... All this effort for what? Your silence, I won't fucking take it, doll, you're mine."

Every word got rougher as did his thrusts, the soft understanding disappearing behind a frantic need to control, to have you, to take it.

"please stop y your hurting me ---! stop it stop it-"

That was a mistake. You're yelling their revolting name instead of his, your mind flooded with their cruelness.

"Don't you ever compare me to that mother fucker!"

Dazai growled, finally snapping, his hand latching around your throat, defenceless hands clawing his bandages, letting them fall, showing every mark and shadow, freshly cut lines from your name as he falls deeper into obsession.

"maybe fucking you will make you realise that this pussy belongs to me now, your my love- no not right now your a slut, im going to bleach that beast from every memory in your head and body"

He came instantly, the mere thought of having what he deserved from you setting in as he took full control. tears blurring the lines of sickness and love, did you deserve this? Did your illness and stupidity really matter this much to him?

Pulling out instantly, he cursed at his thinking, distracted by his seed spilling from your perfect pussy. switching to an apologetic tone quickly, pulling his hand from your neck quickly as if it burnt him more than the ciggerets he uses to feel alive again

You gasp out, able to breathe again. body aching from dissociation and his brutal treatment, contradicting his own lies again and again.

"I love you, my darling... You can forget about this dump... I can take you away to my home, keep an eye on you, finally help you how I want to every god damn second... they're not here anymore, so please stop paying false respect to the dead, they don't deserve it one bit."

Is this what you truly need? Would he really care for you... Care for the same scars you both share on legs and wrists... help you take pills? Actually, care in his sick amusement... just for another taste of your disgusting body and mind.

will you beg for the tourture of his love...?

Gregory-

I was deeply focused on the hand I was painting carefully running the brush along it, but the hand I was holding suddenly flexed, and I smeared some of the nail polish onto his skin

"Hey, keep still, please,"

"mh trying"

I felt him twitch at my words. I was on top of Gregory, his member inside of my hole, with my thighs on either side of his waist. Gregory's head was lulled back on the pillows. He was biting his lips, trying his best not to move. his other hand digging into my thigh to keep him grounded. he was panting a little and occasionally let out a whimper. It was cute because I had only done three nails on one hand. and there was so much left to do. he was already this sensitive, trying his hardest not to thrust up into me. I was just finishing the fourth nail, but I leaned over to gather more polish from the bottle resting on his chest. coating the brush again, as I moved Gregory whimpered. I felt a slight shift of his cock, this made me pause and let out a shaky breath, as my hole clenched, in response to it another soft buck made the bottle of polish almost tip, and my thigh have a slight spasm. I was teasingly slow with it, but it was getting to me now, I understood why he was coming undone so fast, but I wasn't going to leave a job halfway done.

Cheslock-

it was getting hard to focus. All I could feel was Cheslock, his hands resting on my chest, and playing with my nipples. my legs were around his waist as he sat on the heel of his feet. and his cock was deeply buried inside of me, as a random roll of his hips made me lose my brain every time. his teasing laugh echoed in the room.

"Hehe, come on, don't you want to make me look pretty?"

"y yeah, just ah, it's g getting increasingly! difficult. t that's all"

I snapped back. I planned to do it, just that, but this position was making it hard. Even breathing was a challenge to do while he was being a prick and purposely making me mess it up. As I painted his nails, I couldn't help but notice my hand shaking a few times from his teasing actions, leaving accidentally smudges of black nail polish on his fingertips. Cheslock didn't say anything, but his teasing tsk tsk let me know he noticed. As I finished one hand and started on the other, Cheslock calmly took the brush from my hand, closed the polish bottle, and moved it to the side. before slamming my wrists up and rolling his whole body fully connected to mine, leaning over to kiss my lips

As I sat on the floor of the almost empty storage room, the dim light from the purple flame of the cricket prop cast a soft glow. My face blushed as I gazed longingly at the face of the purple prefect.

"Can i uhh...."

As I spoke, my words seemed to disappear into thin air as I gently inclined towards him. Our lips met, and I was engulfed in a feeling of light-headedness and an avalanche of butterflies in my stomach. As we kissed, I could feel the subtle transfer of his lipstick onto my lips, blurring the boundaries between us. I pulled away, but the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, definitely apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory's cheeks were tinged with a shade of rosy red as if a subtle dance of warmth and embarrassment adorned his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask if I c-could.. uhh, do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away, and I pulled him towards me, my fingers curling gently around his arm as I felt the warmth of his body drawing closer. I could see the surprise in his eyes as his movements mirrored mine, almost as if he was pulled by an invisible force. As our faces drew near, 'Oh god, is this really happening?' Our hands clumsily found their way to each other's faces, fingers brushing against skin as our breaths mingled. In our nervousness, our teeth accidentally clashed, causing him to pull away hesitantly, leaving me with a mix of confusion and longing. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red that extended down his neck. The colour was barely visible against his outfit in the dimly lit room. he broke my silent adoration, and my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"I uh t-thank you. I think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and I looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower and more organized than the others. It lets us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and I returned the gesture. He let out a small noise of surprise. This didn't feel real. my hand travelled down Gregory's clothes. I couldn't even feel his body through the baggy outfit. we broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips together before snapping. we were both panting as we gazed into the other's eyes. My hand didn't move from the vague spot near his clothed hardness, the heat coming off it.

"u-uh c-could I touch you? down t-there, I mean"

his eyes widened, and as I opened my mouth to apologize, I instantly regretted my words. Before I could speak, he cut me off with a whine. hand reaching to my wrist and guiding me to him. I blushed but wilfully followed him.

