#and one of the girls started violently gagging and throwing up

[nururu]

This fishtank show on YouTube is insane....... Some guy named simmon just got kicked out bc he was outed for writing and selling a book that teaches you how to date children while you're a camp counselor... So after he got kicked out, the show host set up a camping trip flash challenge and invited a new contestant and his name is fucking Simon and he resembles Simmon kind of and all the original contestants are having like ptsd flashbacks. This show is so unethical... I can't stop watching..

[baby-yongbok]

Mine - Kim Seungmin x afab!Reader

Genre: Smut Drabble/ Hard Thought - MDNI Word Count: 672

Warnings: Degradation, cursing A/N: My head is spinning right now, I found out that there are BDSM muzzles. (I'm buying one immediately) and then I thought about Seungmin saying that he should muzzle you and it all went down hill from there. I might turn this into a longer fic eventually idk but my brain was rotting with this thought. ✧ Masterlist ✧

Thinking about how Seungmin would act when he finds out that you, his best friend, has a Twitter account dedicated to posting lewd photos and videos of yourself. You told him about it on a whim while the two of you were watching a movie on your couch and before you knew it he was scrolling down your shared media. A small grin on his face as he watches a video of you fucking some guy you hooked up with on a random night out. 

"You think this was good?" He'd look over at you with an expression so serious that you couldn't tell if he really wanted an answer to his question "I could fuck you way better than this" 

That's how you ended up with your back against his chest as the two of you sat on your couch. Your legs spread open and your exposed pussy on display to your best friend. "You must really be a slut, huh?" His fingers would trail light circles around your clit, teasing you so slowly that it made your head spin. You whine for more, bucking your hips up into his hand. 

"Do you just let any guy have access to this pretty pussy? And you're so fucking needy too. You want more?" He was inside of you in an instant, filling you up mercilessly and fucking into you like you belonged to him. He was right when he said that he could fuck you better, you could feel that delicious knot in your stomach as soon as he started fucking into your g-spot at the perfect angle. 

“Look at you, my dumb mutt is drooling. Is my cock so good that you need to make a fucking mess?” Yes, it is that good, you find yourself babbling as he fucks you harder. It’s so much but you keep asking for more and he keeps giving. His new favorite thing is watching you fall apart on his cock. He never would’ve thought that his sweet and innocent best friend could be so lewd. It was all an act. 

He’d laugh when you beg him to fuck you harder, landing a bruising slap on your ass as he rams into you. “You want more? Don’t run from it, pup you just asked for this.” He’d pull out right when you announce that you’re close and turn you around, propping your legs up over his shoulders so that he can reach spots that he couldn’t before. Your moans and cries drown out the sound of skin slapping and Seungmin’s own grunts of pleasure. He’d rub your clit to edge you a bit then stick those arousal covered digits in your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Shut the fuck up, such a noisy bitch. I should muzzle you.”  He smiles when you clench around him, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d fucking like that wouldn’t you? You want me to fucking gag you? Such a slut.”

He’d get a bit sweeter when he gets close to finishing, he’d praise you with each sloppy thrust. Kissing your calves and sucking and nipping bruises into your ankle. You unravel as soon as his fingers brush against your clit, shaking underneath him and chanting his name like he created your entire universe. “Oh fuck oh fuck you’re so pretty when you cum, baby. That’s it.” 

He’d fall apart shortly after, the image of your eyes rolling back as you came around him throws him over the edge. He covers you in his sticky release with his head thrown back and his chest rising and falling violently. “So perfect, so fucking perfect.” He can’t get the image of you out of his head as he empties his balls. He’s going to need more of you immediately. He leans over and gives you a quick peck on the lips. He looks you in the eye with a sweet yet serious expression. 

“Mine, okay?” You nod your head with a fucked out smile and he kisses you again. “That’s my girl.”

[leaentries]

pretty girl | part 2 | nico hischier

summary: a blurb of drunk nico and his girl being obsessed with each other

warnings: smut, basically no plot, just porn, oral (m. receiving), sort of sub!nico vibes, very whiny nico

a/n: this might be a bit longer than a blurb…sorry 🤷‍♀️

part one | the captain’s girl masterlist

Nico’s eyes followed your moving form as you disappeared into the bedroom. He immediately was after you, almost tripping over a stray shoe on the floor. His body was hot and tense, muscles begging for a release only you could provide. Nico could have sworn his knees about gave out the second he saw you already waiting for him on the bed.

