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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Visit Him (Part 8)

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

You wake up next to Rhea who's already sitting in bed on her phone, scrolling through Instagram. You sit up too and stretch yourself.

"Good morning" she smiles. "Morning" you reply and yawn. You can't remember the last time you slept so peacefully.

"ugh" you groan and fall back into the pillows. "what's wrong?" Rhea giggles. "It's just that I don't have anymore clothes with me and the rest is still at my ex-boyfriend's"

"you can wear some of mine for today and later we could go visit him to get all your stuff back" she suggests.

You look at her, shocked at what she just said. "Are you insane?! I can't go back there!" "I'd come with you and teach him a lesson" Demi shrugs.

You sigh, "Rhea, I-I can't do that. Then he'll know where I am and.. and he's gonna come and get me when I'm alone and-"

You are cut of by rhea gently placing a finger over your mouth. She then cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

"It's okay darling, no one's gonna hurt you anymore. I promise." you give her a sad smile. "ok fine.. but can you ask the boys to come with us? I feel safer with them."

"sure" she smiles. You never thought that you'd feel safe in the presence of any other men ever again.

It's her. You think. She's the reason. She makes everything better.

Demi called the boys and they agreed to help you. About an hour later the doorbell rings and you let them in.

"Sooo, what's the plan?" Dom asks as you're all settled in the living room. You look at Rhea for help. She gives you a questioning look and you nod. She doesn't need to say anything for you to know what she means.

She let's them know everything that happened, from the beginning of the abuse to her finding and rescuing you by coincidence.

After she finished it's silent for a few seconds. Damian is the first to speak, his hands are balled into fists and he seems very tense in general.

"He's not coming out there alive" he growls, a furious look in his eyes. It scares you a bit because it reminds you of your ex, but it also makes you happy, seeing how much they care for you.

"I'm in!" Dominic and Finn say simultaneously. "We'll take my car" Damian says and stands up. "Don't worry y/n, I'm not going to let him even look in your direction ever again!"

You smile. Damian seems so tough and almost dangerous at first sight, but he's actually one of the sweetest and most caring persons you met.

You all get into the car, Damian and Finn in the front and you in the back between Rhea and Dom. Rhea has her hand on your thigh in order to calm you down.

She's not flirting, she's just trying to calm you down! You think. You feel yourself get a little wet. "Fuck" you curse quietly. "Whats wrong?" Demi asks.

"Can you take your hand off my thigh please?" you whisper and she removes it. "Can I ask why?" "later"

You arrive at his house and get out of the car. "Do you want to knock or should I just kick in the door right away?" Damian asks.

You chuckle at how furious he is. "Hey calm down man" Finn says "I'm gonna ring" Dom shrugs and presses the doorbell.

It's opened by a fairly tall and muscular man. "Aw, did you finally decide it's better to come back or did your new friends convince you?" he mocks.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that" Damian yells and is about to lunge at him but Finn and Dom manage to hold him back.

"We're just here to get her remaining stuff" Rhea says, trying to stay calm. "ha" your ex scoffs "and she couldn't have done that alone? Are you that much of a pussy?"

Rhea steps forward making him actually take a step back. "Eyo I don't want to fight here, I'm a peaceful person and whatever y/n told you it not true, she just likes the attention she gets with it" he says and raises his arms as a sign of defeat.

"Come on y/n" Rhea pulls you inside and helps you get all your stuff. Once you finished storing everything in the car you take a last look back.

"Come on guys, I don't wanna be here any longer" you say. As Damian doesn't move you walk up to him an put a hand on his arm. He immediately relaxes and follows you back to the car.

As you're driving Dom carefully asks "I might be wrong but he didn't seem the way you described him" "He never showes his true face in public" you simply reply. The rest of the car ride went pretty silent.

Once you are back inside Rhea's apartment you collapse onto the ground crying. "Woah hey" Damian kneels down next to you. "What's wrong?" Demi asks and pulls you into a hug. Damian rests his hand on your back gently stroking it.

"Nothing I'm just so relieved" you smile through the tears. Rhea laughs and hugs you even tighter. Damian embracing the two of you and Dominic and Finn joining in for a group hug.

"Thank you guys. For everything!"

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vecnawrites · 6 months

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A Pure Bodypainting Experience

It's Halloween, and Joan is looking forward to the family party that the Arcs hold every year. She and her aunt have matching costumes, after all! However, before they get into them, Cynthia has something she wants to do with her niece...

“Nmmnnppph~!” Joan whined, a blush on her face and doing her best not to wiggle in place as tickly, tingly pleasure washed over her form, starting from her breasts and spreading out and through her body, the wetness spreading along her breasts as she watched her smiling aunt paint her bare breasts with orange paint, her own bust just as bare, covered with orange and black paint from her own work.

