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4ngels0uls · 6 months ago

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just shut the fuck up already! - C.B

don’t like? don’t read.

based off this

summary: carrington and y/n have sex so loud that it interrupts jake and johnnie’s video.

paring: fem!reader + boyfriend!carrington.

warnings: SMUT, use of y/n, “handcuffs”, little pet names (pretty girl, etc?), little bit of yelling, teasing, and strong language, etc.

A/N: (i know carrington is not like this. he kinda is tho?) god i love but hate writing. it’s a love/hate relationship 😣. also thank you to @miss-september

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1st person pov

“okay bye guys, we’re going to film!” jake yells as he walks out the door with johnnie. i look at carrington as i’m on his bed and he’s doing his 24 hour stream. “HELLO AT THE MALL!” carrington yells as he plays with a toy, stretching it. i look at him and the whole thing snaps on him. my jaw drops as i try not to laugh. carrington looks over at me and scoffs, with his mouth wide open.q till everybody asks who he’s looking at, since they don’t know he has a girlfriend. he smirks. “c’mere y/n” he says as he’s covered with the sand that exploded on him from the toy.

i walk over till i’m on frame and the whole chat starts speeding up. i go behind carrington and cover his mouth, at first he’s shocked, but then now he’s calm and holding his hand on my hand. i slowly let go. “jake webber control the weather.” he says quietly and i chuckle a little and he smiles at me through the screen.

i catch him staring at me and we both lock eyes together as we stare into the screen in our faces. i go back to the chat and read it as everyone realizes how we were locking our eyes. i leave the room to the kitchen and carrington follows. “i saw you… the way you looked at me.” he mumbles. i smirk and look at him. “and i saw the way you stared at me.” i say the same thing back. “you caught me.” he smirks and kisses me, holding my waist.

i wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him in the same pace. i pull away. “okay okay i’m going to your room.” i say while smiling. “okay, i’ll just grab a drink.” he says. i go back to his room and slouch on his chair. “sup bitches.” i say as a joke and i smile at the screen as i watch the comments fly by. carrington sneaks up behind me and covers my mouth like how i covered his. my eyes widen and i look into the screen and see it’s carrington.

he chuckles and let’s me go as he sets the cup down, on the desk. “hey you know when jake and johnnie come back?” i ask carrington. “a couple hours.. i think they’re making a video then coming to review when they come back.” he answers. “ohhhh yeah okay.” i smile and read the chat.

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“okay guys we’ll be right back.” he says to the screen in front of him. we walk out the room and as i walk he immediately pins me to the wall and kisses me, holding his hand against my neck. he pulls away and smiles softly and walks away to the kitchen again and i wink at him as he walks away and i head back to his room.

i sit in his chair again and spin “weee” i smile as i spin faster. carrington comes in. “hey guys i’m not feeling well tonight. i’m ending the stream.. hopefully i can stream tomorrow. peace.” he smiles and ends the stream. he kisses me immediately and lifts me up on his desk, pushing the cup off the desk making the plastic fall and spill the drink. carrington doesn’t give two shits about some juice that fell.

he picks me up and sets me on his bed. undoing the string on my sweatpants. i smile at him fidgeting with the string. eventually he undoes it and pulls my pants down, my black lacy thong getting revealed to his pure blue eyes. he smiles at the way they look, trying not to rip them off, knowingly their new. he gives me puppy eyes, asking if he can just rip them off. “yeah no, i just got these carrington.” i say. he gives a little frown and slides them off my hips down to my feet.

he smiles immediately when he sees my glistening pussy. he glides his fingers through my wet slits, i let a soft pathetic moan out and he kisses my neck immediately and leaves a trail of hickeys.

he slowly inserts his two fingers into my core, making me gasp. he chuckles at my gasp and getting his thumb to massage my clit slowly. i moan a bit as he fingers me. eventually he decides to curl his fingers, hitting the right spot. i moan loudly at his actions and he smiles. he fastens his pace, curling his fingers and pumping them in and out of me. i moan loudly as he continues to do this. he smirks up at my face as i squeeze my eyes shut. “f-fuck carrington!” i moan.

i arch my back pretty far till he begins to pump his fingers faster than before. i instantly latch my hands to the sheets, pulling them. “ohh fuckk!” i practically scream as i cum on his fingers. he slowly pulls his fingers out and smiles at me, taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. i smirk at his actions.

i buck my hips against him and whine. “holy shit your needy.” he says in a kinda harsh tone. i roll my eyes a bit. “don’t fucking roll your eyes or i won’t give you shit.” he threatens. “sorry.” i say quietly. “exactly.” he smirks as his talks. he stands up and undresses in front of me, i watch him move as he takes his shirt off, then his pants, then his underwear. he climbs back on top of me and hovers over me.

he flips me over. “ass up, arch your back.” he says with dominance. i do what he orders. he hits a hard slap on my ass. i wince quietly as i feel the sting. he smiles softly and begins to tease, rubbing his tip up and down my slits. “p-please don’t tease.” i whine when he slaps another harsh sting to my ass. “i squeeze my eyes shut at the pain. i breathe in and out slowly as the stinging slowly rushes away.

he finally stops to tease and pushes his long cock into my core, my pussy completely swallowing his cock. he groans at the sight, he watch as his cock goes into my pussy. he smiles. “your so pretty.” he fastens his pace. i begin to moan softly. “mm such pretty noises.” he smiles as he watch’s my body move with his thrusts. he begins to fuck me faster. i moan as i feel him move faster. he starts to also pound into me, going completely harder than before.

i moan even louder. as we hear the front door open it follows up with a familiar voice “oh honeys i’m home!” jake yells. carrington smirks and begins to fuck me harder, like he wants them to hear us fucking. i moan louder than before. “yeah tell them how good i’m fucking you.” he says as his tone is low. he wraps his hand around my neck, not harshly but not softly. he grabs his belt off the ground and pulls my arms behind me and locks them. my face against the pillow. he grabs my hips and fucks me faster.

“ohh fuck fuck !” i moan loudly. they can definitely hear us. i begin to clench around carringtons dick, making him groan. he fucks me a bit harder, eventually hitting that one spot, my g-spot. “oh fuck!” i practically scream. he chuckles. “come on, cum for me” he smirks. i finally release, my orgasm crashing over me, almost making me see stars. “mmm fuck!” i scream as i feel his cum on my back.

he smiles and flips grabs a rag and wipes my back, then undoes my hands, and now flipping me over. i grunt as i hit the bed. he smirks. “oh please dont please do-“ he smashes into my pussy like nothing. “oh fuck!” i scream again. squeezing my eyes shut. he smiles at the sight. he leans down and kisses my neck while he’s fucking me at a ruthless pace. “mm fuck!” i moan. “such a pretty girl.” he hums against my neck.

i bite my lip. “come on pretty girl, let them hear how good i make you feel.” he smiles. he pulls back, the hickeys on my neck starting to form. he fucks me faster, as he watches my pussy swallow his dick once again. “mmm fuck!” i moan loudly. “just shut the fuck up already!” johnnie yells as their trying to film their video.

carrington smirks and is determined to make me louder, he fucks me harder, once again. “carrington!” i scream as start to become sensitive. “mhm scream my name like that, pretty.” he smiles and groans. “mmm fuck!” he moans and throws his head back, cumming inside my tight hole. i moan as i feel him cum inside me. i begin to feel the knot in my stomach snap completely.

he smiles, feeling accomplished that he made me cum. he flops beside me and smiles. “i love you.” carrington smiles. “i love you too.” i smile back as i look over at him.

“oh finally.. THEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” johnnie yells from the next room, making me and carrington laugh out of embarrassment…

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a/n

THANK YOU AGAIN TO - @miss-september for the request.

i finished it😆

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romypearl · 9 months ago

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The Queen's Pawn - Regina George/Oblivious!Reader

Summary: Everyone is interested and obsessed with Regina George, after all, she is the queen of the North Shore, so why does Y/N barely look at her? The new student, oblivious to her existence, intrigues and irritates the blonde at the same time. And she doesn't know how to deal with it.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: None, for now

Word count: +1400

Unrevised

She's boring.

Very annoying.

A total waste of time.

Sometimes seems to live on Mars.

And Regina George doesn't know why she wants to get her attention so badly.

When their gazes met a few weeks earlier in the cafeteria and Y/N greeted her as if she were any other human, well, the blonde has to admit that she felt her stomach lurch into an unfamiliar sensation and all the air being knocked out of her lungs. She had never seen her in North Shore, nor in the city, and it was annoyingly difficult to discreetly find out anything about the new student, after all, she never shows interest in anyone, it's always the other way around. However, as fate would have it, she soon found out that they shared some classes. That's how she knew her name, age, that she's not from Evanston and is very close to fucking Janis 'Imi'ike, with hands intertwined as they cross the tumultuous corridors and play with each other's hair, telling inside jokes. Damn it, it's only the third week and they're joined at the hip. And she's never looked at or waved to Regina in the same way, most of the time she seems almost oblivious to her existence.

The tray seems more interesting than the latest random conversation at the table, she plays with the scattered French fries and sips the diet coke. Thoughts wander far away, full of memories and expectations too, she hasn't seen her all day, soon it will be their shared lesson and she can't stop thinking about the reasons for her absence. If something serious has happened, if she's sick or... skipping class to make out with someone, which is something almost everyone does. But with whom?

Loud laughter breaks her trance, Damian tries to hold back a laugh while Janis hugs Y/N and has a hand over her mouth, trying to stop her from laughing any louder, even though she can't stop herself. The trio are walking to their usual table, ignoring everyone around them. It annoys her to the bone, how easy it is for them to get her attention, to make her laugh. Suddenly, the newbie turns her face in their direction and she could swear she felt her heart stop beating for a millisecond only to start beating 10 times faster, watching her break away from the group and walk towards the Plastics.

"Hi, girls!" she greeted the four with a wave of a hand, ignoring their lack of response, and opened a wide smile, which surprised them with its "boldness". For a moment the blonde thought Y/N would turn and speak directly to her, try to get closer, to have her attention, but she turned to Heron and squatted down, handing over a book, dozens of post-its marking the pages "Here it is, I made some notes and the colors of the bookmarks are my reactions. Hopefully you'll like it as much as I do."

"Thanks! I'll get back to you as soon as I've finished." Cady appreciates it and returns the warm smile, however, the queen bee doesn't miss her cheeks blushing slightly at the brief interaction, making her roll her eyes in disgust "I couldn't find any other copies..."

Regina watches with a mixture of disdain and envy, Y/N should be paying attention to her and only her, not some worthless girl who has just ascended the high school social hierarchy. At the same time, her anxiety barely lets her think, she has never been so close before, she can smell the floral perfume permeating the atmosphere and see the small details of the skin she longs to touch. But there is something she longs for more than that, and that is to get her away from Cady, to make it clear that she is superior and in control.

"You know, Cady, it's admirable that you're willing to sacrifice your free time to make a library rat feel validated." she cuts in, throwing out a biting comment, a forced smile plastered on her face and blue eyes directed at Y/N "But, frankly, I think she should spend less time with books and more learning how to dress without looking like a single 40-year-old librarian."

The sharp words echo through the cafeteria, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the air and all the cliques watching the scene unfold. The girl frowns, surprised and confused by the sudden hostility, and her smile falters. She really can't understand the reason for the gratuitous verbal aggression, she hasn't done anything to deserve such treatment, not even talked to anyone other than one person there before. Her friends didn't give her the same hierarchical speech and tips that they gave Heron, because, unlike her, they didn't see any potential in the other new student to stand out in Regina's eyes and quickly knew that it wouldn't do much good considering how oblivious she is, as well as how indifferent to groups she is. A being apart from the jungle of hormonal teenagers in search of social status.

Nobody expects her to respond, in fact, they believe the opposite will happen. They expect to see a puppy running around with its tail between the legs. Regina feels the temporary taste of triumph in her mouth and waits for her to turn around.

"And you should spend less time dressing up for Coachella and more time studying history, maybe then you'll get at least a C on an elementary school exam." Y/N shrugged and turned to her new friend "Tell me what you thought of the book..."

The beginning-of-semester test that the history teacher always gives to check the students' knowledge. It's this test that she's referring to, which Regina got an embarrassing F in, although it doesn't really bother her as it doesn't count as a formal grade. In contrast to her, the youngest scored an A+ and quickly excelled in the subject.

Another time, with someone else, the blonde was going to kill with one look. This time, to everyone's shock, she throws herself back in her chair and laughs out loud, head thrown back. It's genuine. Her kitten has sharp claws and knows how to use them. She hadn't imagined that the quiet, peaceful and compassionate Y/L/N could strike back at her, with her harmless appearance and silly expressions. It's little discoveries that make everything more fun.

Regina recovers and tilts her head slightly, lips curving into a subtle smile as she stares deeply at her, challenging. She's got the newbie's attention, as she's wanted for weeks, and now that she has it, it's time to put the pieces on the table, time to play.

"Oh, I see you know how to defend yourself. Well, princess, you should know that's not how people dress for Coachella. And that I don't need to prove myself in a stupid questionnaire." then leans over so that they're centimeters apart and whispers, "Now, if I teach you, maybe you'll learn something more interesting than history..."

The bait is thrown, a flirtatious double entendre in the middle of a cold discussion.

"I don't think there's anything you can teach me that I want to learn."

Once again, she has an answer on the tip of her tongue and isn't afraid to answer the queen bee straight. Y/N smiles and says goodbye to the group, turning her back to go to her own table, she's starving and can't wait to devour the pizza bought moments before. That's more important than arguing with a stranger over lunch. All that's left for Regina to do is watch her walk away and strategize how to keep the girl at arm's length.

It wasn't the quick and blunt answers or the fearless demeanor that captivated her, nor the appearance, she doesn't consider jeans and cute knitted cardigans anything special, much less the ridiculous Star Trek t-shirts worn in PE. She desperately wants to find out what it is, maybe then she'll stop being drawn like a moth to the light. When the newbie has disappeared into the crowd, Regina turns her attention back to her own table, where her friends are sitting in silence, too stunned to comment anything. Neither was she. The idea of leaving Y/N at her feet to stroke the ego and then despise her like she does everyone else is too pleasurable.