There was an animalistic gleam behind the dark lust that clouded your irises. His breath hitched as you slowly made your way to the end of the bed. His cock all but jumped the second your breasts started bouncing as you stepped onto the cold hardwoods and inched your way closer to him.

“Ya just gonna stand there, Nic?” You tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step into your space, “Or are ya gonna give me what I want?”

Nico swallowed thickly, his intoxicated brain barely functioning at the sight of your naked body. The words lingered on his tongue, but his breath was too heavy to even recite them. In the end, all he could do was nod desperately, hands moving to undress himself.

You took your time admiring the way his toned stomach and chest were slowly revealed as Nico removed his shirt. Making sure to burn every freckle or mark into your memory.

Yet, Nico’s doe eyes shot up to yours when you slightly swatted his hand away from the top of his sweats.

“Nuh uh, baby. That’s my job.”

Sinking to land on your knees, you teasingly ran a finger down the outline of his rigid cock. You smirked as he twitched against the material.

“Fuck, schatzi,” His chest already begun heaving violently, “Don’t tease me, can’t take it.”

Deciding to be nice, you grabbed the waist band of his sweats, paired with his boxers, and pulled them down. His painfully hard erection pops up to slap against his tummy, precum already leaking from the swollen tip.

You reach to grip the base, his dick practically throbbing in your hold. Nico throws his head back as you began to leisurely pump him.

Your thumb swipes against his slit, gathering the warm liquid and spreading it over him. Bringing him to your mouth, you press light kisses down his length, before licking up the vein on the underside.

A whimper leaves Nico’s mouth, “Please, schatzi, please.” His voice was hoarse, raspy from the night out before.

Stealing one last kiss to his tip, you finally take him in your mouth, your hand moving to grasp what you couldn’t fit. Nico’s loud moans echo through the room. You slowly began to work your head around his cock, hallowing your cheeks against him.

Nico’s hand came to the back of your head, gathering your hair in a ponytail. His hips stuttered against your mouth, trying his best to hold back from thrusting into your throat. You pulled away, breathless, with a string of spit and precum attached to his cock.

“S’ okay, Neeks,” You rubbed his thighs encouragingly, “You can move a little.”

With your reassurance, he gently started to thrust his hips, once your mouth returned to clamp around him. You gagged slightly, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Nico paused, scared he may have hurt you. Yet, once your watery eyes peered up at him through your lashes, he was gone.

Continuing to bob along with his thrusts, you brought a hand up to massage his balls, earning a deep groan from the hockey player.

His breath began to shorten to staccato gasps, signaling his impending orgasm.

“G-gonna cum, schatzi,” He stumbled, barely able to speak with the intense fire raging through his body.

You hummed around him, the feeling helping him along. Taking him even deeper, you swallowed, the constriction of your throat finally sending him over. Nico came with a loud whine, voice non-existent as his cum shot down your throat.

You helped pump him through, the last drops of finish falling down your chin and onto your breasts.

His body slumped as you pulled away, spent from the extreme climax. Nico grabbed your arm and helped pull you up into his chest. The both of you sat there for a moment, relishing in the post-orgasmic bliss.

Nico kissed your temple sweetly, “So good, baby. Make me feel so good.” He continued to ramble, this time in incoherent german as his mind went hazy.

Lifting your head up, you pulled away from his body.

“C’mon, let’s go take a shower.”

At your words, Nico’s tired eyes immediately lit up. He helped you get to the bathroom, making sure the water was the perfect temperature. As the both of you stepped in, you moaned at the hot water easing your sore muscles from the nights activities.

Nico came in right behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found your neck once more, leaving slow kisses down the wet skin.

Mumbling against you, Nico pressed his hips into your ass, “Don’t make sounds like that, schatzi. My cock enjoys it too much.”

[rottenaero]

Family video was slow, as it always was on Mondays. Steve’d been stuck on shift by himself, and he passed time by flipping through the same five magazines that have been sitting in the desk drawer since before Robin and him had arrived.