"p-please, I need you"

"oh I uh o-okay then"

I slowly parted the opening of his cloak, pushing it to the sides. It was heavier than it looked, like a weighted blanket. I could barely make out his silhouette through his trousers. I reached to pull them down. it was clear he was turned on. the dim light did nothing to hide this arousal, and the fact that he was softly gasping at the slightest movement near his throbbing member gave it away as well. I traced the heat of it, and he bucked into my hand. 'Oh god, that's hot.' My mouth was going dry, and I swallowed hard. The tip was leaking a bit already slowly trailing down to my fingers, I removed my hand to lick it off, receiving a needy whine at the loss of contact. but when I came back, I only had to graze him, for his hips to lean into any friction, head rolling back to pant attempting to regain his breath. his hands gripping at the cloak. it's not like he could help it. the need for stimulation was hot too hot. his throat was dry, and he kept stuttering into my hand, breathy moans and whining. "nnnggghhh hah ah uhh" he was so sensitive. his hand coming up to his face, he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, his teeth biting into his pointer finger, leaving behind a faint trace of smudged lipstick on his skin. I took my hand and lightly removed it from his mouth. softly kissing Gregory's lips, the warm feeling was incredible. I felt his cock twitch a little and I used this to guess he was reaching the end I stopped kissing his lips to taste his tip a little salty but i lowered my mouth deeper I kept moving my hand in tandem with my head now bobbing along it. I felt hands in my hair gripping it tightly, and he loudly cried out as I felt hot liquid down my throat. i eagerly swallowed around his member, making him oversensitive. pulling myself off to rapidly intake the air, my face obviously flushed. After their intimate moment, Gregory carefully tucked himself back into his trousers, ensuring that he appeared presentable. I mimicked his actions as I stood up, wanting to make sure that I looked composed as well. it was good timing because right after the door opened. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, the others are leaving now"

Standing next to the blue athlete door, resisting the urge to yawn. Listening to the lower headmaster of the school although it was unusual for him to do the speaking it was still the same boring lines and then the thudding came 'green house I suspect oh look at that I'm right' they received the most applause and respect becuse they always won 'mh with that knowledge it will be red next' the second i thought it the rose petals fell all around and some of my sisters audibly swooned at it 'ugh gross, their practically throwing themselves at Redmond' I rolled my eyes at this, but I seen the lights dim, and focused on the purple door the candles let off a purple flame it was beautiful but short lived the doors opened and... 'Nothing?' No one came out. A scream from further in the room rang out. 'ah somewhere in the crowd then at least that was new' a soft smile on my features as I scanned the crowd, to look for him, only catching a glimpse of a golden tassel, before my shoulders are grabbed and I'm forced to look at my brothers team, walking though the reception for blue was always so awkward barely a few people even clapped. 'wow what a crowed anyway' i looked around for the purple, noticing the cloaks were all the same so i kept scanning each one looking for the slight difference amongst them, i looked to my chaotic relatives the older two playing match maker with Adela (only cannon name i can find) the taller little girl with glasses and an equally awkward blue house boy rolling my eyes away i started to walk towards the purple house eating area attempting to walk away i was stopped by a hand on my shoulder i freeze completely slowly turning my head to see it was Redmond 'oh my god no no no please don't' forcing a smile

"hello?"

"Good evening, my lady. Would you care for a dance tonight? i know it's only the announcement, but -"

"No! i mean uhh no thank you"

i blurted out, giving a small cough and turning to let the hand fall from my shoulder. 'oh my fucking god no, no, no, not now, not ever' thankfully a younger sister called out to the prefect to ask for a dance. sighing and looking up, seeing another flash of gold and purple with white hair moving at the purple door as i try to move away again, but my older sister stood in my way.

"Why would you ever turn down Redmond? he has plenty of status for you to be of -"

"No, I'm good"

she looked shocked, and another broke in. i felt anxious now, feeling some eyes on me.

"You have to like someone here. There's plenty of handsome boys around"

I'm sweating bullets now, awkwardly shimming to the side, trying to escape. standing on my tip toes, getting a flash of his deep purple eyes, and looking at me between the crowd before turning away. my eyes widen and i try to walk over yet again, not even getting a foot forward before i felt another person invading my space, this time i glared daggers at the poor soul who was also know as Lawrence, his face was a thin line and half serious eyes.

"Could everyone just leave her alone"

"awww Lawrie"

they faded out as i was overwhelmed already, this place sucked and i only wanted to build up the courage to talk to-

"It's violet, right?"

"...huh?!"

i was more shocked in horror now looking at my brother, the calm tone setting in, and my face flushed he just sighed, fixing his glasses with one finger looking away before speaking.

"i hoped it wasn't but, alright come on"

"Huh? w-wait, how did you?"

my words fell flat he started to walk back through the door the athletes used, and i quickly glanced around before following him through. i was confused. No way, it had been obvious, right? All the girls would have picked up on something they're like sniffer dogs with this stuff. once i caught up with Lawrence, i looked at the spacious corridor that was perfect to make the entrances that they always did. I'm surprised curiosity never came through me to explore behind here. All the way the walls looked was beautiful, like most of this gothic school. once i was done admiring the architecture, i saw my brother moving along. we had passed the red door, then we reached the purple one. 'Wait. is he seriously taking me to Violet? oh god, he is, isn't he? i thought he didn't care about me, and why now is it because it's his last year?' My mind was spinning, and my face felt warm. Lawrence simply moved towards a door it looked like a store room, and he knocked before speaking.

"Hello Violet, I've brought company"

nothing was heard from the other side, but the blue haired boy opened the door. i tried looking in it was basically pitch black except for a small purple flame, which illuminated the space, not to mention the little light coming in from the hall me and my brother blocking the majority of it.

"Oh, it's you, thanks you Bluewer"

i was confused, but i didn't have much time to think, as i was lightly pushed forward, and my brother made a slight go-ahead gesture. i made a "really" face to him, to which he nodded, pursing my lips but proceeded into the void.