She sighs heavily and without thinking twice takes the book from Cady's hands, staring at the title with contempt. It's a beginning.

On the other side, Janis smiles to herself and exchanges a look with Damian, both coming to a conclusion quickly. In Regina George's game, they've always wanted to be ahead and finally they have the right pawn to do it.

Note: Hi, sweeties! I'm Romy and started writing again recently, that's why I'm a little rusty. Hope you enjoyed part one and see you soon in the sequel ^^ please share what you want to read and any ideas for this short fanfic, or one shots

english isn't my first language

#regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #regina george #renee rapp #fluff #romypearl

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jmstoesblog · 6 months ago

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Fallin’ into the trap

Pairing: mafia!Stalker!JK x fem!reader

Summary: You unknowingly walk right into your stalkers trap. (I’m so bad with summaries 😭)

released: 18.08.24

Warnings: manipulation, mention of the word “rape” and “rape toy”, oc nearly gets raped. Not proofread!!

Word count: 1,9k+ (1,969)

Note: I tried making him manipulative, but i didn’t so good so excuse me. I’m aware there are many mistakes and grammatical mistakes, I’ll proofread later!

Masterlist

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It is late at night when you suddenly feel very hungry. You grumble as you get up from your bed and walk towards the kitchen, you open the cabinets to find nothing.

You sigh and open the fridge.

Nothing.

You look at the wall in your living room, where the clock is hanging. 2 am. You quickly grab your keys, phone and your wallet.

There is a store that is open 24/7. It’s just a 5 minute walk from your apartment. Usually you go with your car, but it broke down a few days ago and is being repaired at the car repair shop (?).

You pull the hood of your hoodie over your head and start walking towards the store. Once you arrive, you open the door, the bell chimes indicating someone entered the store. You pull the hood down and walk to the aisle which you know too well. You grab a few packs of ramen and something to drink and head to the checkout to pay.

You pay and put the food in a white plastic bag. “Thank you. Good bye.”

You shudder when you feel the cold wind, putting your hood over your head and checking the time—2:10 am—you start to walk.

When you pass the dark alley you don’t think anything of it, but scream when somebody pulls you into the alley. The person quickly covers your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

Your back bumps into the front of the person and you can immediately tell it’s a man. The man tries to lift you up but you keep trashing around and screaming against his hand, but they get muffled.

The man kicks the back of your knees, causing you to fall. You yelp in pain as the hard ground scrapes against your knees.

The man clasps his hand over your mouth again and drags you further into the alley. It is very dark but you can still make out the face of the man.

He harshly pins you against the wall. And that’s when your heart stops beating for a second.

Oh no

There are multiple man….

There’s not only one but fucking three man.

And god knows what they wanna do with you.

Are they’re gonna murder me? Rape me?

No this cannot happen. The other two man are leaning against the wall, opposite of you. And only one man is standing in front of you.

You take one second to look at the man, he doesn’t have anything in his hands, nor do the other two. In his pockets also seems to be nothing in.

Weird.

“Fuck!” The man cries out, crouching down, clutching his dick, “get her! She cannot escape!” He yells as you take off, the other two man immediately run behind you.

You’re breathing heavily, running to gods know where. You’re mine is clogged with so many alarms going off.

“Shit!” They’re close you, but not too close.

You get your phone out, almost dropping it in the process due to your trembling hands.

You go to the contacts and without hesitation call him.

“Baby! What a sup—“

“Jungkook! Save me!”

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It had been spring 2020 when he first saw you.

You were looking so beautiful. A simple top with baggy jeans, minimal makeup on your face. Oh and that smile of yours. A true natural beauty.

He felt a weird emotion while looking at you

He didn’t know what it was. All he knew is. He wanted you.

That’s when the stalking and following you around started. He’d follow you around everywhere you went. Everywhere.

He knows everything about you. Absolutely everything.

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You suddenly hung up.

Jungkook chuckles, “oh, baby.” He mumbles, “if you only knew….”

He stands up, grabs his phone and makes a call to his man, “Make sure you don’t hurt her. Just scare her a little, yeah?” He instantly hangs up, not waiting for a response.

Jungkook makes his way outside, towards his car. Starting the engine, he starts to hum along to your favorite song.

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You breathing starts to pick up on its normal pace. You clutch your hoodie with your hands and breath in and out.

You’re hiding behind a trash can in an (?) other alley.

You didn’t expect to be a victim of sexual harassment after him.

Him as in Jeon Jungkook. The most powerful mafia.

As days go by he grows more obsessed with you. And your hatred towards him also grows each day. How can you be with someone that kills people for a living?

You noticed a man wearing all black was everywhere where you were. You’re not stupid, you knew he was stalking you.

One day you confront him, but to your luck it wasn’t Jungkook. It was just a man working under him. Jungkook instructed him to follow you everywhere. And update him of each and every thing you do.

He even installed some cameras in your home, but you didn’t know that. You didn’t need to know.

The train of thoughts in your head are cut off when you notice someone breathing on your neck from behind you.

Before you can think about your next action, you get grabbed from behind and blindfolded, harshly you’re thrown against the hard wall.

“NO! STOP IT!” your hands are pinned above your head, something hard pressing against your thigh, “Leave me!” You scream, but it is all falling on deaf ears.

“Shut up!” The man slaps you, tears start rolling down your eyes. All of these rapists start laughing, mocking you. The pull the hoodie over your head. Luckily you’re wearing a bra.

Before the man can undo your bra, you hear a loud thud.

The hand on your back is gone. Another thud and a groan. The hand holding your wrists is gone. Another thud.

Suddenly, the blindfold is taken off and you gasp at the sight in front of you.

Jungkook the scariest, most powerful mafia (and also your stalker) standing in front of you. His eyes are holding so much love and concern for you. Taking a look behind him you notice the man on the floor, blood oozing out of their noses and mouths.

You flinch when you feel him wiping away your previous tears. In need of comfort and reassurance, you hug him.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.” He murmurs, kissing the top of your head, “I’m here now.” His grip tightens.

“T-thank you, Jungkook.” You stutter out. Tomorrow you will definitely slap yourself for stuttering and hugging him like that. But you are in need of comfort right now, and if he is the only source where you can get it. Then so be it.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Without thinking much about his words, you nod.

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After yesterday, he did more than just comfort you. He made you food and after you refused to eat it because you weren’t in the mood, he fed you. He run you a nice, warm bath. He laid out clothes for you to wear (his clothes🤭) he massaged you and let you cry out in his embrace.

You appreciate it all but now it’s time to go.

You quietly walk down the stairs but get confused when you see Jungkook’s bodyguards Setting down boxes with different writings on them , in the living room.

Different writings as in… clothes, jewelry, hygiene and so on..

You shrug it off and walk towards Jungkook, who is sitting on the couch. He is engrossed in his laptop, but once he feels your presence, he immediately closes it, putting his attention on you.

“Morning baby. How did you sleep?” He sweetly asks, his eyes sparkling.

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Jungkook I appreciate everything you did for me, but…. I need to go home…”

“Why?” He sighs out and you’re taken aback by his response, “what do you mean why? I have a life, I have a home, I have a job. I can’t stay here forever. I really appreciate everything you did for me, for saving me, for making me food and all that, but like I said, I can’t stay here.”

You narrow your gaze at him when he doesn’t answer, “wrong.” He stands up, “you almost got gang raped. It is dangerous for you out there, baby.” He pulls you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You can live with me. I will take care of you, you will never have to work again, everything you want will be provided by me.”

“What if….. something like that will happen again? What will you do? You can’t even defend yourself, y/n. You don’t even know the basics. You need me, baby.” His nose touches your nose, his lips hovering above yours, “and I need you.” He kisses you, passionately.

He suddenly picks you up, “wait! What ar—“ you gasp, Jungkook shakes his head and places his finger on your lips, silencing you, “shh, just relax. I’m not going to do anything, just wanna show you something.” He softly pecks your lips.

He sets you down, gently holding your hand he nods. He takes you upstairs to his bedroom. Once he opens the door the first thing you notice is a few boxes laying on the floor.

They were in the living room……. no?

“Look,” he points his finger in the direction of the walk- in closet, “here are your clothes.” He turns around, “and there is the bathroom.” He gently says while pointing at a door, “there is also everything you need such as a towel, a bathrobe, a toothbrush and for your menstrual cycle, pads”

“You have everything you need here, including me.” He looks at you, “you won’t even have to lift a finger to get what you want.” He pulls you closer, “No, I don’t want that.” You honestly tell him while trying to take a step back.

Jungkook keeps holding you close, not letting you move a single muscle, “no?” He repeats, “you don’t want that? You don’t wanna live with me?” He tilts his head, clicking his tongue.

He is mad.

There’s pin drop silence. You’re pretty sure everyone left already, even the maids. It’s just you and him. Alone. In this mansion.

You gasp when he suddenly throws you over his shoulder and (gently) throws you on the bed. He hovers over you and tightly grips your wrist, pinning them above your head, manhandling you like he wants.

“Wh—“ you shut up when he glared at you, “be quiet, don’t say a single thing, got it?” He firmly says

A few tears escape your eyes. You’re so scared. Scared of him.

“You know what disgusting men here are, especially in this part of the city. If I let you go, they’re going to haunt you down and gang rape you, they might even kill you. Do you want that? How are you going to defend yourself, baby? They will not sit still until they have you, so let me take care of you and protect you. They won’t even look at you. Once the country knows you’re my girl they won’t look nor touch you.”

“You won’t have be scared anymore after every night you have to walk home alone at night.” He inches his face closer to yours.

He softly kisses you lips, “unless you want that?” He gets off you, “if you wanna be a rape toy for them, then it’s okay.” He sets your wrist free and pulls you up.

“Go on, go. If you’re so desperate.”

You look back at him with glossy eyes, “n-no.”

“I wanna stay safe. Wanna stay with you.” You hug him and he smirks when he hears those particular words from your mouth.

He engulfs you in his embrace.

“Good girl.”

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Do NOT copy or translate

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #y/n #bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #crazy #obssesive #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #yandere jungkook #mafia #mafia jungkook #stalker #stalker yandere #stalker jungkook

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 28 days ago

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To Those Who Wait 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: yeah, I couldn’t resist.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

When you’re alone, you’re not free. You are imprisoned in a cell of your own making. Inside your own body. You’re the one who threw that key away so why do you care now?

You do. You hate that you do. You hate that your phone won’t stop vibrating. And that you know exactly why.

You turn your legs over the side of the bed. Your eyes catch on the sparkle on your nightstand. A gold chain that isn’t yours.

The small medallion has an R on it. What was that name he used? Ransom? Doesn’t sound like a name, at least not one you’d give to anything but a rambunctious dog.

You open the drawer and shovel the necklace inside. You slam it shut as you stand. You need to get your shit together. First thing, coffee.

You’ve never been an optimist but you’re grateful Hugh left without you asking. That he didn’t stick around to rub your nose in the mess your made. Speaking of mess. You’ll have to throw your bedding in the wash. Maybe It’s better to burn it.

Coffee on, a trash bag in hand, you set to overhauling your life. The sheets aren’t the only thing going. Your phone vibrates. The phone call flashes as you ignore it.

You go back to the bedroom. A faint trace of his cologne lingers. You peel back the corners of the mattress sheet and bunch the rest of the bedding inside. You sheath it in the black plastic and tie it in a knot.

You drag it out to the garbage chute and shove it until it drops down. You close the door heavily and return to your apartment. You drink the bitter coffee, sweet compared to your current state. You glance t your bedroom door and heave.

You won’t even bother trying to sleep in there. Just the thought makes you uneasy. He’s ruined your safe place just like he ruined everything else.

🛏️

The days are gruelling. Before, you didn’t mind being alone. You accepted that sentence, made what you could of it. You had hobbies. Now you don’t have the energy for them. You don’t see the point in them. Just distractions that can’t change your reality.

Work is the only thing you can focus on. Not because it’s better, because you have to. It’s not the best job but you pay your own bills. You don’t have to rely on someone else to survive. You have yourself. It’s all you’ve ever really had.

How stupid you were to think you could ever have anything else? That someone could ever really want to have you.

Hugh doesn’t want you. You’re not stupid. He wants to get off. It’s an ego thing or some sick fucking kink. How many guys did you hear say that ‘ugly girls are the fucking best in bed’ or ‘you can make an ugly girl do anything’.

On your lunch, Vivica calls you. You answer if only to keep another notification from piling up.

“Sup?” You ask dully as you break a cracker and let it crumble.

“Oh, you know, wondering why I haven’t heard from you.”

“Work. Busy,” you answer. You wait for a response. You cringe and make yourself speak. “What about you? What’s going on?”

“Worried about you,” she insists. “You hate work.”

“Sure do but it’s not really optional,” you shrug. “How was your night out?”

“Which one? You haven’t been around.”

You sigh, “are you mad at me?”

“No, like I said. Worried.” She clicks her tongue, “look, that guy Curtis, he told me you’re not answering him either.”

“And who gave you permission to give him my number?” You challenge as your scalp bristles.

“Why didn’t you tell us about him?”

You roll your eyes. “Well, obviously, it’s not working out so... that’s why. Same old.”

“Seems like it could work out if you gave him a chance. He sounded pretty interested.”

“It’s my choice,” you retort defensively. “It’s not the right fit.”

“Cool,” she says sharply. “Sorry if I’m nosy but you haven’t told us anything about it. Or him. Or whatever is going on with you.”

You close your eyes as they sting. You’re annoyed. You don’t want to talk about. You’re dying just to stop thinking about it.

“Viv, you’re a good friend but you can give it up already. I’m a fucking loser and guys just aren’t that into me,” you sniff.

“So why would he be asking about you?”

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t know. I mean, that was a great birthday present. Probably preferable to the real thing. And I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not,” you scoff. “And no one has to pretend for me. It works perfectly.”

“Oh, that was... everyone has toys. It wasn’t meant to be anything but fun.”

“Sure, give the loser virgin some silicone so she can loosen up,” you spit. “You know what, I gotta get back to work.”

She hesitates to answer, “fine. That sounds like a good idea. You're sooo busy so don’t waste your time on me. Bye.”

“Yeah, bye.”

You pull the phone from your cheek and tap the end button. You dab under your eyes then lean your face into your hands. Stop it. Don't be so stupid.