Movies became a-lot less entertaining when you had to watch them 24/7, and you start learning the difference between a good film and a wannabe-camp.

Internally, he winced.

Robin was definitely rubbing off on him. All those days where she sat on the counter beside him, pointing directly at the screen, ranting about how unrealistically the girls are portrayed.

“Whiney and boy-obsessed, Steve!” She yelps. On the screen, Back to The Future is playing, and Marty’s mother is insisting he stay in her room.

He leans forward, onto the counter, and tilts a twizzler towards her. “Pretty sure it’s meant to be hot to people. Like imagining that it’s you she’s saying this shit to.”

“Of course it’s hot! But if it’s my mother then I wouldn’t be hanging around.” She hisses. At the same time Marty runs out of the door.

Instead of an action movie, or romance, he’s got The Parent Trap playing. It’s sweet enough that the occasional parent with a ‘sick’ child wadding behind them doesn’t scream at him for violent or sexual scenes.

The sound isn’t loud enough to disrupt him reading, which he’s thankful for.

The bell rings, and he throws out a, “Welcome to family video, I’m here if you need anything!” Without looking up.

“Harrington!” A familiar voice crows, and he rolls his eyes. Sets his magazine down open on the counter. He eyes Eddie, who has a grin already lining his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school, failing your forth year?” He tuts, no real malice in his voice. Eddie sighs dramatically. “It hurts me that you forget. They let me off the hook! Free graduation baby!”

Steve stands, approaches where the register is, and leans his forearms onto the counter. “And, uh, when was this?”

He gets an unimpressed look. “You were there.”

“Was I?” His voice lilts, and he has to hold back a laugh at Eddie’s furrowed brow.

“You helped me get ready.”

“Does not ring a bell.”

“You talked me down from giving Higgins giving me the finger!”

“Hmm…” Steve hums conspiratorially. “You know, still doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Shithead!” Eddie yelps. A college girl from another aisle, that definitely should be at school, giggles. He sends a little finger wave to her while he speaks. “Munson, you better be glad that it wasn’t a mother.”

“Steve, Stevie, Steven-”

“Not my name.”

“Steven, you remember.” Eddie grins, and the girl starts walking towards them with two tapes in her arms.

“Is this all?” Steve asks with his customer service voice, as he shoos Eddie to the side. The girl smiles sweetly. “Yes, well…Actually I don’t have an account. Don’t you need a number for that?” She asks. Eddie scrunches his nose from the side.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” Steve slides to the create an account, and she spews out her name, and her number. “It already exists.”

“Oh,” Her voice isn’t shocked at all, “Well, how about you keep the digits to yourself? Maybe give me a call?” Eddie backs up, and fake gags out of her view. Steve gives him a glare. “Alright, well, your total is 5.27.”

She hands him the change, lets her fingers brush his before walking out with her discs. As soon as she’s gone, Steve lets his face fall. He rounds on the metalhead.

“Dude!”

Eddie tilts his head, “What’d I do?”

“What if she saw you?”

He sighs, leans onto the counter dramatically. “So I make one little face.”

“Are you going to actually buy anything?” He asks, cutting off the conversation before it just turns into a loop.

“Right, yeah! Where’s the-“ Eddie smirks, eyebrows raised, and rings the service bell before he lifts a hand like he’s using a salt grinder? “-Adult section.”

And that was definitely not salt. His nose scrunches, “Gross dude.”

Eddie shrugs innocently. “We all do it.”

“Robin doesn’t.”

“Robins not a guy.”

He’s about to bring up one of the kids, before pausing.

They’re highschoolers now, he doesn’t know what they do and he frankly doesn’t want to.

“Jonathan?” He suggests.

“Argyle has made a little too many right hand jokes about him for me to believe that.”

“God, whatever,” He sighs, points to the corner, where there’s a bead covered doorway. “Sections over there.”

He gets a salute in response before Eddies practically skipping away.

He’s so fucking weird.

Two people come in by the time he comes back out.

Which means that he was in there for a while.

He’s got three tapes in his hand when he walks back to the countertop, slams them on there. And Steve,

He really tries not to look. Because while some of the films in there are just R-rated, there are still some pornos and he doesn’t really wanna know what Eddie’s into.