"I'll get you after the celebration dies down"

"wait Lawrence what's going on?"

he just smiled, giving a small good luck and left, closing the door so that the only purple flame from the prop lit up the room. my gaze was dawn to it, and maybe to avoid the intense stare i was getting, my eyes looked over the intricate design of the wand? it was amazingly crafted and the wolf skull was awesome every year purple house was the most interesting to see but its not like they won the game but i still found myself cheering for them i first seen violet in the stands and he talked to Lawrence they were the drudges at the time speaking of that boy i looked to the side of me he looked awkwardly sat his knees up to his chest arms crossed in the crook of it his eyes boring into mine and at this i immediately looked away the dark lighting did nothing to hide how pretty he looked those eyes which were illuminating and that lipstick made him seem so kissable 'oh god I'm in the same room as him alone. wait, alone, this is just like that game. Sis mentioned it. Ugh, what was it called again?' lost in thought i failed to notice that Gregory had moved, and his hand had come in contact with my cheek, his palm was soft, like he hadn't done much physical work, but the calloses on his fingertips proved his did a lot of art. 'Wait, he's...' My face exploded with heat, as my brain and his eyes came into contact with mine. The purple was intense and extremely captivating.

"uuhh h-hi so, is this where you disappear to after the entrances... It's quite nice not many people go here either, so it's a lot quieter. So, how come Lawrence knows where this is? Did you tell him, or do all the prefects do this? Sorry, i realise I'm talking too much. I'll just shut up now okay great"

i covered my mouth with both my hands backing up slightly, his hand falling from my face.

"How come Bluwer never mentions you?"

"Oh well, I'm uhhh kind of not that welcomed by everyone since i haven't shown much potential or ..... benifit"

i was embarrassed by this. i didn't really want to talk about it, obviously, but what he said next was unexpected.

"You're beautiful, peculiar. like salamander eyes"

i looked at him, blushing and confused. 'Is that going to be a compliment, too?' Either way, i had no other thoughts other than to kiss him

"Can i uhh...."

my words fell flat, and i just leaned forward. my lips kissing his i felt lightheaded, butterflies in my stomach. i felt some of his lipstick smear onto my lips. i pulled away the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, defiantly apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory had a light red blush dancing across his face.

"I'm sorry i didn't ask if i c-could uhh do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away it was now my turn to place my palm on his cheek, and i pulled him towards me, and his body wilfully followed.'Oh god, is this really happening?' we awkwardly kept our hands on each others faces, our teeth accidently clashed, and he pulled away. a bigger and deeper blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck, which was only barely visible in this outfit and the dimly lit room he broke my silent adoration, my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"i uh t-thank you. i think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and i looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower more organized than the others. It let us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and i returned the gesture, he let out a small noise of surprise, this didn't feel real. I was so lost in the moment that we both failed to notice the door opened. and a clearing of a throat made both me and the lover boy break apart and look towards the sound. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, sister, the others are leaving now"

Lawrence was obviously annoyed but held a smile. while Redmond thought to tease the poor emo boy some more.

"My , i wouldn't have guessed this from a Bluwer sibling. How romantic. How are you feeling Violet? rather flushed, it would seem"

"Be quite Redmond"

Gregory was blushing his mouth noticeable, had some sliver on them, and he wiped his chin.'When did that happen?' but we both equally looked a mess. i could feel the remnants of his lips on mine, not to mention the likely stained black lipstick. soon i stood up, and everyone moved out of the doorway. Violet followed after me, and i felt him link pinkies with me 'god that's adorable'.

"Lawrence, could i -"

"Yes, here"

it was a bit of paper that had our address specifically for letters. I passed it to Gregory, which he placed into an inside pocket. afterwards, we said our goodbyes and Lawrence led me to the other girls. When i left, i heard Redmond tease by saying violet should have had a parting kiss with such a beautiful maiden.

your stupid face - Kaden macay (oh no + verse 2)

Gregory in third person pov - the realisation he liked you

he was zoning out at the swan gazebo and drawing some sketches with his charcoal pencil. The first bit of the facial anatomy was done, and he used French bread to remove the lines. to make the face he slowly did the eyes and made them defined and full of life, the nose features, and soon enough he had nearly finished carefully doing each strand of hair falling perfectly around the face he wasn't even thinking about who it was but when he stopped to finally look at it realised who it was. 'Oh no,' looking at it more, he tilts his head back, closing his eyes shut to not let the sun make him dizzy. 'noooo' now he was roughly pressing the charcoal to the paper. 'i just really like you face' drawing the smile you always wore around him. 'Ugh, you don't have to look so happy..' he kept drawing, now to try and get it just right. remembering all the times you expressed it. 'im not really into the love that you flaunt in some bright font' smirking to himself 'but if that's what you want ill make it snappy.- wait what' he looked around noticing no one was looking at him he sighed 'i just feel so out of place' he finished your face. 'but not when you near me' moving on to the shoulders. 'when your gone, I'm like a plant with no root' he made quick work of the shape and made the clothes 'or a ball that's on mute' he smiled looking at his work 'don't you dare call me cute, you should fear me' a hand on Gregory's shoulder makes him jump, it was bluewer telling him he needs to sort out a purple house conflict, and to bring cheslock to sort out a fight. sighing and carefully putting his sketch away, a small smile on his soft features. 'Now i like your stupid face'.