It wasn’t anything at all. You and Curtis. And obviously, Vivica only wanted to poke around. She probably can’t stand the idea of not having a disaster like you around to make her feel better.

You’re just fine. You’re okay. You’re better off alone. Better for everyone that way.

💔

Your apartment is overcrowded with the fog left behind by his intrusion. You can’t escape the stain he left on your existence. No matter how you try.

The showers don’t work. Even the bottle of wine you bought in desperation only took you back to the night at the hotel. Sleep isn’t an escape when you can’t close your eyes for more than five minutes. It’s all just meaningless.

Everything you do is a farce. Pointless. Wake up, for what? Go to work, for what? Come home? Home?! Is that what you call this fetid place?

A week. A week of ignoring the phone and that tick in the back of your head. A week of hearing a knock at the door that isn’t real. Of seeing shadows that aren’t there.

Another day at your desk. Alone, despite the cubicles that pen you in, the buzz of voices on headsets, the clacking of keys, the clicking and scrolling. The trance of your denial stretches on. Your mind is not connected to the rest of you. Your fingers type without thought and your voice rises according to a script you recite by rote.

“Hm, do you think the single king is better or the double queen?” The woman on the phone asks. You let out a sigh without censor. It’s the sixth time she’s gone back and forth. Each time you change the reservation type, you have to enter all the other details again.

“It’s up to you, ma’am,” you utter.

“I’m just thinking if maybe one of us wants to stay out a bit longer...” she hums.

“I don’t care,” you blurt out and cringe.

“Pardon?” She huffs.

“Sorry, ma’am, nothing. Someone else was talking to me--”

“No, no, that was extremely rude.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, okay?”

“Really, because you don’t sound very sorry,” she snaps.

You aren’t. You stay quiet. Shit.

“I would like a manager.” She sneers.

“Of course,” you tap hold and transfer her through. No point being upset, there’s worse things in the world. You would know.

You take off your headset. It’s almost the end of the day anyway. You get up and refill your bottle at the fountain. There’s little expediency in your task. You’ll do one more call then clock out.

As you return to your desk, Mallory approaches. You look up as she flips up her cat-eye glasses. You already know what she’s here about.

“Would you like to come back and get your write-up or should I just email it over?” She asks sharply.

You don’t care. You’ll take the flag. After five years of working there and not a blemish on your record, what’s one? You shrug.

“Whatever works is fine with me.”

She narrows her eyes, “problem?”

“Nope,” you put your headset on. “Phone’s ringing.”

You tap the answer button and swivel away from her. She puffs and stomps and walks away. You go through the usual, this time navigating the booking without issue. It’s a lot easier when people know what they want.

You save the reservation and sign off. You just want to go to the apartment and shut your brain off. You can’t keep wondering when and if this ever stops.

You pull on your jacket and hike up your bag. You skip the elevator and take the stairs, not wanting to bear the tedious elevator ride with people you only know by obligation. You stride out the doors ahead of a straggling group but your escape from the corporate purgatory doesn’t free you.

You put your head down and turn along the street. You don’t get far before you hear your name. At first, you ignore it, certain that you misheard. When it comes again in that familiar voice, you groan and stop. You face Curtis reluctantly.

“Oh, hi,” you utter dryly.

“Yeah, hi,” he matches your tone. “You know, I’ve been texting. Calling.”

“I’ve been busy. Work.” Your eyes stray without meaning to.

“Is that it? Work? I’ve been worried. You couldn’t just send a courtesy text?”

You shake your head and shrug. You can’t look at him. Then you have to face everything.

“What did I do?” He steps closer and you back up. You roll your eyes as they burn and gesture apathetically.

“Nothing.”

He sighs, “I thought we were going good. I thought—I don’t get it. I don’t get you.”

“Ha, alright,” you scoff. “Why on earth would you want to be with me?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, come on. Clearly, I’m a fucking loser. So, what was it? You wanted to fuck the virgin and go back and brag to all your buddies?” You sneer and stare past his shoulder.

“No, that never mattered to me. Guess you think I’m the loser,” he retorts.

You shrug again.

“What is your problem? What the hell?” He gets even closer. “Something... something happened.”

“Nothing happened,” you try to look at him and wince. You’re going to be sick if you do. “I’m not even a virgin so... big loss.”

“That’s not--” he sputters. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“No--”

“Don’t say nothing--”

“Nothing,” you snarl and step back. “You don’t want to be with me and I’m not going to pretend.”

You spin and go to march forward. You stop short before you can race away. Curtis rams into your back as he goes to follow. He grabs your arms lightly as he steps back. You stare dumbly at the figure strutting toward you.

Hugh smirks as he waves and you pull away from Curtis. You turn toward the street and stumble back as a car honks, coming close to the curb as you do. You’re yanked back again, this time harder.

“Christ, you’re going to get hurt--” Curtis says, his voice overridden by another.

Hugh whistles and calls your name again, “hey, baby.”

You close your eyes as you try to hide from reality. Your feet won’t move, or your arms. You stand there, shaking as his footsteps echo over the sidewalk. Curtis lets you go.

“Oh,” he utters.

“Hey, where ya going?” You’re grabbed from the other side and you wrench away from Hugh, spinning to face both of them as your eyes snap open.

“Right,” Curtis says grimly. You finally look at him as his eyes scale the other man.

“Who’s this?” Hugh asks as he reaches for you again.

“No, go away. Both of you.”

“Ah, come on, baby, haven’t seen you since the weekend. That was lots of fun,” he winks. “Late night.”

Curtis shifts and tilts his head. He glares at Hugh as his hands furl and unfurl. Your legs quake dangerously.

“I said go,” you hiss.

“I think you owe us an explanation,” Curtis says evenly. His cadence is worse than anger, it’s hurt.

“I can explain but not with him here.”

“You’ll talk now that you’ve been caught, huh?” He looks at you and you recoil.

“Never mind,” you say. “Whatever you think it is, that’s what it is.”

He stares at you, his chest rising and falling.

“Oh, yeah, we’re fuck buddies,” Hugh interjects. “She gets bored and well, I can’t say no. She's feral. She begs me--”

“Shut up!” You bark at him.

“I mean, I’m not complaining. It’s an open sorta deal but seems like maybe there’s a few things she didn’t mention to you, pal,” he continues.

“He’s not--” you turn back to Curtis, “he’s not that. He isn’t. He’s a mistake.”

“Oh, a mistake? Was I a mistake when you were cumming all over me--”

You spin and shove him as hard as you can. “Fuck off!”

He grabs your arms and you wrestle with him. You stagger around under his strength before you’re nearly bowled over completely. Curtis jabs him in the chest and inserts himself between the two of you. You rub your forearm as you stare at his back.

“She said go.”

“To you,” Hugh scoffs.

“No, you. Get out of here,” he squares his shoulders.

“I’m not afraid of you. I mean, it’s pretty fucking pathetic to defend that slut after she--”

Curtis doesn’t hesitate. His arm cocks and swings so quickly, you don’t realise what happened until the crack and the other man’s grunt. Hugh retreats as you look around Curtis. He cradles his jaw as you stay hidden behind the other.

“Don’t fucking call her that.” He growls.

“Fucking simp,” Hugh spits blood onto the sidewalk. “You really gonna be cucked like that? When I had her on my dick like a glove--”

You notice the crowd gathering near the front of the building. You recognise a few of your coworkers. As Curtis steps forward, you catch his arm.

“Please, he’s not worth it.”

“You are,” Curtis insists.

“Curtis,” you squeeze his sleeve. You don’t want him to get hurt by you. Not more than he already is. “I’ll tell you everything. Please.”

He takes a breath and lets it out slow. Hugh straightens and pinches his nose, “I’d kick your fucking ass if I wasn’t wearing prada,” he keeps his head back and turns away, “prick.” He stops and glances back, “don’t worry, baby. You’ll see me around... you’ll feel me.”

Curtis sways as if he might go after him but thinks better of it. You let him go and wring the strap of your bag as you watch him. You're hollow. You don’t think you can tell him everything.

“Tell me then,” he throws an arm out and turns to you.

“I...” you look around. “Not here.”

His jaw grits and he exhales heavily, “fine, where?”

“Uh... we could... there’s a juice place nearby. It’s never busy.”

“Sure,” he pushes his shoulders up.

You look down and turn away. You’re melting in horror. He hates you. You feel it roiling off of him. Your only hope is that he hasn’t walked away. Not yet. He could’ve made this easier and just not have shown up at all.

You enter the juice bar. “I’ll get something so they don’t kick us out.”

He sniffs and sidles past you. He goes to the table in the corner. You go up to the counter. The employees are chattering in the lull. You pay for a bottled kombucha then retreat to the table.

You climb up on the seat. He stares past you at the window. His fingers tap on the table. Your lips part and his gaze darts over to you.

“Well?” He growls.

You shudder. How do you say it? Don’t explain, just say it. Once he knows, it won’t matter what excuses you have. He’ll go and you’ll be left with a bottle of fermented juice you don’t even like. Maybe this is how it gets better. Just end it.

“He’s a prostitute.”

He twitches and narrows his eyes, “what?”

“Hugh, that guy. I hired him to fuck me.” You say it a bit too plainly and grimace. “Look, I was... the first time was before me and you... but I...” your eyes burn and you flick them to the ceiling. “I don’t know why I’m even trying to save anything. I was desperate. For anything. I went online, I found an escort, and I paid half my savings for the worst night of my life.”

“First time?” He plucks out the words. There’s the twist of the dagger.

“He showed up again. I... I’m not going to relive it just so you can ditch me so, please, that’s all you need to know. I’m a sad little woman who paid to get rid of her virginity. At thirty years old. Yeah, yeah, that’s why I know you don’t want to be with me.”

You look at the table, hoping you might become a part of it. That you’ll fade into the air and be nothing. Feel nothing. He’s quiet. The low murmur of music grows to a cacophony as you await the inevitable.

“You didn’t want to?” He asks at last.

You rub your cheek, eyes glued to the table. “I did it, that’s what matters.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“What-- what was I supposed to say?”

“Anything. Something. You could’ve just answered me,” he reaches across the table, past the bottle of unwanted kombucha. Like you, dejected and disgusting. “Hey...”

“I have the texts. And I can show you the deposit, if you really don’t think I’m that stupid,” you plunge your hand into your bag as you talk. You take it out and tap around.

“Look at me,” he pleads.

“Really, it’s right here--” you flick your thumbs and open WhatsApp, “the messages—wait? No. My account...” you thumb around and drag down the menu from the top. You search your notifications. ‘Account Deleted due to misuse report’. No...

“It’s gone,” you drop your phone on the table. “I have no proof--”

“I said look at me,” he repeats, grittier than before.

You quiver and make yourself obey. You look at him as he leans to reach further across, “I believe you.”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you? Look at me. I have to pay for it--”

“Stop,” he commands. “I want you to stop that. Now.”

“It’s true--”

“I don’t care about him. About a stupid mistake. Shit happens. I’ve made mistakes too,” he wiggles his hand. “If I didn’t like you, do you think I’d be here?”

You peek down at his hand. His knuckles are bruised. You frown and daintily touch his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“He deserved it,” he turns his hand and clasps onto yours. “Want me to kill him?”

You look at him again and furrow your brow, “stop, I don’t feel like laughing.”

His expression is grey. Serious. For a moment, you really think he means it. Then he squeezes your hand and his face eases.

“I had to try,” he mutters.

You don’t know what to do. You’re entirely unprepared for this. You didn’t expect to see him again, let alone for him to just forgive you for ignoring him, lying to him, or for just being you.

“You wanna come over?” He asks.

“Oh, um... I don’t know.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m like him. I’m not asking for that. I think you maybe you shouldn’t go home,” he explains. “Not after—he seems like the type to hold a grudge, doesn’t he?”

“Uh, oh, yeah.”

He's right. Hugh came back after he got his money. Why wouldn't he show up again?

“And we don’t have to watch scary movies. Maybe something less... anxiety-inducing for now,” he offers.

“Yeah, maybe,” you breathe as the weight slightly lifts from your chest. Is this how it goes? Do people just work things out?

“But I wouldn’t mind a little bit of cuddling...” he looks around evasively, “if you can keep it secret.”

You smile. For the first time since you last saw him. “Oh, I’m great at secrets, aren’t I?”

“As long as that’s the only one you keep,” he replies, his tone hanging ominously over you. You can’t quite tell if it’s a joke or a threat.

🩶

Curtis takes you back to your apartment. He waits at the door, his paranoia feeding your own. Does he really think Hugh would come back that soon? Yet, what has he done to make you think otherwise? The fact he came back at all is scary on its own.

You grab only a few things. Something to sleep in and an outfit for the next day, along with your phone charger and a few necessities to keep yourself human. You don’t look back as you leave. You’re happy to be away, if only for a while.

At his place, you’re restless. You don’t want to be. You’re exhausted. The days filled with anticipation of the world shattering around has turned to the fatigue of fallout.

“You good?” He asks as he drags his palm over his stubbly hair.

“Good,” you lie.

“He can’t get you here.”

You nod and hum.

“But that’s not what you’re worried about,” he says.

“Why... not to sound ungrateful but why... why?”

“You know, a lot of guys might get tired of having to repeat themselves but if I gotta tell ya every day how much I like you, so be it. As long as you’re there to hear it.”

You nudge him without thinking and he tilts his head.

“Sorry, it’s just... you don’t look like the cheesy type.”

“Not cheesy. Honest.”

That word stings. It could be nothing but it almost feels like a lash. You weren’t. You lied. You ran away.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you turn away.

“You don’t gotta. I’m just... checking. You hungry? I could get us some pizza.”

“Oh,” you think about it but not very long as your stomach growls. You can’t remember if you had anything but coffee.

“Is that a yes? What do you like? Anchovies girl, I know it.”

You scrunch up your face and he snorts, “I don’t know what’s sexier,” he drawls. “Your smile or the way you look when you’re annoyed.”

You roll your eyes, “stop.”

“Stop what?”

“I’m not... sexy,” you look away.

“You are,” he insists.

“No... I...”

“Let’s see; eyes, gorgeous. Lips, delicious, and the way your booty kinda...” he traces with his fingers and your cheeks set alight.

“Curtis,” you gasp.