A bright giggle from her aunt filled her ears. “Hold still, Joanie~! We don’t want to have to wipe all the paint off and start over again, now do we?” Cynthia teased with a smile as she moved the paintbrush along

Her blush became darker as she remembered just how she had gotten put into this position…

Earlier That Day…

“Hi, Auntie!” Joan chirped as she looked over her Halloween costume this year, a costume of Power Girl that she finally felt confident enough to wear, and she knew that her Aunt had a similar one: Supergirl.

She had always loved doing matching costumes, like when she and Mordred had gone as two of their ancestral family members, Artoria and Jeanne, or when she had managed to convince Saphron and Terra to go as belly dancers (Modest ones! Most of their bodies were actually covered) with her (though she didn’t know why they looked so strained that night...or where the costumes went after that Halloween…)

But while she knew that they had managed to coordinate their costumes, she also wondered why her auntie had asked her to come early, much earlier than she thought she would (it wasn’t even eleven in the morning, and the Halloween Party for the family wasn’t until six this evening), but she wasn’t too bothered by the fact. She loved spending time with her aunt.

Joan found herself engulfed in her aunt’s hug, and wrapped her arms around her in response, giggling softly as she felt their breasts squish together, a hint of guilt filling her. She knew that it felt good, and that always embarrassed her that simply hugging someone could make her feel the way that it did. It was why she hardly ever went without her binder or thick bra, but today there was no need for it.

...so now she was just in her Pumpkin Pete hoodie and a thin undershirt, her boobs tingling and nipples swollen and pressing against the silk.

“So, are you looking forward to the party tonight?” shoving the guilt and mild shame away, Joan smiled brightly, nodding.

“Yes! I’ve been looking forward to it since I got my costume!” she bounced on her feet as she thought about how she would look later, dressed in the outfit of the confident Power Girl. Due to her shyness, she had always found herself drawn to costumes of women that were powerful and confident, wanting to draw on that same confidence for herself.

It was always thrilling, to be someone knew, someone more confident, someone who wasn’t ashamed to show off their body…

Granted, she was much more confident now, but the matter still stood that she loved wearing things that she normally wouldn’t dare wear normally.

And her auntie always helped her find costumes perfect for her, which was sometimes hard, considering how...blessed she was in curves. It always made finding a costume that fit a right pain in her bouncy bubble butt.

She was pulled from her musings as she heard her aunt laugh, the sound merry and happy, only bringing her own joy up as well. “Sweetie, you decided on your costume in May.” she teased, making Joan blush. It wasn’t her fault that she enjoyed dressing up and the parties!

Turning to the side a bit, she forced the pout down that wanted to surface. She was going to Beacon, darn it! Pouting was for children!

She completely missed the small smile that formed on her aunt’s face.

Though she didn’t miss her words. “Hey, Joanie...want to do a little painting project before the party~?” she asked, looking at her with a smile that would send anyone but her running for the hills. But not her. That smile only promised fun.

“Sure, auntie! What are we going to paint?”

Back To Present...

‘What are we going to paint, indeed…’ Joan thought with a dark blush, looking down at her aunt as she dragged the brush laden with orange paint across her breast, the pink of her swollen nipple peeking through since it wasn’t yet painted, the color clashing with the orange.

She was surprised that her whole body wasn’t red. She hadn’t been expecting body painting!

And of course her auntie made her do it to her first! She had been so embarrassed as her aunt shamelessly stripped down to her black thong and put her arms behind her head, thrusting her chest out and telling her to grab a brush and start painting.

And she did, though her hands were so shaky that she had to wipe her aunt’s chest clean and restart.

Then she mismanaged the placement of her brush strokes, meaning she needed to wipe her aunt’s chest clean and start over again.

The third time was the charm, though Joan felt shame as she noticed her aunt’s nipples were swollen and she realized that she had caused that. Thankfully, her aunt didn’t seem to be angry in any way, simply giving her a small smile as she did her best to make her painting job not look as lopsided as she thought it was.

Thankfully, by the time she was done, it wasn’t that bad looking, a single eye and half of the jagged, grinning mouth on each breast.

Looking down, her aunt grinned and bounced on her feet, making her chest bounce wildly, before taking the brush from her and telling her to ‘assume the position’, leaving her like this.

Hands braced on the back of her head, thrusting her embarrassingly large chest out, wearing only her blue side tie bikini panties, which were getting shamefully wet as the brush moved over the flesh of her breasts, her nipples swelling embarrassingly as the pale skin was coated in a healthy coat of orange.

“There’s no need to be shy, Joanie, okay? You’re a beautiful young woman, and this is just for fun~!” that did not help the wetness in her panties to stop, but hey, what could she do?

Tell her aunt, the woman who had helped her through all the awkward things in her life as a Pure Girl, “Hey, this is making my panties a swamp and making me feel really good, can we stop please?”

She wanted to sink into the earth just thinking that.

But she forced the embarrassment down. Her aunt looked so happy doing this with her, and it honestly was fun to do, if embarrassing beyond belief. But then, several of the things that her aunt had done with her had been fun, yet embarrassing.