But, it’s unfortunately difficult when he’s trying to scan the titles in. Eddies swaying back and forth, hands in pockets as he gets a glance at-

“Rocky Horror?” Dark brown eyes snap to him, and he nods approvingly. “Good choice.”

It doesn’t exactly fit his and Robin’s non-whiney-and-boy-obsessed-women regime, but they both enjoy it. It’s funny enough.

“You’ve- You’ve seen it?” Eddie asks, voice high pitched for a reason he can’t pin point. “Yeah, a couple times.”

“You’re sure you’ve seen this one, and not Rocky wrestler?” Eddie asks again. Steve huffs, “Yes, Janet, Brad, Tim Curry and Rocky.”

A “Huh.” Is muttered as Steve types in the title name to Eddie’s account, and moves onto the next movie. Poor Pretty Eddie, he’d never seen it, and flips it over, reading the description.

“What are you doing?”

Steve’s eyes squint as he nears the end of the paragraph. “Dude this sounds graphic, you seriously watching this with Rocky of all things?”

“I like my variety.” He states, slowly, sounding out every syllable.

Blood Thirsty Butchers is next, and Steve quickly types in the names. “What even are these movies?”

He gets a shrug. “I don’t know, I’ve only seen Rocky. You know,” Eddie smiles, leans over the counter further. “It more fun to watch a new movie with someone.”

Steve hums, “You want Darla’s number? Bet she’d watch it with you.”

“Steven,”

“Not my name!”

“Stephano!”

“Whatever,” He sighs, runs a hand through his coiffed hair. “Sure, I get off at four.”

“Seems a bit early, but whatever. What about work?”

“Ew, dude. Chill out, this is Family Video.”

“Is that why I saw a bunch of pornos back there?”

“Adult section- Just-“ Steve shoves the metalhead lightly off the countertop. “What time do you want to do this?”

An older lady walks in as Eddie talks, “How about five? You buy the pizza, and ring my shit up.”

“Or-“ Steve slides the tapes to him. “-You buy the pizza, I use my employee-free-rental on these.”

“Works for me, it’s a date, Steve.”

He shoos him away as the lady steps into the romcom section, “See you at five, freak.”

Eddie blows a kiss, “Miss you already!”

He shakes his head, grabbing his chair and magazine and dragging them to near the register.

What a weirdo.

[tummieaching]

hey it's ✉️, sorry about the delay, this is the second part of what happened the day I had to go to the post office 🤭

(Two). [cw for brief p1ss mention] Home now. Oh my god. I could barely function when I got to the front of the queue, my mind was just racing with "I think I'm going to puke, I'm going to be sick etc.", then I actually gagged when I was talking to the cashier and she asked if I was ok and did the signature for me so I could get out of there. I was so embarrassed.

It's hot and I started feeling so dizzy walking home so I drank a little water, and as soon as I swallowed it came straight back up, with a little of the milky stuff mixed in, I didn't even have time to move and it came out all over my t shirt and some on my leg. I don't think anyone saw. I sat on the grass for a few minutes because I was sure it was all coming up then, but I think maybe the shock and embarrassment kept it in because I just kept salivating and getting waves of dizziness (didn't dare drink more water), so eventually I got up and slowly managed to get home.

The smell of the puke on my t shirt was making me want to just bend over and heave but I made it. I was shaking when I finally closed the door behind me and went straight to the bathroom with a towel, my water bottle and the second glass of green tea which had steeped to a very dark colour. I was still feeling awful but turned on about all of this.

Since I already threw up on myself I left my clothes on and sat in the shower. I started reading stories on here that other people wrote about themselves being sick and hoped it would help me release my own stomach. It turned me on more and I rolled up a second towel and sat with it between my legs, rocking and starting to salivate as the motion irritated my stomach. I let the saliva run out of my open mouth down my chin and started to say things out loud about how sick I felt and how I needed to get it all up. Then the dizziness hit me hard and I had to lean against the wall to stay upright. I moaned a little and told myself I just needed to let it come and be sick and then I would feel better.