soundproof - destroy boys (verse 1 before chorus)

panic attack from social anxiety (if uncomfortable then skip it) - he got amongst the dancing and hated it

it was after the big cricket game that he had to be there for appearances, empty streets are just as soundproof as studios and big crowds. and there were people dancing already. It was making him dizzy, just looking. 'keep me away from here' but when he somehow ends up in the middle of the hall he starts to panic 'how'd i appear on this stage' he was amongst all the dancers getting in the way of some getting bumped into. 'im taking up too much space.' his head was spinning from all the movement, and he felt eyes on him. 'Look away, please don't look this way.' Feeling a hand on his arm leading him out of the hall, too dizzy and unfocused to see they walked outdoors, the fresh air bringing him back down to earth. not sure who it was, but he thanked whoever it was as he started to calm down, taking deep breaths. 'i don't ever want to hear myself ever again'

disco! in the panic room - bug hunter (chorus 2)

in your pov third person - dancing again i dont know im losing the plot as i write. sorry to the amab readers this one this feminine

i was in disguise at the school, as ceils older brother, as I saw him as one. and missed being in a dress. so after the cricket game was announced, and shown it was underway, i went behind the door to get into a dress. i was hiding one underneath my cloak, i let the dress fall from the purple robe it set nicely, and i just simply wrapped the fabric around my waist, like a bow. and headed out to find Gregory, he was still upset about the fire, and wanted to leave as fast as he could. and i understood, but i wanted to dance with him just a little. He was just out of view of everyone trying to leave, and i pulled him into a room with a bright smile. "hiya, would you like to dance in the panic room violet?" He simply smiled. "I made a promise so sure." he held my hands, and i started to slowly waltzes in a random backroom. away from the crowed and prying eyes and i could see that every few movement he was getting more and more pale, as we turned slightly in the dance "Now I feel nauseous, As if I drank a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with" i giggle a little as we stop. he lets go of my hands, to hold his head, he feels dizzy but i come prepared knowing about this, with some water in a canteen. "you probably did But Lysol won't solve this, so have some water." i handed his the medium sized flask, to which he hesitantly took a sip with shaky hands. "im out of options, arnt i?" he softly smiled after a few moments, and i was satisfied to get a little dance. making sure he was okay. but i felt bad. "you can head back now i understand this was a lot, sorry" he sighed "oh its okay and thank you, It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted" i smile as he hands back my water flask. "But if you want me, I'll be here." Gregory and i walked out of the room and said out good nights before he went wherever, and i returned to the ballroom to see Elizabeth and everyone.

fire on fire - sam smith (chorus 1 like half of it)

Gregory pov - looking at you from outside the purple house fire (and i realise that the song is more about love but i want the angst so deal with it)

i stood there, my eyes filled in fear, as the boarding house burned. i couldn't move, I don't say a word stuck in place, you grab my hand i should be used to it, But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know. just like the fire that i couldn't look away from, a soft hand leading my face away to look at you. There you go, saving me from out of the cold, but i couldn't do anything. but blankly stare at you. tired and scared features, eyes slowly morphing to cry. Fire on fire would normally kill us, and this was on the inside. i was breaking down as i saw how distraught everyone was. I couldn't keep it in much longer. but then the other prefects showed up, and i didn't have time for it, so i pulled my hood up to hold it in, letting go of your hand to do something.

Love me not - eimi (verse 3?)

the part that's always on TikTok but it is a good song- anyway this is at the dating stage and you try to get help from your friends idfk

Sitting on the grass, in front of the bench in the middle of a courtyard, talking with Ciel, soma, and your best friend, the latter two interested in how the relationship was going with Gregory. so far all you could describe it as was confusing, when they asked how. you stood up and started pacing in front of them finger to your chin like how a detective dose it but moving to act out and get you point across better. "Does he really love me? Does he think I'm too much." My pacing stops as i shook my head and returned to walk around. "Am I hanging by a string? Am I pushing my luck?" I looked at the two with confusion, hands out, doing some gesture. they were still intrigued, and i just wanted an answer. "He says I'm his beloved. He says I'm enough. but every time I kick and scream, he tells me to shush!" waving your arms up and down in frustration, and at this, the friends pay more attention. shock on soma's face, making an o shape. "He told you to what!" My best friend joining in, equally surprised. "he told you to, huh!" Ciel bored of our shit huffed out a sigh before speaking. "I think you shouldn't really worry. and you're blowing this up," and I hastily replied, almost yelling. "But I'm falling in love! Does he wanna break up!?" I gripped the hood of my purple house uniform, pulling it over my face, which was red in embarrassment, and I felt some paper in there. taking it off my head a small envelope fell out of my hood, it had a clear purple wax seal with the house cress. 'That wasn't there before'

absence - Rio Romeo chorus + verse 3

Gregory in third person this is angsty, and sad. description of dying

he was thinking about what was going to happen all the experiments, but he unwillingly took part in. he couldn't shake it a feeling of impending doom. he knew the things he did, and that didn't warrant him to be sorry for himself, but he couldn't eat or sleep, even drinking something seemed impossible. then his thoughts came back to his friends. He couldn't stop thinking about how they would react, to him dying. 'If i just vanished, do you think you'd manage' laying in his bed contemplating how you would miss him. 'Or would you disappear right besides me?' A tear came into his eye. As he continued to think of you, how would you react to what he's done, more and more tears came out, little by little. 'Do you think you're ready? When i went unsteady,' his tears ran down his checks, smearing the eyeliner. 'lover, please prepare for my absence.' he stifled his cries with the ball of his palm, keeping it in. lipstick smearing on his hand as he bit down harder, more tears rolling down, landing on his pillows staining them. 'absence makes the heart grow stronger', wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. 'pray my baby will not squander everything to gain by my leaving' taking his hands away from his face, to look at them they shook, as he starred at them blurry vision from crying, the bite mark on his right one blending red. 'and if i return the favour.' thinking to all the sweet parts you shared together. 'pray my baby always saviour, every moment we were both present' sitting up to hunch over head in his hands quietly sobbing, the walls were thick and he knew it but it hurt to cry louder.

oh boy that took some effort i was going to so many more but i just cant but i do kinda love what i did i think it matches his character well I hope it matches at least and again here is a link to my playlist i hope it works if not i have the same name on Spotify but non the less i hope my writing doesn't suck :) (feeling like the Q.A from welcome home "I want it out open open open" lmao MAYBE IM A LITTLE DELULU RN WHO KNOWS) ALSO ive never written angst before so i hope that was good idfk

Dating head cannons male or female [brackets if pointed to someone with tits lol]

-bones. Need I say more? I like bones and rocks soooo be like, otters give him a bone (not like that-) or rocks he strikes me as a rock guy like smooth ones. idk how, but just get one he deserves it.