Finally, the orange was done, and Joan swallowed hard as all that was left was the gaps left for the eyes and mouth…

As her aunt dipped the new brush in black paint, Joan bit down on her lower lip, praying she didn’t make any embarrassing noises…

Though not wanting to make any noise only made the sensations worse as her nipples were stroked by the soft, prickly bristles of the paintbrush, pleasure rushing straight down between her legs.

She fought not to make any noise, quivering in place as her core fluttered, her underwear growing wet as pleasure filled her.

She prayed that her auntie didn’t notice the lines of sticky liquid trailing down her inner thighs…

Finally, the trial was over, and as they wiped themselves clean of the excess paint that was on their forearms and thighs, Joan managed to discreetly wipe herself clean of the fluids that had drooled out of her body.

She sighed softly, wincing a bit as she pulled her panties back up and made sure the tie was secure, feeling the wetness of her own fluids against her skin before she looked at herself in the mirror.

...as embarrassing as it was to admit, the paint job that her aunt did was incredibly well done. If you didn’t know about it, it was almost like she wasn’t topless at all…

...though the chill of the fan blowing across her bare breasts and between her legs wasn’t helping her at all!

She was pulled form her thoughts as she heard her aunt call for her. “Come on, Joan! Let’s take a picture together!”

Blue eyes widened.

Joan blushed as she was pulled against her aunt’s body, their hips bumping together as they stood before her mounted scroll. This was so embarrassing!

But, her aunt was right. She did need to live a little, and well, it wasn’t like either of them were going to go and post this on social media…

Blushing, she made a peace sign with her hand, her other arm wrapped around her aunt’s waist, her aunt matching her and grinning at the camera.

Snap!

Joan watched her aunt bounce (some parts more than others...did she look like that when she moved?) over to the scroll and glance at the picture, smiling brightly before tapping the screen, her own scroll buzzing as she was sent the photo as well.

Glancing at it, she smiled softly, even as her blush threatened to deepen. It really did come out well.

Despite that, she knew that they had to get the paint off, otherwise it would stain their outfits, and she did not want her mother knowing that she had painted her boobs and took a topless photo! She’d be grounded until she was thirty!

“That was fun, auntie...we need to get ready for the party soon, though…” Joan realized, as she checked the time.

“That we do, little knight...that we do...come on, we’ll share a shower to ensure we get all the paint off~” Joan swallowed, but nodded. Her auntie was right, of course, after all, there was nothing wrong with sharing a shower with someone you trusted!

And after this, they’d get to show of their costumes!

Following her auntie up the stairs, Joan felt some eagerness for what was to come later that night fill her, looking forward to the family party.

In the living room, both scrolls sat innocently, both bearing the pictures of the aunt and niece in body paint.

#Painting Pumpkins #Happy Halloween #Pure Girl AU #Joan Arc #Cynthia Arc #Bodypainting #Nudity #Arousal #Embarrassment #Art On AO3

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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Jason Todd and Sundresses?

Jason Todd was a simple man. He had simple tastes. He liked big guns, curvy ladies- specifically curvy ladies in flimsy cotton dresses. And more specifically than that, he liked you in flimsy cotton dresses.

The covered so much- and so little at the same time. And watching you now, getting ready to go to dinner. Sun warmed skin, hair escaping from it's carefully placed pins already. Yellow fabric printed with tiny pink flowers that covered your arms and left your shoulders bare and stopped suspiciously high on your thigh. Leaving an expanse of smooth skin he'd kill a man for looking at too long. And his mouth is dry.

"Jay? Everything okay?"

"New dress?" he asked, smiling. If it was new you'd probably be irritated at him if he tore it off.

"I bought it on sale last fall- it was too cold to wear it before now," you pout, turning in front of the mirror, "I didn't think it'd be this short-"

"Hmm," Jason grunted, trying not to lick his lips when you tug at the fabric. It is short- but he wouldn't say it was too short. It could be shorter, but if it was he'd never get you out of the bedroom. He's not sure how he's going to make it through dinner- but at least now if he tore it off you, he could say it was too short anyway. "We're going to be late."

"Shoot," you murmur, biting your lip and glancing towards the closet.

"Don't you dare," he rumbled, crossing the floor and scooping up your jewelry to help you with it.

"But it's-"

"It's not too short," he rumbled, kissing the back of your neck as he clasped your necklace, "If anything it's not short enough."

"Jay-" you protest, feeling heat pool in your belly.

"Please don't change?" he pleaded teasingly, pressing soft kisses against the inside of your wrist, gratified when the pulse kicked under his lips and he watched your pupils dilate when he glanced up.

"Fine," you breathe, not able to sound as fed up as you'd hoped.

And Jason grinned- maybe he could rip this dress up afterall.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #fluff #flirting #arousal #minors dni #anon ask #ask answered

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