I grabbed the tea and drank it, it was cold so I could drink it very fast. It was incredibly bitter and as soon as I finished the cup I could feel it coming back up. I always get a bit scared right before I throw up so I told myself, let it come, get it up and before I could even finish a stream of sick gushed up out of me and splashed in the shower. I couldn't move because I was trying not to faint so it got in the cup, all over my legs and socks and part of the towel. I burped and retched and gasped for breath and then got sick again, this time it was soft, milky sludge that felt foamy in my throat and landed quietly on my chest. It moved really slowly in my throat and made me gag hard again.

The towel felt warm and I realised I had pissed a little as I gagged. The waves of retching came again and again and I got desperately, loudly, uncontrollably sick all over myself, this time it was like a thick soup with berry pieces. The chunkier stuff was sitting a slimy pool in my lap. I told myself I was doing a good job to calm me down because I didn't have anyone there to help me.

Next time I heaved so hard I had to grip the shower rail, it was gurgly and sounded much deeper than my usual voice and I brought up a big puddle of thick slightly darker coloured vomit that felt heavy as it settled in the pool on my top. It was sour and had pieces of pastry which, when I felt them sticking to the roof of my mouth, made my eyes roll back and I threw up again and soaked the towel. One memorable moment was when I tried to soothingly call myself a good girl but as I was saying "girl" I was violently sick so it came out as "good blbleeeuuuurghle" lol.

This carried on for about 40 mins and towards the end I was just burping and burping and every few burps I'd bring up a blob of rice pudding into my mouth and have to spit it out. It was a bit more intense than I planned but really hot.

The only issue is that now I've puked so much, my stomach is very sensitive and will be for hours - I vomited a bit of water while writing this just from my own descriptions and then when I was cleaning it up, another glob of rice pudding sick came up out of nowhere (I just managed to lean over the edge of the sofa in time to let it up onto the floorboards). I have a bowl with me now because I'll probably keep having these small sudden vomits for another few hours but I'm going to try to settle my stomach with mint tea.

Thank you very much for telling us your story here ... it's very arousing to read, I'm proud of you for getting it all up like that, I bet you felt so much better afterward ... the puddle in your lap oh goodness, it must have been warm for a little while ... and wow, you peed yourself too ♡ I would have loved to help you get it up ... your poor sensitive belly, I hope that bowl serves you well ♡

I'm rubbing myself reading this, sitting in front of the toilet myself, I hope it will help me puke soon ... I'm going to read it again after I post this ♡

[shinysparklesapphires]

showtime precure!

chapter 35: Lacey's Costume Dillema

🎀: @xryptik @lowcallyfruity @baileypie-writes @harufallinwonderland

"Yo, princey."

"Lacey I told you to quit calling me that." Reel yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"You good? You look way more tired than usual."

"I've been trying to help Lucia with her lines all week for the play, working on posters to advertise it, trying to sell tickets," Reel lay his head down on his desk, "I'm exhausted!"

"Speaking of which what about the costumes?" Lacey leaned her arm against the desk and Reel shot up and groaned in annoyance.

"I forgot about the costumes...." he smacked his head.

"Lucia, Constantine, Amber," the girls looked up at Lacey.

"Let's go find the costume closet! There's one around here right Reel?"

"Huh? Oh yeah..." Reel fell asleep on his desk.

Lacey turned to face the three and stuck her hands on her hips, determination burning in her eyes.

"Alright ladies, let's go!"

"Alright, here we are!" Lacey stopped in front of a rusty metal door with a paper sign that read COSTUME CLOSET in big red letters. She started pulling on the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"Try pushing it." Amber told her.

"Oh yeah!" She pushed onto the door and the four were immediately met with an entire dust cloud the the face, causing them all to cough violently.

"Jeez how long has this thing been closed??" Lacey wafted the dust out of her face with her hand, coughing and hacking.

"I think before Reel got hired, the theater course hadn't been chosen in a while maybe that's why-" Amber's sentence was cut off by the immense amount of dust entering her nose.

Finally, the dust disappeared and the girls could breathe again.

"None of you have asthma right?" Lacey asked nervously.

"I don't think I do?" Lucia coughed and cleared her throat.

"Alright everybody in!" Lacey motioned for them to follow her down the staircase leading to the closet.

"This is like the costume closet of despair and doom," Amber shivered as they walked down the staircase, Lacey using her phone flashlight to guide the way.