-painting dates if you struggle, he can easily guide you through it, his hand gently moving to help you use the right brush stroke. he's clearly more skilled in pencil/charcoal works, though we haven't seen much else [that takes skill and I take art like damn that's difficult]

-So apparently the sun and dancing makes him dizzy (it was on the fandom wiki) so definitely have water on hand and well he doesn't seem like the type to like anything plain becuse of the drink mixing so water is a no go to boring and i get that so grab one of those ball tea infusers and make flavoured water he can put the flavours in it like idk lemon slices and let it sit in the water maybe add suger (wait thats just flat lemonade lol whatever I'm a genius ik don't flatter me)

-stolen hoodie? Nah, stollen emo robe looking ass. it seems everyone in purple house has one, and well, yall could swap, or ya know, just wear his. if he has another obvious man is never seen without it, it could be a comfort for him. but like, he seems like he would have a bigger one, and it would smell so nice like charcoal and acrylic paint (that i mentioned earlier). Don't question it, but you can smell that, right? but there's a hint of passion fruit becuse he's trying for you (aw how cute) you can not tell me he doesn't like perfume and like its either passion fruit or cola adjacent like i know it probably wasn't around at the time but like you can see it (maybe i based this on a meme i found but shush)

-you paint each others nails need i say more? and even if you dont like/want to, he would just like to take time off with you to do his own or you do his. oh my god, I just remembered he wears eyeliner the same thing, but he likes you doing it. For some reason, you're better at it, and he doesn't want panda eyes.

-sneaking out at late to hide behind the boarding house, to just chill or chat, looking at the stars. It's a nice area, but yall gotta dodge the house master most of the time. Still, a little thrill never hurt nobody, just maybe given a Y or two if you're caught.

-hiding in your shoulder when the sun or people get too much to deal with. (I feel that so much)

-Gregory is a mix when it comes to pda. Overall, he doesn't like it could be a little overwhelming for him, but when yall with the other prefects, he might hold your hand, he's trying, and we love him for it.

-Gregory seems to observe his friends a lot, and so i think he truly values any relationships he has with anyone. on a whole, he usually draws people that are around him, like ceil, and i think i seen one of Lawrence. (idk i don't have the manga) so i think he would have a lot of sketches of you, be it in his work as doodles, or fully fledge charcoal drawings, maybe even a painting. but he values and enjoys being with you a lot.

-little snacks like fruit and chocolate almost like a picnic in the swan gazebo, but ya know not sharing with everyone unless Gregory wants to, also the fact your with the others in the swan gazebo is becuse, 1 your allowed to be there they've invited others before, 2 you get along with the prefects and drudges and they really don't care, 3 your either his drudge or the first two already applied before hand so you both seen no point in doing that.

okay, so i can't think of anything else wholesome to put down, and i just can't stop thinking, so now this is the warning I REPEAT NSFW BEOYNED THIS POINT!! ALSO HE IS 18-19 ACORDING TO GOOGLE

NSFW head cannons

- some general things, he's a switch or power bottom idk but i can see it so much he prefers you on top, though

-favourite body part would be chest. tits or not [but defo would love them so much like a stress toy] or the space between shoulder and neck, to hide in and bite....(he is a wolf lmao)

-right, so first off lipstick. oh my god... imagining it smeared in places and having prominent marks on your body made by him, like hickeys but removable. and like after he gives head, it would get so messed up on his face or you and just kissing him with it like that, getting some on your lips... (jesus, i need to touch grass)

-he likes art obviously, and well going back to the lipstick and hickeys, he wants to see what colour they turn, your like a brand new canvas just begging to be painted on by him, and honestly vice versa he's too pretty not to mark up..... (no comment)

-this is an all boys school they most likely don't have sex ed here and so you would have to teach him what to do but once he knows it kinda clicks right ya know [another reason i think he would just love titties becuse he wants to learn and i mean like he would get kinda fascinated with them] also he would be really sensitive in general and that's a great advantage to top (but hey you didnt hear that from me 0^0)

it was a weekend, and the servants convinced you to come into London town for the day as well as your sister, but as they got closer to the destination you wanted to go, to you strayed from the pack and headed into the undertakers shop, to see him might as well since your free today, and the others were busy shopping.

Honestly, it was a match made in hell, as the earl described it. you were into the strange and unusual, and undertaker is the very definition of idiosyncratic. you worked with ceil on the police as an allies, and that's how you two solved many things. yall had connections beforehand anyway, ceil is like the little brother you never had, and you treat him just like that, especially when it came to his betrothed, your sister. but in his defence, he brought you to the undertaker. Ceil was trying and failing to make the undertaker laugh, so he brought you in from waiting outside, and from one joke, he was cackling. and so whenever the Earl wanted his Information, he would bring you along becuse it seemed like he only liked your jokes, and honestly how could you complain, some one actually laughing that's a first, so ill take the win. but undertaker was equally pleased by this, he couldn't describe the attraction he felt, his heart was long cold and dead, but the little dark light the Earl brought to his shop was enough to get him to question again, but you wear merely mortal and he shouldn't get attached not after last time.