“A guy can’t help but notice. I also love a thrill and you scare me. Just a little,” he smirks. “So, toppings? Not anchovies.”

“Hot peppers and whatever you like.”

“Spicy. I knew it,” he proclaims.

“Ugh, stop being so lame,” you chirp.

“You first,” he throws back. “Go, get cozy. I’ll order.”

You nod and give a sheepish smile, or an attempt at one. You take your bag into the front room and take out your pajamas. You go into the bathroom and lock yourself in. You sit on the edge of the tub and try to set yourself straight.

There’s a glimmer of disbelief in you. It’s too good to be true. Did you really find a good one?

You change as his voice drones from the other side of the door then quiets. You can’t shake that uneasiness that keeps you precarious. You still can’t trust that it won’t all break.

You come out with your clothes under your arm, sure not to make too much noise. You tiptoe down and peek into the front room. Curtis stands with his back to you, by the chair where you left your bag. You creep up behind him and lean to see what he’s doing.

At first you assume it’s his phone but the charm on the phone case assures you otherwise.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

He doesn’t startle. He merely faces you and clutches the phone tight. His knuckles strain and you look between his eyes and the cell.

“Curtis?”

“He’s texting you again.”

“How? He deleted the conversation,” you try to see the phone and he holds it away from you. “Hey, give me the phone--”

“Burner, I bet,” he backs away and puts his attention back to the screen. “Oldest trick in the book.”

“Just block the number,” you say as you follow but he stays beyond your grasp. “Turn the phone off. It’s not--”

“You have to promise,” he rears on you and you stagger.

“Promise?”

“To tell me. If, when he messages or calls or anything. I have to know.”

“You don’t think—I don’t want him around.”

“I know you don’t. I want to keep him away.” He insists.

“Right, but--”

“And you did lie to me. If I didn’t find out today, what’s to say he didn’t hurt you? If you really don’t want him around, it sounds like maybe you’re scared of him. Like he did more than you’re telling me--”

“Curtis, I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” you swallow.

“Neither do I. Do you think I like it? Thinking about you with someone else?”

You whimper, “I thought... I thought... it was okay.”

“I’m not...” he scratches his jaw, the friction coarse and loud. “I’m trying to help. I’m trying to move forward and if we’re going to do that, he can’t be around. Ever. And you can’t lie. That includes not telling me things.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I...” you avert your eyes guiltily. “I’ll never forgive myself.”

He exhales and lowers the phone. He comes closer and holds it out to you. You take it without looking at him.

“No, I’m sorry. I just... I got worked up when I saw what he sent.” He opens his arms, “come here.”

He pulls you against him, your head on his shoulder. He holds you like that. You shiver against him.

“What did he send?” You croak.

“I’m sure you can guess the kind of nasty things he said,” he pets your head. “I got rid of it. And if he shows his face, I’ll get rid of him too.”

You wrap your arms around him but find little comfort in his embrace. Something about his tone unsettles you. Get rid of him... He sounds like he means it. Like more than just blocking his number. How well do you really know him?

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year ago

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The batkids mess up in their mission and now they want Damian to accept the blame for them (Damian is the youngest of them all, Bruce will never get too angry when is the youngest apologizing) how the batkids bribe Damian?

Steph: Heeey Dami, I might've done an oopsie on that Croc case. Do you mind taking the heat for me so I don't get benched again?

Damian: No.

Steph: Oh well. Guess I'll have to eat all these vegan waffles by myself.

Damian: Never mind, I reconsidered.

———————

Duke: 'Sup.

Damian: What do you want?

Duke: Just someone to go to the arcade with tomorrow. I heard they have a Cheese Viking VR simulator.

Damian: I believe my schedule is open.

Duke: That's awesome! Too bad Bruce might make me clean the basement tomorrow after that botched stakeout.

Damian: I will take care of Father. You just make sure we are first in line when the arcade opens.

———————

Tim: I messed up the Riddler mission.

Damian, on his phone: How unfortunate.

Tim: Can you take the blame? I don't wanna miss Kon's birthday on Saturday.

Damian: You know my rate.

Tim: *grumbles and writes a check*

———————

Cass: Take my case?

Damian: I thought you already caught the suspect.

Cass: Wrong person.

Damian: What will you do for me?

Cass: Clean litterbox.

Damian: Deal.

———————

Dick: Hey, Lil' D, can you do me a favor and gently let Bruce know that Two-Face skipped town before I could get to him?

Damian: Your Rogue, your problem.

Dick, pulling out a kitten from behind his back: Okay then, I guess I'll take Mr. Fluffykins back to that cold shelter.

Damian: Hand me that creature this instant and I will talk to Father for you.

———————

Barbara: I need you to distract Bruce while I recover some files I accidentally lost.

Damian: *holds out his hand*

Barbara: *sighs and hands him a sketch pencil set*

———————

Jason: I need you to convince Bruce that the explosion at Port Adams was not my fault.

Damian: Absolutely not.

Jason: I knew you'd say that, which is why I came prepared.

Jason: *reveals a bunch of knives under his jacket*

Jason: Take your pick.

———————

Bruce: Wrong, wrong, wrong. Everything is all wrong and I want answers NOW.

Steph: *nudges Damian forward*

Bruce: Damian? Would you like to say something?

Damian: *glances back at his siblings before looking at Bruce*

Bruce, crouching down: Son, whatever you tell me, you know I'll always love you, right?

Damian: Brown's waffle mix was expired, Thomas lied about the Cheese Viking simulator, Drake's check bounced, Cain used the wrong litter brand, the kitten Grayson got was someone else's lost pet, Gordon's pencils were counterfeits from eBay, Todd's knives were plastic, and everyone failed their missions this week.

The batkids: *collective groan*

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bluebearial · 2 months ago

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Bundled Up

Contains TF (plush), intimacy, and a lot of snuggling.

2.5k Words

I couldn't think of a good title for this!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!! But you're cold, and you need some snuggles. Jot that down

Docs version here.

Another day, another dollar.

Working from home isn’t the worst thing ever, you suppose. Looking past the mist on your window only serves to reaffirm your decision. Rain comes down in torrents, which are only briefly broken up by the odd gust of wind. You wouldn’t want to drive in that.

Your eyes drift back to your screen. You squint, keeping your eyes from glazing over. Database management isn’t the most intellectually stimulating, and that’s putting it lightly. It only takes a few keystrokes to ensure that company data is labeled properly, before you move on to the next task.

However, it isn’t long before you find yourself tucking your hands under your arms. What a day for the heat to give out in the whole building…

You figured that maybe a pipe had burst, or maybe the whole system was down for maintenance. Either way, it was cold.

As you lift your legs up into your seat, tucking them against your body, you think back to your time out with Lupa on Halloween. You think about your time spent wearing her, how warm she was inside… You met a cute girl or two as well, if you recall correctly.

There’s also what happened later in the night… By the time you’d gotten home and taken Lupa off, you’d been transformed into a plush wolf, much like her. …Or maybe you were a fox? You hadn’t the opportunity to check all that closely before you two snuggled up with each other. You’d never known that spending so much time with your girlfriend would cause her to… rub off on you in that way. Untucking your hands, you look down at them. You’d kinda wished the transformation wasn’t temporary... Sure, you’d have to navigate being a plushie, but you’d be so warm and cute… Feeling the cold creep up your fingers, you tuck them back under your arms. Oh, if only you still had those soft, brown mitts…

Your chair lurches forward as something leans on it, nearly pushing you into your desk. You look up, brushing your head against something soft. A wolf’s muzzle greets you.

“’Sup?”, comes the wolf’s casual, familiar greeting. “You, uh… You good?”

“Oh, hey Lupa,” you reply, a wavering little smile gracing your face. “I’m doing my best!” You untuck your hand to offer a thumbs up, silently regretting it almost immediately. Oughh, so cold…

“You sure?” She puts her massive paws on her hips, adjusting her plush weight with a fabric rustle. “You don’t have to lie to me, babe. I’ve been watching you, and you don’t exactly… look like you’re havin’ a good time.”

“I’m fihhheeeyy…” You try to protest, but a monolithic paw comes down upon your head before the words have a chance to escape.

“Don’t lie to meeeeeee.” She lets out a soft, playful growl as she grinds her cushy pawpads into your hair.

“Alright, alright,” you surrender, turning in your chair and putting your hands on her paw. You’ll admit it… “I’ve been cold.”

“Is that all?” She looks incredulous. “It’s not that cold in here, is it?”

“The heat’s been out all morning!” You fire back, “How did you not notice? …Oh, wait. You’re covered in fur.” She snickers.

“Ha! Guess I am, huh? And, you know…” She hooks a stubby claw into the collar of her green turtleneck sweater, offering you a blushy smile. “There’s this lil’ thing you got me. Pro’lly helps.”

Seeing her makes you blush. You’re glad she likes it… It wasn’t exactly easy finding a sweater for a wolf her size.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” As you blush, her paw returns to your head, “Why don’t we snuggle up, huh? No use in you sittin’ out here all alone.”

“W-We could, but…” You open your mouth to offer an excuse of some kind, but you just can’t find the energy to. The way her humongous paw rubs along the side of your head, plastic claws lovingly scritching into your scalp… It’s disarming, calming. The sounds around you seem to muffle and lose definition… For the first time today, you feel… warm. By the time you reopen your eyes – you hadn’t even realized you’d closed them – you’re greeted by a smugly grinning wolf.

“But what, huh?” She asks all too innocently, swaying her hips and swishing her tail.

“Hmmm… Nothing…” You sigh contently.

“Nice! Thought not.~” She lilts. “Come on, let’s—” She only pauses for a beat. When she lifts her paw from your head, she glances up slightly, and her grin only widens.

“…Yeah, I think this’ll work. C’mon, you.~” Before you can question it, her massive, soft arms wrap around you and she’s already carting you off to your room. At least you can hear again. What was up with that?

You can’t help but feel like a child whenever Lupa carries you, especially when you’re under her arm like this. She gives you a reassuring squeeze, smushing half of your face into the side of her generous, sweater-clad chest. Eventually, you end up on her bed.

Your bed, sorry.

It may as well be her bed, though, with how much space she takes up nowadays. Some nights, you find it easier to just lay on top of her. She definitely doesn’t mind it… Today, though, it looks like she has a different plan in mind as she gently sets you down among the blankets, crawling into bed after you. You could feel her loom over you… As you roll a bit, trying to get comfortable, you hear her snicker.

“You’re like a little bug, dude.”

You stop in your tracks.

“Wh—What? What’s your problem?” You ask, brow furrowed as you sit up.

“I don’t got a problem!” She puts her paw up, “I just think you’re small, squirt. But that’s okay, I can help with that.”

You puff your cheeks. Something’s up, you can feel it.

The wolf lays down next to you, reaching up to caress the side of your face. Just like that, your suspicion melts like ice under the sun, and you lean into her polkadotted pawpad. That warmth returns as you close your eyes, and you feel yourself being guided down toward the rest of her body. You didn’t need to see – after all, she was a mattress in her own way. Hard to miss. Your chin rests against the soft material of her sweater. It feels warm, but strangely artificial. You yearn to get closer to her. Thankfully, she grants your wish, and you feel it slide against you as she lifts it by the hem, lowering it behind you. You push your head through her sweater’s collar, brushing up against her snout.

You open your eyes – only a crack – and the sight of her pouty, dark lips greets you. She’s already kissing you, leaving ghosts of warmth wherever her lips touch. A feral little growl, and she pinches your cheek between her plastic teeth, before giving it an apologetic lick. It didn’t hurt, but you appreciate the feeling of her satin tongue all the same. Her paw returns to its familiar spot atop your head, pushing you down against her supple body. You cling to her as best as you can, sifting your fingers through her forest of white and grey fur. You’re always surprised by the amount of ‘give’ her body has as you hug her, squeezing her layers of fur, foam, and cotton.

As your chin settles in her cleavage, she begins to pet and stroke you. Front to back, front to back, she settles into a comfortable rhythm… You close your eyes again, letting out a sleepy little sigh. Her paw glides over your head, your ears, over and over and over again, and you lay there, dozing as you idly squeeze and grope at your girlfriend. The more she pets you, the deeper you fall into your idle haze. You feel softer…

At some point, you aren’t sure when, she’d freed you from the cozy confines of her sweater. As big as it is, it was still a bit tight on her it seemed. Through the haze, you wonder if you should’ve gotten her the XXXXL instead… You do nothing to stop her as her paws dig underneath your sweatshirt, though you shudder as her fluffy digits contact you directly. They gently glide across your skin, leaving trails of glowing warmth in their wake. Something itches, but you ignore it. You squeeze her some more, noting how your hands possess a certain ‘give’ to them.

“You look adorable, babe.” When you open your eyes, she’s in the process of lifting herself off of you. “How do you feel?”

“Sleepy…” You muse, putting a darkly furred hand up to your cheek… A numb sense of surprise spreads over you like a weak breeze, and you sluggishly look at your other paw. Watching the seams shift as you flex your stubby digits. You lift your shirt, gazing down at the plum and cream fur that was steadily growing in over your front. You were sure that your fur had spread all across your back too… Wherever Lupa’s paws had strayed, there was that warmth. And wherever there was warmth, change came with it… In fact-

Yeah. You reached up to the top of your head to find a pair of tall, pointy, twitching ears. Were they there the entire time…?

Meanwhile, Lupa settles onto her knees. She hooks a finger under the hem of her sweater - and she lifts it up to really give you a show. Her white tummy looks especially chubby today, thickly padded and covered in freshly brushed fur. As she pulls her sweater up, she briefly drags her bosom with it, before it falls free and settles with a bounce. The real difficulty comes when her sweater snags on her snout. She wrestles with it for a moment, before popping free.

She twirls her clothes around her finger, straightening her hair with her other paw. Soon, she’s balling that thing up and tossing it in the air, catching it in her jaws. Swallowing it whole, you watch its outline sink down into her depths.

“Don’t gimme that look,” she teases, wiping her paws on her chest, smoothening her fur out, “Trust me, I love your gift, babe. It looks cool on the outside, but… I’ll get more use out of it inside me anyway.~ Now let’s finally get you all warmed up, hmm?”