"Constantine you ok?" Lucia asked her.

"Yeah I guess.."

"Are you still upset about Victor and...yknow?"

"It's not true! I know it isn't! He's a good person he couldn't be Lenore!" She bit her lip hard.

"AAUUGH!" The girls turned to hear a scream and a loud crash at the bottom of the stairs, as Amber rushed down and felt for a lightswitch and flicked it on to reveal Lacey lying on the floor after tripping and falling onto the ground.

"Owwww..." She groaned rubbing her back.

"I think I broke something..." Amber ran over to help her up as Lucia and Constantine looked around for costumes that could fit the characters.

Lucia pulled out a blue dressed and sniffed it before gagging and throwing the hanger back.

"It smells like it was sprayed by 20 skunks and then doused in cat piss what the hell?!"

"Cmon it can't be that bad!" Amber sniffed it and almost passed out.

"Eugh!"

"Half of these costumes have been eaten by moths, and the other half are covered in a substance that we probably shouldn't touch.." Lacey sighed.

"What are we gonna do now then?" Constantine leaned onto one of the racks.

Lucia's face lit up, "I know! Lacey you know a lot about fashion right? You could make the costumes!"

"That's actually not a bad idea!" Amber agreed, "We can ask Miya for materials, and I'm sure the art course has some too!"

"I mean I can try it..." Lacey shifted uncomfortably in place.

"Woohoo!" The girls cheered.

Lacey sighed as she started sketching out various costume ideas, her brow furrowed and she felt nervous sweat falling down her face.

"What if they don't like it in the end...?" She sighed, gently setting her pencil down and slumping down into her chair.

"You ok?" Constantine sat down beside her.

"Ok as I'll ever be," Lacey laughed but Constantine could tell that it wasn't genuine. Something was bothering Lacey but she couldn't tell what it was.

"I need to get back to work," Lacey grabbed a roll of fabric from the wall and set it down in order to trace out the blueprints onto it.

"Yknow, I'm kinda jealous of you Lacey."

Lacey stopped and looked at Constantine for a moment. She stayed silent for a bit, never breaking eye contact.

"What?"

"When I was in the well I had no one to talk to no one to be around, I was so lonely but you, you have 2 girlfriends who love you and tons of friends and half of the student body adores you! I wish I could be like that."

Lacey sighed.

"I wasn't always like this yknow," she clenched her fist on the table.

"Before I met the others I wanted to be a fashion designer more than anything!" She felt her eyes getting wet.

"But I got rejected time, and time, and time again. I felt so hopeless," she clutched her chest, panting heavily. Constantine reached a hand towards her but she pushed her away, "then Tragedy came and said that she knew a way to help me."

"Lacey-"

"No use complaining now though right? What's done is done I can't reverse any of the things I did."

Constantine hugged her. Lacey was taken aback but slowly reciprocated, quietly sobbing.

But then she went silent.

"Lacey?" Constantine turned to see Lenore tossing Lacey's wish coin in his hand.

"You!" Constantine screamed at him.

"Do you really not feel any remorse for what you do?!" She clutched Lacey in her arms, trembling with pure, unadulterated rage.

"I'm simply doing my job, you understand don't you?" he laughed.

Constantine set Lacey down gently, clenching her fists and tensing up.

"Taking the heart of a young girl is an unforgivable act!"

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Lenore snickered.

"Wright Blitz Frenzy!" Lenore was knocked over by a quill shooting at him. He turned to see Wright and Showtime above him, glaring with disdain.

"Facade!" Lenore shot the coin at the blueprint sitting on the table as an evil aura started flying out of it.

"SAWWWW!" The monster swept Wright and Showtime to the side, but they landed onto the ground digging thier feet into the dirt to steady themselves.

"Precure! Heart Rewind!" Encore jumped onto the monster, her heels digging into its head-paper-thing.

"Cure Encore!" Lenore gazed in admiration, before quickly snapping back to his senses.

Wright kicked the monster as it coiled back in pain before grabbing both her and Showtime and shoving them face first into the gravel.

"Guys!" Encore reached out as she saw her comrades struggling to breathe.