walking around the dark shop, it was more empty than usual as it was completely closed on a Sunday, which is kinda ironic thinking about it. the only bits of lights that guided my way were slowly dying candles, and further in the store there was less and less, of that comforting yellow glow fading quickly, i was calling out for him quietly, still looking around despite the strain on my eyes. i assumed he wasn't here, maybe out, i took a look around, noticing a back room. 'huh, that's new but i guess ive never stayed to long' hollering for the strange man once, more as i stumbled through the dark. my foot caught on something wooden on the floor, and i fell right into one of the many coffins, putting my hands and knees out to stop the fall. i felt something plush under me. I did indeed fall into a wooden create. my eyes finally adjusted to the room, and the panic set it. 'oh my fucking god, im on top of undertaker' my limbs barely didn't touched his body, my knees either side of his waist, and my hands at the side of his head, in his long hair. 'oh fuck fuck shit, this is bad' he was asleep some fucking how, his chest slowly rose and descended in an easy rhythm, a tiny snore escaping every few breathes he looked peaceful, and not like a menace like he usually did. 'This would be cute. If i wasn't right over him.' my eyes traced the scars once more. 'god, that neck one is so biteable.' i took in a deep breath, and slowly picked up my left foot, raising it higher than needed so i don't make contact with the wood, i slowly lowered my foot searching for the ground, making a soft thud as i found the floor. next would be my right hand, and this slowly turned into the worlds quietest twister, i started to turn my body backwards so i could lay on the floor to escape. getting my hand up in the air, and I balanced on one knee and hand to get out. I started to bend out, but my hip lightly grazed the side, and then in in a flash, an arm wrapped around the top of my hip and right wrist. It was so sudden i let out a surprised squeak.

"Hello dearie"

One half closed fluorescent green eye shining in the dark room, and I quickly panic to explain myself.

"I am so sorry! this isn't what it looks like, I swear"

"Hehe, I'm quite aware, I knew you were falling, but not that fast. hehe"

"What? oh, that was a bad pun... but if you knew why, didn't you move? Or at least tell me you were awake"

he kept giggling softly, shaking my body as well as his.

"Oh believe me, my dear, it was near impossible to keep up the act, when you look like that, my i might just injure myself laughing"

I took a second to remember how I looked, right hand up in the air, and right foot out of the wooden box, barely keeping me stable was one knee next to undertakers waist, and my left hand in his hair. if it wasn't for his arm around me, I would of fallen over. but the grip he had on my left wrist was unusual I could feel his nails lightly scratch my skin 'wowzah that's a thought' he giggled a little.

"Hehe, my what a face your pulling there"

"Well, could you help me get uh unstuck from this?"

(insert a totally seamless paragraph smoothly going into the smut)

Here I was half naked with my legs on undertakers shoulders he's kneeling down leaning over face near my pussy breathy giggles sending small shocks through me as the breath made me twitch in anticipation the situation becoming indescribable.

"My my look at you dear hehe I could just eat you up. I knew you'd fit in my coffin"

His tongue came out at the end of that sentence and licked my clit, my body thrusted towards him without my brain catching up to actions. his hands opened my thighs, nails digging into my skin, making light cuts at the grip, specks of blood appearing, the sting feeling like fire, my legs edging to close around his head

" Hehe. Come on, don't be shy. I won't bite unless you want me to . Hmm, how about we test it"

With that, he leaned over and harshly bit my inner thigh. His teeth were kinda sharp at the K9s, adding to the pain that was building my pleasure. I let out a soft moan, my hands scratching the wooden box, gripping the plushness underneath me that confirmed his suspicion instantly.

"My, my, you liked that more than I thought interesting"

Pulling my legs further up to get closer, his mouth wonders, his tongue working over the blood lightly licking and his teeth gripping into my flesh, he detaches from making a large hickey laughing.

"Well, would you look at that come on pretty things shouldn't cry hehe those tears preserve your beauty, my dear, oh how those marks suit you"

soon he was back at it again his tongue swirling in me and my moans echo from his coffin he kept on giggling the sensation adding so much pleasure the feeling of his nails reaching across my skin before finding my clit the slow movement making me go wild he was being a complete tease about this. he starts slow speeding up and then leaving, going back to licking my hole that was leaking with arousal, gathering the taste on his lips.

"You taste like the finest sweet my doll. mhh, smell devine as well"

"Please stop teasing me~"

"hehehe, as you wish, my dear"

his teeth touched my clit, and i bucked into his face at the masochistic contact, i felt him smirk at the movment, and he bagan to properly eat my pussy out his nose bumping into the delicious sweet spot, as his tounge delved deeper, his skillful hands moved to my clit, he slowly made circles around it, increasing the speed every so often, still teasing but making me body hover on the edge. I was so close he could feel it. My legs closed around his head, ankles locking as I started to shake rapidly approaching my orgasm but as quickly as it came, he stopped. I whined, and undertaker chuckled, voice lower now.

"Ah doll, if I let you continue, you'd be embarrassed to righ to heaven your phantom friends are here"

My heavy breathing evened out, and I slowly released him from my strong hold. he gently placed my legs down, undertaker stood out of the coffin and passed my clothes that I had on. Before grabbing a biscuit, putting it in my mouth, then grabbing the lid of the coffin, placing it over me. 'wait, what the fuck?' I sighed crunching on the biscuit, taking it as an opportunity to get dressed and fix my hair. I was still shaking from me being so close to cumming, then i closed my eyes. it was quite in the coffin, dark of course, but cool, a really good thing to sleep, in be it a nap or eternity. but coming back to reality, I knocked on the coffin lid, and the undertaker was quick to use his boots to kick it open carefully. The candles that suddenly appeared blinded me for a second. I slowly sat up, shaking a little. All I could hear was the deadpan of ceils voice ringing in the shop. They must have guessed I was here.

"Undertaker, what is the meaning of this? Why do you have one of my allies in one of your coffins?"

"Ahaha Oh, don't worry, little lord, I can assure you they are far from dead if you were thinking so"

".... are you okay your shaking?"

It was my sister who asked me, I was going to respond before undertaker chuckled, putting another dog bone biscuit in my mouth with a pat to the head, offering a hand to help me out which i took, my legs wobbling a little from the loss of blood in them. At this time, I realised Sebastian was giving undertaker a look as well.