Weren’t you warm already…? Between the fur and these paws, you’re feeling pretty comfy… She looms over you, though, raising herself slightly so her shadow completely envelopes you. You blearily look up at her, wondering just what she was planning to do. The wolf raises her paws, sticking her tongue out as she leans. Then, like a tower, she begins to fall.

“Better get ready! Here I come~!”

Wait. Wait—

PWOOMF.

Everything is dark. You can’t see- you can hardly move. Something soft is compressing you down into the sheets, keeping you nice and still. It moves every now and then, probably getting comfortable, and grinding you further down into your bed in the process. You lay there, enveloped in stuffy warmth, breathing in your girlfriend’s linen scent. You take a deep breath of thick, plush-smelling air. You greedily fill your lungs with it – or whatever you have that passes for lungs now – before letting it back out. Another shift, and your face is forced between her pillows, cementing the fact that you’re totally smothered in downy, grey softness.

You wag your tail. Did you have a tail before now? It doesn’t matter. It swishes, betraying your joy and hazy euphoria. Your thoughts begin to slow…

One moment bleeds into another, and you aren’t sure how long you spend down here. It almost seems frivolous to keep track. It’s much easier to just lay there… But at some point, light hits your eyes, breaking you out of your slumber. You could feel yourself regain your shape, and a sense of cognizance comes with it. You must’ve been nearly squished flat under her.

“Aaaaafternoon, hun,” comes that sweet, sleepy voice, “Had a good nap?” You simply nod, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You could listen to her all day. “Still cold?~”

Oh, right. The heat was out, wasn’t it? You briefly pat yourself down, barely sitting up enough to get a good look at yourself. When she fell on you, she must’ve completed your transformation in an instant. You look a lot like her now. You’ve gained a few pounds around the middle, and a lot on your hips. Your hair looks a bit shaggier too, but that’s probably because of what just happened.

You feel… bigger too, and not just because you’re as thick as a mattress now. As you sit up and turn to rest your footpaws on the floor, you realize how much height you’ve gained. You’re almost as tall as your girlfriend, but not quite.

Oh, right. Her question.

“The cold? Neeever heard of it…~” You lilt, looking back at her with a toothy grin. Wow, your voice is a little deeper too. Lupa snickers, crawling closer and wrapping her arms around you from behind. Her lips end up on your cheek, and you could just swoon right there.

“…Guessin’ you gotta go back to work now, huh?...”

What a weird question. You tilt your head at her, before it clicks. Right. Work.

Right… Work…

You’d almost forgotten. Your shoulders fall as you let out a groan (more of a growl, really). Plushes shouldn’t have to work…

“Yeah, I guess so…” You sigh. You stand up with a groan, and wow you really have gotten taller. “I’ll see you soon, Lulu.” You look back at her with a little smirk, and she replies with a little wave.

You sit back down at your desk, blushing as you find yourself struggling to fit between the armrests. It’s pretty late in the day now, but you figure you could knock out another hour of work before clocking out. As you begin to type, however, you realize something. Your paws are way too big for your keyboard. You’re, like. Pressing at least 5 buttons at once here.

You roll your eyes as you flip your computer shut. You can’t type with mittens like these! How silly of you! But hey, at least you’re not cold anymore.

…You figure that you’ll just start again in the morning. Assuming this wears off in the morning.

And considering how long you were snuggling your girlfriend, you get the feeling it’ll last a good while… (In fact, you hope so.)

For now, you deserve some more quality time with your girlfriend. So with a little effort, you get up, nearly taking the chair with you, and you set off to find her. You’re a plushie, and every cotton fiber of your being wanted to snuggle.

#bluebeari.writing #lupa #plushie #tf #snuggling #writing

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cierraonline · 3 months ago

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Missing the podcast real baddddd

EP 1 - No Mean Girl References! Does Billie Like Her Gf's Family? Kimora Has Short Term Memory! You Are The Asshole!

Chapter one : podcast episode #1

Warning: none

Masterlist | next chapter

"Hey you!" Kimora points to the camera, "Were you bored scrolling on TikTok, ended up on YouTube, and realized you have a 'TikTok bird ass brain' that can’t focus on one thing for more than ten seconds? Did you see this thumbnail and think, 'Oh, there’s that Kardashian girl; let’s stare at her face for ten minutes and theorize what plastic surgery she's had'? If so, you’ve come to the right place." Kimora stands straight, looking at the camera with a smile, giving her best five-star hospitality attitude. "Hi, I’m Kimora West, daughter of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West—but you may know them as ‘Culture Vulture Gold Digger’ and ‘That once-good producer before he went... you know, crazy.' I now have a podcast with my girlfriend of four years, Billie Eilish." Billie slides into view and does jazz hands.

"Hi, I’m Billie Eilish, singer, songwriter, and more importantly, her girlfriend," the now-brunette says her short n' sweet line.

"We hope you guys enjoy," Kimora smiles, tilting her head to the side. "Or don’t—we still get paid either way, thanks to YouTube."

XXX

"Sup,kisses and hugs! It’s Kimora, and today is Wednesday, so of course, we’re wearing pink," Kimora says, showing off her baby pink tee and hot pink textured sweatpants. "And over there we have Janis..." The camera slowly slides to the right, revealing Billie in an oversized black shirt and oversized jean jorts.

"Billie," Billie smiles, then turns to her girlfriend. "I thought we agreed on no 'Mean Girls' references."

"Asking me not to make 'Mean Girls' references is like asking me not to be me," Kimora states, before looking back at the camera. "First on the list, a fan question for Billie. Billie, your fan, billiecanslutmeout, wants to know: ‘Do you like the Kardashian family outside of Kimora?'"

"Skip," Billie shakes her head, not wanting to answer because she feels it’s confrontational and doesn’t want to risk upsetting her partner or attracting hate from the 'Kar-Jenner' fanbase.

"Nope," Kimora emphasizes the last syllable. "Answer."

"We’ve talked about this before," Billie begins, but Kimora cuts her off, giving a direct answer.

"She doesn’t like them and is currently in her head trying to find a way to sugarcoat it."

"I didn’t say that," Billie throws her head back, laughing.

"You literally made a song about it—'Overheated,'" Kimora squints her eyes.

"I... I love you and every luxury pink baggage that comes with you. I have love for your family because you’re a product of them. And you are my favorite person in the whole world," Billie says sincerely. "But as someone who promotes body positivity, I don’t support the negative body-image messaging that is part of your family's brand, and there's the constant need for relevancy and exposure, which I’ve developed my own opinions on from behind-the-scenes stories you’ve told me about filming for the TV show."

"Smart answer," Kimora nods. "Now, what about my dad?"

"I honestly think your dad hates me," Billie shakes her head.

"He doesn’t hate you," Kimora insists, knowing deep down that her father actually appreciates Billie’s positive influence on her.

"He literally posted on Instagram that if I didn’t apologize to Travis Scott, he’d cancel his Coachella performance, which led his fans to flood my accounts with hate. I never even mentioned Travis—I was just helping a fan at my concert!" Billie exclaims, eyes wide.

"Yeah, he did do that," Kimora nods awkwardly, acknowledging that her father had actually done it without provocation, putting both girls in a difficult position. For Billie, it was a choice between saying what she truly felt and risking being bullied off the internet by his fans—or staying silent to avoid hurting Kimora. For Kimora, it was about deciding who would get hurt: Billie or her father. "Sorry."

"It was hurtful, but I think you handled it well, especially since it happened in our first year of really being together," Billie reassured her. "Like, as soon as you found out what was going on, you called me while you were driving over with my favorite food to make sure I was okay and could sleep that night."

"I just didn’t want you to feel like…like you and your mental health weren’t a priority for me," Kimora struggled with her words, trying to explain her motivations. "Because I know how my dad can get, and at the time, he’d been spiraling for a few days already. So for me, you were the top priority on my list. I didn’t want to just do nothing and make it seem like his actions were acceptable—because they weren't. I-I-I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wanted you to know I’d be there for you, even if it meant going against my family."

"Yeah," Billie smiled at her with ocean-clear blue eyes meeting warm chocolate brown, speckled with caramel, filled with love and adoration. "Even though we didn’t say it out loud at that time, that was one of those moments when I knew I was in love with you. You stayed with me that whole week, making sure I was okay and taken care of…and even called your dad to apologize to me and ask him to take down the post."

“Aww, you loved me only three weeks in?” Kimora gushed, leaning forward to offer a kiss. Billie smiled and leaned in as well, their breaths mingling in the close space between them. Gently, Billie lifted her left hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Kimora’s ear before tracing her fingers softly along Kimora’s cheek, savoring the velvet-like feel of her skin. With a delicate motion, she moved her fingers from cheek to chin, then closed the distance and softly pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s.

“I love you,” Billie whispered, her eyes still closed, their faces barely a centimeter apart.

“I love you, too,” Kimora replied with a smile, then leaned in for one more tender kiss.

"Do you remember how we met?" Billie asks after the ad, now reclined on the couch with Kimora laying across her, leg draped over her waist.

"We met through a reference from Justin, because he would always say we absolutely had to meet. Hailey was like, 'You two would be perfect for each other if you were to date, because you're opposites with a cohesive middle ground,'" Kimora recalls, remembering her conversation with the Biebers. They were very persistent about wanting the two young, popular stars to either befriend each other—or, in some cases, get married immediately.

"So when did we officially meet?" Billie smiles, playing with Kimora's curls.

"In the Met Gala bathroom," Kimora answers with a smile. "I was coming out of the stall, and you were staring at yourself deeply in the mirror. I told you, 'You don’t have to worry about your appearance anymore. By now, everyone is probably drunk off their rockers because the food sucks, so you could be butt naked and no one would even notice.'"

"I’m surprised you remember that," Billie kisses her forehead. "You’re terrible at remembering things."

"No, I’m not," Kimora pouts, playfully slapping Billie’s thigh.

"You literally forgot we were filming today and almost went to work, even though you scheduled the day off," Billie laughs.

"I have a good memory," Kimora insists. "I’m just busy with the new Skims launch, aka Skims by Kimora." Kimora sits up, looking directly at the camera. "Get your favorite new set for 40% off with code 'GirlsInPink,' no purchase minimum."

"During lockdown, we got hooked on Reddit’s 'Am I the Asshole' stories," Billie smiles, back in their original positions on the burnt orange velvet couch.

"I don’t have blood pressure issues, but these stories drive me nuts. Like, why even ask if you're the asshole when it’s so obvious?" Kimora frowns. "For our first Reddit submission, please welcome Georgina!" Billie holds up a pink square remote, and clapping noises fill the room.

"Heyyy!" Kimora pouts at the remote in Billie’s hand. "I was supposed to be Sam in this podcast."

"Well, now you’re Carly," Billie teases, sticking out her tongue.

"No fair," Kimora crosses her arms, playfully sulking.

"You’re acting like a baby," Billie rolls her eyes with a grin.

"Ok, and?" Kimora glared. "If anything, I'm a cute baby..." She turned her head away from her girlfriend and looked to the right, making eye contact with her best friend, Georgina Miller.

"Alright, first Reddit submission is...‘I am a mother of five, 3 bio-Brooke 22, Will 18 and Iris 16 and 2 bonus sons-Sam 26 and Jack 23. All of my kids are currently living at home with me and my husband for various reasons. Sam's girlfriend Tori 21 and Will's girlfriend Mary 18 also lives with us full time, and Jack GF stays over a lot.

We have a pretty good relationship with all the kids, we don't charge them rent but everyone contribute to the household. We have a couple basic rules-input on utilities, maintain the common areas, etc but one of the rules is no babies, we don't expect our kids to celibate. But we do expect them to be careful.

On Friday, I found a receipt and saw someone brought a pregnancy test. I immediately took a picture of the receipt and put in the family group chat, I figured the culprit would out themselves. No one confessed, so I said that all girls that live in or visited are taking a pregnancy test because I suspect someone is pregnant. They pretty much lost their minds and told me no and messaged that I was being weird and invasive.

That is when I got upset and said that if anyone refused a test, they would have to move out. Everyone freaked out and told me that I'm being emotional and crazy. They decide no one would take a test. I think they assume I will not kick everyone out, but I will because I feel like I'm being gaslit. My youngest Iris is the only one I don't suspect because she is gay, not openly, but I know. I have

given everyone the entire weekend to calm down because everyone has been avoiding me and giving me the cold shoulder. I have tried to discuss the situation repeatedly but I have been ignored in person and over phone.

At this point, I am ready to evict everyone because someone is blatantly lying and all of the others are backing a lie while living stress free in my house. My husband thinks I should let it go for now because the test might have been negative and if someone is pregnant we will know soon. But I feel it a larger issue now of my kids disrespecting me by lying to me. Am I being the asshole?”

“Yes,” Billie answered right when Georgina was done with reading the submission.

“You’re not an asshole… but you are,” Kimora answers. “I can see the problem from both points of view.”

“Same, but I think what makes her an asshole is how she’s handling the situation now that she didn’t get the answers she wanted,” Billie explains why she thinks the writer is indeed an asshole.

“Yeah,” Kimora agrees. “Like, I get it, you’re upset because your boundaries were stepped on, and that’s unfair to you. But at the same time, you can’t force someone to take a pregnancy test just because you want answers right now.”

“Exactly. Even though it was negative, that person probably needed time to think and process the results. They could’ve been reevaluating what to do better to prevent another scare,” Billie adds.

“Oh my God!” A thought hits Kimora's brain full force. “I have another day off—remind me to register to vote.”

“Baby,” Billie looks at her with concern. “You registered last week at the same time as me when my mom was doing hers and asked if we wanted to come do ours.”

“Ohhh.”

“We’re gonna work on your memory, don’t worry,” Billie rubs Kimora’s thigh with sincerity.

“Anyways,” Kimora brushes off the awkward moment. “At the end of the day, you own the house, and if you feel gaslit and your boundaries were crossed, then kick them out, I guess. Just be prepared for the consequences that come with that action. Because at the end of the day… you literally said you don’t care if your kids are having sex, as long as they’re protected. And the pregnancy test was negative. I just feel like you can be protected and still have scares. I mean, Billie and I use a fake penis, and we still get scares. It comes with the territory.”

“They didn’t need to know that!” Billie looks at Kimora with wide eyes, shocked by her girlfriend’s impulsive thoughts.