Lenore felt something. It wasn't that pleasure he got from seeing others suffer. It wasn't bitterness. It wasn't anger. It was-

"SHOWTIME! WRIGHT!" Encore screamed as she ran to help them but then-

"Facade. Let them go." Wright and Showtime coughed hard trying to catch thier breath.

Encore rushed to them but was quickly stopped by the monster, which grabbed her and slammed her into the wall.

"Encore!"

"Facade! What are you doing?!" Lenore urged the monster to stop but it didn't budge.

"Lenore, telling a Facade to quit attacking? Tsk tsk tsk." Tragedy's image appeared in the window's reflection.

"Tragedy! You-" Encore was about to say something before time stopped.

"Cure Encore! It's me!" A wish coin with a blue heart in the middle appeared in front of her.

"And you are?" Encore was still struggling under the grip of the monster.

"Oh right! Uh long story short I'm your wish coin and you need to use me to defeat that monster!"

"Alright!" Encore nodded and time restarted. She broke free from the monster's grip, causing it to stumble back.

"Precure! Encore Brass Boquet Bravissimo!" The monster disappeared.

"Tch." Tragedy disappeared.

"Lady Tragedy!" Lenore rushed over to the window, then flew off.

"I'm glad Lacey's ok," Constantine sighed, clutching a ribbon in her hand she had snuck off with.

"Hm?" From the corner of her eye she could see a figure leaning against the wall looking defeated. On further inspection she realized something.

"Victor?" The boy jumped back in surprise before calming down.

"Oh its you," he put a hand on his chest, relived that it wasn't Catwalk.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah just- it's a personal thing yknow?" He looked down, avoiding her gaze.

Constantine looked down at the ribbon in her hand.

"Hey give me your wrist."

"What?" Victor's eyes widened and he laughed nervously.

"Cmon!"

He did as she instructed and she gently tied the blue ribbon around his wrist.

"There! It's like a gift from me to you!" She laughed sheepishly, "U-unless you don't like it! Then i can take it-"

Victor chuckled, "actually? I really like the color blue."

Constantine smiled at him and he felt his heartbeat pick up.

"Are you ok?" Constantine asked.

"Y-yeah! Uh see you!" He ran off.

Victor slapped his face hard, "dammit! Whats going on with me??" He fanned his face as he turned back into a bird and flew off into the night.

[charliemwrites]

Could we please have little drabbles for each kept pet for like the moment they first opened their eyes and realised they were in a random bed and house and their keepers coming in and their first conversations?

Hey, sorry for the delay on this one. It’s a bit more complex (which is no problem!) and I really wanted to put some thought into it.

Feral:

You wake up groggy, confused. Warm…? God you’re so heavy, you just want to go back to sleep. Must have been another shitty day at work.

And yet…. You can’t get back to sleep. Something in the back of your mind is tugging at you. Telling you things are off.

Your bed is too comfy, your sheets too soft, your pillow too cool and supportive. Your eyes flutter a few times before you can finally pry them open, head still foggy. There’s movement to your side, you twist your head, halfway through a yawn when you see a blond man sitting at your bedside.

“Mornin’, little one. How are you feeling?”

You gasp roughly, scramble away, out of this strange bed - away from this strange man. Hit the ground and hear him hiss quietly. Scramble back when he stands and starts to round the bed. You need to run but your limbs feel like they belong to someone else. All you can do is press yourself into the corner, wide eyed as he comes closer.

He stops just out of reach and squats down, arms balanced on his knees. He’s huge, you realize with horror. Not just tall and wide, but built.

“Easy now, baby,” he coos and your blood turns to ice. “There was really no way to make that better.”

“Where am I?” you demand, voice rough and shaky. “Who are you?”

“You’re home,” he answers with a little smile, “and I’m Simon. I’m gonna take care of you from now on.

—

(Warning for throw up)

Shy Thing:

The violent twisting of your stomach rips you out of a dead sleep. Once moment you’re asleep, and the next you’re throwing yourself sideways, emptying its contents over the side of… whatever you’ve been lying on. There’s a voice nearby, unfamiliar, though you can’t hear what they’re saying over your own heaving.

God you hate throwing up. Your eyes water as your stomach finally starts to settle, the dizziness invading next and you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Alright, lass, you’re okay. Here.”