"Well, that was quite the luagh hope to see you again soon maybe I'll fit you in your own coffin"

He wiped away a fake tear and bid goodbye from his shop. The other three people looked at me, and I just shook my head with a "I'm not getting into that" look, we all walked out of the shop and carried on with our day but I missed the contact of the strange man.

my innocent friend wanted to read this so there will be a line warning of the NSFW usually i would get right into it but for the sake of their innocence there's a line

you travel with the ghoul of the wild wild wasteland but stay mostly out of the bullshit and gun fights, opting to just be a side piece. after my cryo-pod busted open in my vault, i noticed mine was the only one that worked, and the rest of my colony was long dead. 'damn economy class shit' some must of been awake, but were now skeletons dancing from beyond the glass. once i exited the vault and i was told that a hundred years had pass. i met some weird doctor he gave me some "magical" ailment to heal my beyond mangled arm, the aftermath of a deathclaw attack. the limb in question was barely hanging on by a muscle, when this eccentric man dragged me back to his house? im guessing it was. the strange individual gave me this weird yellow and brown mixture, after talking about some random shit i was going to die of blood loss listing to him, or whatever he put in here. so i might as well take it swallowing it down without a second thought, it was stupid but what choice did i have. i began coughing and throwing up what little food i ate, it tasted disgusting a mix of dirt and bleach my arm healed fully within minuets. but now i found im half ghoul still smooth skin for the most part but my left arm to my collar bone and hand, cheeks, eyes sunken and nose was starting to flake off and wither I had the healing properties but not quite as strong as-

BANG- i jumped out of my skin when rogers brains decorated the bland yellow wall with crimson. 'jesus christ okay then' cooper began to cut open the poor ghoul, ripping out and placing the teeth to the side, which i picked up examining them. 'bone... is always so interesting' i for the most part stayed away from the cannibalism on the surface, but got to admit seeing cooper eat that guy stirred something in me. poor lucy though, she didn't have to see that or to join in.... welp cant change the past now. cooper cut strips of flesh off and lucy cut some chunks of meat, and handed it to me. i placed them into a container that sat in the bottom of my bag. as we started to walk out of the building i hung back carrying some of Roger on my backpack to soak in the sun like the ghoul Infront of me, i stayed behind copper to the left of lucy, keeping guard and making sure there was no attacks or following raiders and scrapers. i looked away for one second hearing somthing fall behind me, it was nothing and i turned back, and seen lucy drink from some fucked up green water. 'uh gross' i slowly tread towards them taking my sweet time drinking some water from my own flask, ready to refill with a rare water filter as i couldn't digest the radiation just yet. vault girl was desperate for water i dont blame her still felt bad for her, but it wasn't my place to intervein she did break the last vials we had on a fucking axolotl mutant as i walked over i only heard the last bit of the low and quite conversation.

"....are you?"

"oh, im you sweetie. just give it a little time"

cooper began to have a coughing fit, and lucy ran off i chased up to the cowboy but he was already up and gone, and as i got there he already had lucy in his lasso 'he's damn good with that rope...god can i shut the fuck up' she was on the floor, and he was over her lucy, then bit off his finger. The awkward amount of blood was a strange colour, and lucy spat out the finger.

"there you are you little killer"

and with that cooper was quick to pick her up one handed doing an eye-for-an-eye cutting off her pointer finger on her left hand just witnessing it made my stomach twist in distaste but also a blush 'yikes- but treat me like that god damn' i walked over and carefully picked up the bitten off finger and placed it into my pocket humming. 'need to get another sewing kit for that' we quickly kept up the walking pace after the situation was over. i was now in front of lucy, dragging her along rather gently, by the rope cooper had attached to her i lead her through the broken chicken wire fencing, but as we got closer to the place i quickly realised what this was going to be. 'man this blows only time i seen another female and a fellow vaultie out here, and were selling her to codsworth. what a great way to make friends'

well its actually where me and cooper met i needed a vial desperately i was twitching, growling and having to manually breath i had a whole stash of caps for the robot and dumbasses co. then he appeared there some dead body in a big duffle bag, some scrapper tried attacking the sharp shooter. cooper seen me and smiled that signature smirk. tossing his last half a vial over to my feet "keeping ya' in check, until robo can sweetheart."

we stopped at the buzzer, and i let lucy out of the rope cutting it neatly with a rusty bread knife. cooper then took his satchel things off and pressed the button for the robotic voice answered. i turned to give a small smile to lucy mouthing a sorry.

"transaction"

"yes?"

"two months of vials exchange one female mint condition..... near mint condition"

"condition grading requires physical evaluation please send her in"

i stood next to the ghoul and nudged him and leaned to whisper quietly.

"seriously coop? its a bit harsh, dont ya think?"

he blatantly ignored me and harshly spoke to lucy instead, gesturing for lucy to go inside with his gun.

"go on"

i scoffed as she was walking into the super duper mart, taking one look back before going for good. i sigh deeply as i sat down on the desert floor wondering if that was really necessary, cooper stood still head tilting down but he looked like he was wobbling a little before collapsing in front of me.

"jesus christ coop!"

i got up and dragged him into some shade at the trading shop wall out of the blaring sun. it seemed like he was half paralyzed, only moving his eyes and breathing making a slight wheezing sound.

"codsworth better make this shit quick, but i do feel bad for her though"

after realising he wasn't gonna be able to speak or move until the yellow stuff came out from that British talking can of bolts, i decided to just fill the silence with my dumb talk.

"sooooo..... what now the head is gone, and we can't get it out of that axolotl and that was a lot of caps too...that sucks.. so did we really have to do that? You know i can afford at least a months worth with my caps..... okay, i know why, but still..... little of topic, but you looked really hot with that lasso... im going to shut up now"

looking away and blushing, i settled on whistling some old song i listened to ages ago. I might have been on a radio. i can't remember 'lay that pistol down, babe. lay that pistol down pistol packing mama lay that pistol down' its catchy.

some ghouls came out of the front of the super duper mart, they looked anywhere between newly turned and almost feral i just nodded at one and they continued 'well shit that totally isnt going to bite us in the ass later' hearing a loud gunshots made me jump out of my skin, and thankfully it stayed inside the building. 2 shots rang out and then silence before another loud shot. 'fuck well those idiots are dead and so is lucy dang she was nice' i sucked in through my teeth and waited for codsworth to get the supplies out, waiting and waiting and soon after lucy came out 'huh wow she's not dead and looking better in that' with her jumpsuit half off, wearing some armour and got a gun holster, she stood over us and dropped down facing cooper before speaking.