“They were probably already thinking it,” Kimora shrugs. “You’ve literally done an interview talking about masturbation. Me saying we use a dildo isn’t anything new or shocking.”

“Just end the video,” Billie covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Now, please.”

“Hi, it’s me again,” Kimora awkwardly waves her hand. “Did your TikTok bird ass brain develop and actually let you stay to watch the whole video? Did you like what you saw or heard… or both, for the privileged? If you nodded your head yes or weirdly answered talking to a screen, then you should subscribe to this channel. We update every Wednesday and Saturday, so don’t worry if you don’t have actual friends to hang out with. Instead, come watch me and my girlfriend, Billie, talk about useless shit, vent, and argue about things we’ve done in the past with a couple of inappropriate touches that you shouldn’t be seeing, but our editor is too blind and lazy to take out. We love you, Lisa,” Kimora shouts out her editor at the end. “Bye!”

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 4 months ago

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Heyyyy so I was thinking…Jealous!Poly!plastics? But not overly (unless you want lol)

Maybe Cady and Janis are not so secretly trying to steal Reader from them either romantically or platonically is up to you?🤔Or it can be something totally different lol

You have creative freedom! Thank you!!

Take You Away

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; jealous plastics, Regina & Gretchen being mean to Janis behind her back, Regina being controlling, short drabble

|| Summary; when reader tells the girls about how nice Janis and Cady are to her, they (mostly Regina) take matters into their own hands.

Requests open!

