#bluelizardasks

what if the guys pretended you had your privacy in the shower or bathroom but they installed hidden cameras instead and watched reader 😵‍💫

also hope you're doing well! i know the brain slump periods all too well and just take your time getting back to writing 💓

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This is supposed to be freaky and hot but cameras in the bathroom are like the one thing I cannot ignore the reality of LMAO like… wdym there’s a camera recording me while I’m pooping… wdym someone is watching me scrub every crevice…

This was actually something I was so freaked out about when I’d have my friends over (specifically any dudes) I’d be like “there’s a camera in here I just know it…”

I just can’t get over it. In a hot awesome and fictional world they would not be watching reader on the toilet but the thought still lingers in the back of my mind, even when I’m the one who’s deciding they aren’t watching her lol I’m too anxious for this

On the other hand…

Aw this is so cute a lil nickname just for me

Bluey is cute but I can see how it wouldn’t sit right since it’s already taken by the cartoon lol, but some people refer to me as just Blue and that works well I think

I’ve had someone ask to call me Liz but I know someone IRL who goes by that so it makes me feel weird and I don’t like it. Lizard however I could work with

Fun fact about my username (idk if I shared this or not) but I was an episode fiend when I was a kid and one of the authors I was reading had the username ColdMilk & she said she picked it bc she had a glass of cold milk in front of her when she was making her account so she just picked that.

Yes! I toy with this idea a lot when I’m writing little chapters but I never do because idk how I’d do the point of views. It’s in 2nd person obviously & when I’ve written in the 141’s perspective I’ve used 3rd person, but I always worry I won’t be able to cleanly transition between 2nd person reader pov and 3rd person 141 pov

She gets no real pleasure from it but shes not disgusted by it shes used to using her body to get exactly what she wants.

She'll lay there like a doll during it and then after demand somthing it could be somthing as simple as a book or expensive like a necklace.

If they confront her about it she gets annoyed

“what do you mean you want me to participate more!?“

“If you give me somthing i like maybe ill pretend to enjoy it“

“you want my body so why do you keep complaining“

If Johnny asks her a question she deems stupid then she glares

“Why are you asking if i love you?“

“do my chores for me and i may tell you a few pretty lies“

Shes never the first to initiate affection and she never will be the only time she really gets emotional is if her childhood is brought up or theh ask her about her past shes hissing a stern “stop asking me stupid questions that dont matter“

Mmmm this would drive them nuts

She figures out quickly that they’re easy to extort. All she has to do is let them have their fun, and then she can have pretty much whatever she wants.

She’s laying in bed next to John after he pulled her away for some ‘fun’. She waits for him to reach for his phone before she makes her demand.

“I want a new book. Order it for me?”

It’s not really a question. She knows she’s getting what she wants, she just knows John’s more receptive if she asks, or at least pretends it’s a request and not a demand.

Whenever she wants something, she waits for one of them to inevitably come to her to get off. If she really wants something and doesn’t feel like waiting, she entices them. She’ll dress in their clothes, walking around in nothing but one of their hoodies and a pair of underwear. she’ll brush up against them whenever she can, making it seem like a little accident. She’ll grind her ass against whoever pulled her into their lap, using the excuse that she’s just trying to get comfortable. It’s all strategic, she’s only doing it to get what she wants.

Ironically, the four of them start to feel like they’re the ones being used. She’s flirty and touchy and provocative, but as soon as they get her in bed, she’s completely uninterested.

Johnny’s the first to complain. “Why do ya look so bored right now? Am I not doin’ a good enough job?”

He’s met with an incredulous glare. What a stupid question. “Stop talking” is the only answer he gets. He tries harder, though, moving faster and rubbing her clit to try and make it better for her, but all she does is slap his hand away. “Don’t do that. Just hurry up.”

Johnny doesn’t hurry up. “C’mon, hen. Touch me. Scratch my back, pull my hair… I don’t mind. Just do something.”

She snaps at him now. “I said hurry up.”