"if you dont get theses you turn into one of those? that how it works?"

she stood there looking at us both. i made no attempt to move, just shrugging lucy, then leaned to me, placing some vials in my palm before turning back to Cowboy Man.

"i may end up looking like you, but ill never be like you"

"you were nice but fuck your friend"

"rightfully so, actually im trying thanks"

she turned back with a "you fucking serious glance" i just returned a smile and a wave off she shook her head with a sigh and walking off.

"golden rule mother fucker..."

as she left as i prepped the vial into the asthma pump looking thing and putting it to coopers face in which he quickly breathed it in chocking a little and he slowly sat himself up and hastily taking another one out of my hand before standing up and having another leaning back taking it in fully and speed walking into the building i walked behind him slowly and halting as i looked at the bloody mess made in here 'jesus a massacre happened they killed each other' cooper rummaged through stuff at a table before making a loud slamming noise and glass falling to the floor

"haha! darling look at all of these!"

"Holy hell, that's gonna last us for ages a year maybe... your condition is getting worse..... It's a shame that we need a new supplier now. i kinda liked those guys"

walking over to the table there was dozens of vials enough to suffice for a year if rationed, and i started to pick up the carelessly thrown ones from the ground looking them over before deciding they weren't broken and placing them into my backpack in every pocket i could fill them in. while cooper stuffed his cowboy hat full of handfuls from the case and about while i inspected the bodies i was right about dumbass and co being dead but this one ghoul looked like an ammeter shot her it must of been lucy, non the less i was moving all the bodies to one place and out of the way this would be a great place to rest for the time being and that sofa looked really comfortable wouldn't want the bodies making the place smell horrid although the blood was a nice change the metallic smell almost comforting to me.

"hey coop? maybe we should stay here for the night it'll be far to tiering to get to a town from here and the sun is already setting"

"hm?.. oh yeah sure thing (...)"

hey seemed distracted by a tape but he was quick to throw it away over his shoulder and turning to face me.

"how about we uh celebrate this little victory eh darling?"

he walked over to a fridge opening it, and then grabbing two glass bottles of nuka cola. the rocket shape was part of the brand and an effective market tool, cooper passed me one i held up the glass and a shot rang out as he clipped the cap off of my glass, and doing the same for his own and he sat next to me on the sofa. the fizzy liquid sizzling in my hand.

"thanks, should we cheers?"

cooper smiled smiling facing me and clinking our glasses together and nodding his head.

"cheers"

we linked arms at the elbow 'almost like a couple nope nope stop that' and took a sip from our respective bottles sighing as i got my arm back from him.

"so what now?"

"we'll figure it out"

i leaned back taking another sip of the nuka cola clinking the bottle with my nails as a distraction 'welp its now or never' taking another large sip before leaning over and giving the ghoul a quick peck on the cheeck, and quickly turning away and drinking my embaresment down.

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"the hell was that?"

"nothing dont worry about it"

"no no darling why did you stop?"

"I ..huh?"

I looked at him now kinda shocked, and dumbfounded, my face heating up more than the radiation

"I'll ask again. Why did ya stop with just that?"

"I m mean it took a lot out of me to just fo that"

"Come on, you think I wouldn't notice how you looked at me, and the hell was that confession earlier you like my lasso skills aye sweetheart? I could show in in more depth"

His hot fingers run along my clothed thigh, slowly tracing patterns up them, edging near but then going back down before he stopped completely I was caught up in his actions

"Hey darl, ya still with me? I need an answer"

"I uhm that would be uh nice"

Cooper places his half drunken nuka cola on the table with a small clink noise, and soon he was on top of me smirking like he dose his knees now between mine as we lay on the sofa moving to the side to lay down, and cooper hanged over me leaning down to kiss my decaying lips, the same rough texture that slotted into his perfectly. as the kiss deepened the more hungry the both of us got, now teeth clashing in the heated kiss trying to fight for dominance, I felt a hot hand run up my side before coming under my shirt the radiation heat was intoxicating, literally. his touch travelled up until it reached my bra. In the wasteland its not smart to take anything off, so he carefully got around the fabric, brining my bra down a letting the soft skin come out. the same hand now playing with them slowly making circle's around my nipples and pinching them. his body pushing closer to finding friction and my hips followed, down into his. the heated kiss broke and we both pant desperately, getting oxygen into our body's. the downsides to being a ghoul was of course the radiation, but also the loss of touch, the skin was so much different leathery and stuck in the position it decided to wrinkle to. I couldn't feel my hand or arm that well, so who knows how deprived cooper was he acted feral if it wasn't for the fact he had like 5 vials I would assume he was.

"How about we switch us darling. let you ride the cowboy you so desperately want"

He got off of me and stood up, taking his coat off. I sat up quickly and he laid down on the scratched up sofa, motioning for me to get on top I could see now just how hard he was straining against the fabric of his trousers, my mouth went dry and I was quick to get on top of him, before he stopped me with a calm tine and that stupid sexy smirk.

"Ah no take those of first"

He nodded his head to the bottom half of me, so I did just that a little to fast, my pussy was begging for this, and I couldn't stop to think as I took of my trousers, leaving my underwear on for some dignity. and then I got onto my legs on either side of his waist I felt him thrust his hip slightly up and it caught me off balance a squeak coming from my lips as i gripped the side to keep me upright, he chuckled knowing full well he did that, and he continued rocking my body forward I agve up trying to stay up and caught his lips again this time slower, more coordinated melting into each other. his hands coming back up to play with my chest moaning into the kiss, the slow movements almost driving me insane I broke from the kiss and rocked my hips across his clothed erection

GET CUCKED BECUSE I LOST MOTIVATION