Started; october 27th

Finished; october 28th

~~~

"Hey, Y/N!" You turned to see Cady waving at you with a smile, Janis was pretty close to her. The both of them shared a quiet glance with each other. Looking as though they had some sort of silent conversation that you couldn't figure out. You gave them a little wave back, you considered yourself friends with them but didn't know them overly well. That didn't seem to matter to Cady though. She was pretty friendly with everyone, or at least that's how you saw it. What you didn't know was that her friendliness was mostly just for you. Sure she was nice, but she was extra nice to you. Same with Janis.

Which was why your girlfriends were surprised when you'd later describe Janis as 'nice' and 'polite' to them. Regina eyed you with a 'what the actual fuck' look," we're talking about the same Janis, right? Like pyro Janis?" She stared at you with the most dumbfounded expression you'd ever seen on her.

"Um... I guess so? Janis Imi'ike?" Gretchen looked at Regina when you answered, then back to you with a frown.

"Mama.. she's not nice to anyone. Could you have like- maybe confused her for someone else?" Gretchen asked carefully, Regina nodded. Finding a rare moment where she agreed with Gretchen. She pointed to her.

"Yeah no that. Cause what?" Regina replied.

"I don't think so- short, brunette with dyed hair? Wears self love shirts and puts art on her clothing?" You described Janis. Definitely pyro Janis. They exchanged glances again. Why was Janis being nice to you? It didn't sit right with them.

"Oh I love those shirts! I wanna know where she gets them," Karen smiled, completely unaware of the tension. You looked at her and gave her a small smile before looking back to your other girlfriends. Regina was fuming. She had a pretty good guess why Cady and Janis were being so nice to you. And she didn't like it one bit.

"If they talk to you, just ignore them." She said, which completely confused you. You looked between her and Gretchen.

"Huh? Why?" You asked, Regina just rolled her eyes.

"Are you that blind?" She didn't mean to be snappy, she was just upset with Cady and Janis. And she was subconsciously putting those emotions out onto you. "They're trying to take you away from us."

"Oh.." You mumbled, knowing it was better than to argue with Regina. So you just agreed not to talk with Cady and Janis anymore. Regina then implemented a rule that one of the plastics had to be by your side at all times during school hours; classes didn't necessarily count in this cause there were a couple classes they weren't in with you. Which meant the rule mainly applied for transition times, lunch etc. You were fine with that, it gave you more time with your girls.

The following Monday, Gretchen was with you when the two of you walked to the French class you had together. Cady and Janis were both in that class and, when they saw you, they picked up their pace and started walking beside you to class.

"Sup, Y/N?" Janis smiled, ignoring the dumbfounded Gretchen. Wow, Janis was a lot nicer with you," want to hang out with Cady and I after school?"

"Uh.." You looked to Gretchen, who immediately shook her head and pulled you closer to her.

"She has plans with us." Gretchen replied, which was true. You pretty much did stuff with your girlfriends every day.

"Damn, bummer. Catch ya later then," Janis said as her and Cady entered the class, you and Gretchen followed them in.

You couldn't help feeling bad for letting Gretchen turn them down, wondering how your night could have gone if you said yes.

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chucktaylorupset · 2 years ago

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Happy Valentines Day

You wake up covered in rocks. You open your eyes and see actually that all the rocks are Hershey’s Kisses, the foils creating a shining shore of pink and silver and red. You look over from the tile wall to your best friend slouched on the toilet and that's how you realize that you're in the bathtub. Scattered at your friend’s feet are a dozen or so empty plastic wrappings for party sized bags of Hershey’s Kisses. The situation cannot get any goddamn weirder, even if you tried, so you decide not to try.

You turn to your friend. "Sup."

"I didnt have a true love's kiss." They reply. "But it turns out if you have enough romantic kisses its sort of the same thing. You timed your breakup well. If Megan had cursed you before Valentines day none of this would have been half off."

"How much did this all cost?"

Your best friend reaches out towards the sink and pulls out a long receipt like a magician pulling a row of handkerchiefs out of a sleeve. "Like fifty bucks. Cheaper than going to the emergency room for a curse breaker."

"Huh." You grab one of the kisses and unwrap it . It’s a pink one. You pop it into your mouth. “Real sweet of you.”

#my post #my writing #fic #this sat in my drafts forgotten for two years #happy valentines day #lets see if i can actually use the schedule function correctly for once in my goddamn life

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 3 months ago

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sonny fantasizing about you

sup everyone. it's been a weird 3 months

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, smut, sonny with a pussy, masturbation, fantasizing, reader fingers sonny, dubcon/cnc fantasy, porn with feelings, power dynamics, power bottom sonny, pussy eating, tiny bit of humiliation kink, handcuffs and bondage, squirting, “cunt” is used often, brief hentai mention and one offhand foot fetish mention lmao

⚠️ consensual non-consent (CNC) elements

⚠️ nsfw under the cut. content not intended for minors.

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Sonny plunges his finger in, high off of the thought that his slick could mix with your sweat, and the sound he makes reflects it. It’s jarring how sudden the embarrassment hits as he registers the moan. Yes, from his throat. Yes, he didn’t know he could be that high-pitched either. He should be humiliated at himself but the tip of his finger slides along his pussy at the same time, and clearly one side of his brain is far more active than the other, so his mouth twists up as soon as the moan ends. In other words, he’s unashamed. Indulgent.

Isn’t that the root of the embarrassment, though? How all he needs to get wet is to imagine you slipping off his boxers. He lays down, bare naked in his bedroom, one leg hooked around his arm as it explores his cunt. Of course he’s had this fantasy before: sitting in a chair, the superior in uniform, lax and lazy and waiting to be served.

Then there’s someone else between his legs. Handcuffs are involved. They’re forced to wrap their arms around Sonny’s waist, or either of his thighs. Maybe a leg, maybe a foot. Sometimes it’s rope instead, forcing each wrist to rest around his pussy so they can finger him, feeling the wetness before they fill him up.

And they will fill him up. They don’t realize it yet ‘cause they’re busy sobbing their eyes out at his tight little hole. He pulses eagerly under their touches while they cope with the fact that Captain Brisko was someone they never wanted to do, yet he makes them feel complete now that they have no choice. A taichou commands his prisoners. Taichou commands his partner to satisfy him, whether they like it or not. They don’t know it yet but they will like it.

The person between his legs changes often. Celebrities. Strangers. Cute ones. His fleeting crushes. You’re one of those fleeting crushes. At least, he’d call you fleeting if you asked him yesterday, but he’s jerking off first thing in the morning and his morning voice has become utterly pornographic.

Yes, it's true, you get him off. You get him wet in record time. He’s underestimated you and only now does he realize how badly he’s fallen.

Sonny’s finger cusps his opening and his face twists again. He mewls. "Hnnh~” with a tilde. How out-of-character. He doesn't mewl, he elicits mewls out of others. Christ, he doesn’t have time to think about how pathetic he must be, mewling like a barely legal chick in a hentai. He’s too focused on how wet he is just with a finger and the idea of you. He's barely gotten into the fantasy. In his imagination, it's your hand circling his vagina, occasionally grazing the clit, waiting for the opportunity to slip a finger in and look up and get Sonny's approval, anticipating a far worse punishment if you don't satisfy the captain. His clit's engorged, his slick coats it like gloss. Like jewels. Like plastic wrap over a shiny new toy. His unbuttoned work trousers frame his tight vag.

Your finger reaches in for the first time (and his finger plunges again). Just one. His walls sing, and so does Sonny himself, throwing his head back along the chair (his head nuzzles the pillow) while he groans in affirmation (he lets out a whistling whine of pleasure). You try to say "Yes, sir" but he can't hear it. Your face is a little too buried in his thigh to be audible.

The alternative is to let the words on your lips meet the velvety skin on the inside of his leg. It trembles as your lips purse into kisses, open-mouthed and sultry, slow and sensual, enough to make his firm muscles feel like putty. "Yes, sir," you say again. Sonny can't hear it. Of course. But what Sonny can register is the way your tongue laps against the inside of his thigh as you speak, as well as how it flicks at the R sound, shooting pleasure straight to his dripping cunt.

Sonny gasps, both in his sheets and the elaborate fantasy he's constructed. He tries to catch his breath, but his shuddering body interrupts, begging his finger to hit the G-spot again. He wants you inside him, he wants to thrust into your hand until your knuckles are soaked. In a perfect world, his hips would be your enclosure.

Rapaciousness takes over as he fucks himself. Sonny's cunt throbs. He squeezes his eyes shut as he probes the core of his sex. A sloping finger flicks the fluttering walls while his knuckles press his swollen clit, so damn sensitive that he cries, he cries out loud at the euphoria. "Nnh—!" His voice cracks halfway through. The sound turns into a scream.

It's a possession. The volume is, like everything else since Sonny woke up, humiliating, but he lets his self-awareness elude him. His register wavers with the scream, flitting up and down as he squirts. Fluid splatters on his thigh. His hand took the brunt of it, reaching as far as his wrist though it pools closer to his opening.

Drunk off lust, Sonny milks himself; up and down, up and down, just like his voice. By now it's turned to brazen moans, all shaky from his lasciviousness. "Fuck," he whispers to himself, barely able to finish the word. The rush under his clit interrupts his thought process. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He repeats himself as his long, callused fingers kindle his G-spot. In his fantasy this is the grand finale: the commanding officer snatches your hair and shoves your tongue into his cunt. You have no choice but to eat him out until he nuts. By then, his hand would cling to your shoulder as a silent mission accomplished, you’re relieved of your duties. Despite the confirmation your tongue would continue to lap into him. You’d soak up all his spend, sucking and drinking and licking all along his G-spot until Captain Brisko is too fucked out to move. The only thing he wants to see in the afterglow is your face covered in his waters.

Until then the next best thing is his left hand. The kindling feeling has turned into unbridled desire, heavy and hot like lava settling down his belly. Hips snapping into his palm, Sonny dreams of your mouth along the lip of his pussy. Your tongue feeds the flame. His finger takes over where his fantasy left over. With his eyes closed it’s easier to pretend you’re the one prying into Sonny’s sopping cunt. You should be here teasing his hole but here he is, legs spread like a skank, fucking himself while mercy abandons him and his vision whites out and his ears ring til kingdom come.

The sheets crumple under Sonny’s rakish ass while his back arches. Moans go unfiltered even though his head tips into his pillow with the arch, blood rushing down his neck and into his curled toes and certainly his shameless cunt.

Cum spurts out as Sonny finishes into his hand and enters the most intense orgasm of his life. Call him dramatic but time really does freeze, stretching out in saltwater taffy motions as all senses go blank. His vision becomes streaks of gray. He’s not sure if his eyes are open. Slick may as well have dribbled down his leg; he can’t register the cooling breeze against his wet skin. The sound of his needy cries is distant, but his vocal cords clutch one another in anticipation, just waiting for the signal to get loud. To say your name.

The slick traveled between his legs and the sides of his fingers. Cum dangles between the digits as Sonny cups his hand, then slowly stretches the joints. The cycle returns him back to Earth and his stained sheets and the slight sweat on his skin, damp with the scent of sex.

Rays of sunlight shine on the carpet of his room, so early in the morning that the light is pastel. Sonny’s chest rises and falls. He rasps out loud, still feeling the exhaustion of jerking off, heartbeat pulsing so strongly that it lurks in his ears.

Sonny’s eyes flutter, regaining feeling before they close again, and he rests his cum-soaked hand along his collarbone like a maiden clutching her heart. The slick seeps between his defined pecs. For a moment he could think of its significance; brawn, secretion, and emotion, all in one central point. Then he realizes that he doesn’t do emotion. Not by choice, at least, they're simply difficult for him to access. Today is an exception. Now that he’s recovered from the initial overstimulation, his mind feels as clear as the sinew along his tendons and the sensuality under the hood of his clit.

Now that he’s got his thoughts in order they drift off to the object of his affections. Jesus, Sonny came so hard he’s waxing poetic. He’s bad at that too, but he would call you a craving. Something he never realized he yearned for until he got a taste. This was the hardest he’s climaxed in months.

He let himself be enchanted by your beauty, gorgeous face full of cum and carnality, but now he rubs his hand tenderly along his chest. Would that be how you’d touch him, cradling him in aftercare? And when he pushes down to soothe his relaxing muscles, could you caress him with the same force? Sonny experiments with the pressure, no longer thinking about his satisfaction but more about your natural behavior. He’d like to know the answer: what do you do after sex?

Shit, he could use a cuddle.

Shit, he could use a cuddle and pillow talk.

Sonny rolls over and clutches the spare pillow on his bed. It fulfills his longing to hold and be held, but if he could feel you breathe under his palms, he’s certain he’d start crying.

He buries his face into the pillow, and for the first time that day, remembers to hide his true feelings. Sonny smiles sweetly. The edge of his lip catches the fabric. It’s too early in the morning to decide if he’s head over heels, but the way he nuzzles into his pillow like it’s your shoulder is telling. He can admit it to himself during his lunch today.

Like clockwork, his phone chimes on his nightstand. Sonny reaches over with his unstained hand. Like clockwork, his alarm clock works. He woke up naturally before his first alarm so he was already ahead of the curve. Masturbating helped.

He rose up in bed and stretched as he checked his phone, muttering “G.M.” under his breath. 7:00 AM. It was as late as he could sleep with his early-bird internal clock as a police officer. He had the day off today, but his calendar app had a notification for today: “3 pm: spend afternoon with reader.”

Yes, he’d have to think about it during lunch. He’s got time. Sonny’s morning routine is quick enough that he can spend the rest of the AM with chores and anime, all the way until he meets up with you.

Sonny sheds the blankets covering his bare manhood. He closes the bathroom door behind him. Yes, he thinks about if he held the door open. He’d want you to step in first. He would take his time unfastening your clothes, then let you use his arm for stability as you enter the shower. Neon yellow hair sticks to Sonny’s temple as he sits under the shower head. Water rinses sweat-shined skin, the cum in his hand, the slick between his legs; Sonny raises his arms. The day officially begins.

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cookie-crumblr · 1 year ago

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 2~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, extortion, pet names not given by ML (kitten, good girl), little angsty possibly?, smut will start in the next part!🐶✨!

“Sup Jazzy” his own voice says to him.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you and Issac?”

“Awww, did you just call cause you missed us?” they say in an mocking tone, their voice changing to one of their own mid way through the sentence.

“Always, but that’s not why I called.” He sends a copy of some of your cat cam footage that he sped watched through. “I just need the name of the dick hole at 57:32. I’d do it myself but I don’t want to look that thing up on my work computer.”

“Ooooo! I see why you need that info. She’s mine and Issac’s type too… Sent!”

“Thanks. This still doesn’t pay me back by the way.”

“Figures, I am using your face and all.”

“Yeah ‘nd my face is hot. You’ll owe me for a long time you filthy fuckin’ sadist.”

“Takes one to know one,” they say through a smirk. “Hey Jasper,” their head tilts in curiosity, “your girl just left her building…”

“What?” He pulls up some of the other cameras in the building to look. The second floor has a bling camera that pinged it’s owner’s phone just now.

Sure enough you’re seen walking down the stairs in front of that door. You have a baking pan in hands with one birthday candle sticking out of what looks like chocolate cake.

“Why is she going out at this time? it’s like 3am for her. Has she done this before? does she always bring cake, and nothing else?”

Not even a second passes, “Looks like once a month. She goes out at two-ish, I followed her through the ground cameras to a factory. Sending all footage from the last time now. And coordinates for current active cameras near the perceived destination.”

“Shit. A factory?! What could she possibly be doing at a place like that at three in the fucking morning. That’s so dangerous. Watch her until she gets home. And I don’t know, fucking, blow somethin’ up if shit starts to go down. I have to take a flight. ‘Nd, don’t go outside for a while, unless you get a new face in the meantime.”

“Awww, but I like your face,” they pout.

“Me too! Just kidnap someone for a minute, and deal with it. jeeze. You’ll figure it out.”

“Or I could—”

“Bye Dev.in, i’ll be in contact, and if something happens to her, you’re never getting out of my contract.”

“I hate being indebted to a filthy fucking sadist like you.” they fake a sigh, not actually upset.

“Takes one to know one.” Jasper hangs up abruptly, already packing up three laptops, and their accessories to go.

Sure enough, you’ve walked all the way to a factory at 3am.

You’re running a little late tonight…

He can wait… You think.

He’s already extorting you double, almost triple your rent now.

He can wait.

“Fuck!” You hurry.

All you brought is that stupid hollow cake filled with a plastic bag of cash, and a lighter. Like always.

Eventually you get there, none the wiser that you’re being watched over by a sort of guardian angel this time.

They invisibly follow as you swerve through dark alley ways. You take slightly different routes every time.

Dev.in sits watching, waiting, finding everything nearby that they could hack if they need to cause a distraction to hopefully save you if it comes to that.

You’ve done this so many times before, usually just out of a camera’s reach.

They get into the satellites, replaying footage, as it is unfolding in real time, comparing.

On more than one time you’ve gotten attacked.

Jasper isn’t going to like that.

He already doesn’t approve of this.

You hobble dazedly to the ER when that happens, but you still go to the drop off point first.

What could be more important or scary than that, that you’d not see a doctor first?

The satellite and the real time footage all play out similarly:

You meet the same man.

He grabs you

He kisses you on the cheek.

You light the candle.

He blows it out.

He leans in to say something into your ear.

You walk either home, or to the hospital depending.

Dogs are out barking viciously nearby.

You don’t even flinch at any of this anymore.

This has been going on for more than a year it seems.

What is in that cake?

“The cake you wanted.” You shift uncomfortably, holding the pan out in offering. “And sorry I was running a little late.”

“It’s okay,” He gives you that smile that sends a freezing chill right down into your bones. “things happen,” He shrugs.

He kisses you on the cheek, and leans further to tell you how much you owe them next month and the day he wants you to come.

His menthol cigarette scent makes you nauseous the closer he gets to you.

Intrusive and rough hands grope up your arms and one rests now under your chin.

He makes you feel filthy.

You’re grimacing.

“I trust you Kitten, besides… you know i’ll get my money one way or another.” His grip tightens and your face scrunches harder. “You’d hate to go back into the pit right? Now go on home and be a good girl until we meet again…” his grip is so tight you stifle a whine.

You turn and walk away again. Keeping your pace even, and your head held high.

You almost blend into the underground world.

Almost.

A man with a blade that glints in the cameras is following you back home.

While you fiddle with the main door’s lock and your keys, your hands tremble, displaying how terrified you really are.

Dev.in starts a car parked directly behind you.

You manage to stumble inside while the guy is distracted.

You lean against the inside of the front door, a relieved, and beyond stressed sigh leaves your chest.

Then you head upstairs, fatigued just like every time prior.

You have a fitful rest, filled to the brim with nightmares that constantly wake you up, panting and clutching your chest.

The dawn finally comes. The sun is more than welcome as it shines through the slits between your blackout curtains.

You jump out of bed, not wanting to try and sleep any longer.

You have today off work, thank goodness.

As soon as your computer is on, and dipcord is open, you get a DM, “Hey! Sorry I had to suddenly leave last night! getting a little overworked rn. Wanna VC soon?”

You call him this time.

The longer it rings, the harder your heart pounds.

“Hey there, Y/N, I forgot to tell you somethin’ last night.”

“Oh really?” You try not to sound nervous, or stressed but he can hear it all in your sleepy inflections.

“I have a meet up comin’ up soon!” He didn’t until last night though. “It’s in (a city near you), is that close to you at all? My viewers have been begging me to bring you since they met you!” He isn’t wholly lying, they really do love you already.

“What?! really!” your excitement overpowers you precarious emotional state, “That’s actually super close to me! I think I can afford the trip…” You sigh, remembering work, “Wait, um what day…?”

He frowns, his heart spreading a tingling sharp pain all the way down to his left hand, “I-I can change it! i-if you can’t make the day! when are your days off next month?”

“No!” ops, that came out a little too loud, “Uh, no, sorry. I can’t have you do that. I mean, what if your viewers already changed their schedule?” You sigh.

He hasn’t even told them yet, nobody’s schedule can be impacted.

He scrubs the footage from the bling camera downstairs to see your schedule quickly, you seem to have one day off a week… What the fuck? He thinks… And so much overtime, how little are they paying you?

“Jasper…?”

“Oh sorry! i only got like three hours of sleep last night,” he chuckles”

“Oh no! that’s not good, you should try and nap after this!” you sound so genuinely stressed for him. His pain evaporates.