Now, him and the others are trying to figure out why she won’t participate.

Kyle sits down with her, prying and asking more stupid questions.

“Isn’t it good for you?”

“Tell us what to do, and we’ll make it better.”

“We want you to join in, love. Not lay there like a doll.”

That makes her snap. “What do you mean you want me to join in?! Why would I do that?”

Kyle’s taken aback by her response. “…because you’ll feel good if you participate. We want you to feel good, too.”

She scoffs at that. “Get me something nice and maybe I’ll pretend to like it.”

The show she puts on for them (only after she gets what she wants) isn’t enough, though, and they still complain, which only makes her more irate.

“You want my body, and I’m giving it to you. You want to fuck me and I’m letting you. So why are you still complaining?”

Even after she makes it clear she doesn’t like having sex with them, that she’s only doing it because she knows it’ll get her what she wants, they still try to make it good for her.

Simon tries to go down on her, but she pushes his head away until he promises to buy her a new necklace. She lays limp and bored while he licks her, trying to get her off. It doesn’t work, though, and eventually she starts pushing him off again.

Kyle tries his hardest to get her off, but he’s met with the same reaction that Simon and Johnny are met with. Every attempt to touch her, to make her feel good, is shut down until she’s promised a gift.

Johnny stupidly tries guilting her one night. “Why won’t you participate? Don’t ye love me?”

That earns him a look of contempt and disgust. “Why are you asking me such a stupid question? You already know the answer.”

The hurt look on his face doesn’t make her feel bad. Instead, she sees it as an opportunity. “Take care of my chores for me and I might tell you some pretty lies.”

John is by far the easiest to handle. He doesn’t bother trying to make you play along, doesn’t act like a try hard, and he doesn’t ask stupid questions. He knows what he has to do if he wants you.

“A real pretty necklace caught my eye at the shops today. Ride me, and it’s yours.”

“I’ll get you your favorite dessert if you moan for me.”

“Tell me I make you feel good and I’ll do the dishes for you.”

The other three try one last effort to make her open up. They sit her down at the table like it’s some kind of intervention, and they’re about to tell her she has a serious problem.

“Why are you so against intimacy? Did something happen to you before?”

“How was your childhood?”

Immediately she shuts them down. “Don’t ever ask me something so ridiculous and irrelevant ever again.”

It would definitely take them aback but in the best way possible

not to make this about myself (I say as I make it about myself) but when I was like 15 my boyfriend at the time gave me his hoodie to wear during marching band practice (I’m a nerd) & it was pretty big on me but he was so pleased with that, that he turned to the kid next to us and told him to look how big it was on me. The kid next to us did NOT gaf at all which was pretty funny. Boyfriend at the time then called me short which pissed me off because I am NOT short I am 5’10 and I was not short then either

So I feel like they’d have that reaction too but magnified because they didn’t expect to find you wearing their clothes in the first place.

Content warning for descriptions of size (specifically referring to reader as small bc of how the 141’s clothes fit her)

Here’s some details of the not-research i did for this this 🤓 I’ll make the text green so you can scroll to the actual answer to this ask if you dont wanna read my pointless rambling

So the first exposure I had to the pressure therapy was a weighted blanket but I never actually used one (my sister did but I never used it cuz her weighted blanket wasn’t fuzzy and I like my blankets to be fuzzy so I can press them against my nose) & then I saw it in that episode of Grey’s Anatomy where they have a cardiologist(? I think) who’s autistic and she gets overstimulated and needs to be squeezed to help her parasympathetic nervous system response (parasympathetic nervous system is what calms your body down after a fear response) so when I visited this ask I looked it up to make sure this was real and not tv drama, so I started doing a bunch of googling (on Ecosia ofc bc fuck ai overview) but I wasn’t getting the right results with what I was searching

I started with “pressure & parasympathetic nervous system” which just got a bunch of articles explaining stress responses, then I tried “why do you swaddle babies” thinking the tight swaddle would produce the same reaction but got a bunch of articles discussing the safety of swaddling, then I tried another variation of pressure & how it helps the parasympathetic nervous system & still got nothing. Finally I searched “why do weighted blankets help with anxiety” which honestly should’ve been the obvious thing to search, especially since this ask literally says weighted blanket but I guess I didn’t notice that

Anyway I found a pubmed article and I was going to read all of it but decided I didn’t want to! But I read enough to learn that this is called deep pressure therapy & that the authors of the article built a wearable device for it & that results varied. Maybe I should read the whole article…

Anyway here’s the actual ask lol

The weighted blanket you had pre-kidnapping was a life saver, but you had to get rid of it after a while, whether it was dirty beyond cleaning or too old or whatever. You didn’t get the chance to buy a new one before you were kidnapped, so now you’re left with no weighted blanket.

You started improvising by layering blankets and then pillows on top of yourself, but that wasn’t cutting it at all. The solution presents itself to you, though, when Johnny lays himself on top of you for a cuddle. He’s so heavy, his bulk providing the pressure and weight you’ve been craving.

The problem is getting this pressure therapy when you want it. You try acting up, getting yourself punished on purpose so that Johnny will come to comfort you and lay on top of you again, but that isn’t a very sustainable source at all. You only try it once before scrapping the idea; your logic was to do something small and get a ‘gentle’ punishment, but apparently there’s no such thing as a gentle punishment in John’s eyes.

You have to bite the bullet and ask for one of them to be your human weighted blanket.

You go to Kyle first. He’s not too heavy, and you trust him enough to keep this a secret. Johnny would blab immediately, you don’t want John, and Simon might be too big.

Kyle’s happy to be your weighted blanket, and he’s perfect for it. He’s just the perfect weight, heavy but not suffocating, and he’ll lay with you, still and quiet, for hours if that’s what you want.

A new problem arises, though. Kyle’s not always home when you need some pressure relief, so now you have to go to someone else. Johnny’s your next pick— you already know he’s a good source of pressure, you just have to make him swear he won’t tell anyone about this. A threat works perfectly: if he tells, he loses the privilege of the role. Your secret is safe.

Having two of them should be enough to get you by, but it’s not. As your seasonal depression sets in, your anxiety gets worse, and you find yourself needing the comforting pressure more and more.

You ask Simon next, and while he agrees to help you, he feels a bit skeptical. He’s a big man, and he’s worried he’ll hurt you. You’re a bit worried yourself, not because you think he’ll hurt you but because if he’s too heavy, that means you have to wait for Kyle or Johnny to come home. You’re particularly keyed up this day, though, and as Simon gradually puts more of his weight onto you, you realize all that you were missing out on. Sure, it’s kind of hard to breathe, but the pressure is phenomenal. It’s so incredibly grounding, like a bear hug but better. Simon doesn’t stay like that for long, though, once he notices your wheezing. You’ll have to work on that. Maybe you can convince him that being unable to take a full breath is worth it.

John stays left out for a while. Whenever you’re home with just him, you suck it up until the others get back, eventually, you have to give in.

Something sets you off, sends you into a panic, and john’s trying so hard to calm you down but nothing is working. Finally, you break and tell him to get on top of you.

“…what?” He asks, confused by the odd request.

“Lay on top of me like a blanket.”

And he does.

It’s so much nicer than you thought it would be. You get over your dislike for John pretty fast. It’s easy to like him when he’s so warm and he’s crushing you so nicely. Maybe he isn’t so bad…

Now that they all know about you and your pressure therapy, you develop a little routine. You go to Johnny, Kyle, or John when you just need a little relief, and you go to Simon when you’re feeling especially panicked. They’re all mostly similar in weight, but Simon won’t lay on you unless he thinks you really need it. He’s the only one who’s too afraid of hurting you to lay his whole weight on you… wuss.

They could just buy you a weighted blanket, but that would mean you wouldn’t need them anymore.