“It’s on Tuesday the 12th. Is that doable?”

You sigh in relief, “Yes! I actually can! that’s so cool! it falls right on one of my days off!” Your gut flips, something feels so off…

Maybe it’s just the residual feeling from last night?

“Awesome! I’ll definitely be takin’ that nap soon then,” he laughs such a perfect and easy laugh, it somehow eases your entire being beyond belief.

Tears start prickling your eyes, and he hears your tiny sniffle.

“Is somethin’ the matter Y/N?” His voice is so gentle again. he makes you imagine a summer morning in a sprawling golden field. It’s like sun on your skin for the first time in so long…

Yes. God yes. your life. That’s what’s wrong. How the fuck did you get in half the predicaments you’re currently in? “No,” You fake a yawn, “I’m just a little sleepy, I guess we’re in the same boat there!” you let out a laugh that sounds more strained than you wanted.

You can’t cry yet.

Don’t cry yet.

Please.

Do. Not. cry.

I’m gonna take a nap too! sorry I-I have to go!” Your voice cracks, “sleep well, Jasper…”

You hang up without giving him a chance to say anything more. Without the chance to catch you.

and the second that app is closed, your dam bursts.

You feel like screaming, and you feel hoarse like you already have been.

How long ago was the last time you’ve cried?

The last time you’ve even felt safe enough to cry.

“Jazzy! my man-”

“Dev, I need ya to black this entire town out for an hour.”

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rahuratna · 7 months ago

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Geriatric Kaisen (Part 1)

Megumi arrives back at Jujutsu Tech after a day out to find ... some alarming changes to its inhabitants.

CW: Foul language

Genre: Humour, crack, fluff, suspense.

(A quick scribble in between updates. Please don't hurt me for this, dear readers.)

It started with a strange shift on the breeze. Barely perceptible, to Megumi's reckoning, but the honing of his senses told him that something may not be right. That, and the soft growling that came from the shikigami flanking him, their hackles bristling in coordinated aggression.

Sticking out a warning hand, he advanced along the winding avenue that led to the main entrance of Jujutsu Tech, alert and watchful. This certainly hadn't been the first time an attack had been launched on the school. Even with all of its protective enchantments, Jujutsu Tech was a known stronghold for the sorcerers, and was therefore a prime target for their more powerful enemies.

The cans of soda he'd purchased from the convenience store clinked softly against each other in the shopping bag he held, the rustling of the limited edition crisps a distraction. He set the bag down and proceeded, footsteps light and body tense, fingertips twitching. Wincing slightly, he remembered what else the bag contained.

A cupcake.

Probably squashed beyond recognition now. The icing was pink and white, stodgy, wrapped tightly in plastic, handed over by the wrinkled hands of the old woman he had helped count change at the till. Even Megumi could admit that the elderly had a known weakness for him, a tendency to pat his spiky hair and murmur about what a 'good boy' he was. If only they knew the half of it.

The imposing sliding doors of the tech had now come into view. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Megumi considered for a moment before deciding that reconnaissance was priority. He brought his hands together in an imitation of his shikigami's great wings, taking a breath before opening his mouth to speak Nue's name into the soft breeze, when the sliding doors opened.

Immediately, the hounds at his side went alert, but Megumi frowned. They were not reacting in the way he'd expected. Noses raised to the air, they were sniffing cautiously, but without enmity. Eyes narrowing, Megumi took in the man standing in the doorway.

Was this someone he knew?

The figure was coming forward slowly now, the russet afternoon burnishing their flowing silver hair.

Silver?

Yes, that's what it seemed like.

The person was obviously older, maybe the same age as the woman he'd seen at the pay point earlier. In spite of this, they still moved with an ease that spoke of strength and grace, the surefootedness of someone who could hold their own, even at this age. There was not much else he could make out at this distance, save for the dark glasses and walking stick they were twirling effortlessly in their hand.

He approached, pace matching the elderly man's. Stopping a few feet away, Megumi frowned as his shikigami began to whine and wag their tails slightly.

How was this possible? He didn't know this man. Unless this was ... some kind of trap, possibly? But how could they have fooled the uncanny senses of the dogs? Taking a bracing breath, Megumi decided that the best way to clear things up was adopting a direct approach.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you lost?"

The white-maned head turned slowly in his direction. The man's voice was firm and clear, with only the slightest tremor of age.

"Me? Lost? Are you for real right now?"

Well now. There was definitely something familiar about that tone. And using language like that ...

Brows pinching together, Megumi kept his hands at the ready.

"What do you ... You realise that this is a school, right? Did you take a wrong turn and get lost somewhere? I can direct you, if you like."

To his consternation, the old man started laughing so hard that the walking stick shuddered perilously in his grasp.

"Wait, you don't recognize me like this?"

"Should I?"

"Megumi, it's me."

"What?"

"You're super special, strongest in the world, hottest in the universe, perfect skin, perfect hair sensei."

Megumi was silent for minute, taking some time to process what was being said to him. Something clicked sooner rather than later, because now his eyes were widening and he took a step back.

"Wait .... Gojo? Is that you?"

"Course it's me. God, you're so dumb for a smart kid - "

"But what happened to you? Are the others okay? What's going on here?"

"Relax. It's some kind of field technique. Not a domain. Covered the whole campus and made us like this, but didn't do much else. That's why I came out here. To maybe draw them out, see what they're after."

To say that Megumi was horrified was an understatement.

"You came outside like this? Are you crazy? They'll - wait. Let's go back in, please. This place is exposed."

His eyes darted to the treeline, taking stock of their surroundings.

"Gojo, did you even stop to consider that this is exactly what they want? You, in a weakened state - "

"Weakened? Weakened?"

Gojo was laughing again, in that truly insufferable way he had, now with the added irritation of his hand slapping hard at his knee like a drunk salaryman egging on his co-workers at karaoke.

"Boy, if you think I'm weakened in any way, you've got another think coming."

Clicking his tongue in aggravation, Megumi grabbed elderly Gojo's arm and attempted to drag him back to the building. It was like dragging the heaviest sack of potatoes known to man. Gojo barely moved an inch.

"See? You still think I'm weak?"

"Did you turn off your infinity just to prove that to me?"

"Sure did. Now, let's see."

Gojo pulled off the dark glasses and suddenly Megumi was confronted with the irrefutable evidence that this was, indeed, his sensei. Those crystal hued eyes would have been exceptionally hard to replicate, by anyone's standards. Bordered by deeply etched crow's feet, stark in their brightness against the spotted skin and wispy hair, it was evident that they had lost none of their slightly unhinged daredevilry.

"I spy ... with my little ... damn, things are looking kinda hazy out here. Anyway, what's that? There, in the grass?"

Confused, Megumi glanced back the way he had come and spotted the shopping bag lying where he had left it.

"Oh. I went to the seven eleven for some stuff."

"Bring it over here."

"Are you serious right now? Can you please get inside?"

"I'll go inside if you get the bag," Gojo sang, voice quivering with cheerful infirmity.

"Oh, for the love of - Fine! Just ... just go to the door and wait there."

"Okay, sonny boy."

"Don't call me that!"

Stomping over to the shopping bag, Megumi snatched it up, pausing as the cold nose of his shikigami pressed comfortingly into his hand. The other hound had actually remained at Gojo's side, walking slowly beside the aged sorcerer as he made his way back to the sliding doors. Sighing, Megumi rubbed at the bridge of his nose before following.

"So, you said this field technique, whatever it is, made us like this? Are the others also affected?"

"Oh yeah. I had them all gather in the staff lounge. We've got our weapons and protections too, so don't look at me like that."

"So you don't think what you did was spectacularly stupid?"

"Not as stupid as you for not getting any sweets. Are these savoury snacks all you eat?"

"I eat them once a week! Unlike you."

"Wait, what's this?"

Gojo's questing fingers had encountered the soft give of the cupcake. He drew it out and gave a croaky chuckle.

"How kind! You did think of me!"

"I didn't. Someone gave that to me."

"It's pink! Does that mean it's strawberry?"

"It's just food colouring."

"But I wanted strawberry."

"Just eat the cupcake, please."

They had reached the staff lounge by now and Gojo raised his hand, a soft pulse echoing from his fingertips through the door. Probably a means to identify himself to whatever protective technique had been placed on the door. Entering, Megumi stopped dead in his tracks.

Now this was a sight.

Standing at the coffee machine, hands on hips, was a woman with narrowed, hawk-like amber eyes and bobbed salt and pepper hair, her frame and intimidating bearing very familiar in spite of the added height and wiry muscle she now possessed.

"What do you mean I shouldn't have another? Coffee is all I've got going for me, at this point."

"Kugisaki, just calm down. We don't know what kind of side effects this technique has. Your heart may not be able to handle that much caffeine!"

These words came from beneath the grizzled mustache of a man who could only be Yuuji. The phrase 'cool uncle' had never fitted anyone else so well. Even aged to somewhere in the region of his sixties, Yuuji was still hale and hearty, his much taller stature and rippling muscles making the uniform he wore look some kind of miniature cosplay. His pink hair was slightly faded, but tied back in a short ponytail that somehow suited him very well.

"Just step away from the coffee machine - "

"Like hell I will!"

"Oh my God. Maki-senpai, please talk some sense into her?"

"Don't called me senpai. That's weird right now."

Megumi's gaze moved reluctantly over to the woman in question. Seated cross legged on the floor, sharpening one of her weapons with the manner of one who did such things to calm down, Maki was definitely the epitome of aged warrior. Her green hair was now shot with grey, cropped short, jacket and shirt pulled open, her exceptionally powerful shoulders and arms exposed in the vest she wore underneath.

Megumi was secretly relieved that some of them were still clearly in great fighting shape, because he had no idea who had created the aging technique or why.

"Wait."

Gojo leaned forward on his walking stick, scanning the room with a squint.

"Where did Nanami and Ijichi go?"

Maki shrugged.

"Went to gather some supplies. Nanami said something about food and Ijichi went with him. We've been holed up in here all morning, so this lot is getting cranky."

Yuuji huffed, and the petulant expression looked exceptionally incongruous on his rugged, bearded face.

"I'm not the one who's cranky. Look at Kugisaki over here."

"I need to feel calm!"

"And you think five cups of coffee are gonna help you? Be for real!"

"Coffee calms me!"

"You're weird as hell, then!"

It was at this moment that Yuuji and Nobara spied Megumi who let out a silent, internal scream when they both swiveled to face him, eyes narrowing accusingly.

"Fushiguro?"

"What the fuck?"

"Wait, why didn't the technique affect you?"

"I was out all morning, running errands. I just got back from the convenience store."

Nobara threw her hands up.

"How is this fair? The guy who acts like an old man twenty-four seven is fine, but we're the ones with janky knees and back pain that never goes away."

Megumi frowned.

"I do not act like an old man."

At that moment, the protective technique across the door, probably effected by Ijichi, resonated once more and the two men who shuffled in made Megumi stare even longer.

Nanami's hair was now pure white, but his posture was still dignified and straight, the natural lines that defined his clear cut features more pronounced than ever. His imposing figure was a little spare, the distinctive suit now hanging slightly about the chest and shoulders. Age had only added to his dignity.

Ijichi was fiddling with his glasses, liver-spotted fingers pushing them further up his nose as he squinted through them at Megumi. The assistant manager was already shedding hair at an alarming rate, a distinct bald patch appearing at the top of his head, shoulders sunk in a permanent hunch, fingers bent arthritically.

"Who - ohhh, Fushiguro. Nice to see that the curse didn't get you."

Gojo growled and spun on his heel.

"Where did you two idiots go? I told you to stay put."

Nanami raised a thin, pale eyebrow.

"We went to get food. We needed it."

"You could have sent Yuuji or Nobara - "

"And you could have waited in here instead of going out to antagonize whoever did this. Looks like your ego got worse with age."

"And that stick up your ass got worse with age too."

Nanami scoffed and removed his signature shades. The eyes behind them were as sharp and calculating as always, in spite of the lines that graced their corners.

"On the contrary. Being in this state has opened my eyes to many things."

Yuuji glanced over curiously, his mouth already stuffed with the onigiri Ijichi had placed on the table.

"Whaddaya mean, Nanamin?"

"Meaning that the frailty of the human condition has impressed itself upon me."

He was met with a blank stare from the pink-bearded man, but Ijichi piped up from behind him.

"Oh, I get you, Nanami. I understand."

Nobara folded her arms.

"Well, let's hear it then."

"If this is what it feels like being old ... then why waste the time we have left worrying about pointless things?"

Yuuji waved his hands in concern.

"Whoa, whoa, stop right there. This is a cursed technique, meaning it can be reversed, right? Right?"

Gojo was examining his fingernails.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Are you being serious right now? I can't be an old man! I'm not ready."

Gojo nodded in commiseration.

"Oh, I know, I know. I wasn't ready to lose my youthful hot body either."

"That's not - "

Ijichi interrupted with a quavery shout that shocked them all into silence.

"Fuck paperwork!"

Megumi stared.

"Err ... what?"

"Fuck it. Fuck all of it. And fuck you too, Gojo!"

"Eh?"

"See how I'm losing my hair? This is your doing! You're the one who stresses me out every day! But no more! I don't have to take this shit. Look at the state of my knees! I don't care anymore. Nobody's going to boss me around!"

Gojo pointed a slightly unsteady finger at the manager.

"Oh, excuse me for being the strongest sorcerer who keeps evil at bay and saves your butt on the regular."

"Well, you didn't save us from this, did you? You're a sad old grandpa, just like me! See how the worm turns?"

"Why, you little shit stirrer, I'll - "

"Enough."

Megumi breathed a sigh of relief as Nanami once again proved himself to be the only sane adult in the room, even under these circumstances.

"Gojo, please. This event has obviously shaken Ijichi. You should be more understanding. Here, you need food too. Take these onigiri. They have red bean filling."

Mumbling slightly, Gojo set aside the cupcake he held, taking the parcel and beginning to undo the paper wrapping. He picked out one of the onigiri and froze, his head slowly lifting to stare at Nanami. Megumi frowned and looked over his shoulder.

The onigiri Gojo held was shaped, very recognizably, as a penis.

Nanami stared back at the white haired sorcerer impassively, prompting Gojo to speak.

"Nanami. What the heck is this?"

"An onigiri."

"I can see that, you old fart! I mean, why is it shaped like this?"

"Oh, that? It's so that you can ... how do I put this? Eat a dick."

The rest of the room's occupants looked on in no small surprise as Ijichi snorted, covering his mouth, shoulders heaving. Nanami's mouth twitched, before a deep, hearty chuckle emerged from his chest. Before long, the two elderly men had doubled over, Gojo's angry expression apparently too much for them to handle.

"I ... haven't laughed like this since ..."

"Oh, oh, please. My bladder ... isn't what it used to be."

This set them off on a fresh round of laughter, which struck Gojo out of his stupor. He rapped the table sharply with his walking stick.

"Oi! Are you two assholes forgetting who's keeping everyone safe right now?"

"With what? The power of your Infinite Diaper?"

Megumi got between Gojo and the others before the purple glow he'd seen forming around the old sorcerer's hand could take out half the room.

"Let's just ... calm down. We need to find a way out of this technique. Any ideas?"

Nobara was looking at him in a way he didn't like at all. She came forward, a small, dangerous smile playing around her lips.

"And who made you boss, baby boy? I'm your elder now, and you do what I say."

It was Megumi's turn to lose his temper.

"Like hell I will!"

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. Now tell us your idea while you give me a back rub."

Maki grunted from her place on the floor.

"And when you're done with her, come crack my neck for me. Feels kinda stiff."

Gojo immediately forgot his feud with the two cackling sorcerers opposite him.

"Hey, Megumiiiii, I'm your sensei. You gotta listen to me first. Be a good boy and break this cupcake up for me. Then take out all the choc chips. I wanna eat them separately, cos they'll get stuck in my gums."

Feeling his blood pressure suddenly skyrocket, Megumi swore violently in his head at the crackpot curse user who had thought this would be a good use of their time and useless technique. If any of these old coots died, it would probably be by his own two hands.

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On the first night of Christmas my lover gave to me... one tequila shot.

Blumen here!

First time writing here, I'm new at this, this is my first fanfic: Rick Sanchez- I'm obsessed whit him now-.

Please be kind, English is not my first language.

Summary:Rick Sanchez is caught whit a turmoil of emotions due he doesn't know how to confront the truth: he's falling for you.

Notes:SFW,Angst and fluff at equal parts, probably grammatical mistakes, f reader.

Enjoy!

"Shit."

That was he's first thought.

Shit... shit... shit...

Wasn't simple as he expected to be, you were only a family friend, younger than his own daughter, but for some reason he felt not that annoyed when you were around; curious, kind, sassy and , why Don't tell it?, attractive... The whole package...for whom?

"I'm the smartest creature alive, I don't need to feel." He thought.

And then he was there, staring at you while you were helping Beth whit the decorations for the upcoming Christmas party.

"Rick, could you please give me that mistletoe over there".You said pointing to a dusty box."The plastic ones, we won't use natural due some...Winnie Jerry allergy".

That's it, he likes you because you also think so low about Jerry, was expected after he told you all the things he has done to Beth-at least from his peculiar point of view-.

The party went by in the best way of all, curiously the best part of them all, at least for the Smith family, was that Rick stayed silent almost all the time-just whit a few ungraceful and rude comments that died the moment you looked at him whit a slight pout-.

After all that, there he was standing in the silence and emptiness of the garage, not sure what was going on inside him, maybe understanding but unable of acknowledge it.

"Shit". That was his first thought.

Suddenly the door cracked open as you entered into the dim lighted room.

"Rick? Are you here?" You muttered.

A low groan was your answer as you stepped into his 'domain', Rick looked at you whit slight red eyes and a smirk, false as the mistletoe you hung earlier.

"Sup,doll"

You chuckled at the pet name and that made his skin crawl, why you had to be such an endering creature? Why you in the whole vastness of cosmos?

You lend him a present, a small box wrapped in blue paper whit a silver ribbon.

"Happy whatever, Beth told me you weren't a fan of Christmas but... I guess you can have a present."

You smiled at him whit that soft expression, that fucking soft expression that you always gave to Beth when she was nagging about Jerry, the same soft face that you made at his grandchildren when they came back safe and sound after their adventures whit him, the same soft face you had when he found you staring at him.

You were just a family friend, then why?

"Open it, is not a fancy thing, just some 'caballitos' for tequila... I know you are into... Drinks, so I thought about you when I was there... "

Your voice died the moment you were about to say something really embarrassing, at least for you; he noticed but that didn't changed his inner turmoil: Why the fuck you were so damn you?

Rick ripped the paper and looked at the wooden box, he opened and found 6 tequila shot glasses perfectly aligned.

"Thanks doll, so thoughtful of you." He said whit the same raspy voice.

You smiled again, almost childish, a slight pink covering your cheeks as if you were a college girl opening your heart to a professor.

"I'm happy you liked, I don't know maybe in another universe something is different..."

"What did you said?" He asked a bit taken aback.

"Sorry... I guess is not the best to talk about universes whit someone like you, but for us, mortals". You chuckled at your own pun. " We though that maybe in other universe things could be different..." Your voice were calmed and the tone almost apologetic.

That was it! Rick pulled the wooden box to his chest and a soft smile,that you have never seen before, crossed his face. Rick thought in that moment that maybe, maybe in other reality there was a Rick being brave enough to let go all that spite, brave enough to embrace this fluffy feeling inside him, brave enough to take your hand, to ask you out... To give himself another chance.

"Well, I'll leave you alone... I have to drive home and is a bit frosty outside."You turned in your heels to reach the door when a hand clinged softly to the hem of your sweater, you turned around and saw Rick, averting your gaze.

"Tequila, doll?" He muttered.

You looked at him bewildered before letting out a small huff.

"Sorry Rick but is getting late and a storm could hit any time..."

"I'll drive you home if you want", He interrupted, "well... is more like I'll teleport home if you want to...stay... "

Rick's voice trailed off, not due the alcohol, that sounded different but more due the sensation that if he let you go he will be less of a Rick, he was 'The Rick', always a step ahead, always in control, always thinking outside the box, always being what the other Ricks weren't and he wanted to be... Brave.

"So?" He said letting go off the hem of your sweater.

You blinked a bit confused but after a moment you nodded whit a grin plastered in your face.

"Sure, but not here... Is freezing , let's go inside to the living room" You nodded towards the door that connected the garage whit the rest of the house.

"Fuck no doll". Said he waving his hand in mid air whit a annoyed expression.

You just grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the house again and there was it, he was being 'The Rick' by going against all that made the Ricks be less of a Rick than him: giving himself a second chance.

#rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x you #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfic #rick Sanchez fluff

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