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I am bitey reader bitey reader is me

Johnny’s being himself & reader is just too overwhelmed. Everything is grating on her nerves today, and Johnny’s unfortunate enough to make a jab to ‘lighten the mood.’

“What’s with the scowl? Did the wee puppy miss her walk?”

The joke is the final straw. If he wants a dog, she’ll show him a dog.

She lunges and sinks her teeth down into his arm, biting down.

“Fuck!”

Johnny shouts in pain and grabs her by the hair, yanking her off his arm. Johnny’s now sporting teeth indents that pin-prick bleed. She regrets not biting harder.

Soon enough, she’s punished, John making sure her regret is shifted from not biting hard enough to regretting biting at all. What’s worse, though, is they muzzle her. It looks almost like a leather mask but with a mouth bit, something an athlete would wear to protect their teeth. It’s humiliating, and they make her wear it for the whole day.

She learns not to bite out of anger after that. But…

As time goes on and she gets more comfortable with the men, she starts to feel almost affectionate. She’s not sure how to go about expressing this, though. Hugs and kisses are for normal relationships, and it doesn’t feel right to her.

One particular day, Simon is being extra sweet to her. He pampers her, cooks her something delicious for breakfast, surprises her with her favorite sweets, lets her pick a movie… they’re sat in his chair together, her back to his chest and his arms wrapped around her when she gets the impulse and runs with it. She nips at his bicep, testing the waters. When Simon tenses, but doesn’t stop her, she does it again, and keeps biting until the urge is gone.

Later that night, when he gives her a quick goodnight kiss, she reciprocates, kind of. She bites at his jaw, just a little nibble.

She starts biting the others when she feels particularly affectionate with them, and they learn that biting is her version of a kiss.

She starts biting when things get heated, too.

-ps: thank you for taking time to answer everyone’s asks this is so fun feels like a book club.

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Ooh this is good

John doesn’t know what to make of it when she sits herself down in his lap all on her own, without being told or even hinted to do it. She doesn’t push his hand away when it settles on her hip, doesn’t run away when he wraps an arm around her waist to tug her closer. She stays there for the rest of the night.

The next day, when John sits down with a drink, he pats his thigh with a warm smile. “C’mere, love.”

But she scowls at him and leaves the room entirely, going upstairs to hide instead. John’s baffled, has to pick his jaw up off the floor. What the hell? She was so cuddly yesterday, and today she looked sick at the thought of him.

Johnny gets scratched that night when he’s in bed and tries to pull her over to his side of the bed. He can’t understand it either, not when she was so eager to cuddle the night before.

Come morning, she stays in her room. She doesn’t come down for breakfast, and she doesn’t say anything when it’s delivered to her. She just takes the plates and shoos whoever brings it to her out of the room. It’s like that for the whole day, and she somehow manages to kick Johnny out for the night. He has to sleep in Simon’s room.

She’s not as extreme for the next few days, but she’s still vehemently opposed to touching. Then, suddenly, when shes on the couch with Kyle and Johnny, she lays herself down in their laps. Her head lays against Kyle’s thigh, and her legs in Johnny’s lap.

They both sit frozen and rigid, as if they’re afraid this is a trap. Johnny slowly sets one hand down on her calf, and when all she does is sigh, they relax. Kyle pets up and down her arm, and Johnny massages her feet and legs, deciding it’s better not to mention how if they had tried this yesterday, she would’ve bitten their heads off.

Later that night, Johnny goes to bed with Simon again, deciding to play it safe and give her space. Johnny gets himself comfy, and Simon’s just about to turn off his bedside lamp when she pokes her head into the door, her pillow tucked under one arm and a blanket under the other. She lets herself in without a word and crawls into the bed, sandwiching herself between them. They’re puzzled, to say the least, but they definitely don’t mind, even if it is a bit crowded.

When she’s sat at the table, waiting for breakfast, Johnny puts his hand on her shoulders and tries to massage. She shoves him away and hisses at him, “don’t touch me.” He sulks and turns his attention to Kyle instead.