You crack an eye open to see a glass of water being offered. Accept it gratefully and sip slowly at the voice’s insistence. While you do, you try to see past a headache-induced haze. You’re in… some kind of living room?

The alarms begin blaring one by one in your head. You don’t know where you are. You don’t remember anything. You don’t know why you feel awful. You don’t know who’s rubbing your back and speaking to you softly.

Slowly, afraid of what you’ll see, you twist to face the stranger. And realize he’s… familiar. But not familiar enough that you can immediately place him.

“There you are, pretty girl. Sorry about that, should have gone with the other sedative.”

The other….

You try to jerk away, but he just thinks you’re gagging again and is quick to support you, pulling your hair back from your face.

“I’m right here, love,” he murmurs, giving you a deceptively gentle squeeze. “And I always will be from now on.”

Quietly, you begin to weep.

—

You groan as you come to, head pounding and eyes feeling dry. A voice is gently speaking nearby, words garbled as your brain comes back online. It takes a moment, but you realize they’re speaking to you, though you don’t recognize who they are.

There’s something around your neck that’s a little itchy. You groan again and reach to pull it away, annoyed. Your fingers meet resistance as it tugs against the back of your neck. You try again - realize it’s not coming off.

Your eyes snap open, an unfamiliar ceiling above you, decorated with fairy lights. Not your room; not your bed. Your eyes slide sideways, to an unfamiliar man sitting at the edge of the bed by your hip.

“Not coming off, love,” he says, “not for a while at least.”

You don’t know what he means until his eyes flick down to your neck. Your fingers feel around it and find a metal plate with something engraved in it. You don’t know what it says, but you know what it is. A name tag. For a collar. You’re wearing a collar.

You spit out a curse and instantly kick at the man, trying to get him away, stun him. It lands, but he does little more than grunt and grab your leg, pinning it. You struggle, kick, flail, shout and scream but he quickly has you pinned and immobile, even as you curse up a storm, white-hot with anger.

“Get it all out now, darling,” he rumbles above you, “because tomorrow I’ll expect better behavior.”

[starhvney]

could you do a katelyn x fem!reader ??? something sporty plz

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh katelyn & fem!reader, ft. kate’s family

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: your best friend is also the captain of the phoenix drop volleyball team. after another victory for your season, you and katelyn decide to celebrate by junking out on fast food and sleeping over at her house.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, platonic

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: hi!!! i’m so so sorry i took so long to fulfill your request, it was a really good one!! it just took me a while to come up with some inspiration for it, and i didn’t want to half ass it :’) thanks for being patient and i hope you like it

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“mine!” katelyn calls, running up to the net and spiking the ball back down into the other team’s side.

there was a loud slam as the ball violently met the floor, scoring phoenix drop another point. the close and frustrating game was nearing the end of the fifth set, leaving everyone on your team exhausted and annoyed.

“good hit,” you pat her back a few times, “keep it up, just one more point.”

she nods briefly with teeth clenched as she gives you a hard clasp to the shoulder back, the force nearly tumbling you over.

the next rally ends just the same, as your teammate sets up the ball and you and katelyn run up to the net, faking out the other team.

“that’s yours, kate.” you tell her, just loud enough for her to hear.

step, step step, the both of you jump, but only katelyn makes contact with the ball as you both slam your hands down. the ball cracks down just on the line, scoring the final point of the game.

“yes!” you cheer, turning and high fiving your blue-haired teammate.

she turns to you with a lazy triumphant smile, wrapping her arms around you as your teammates pile on. their cheers make your eardrums ring as you feel exhaustion begin to overcome your adrenaline.

after acknowledging a good game to the other team, who roughly returned your high fives with silent glares, your team leaves behind the cheering crowd in the bleachers to the locker room.

“good job ladies! no early morning practice on monday, get some good rest this weekend!” your coach shouts through the door, before leaving to take care of other matters.

katelyn exhaustedly groans, hoisting herself up on one of the benches and gathering the girls’ attention before they turned away.

“good job guys. we were all super tired and annoyed tonight, but we still pulled through. just two more games and we’ll be in playoffs,” she claps twice, the team returning the gesture with a whooping cheer before branching off and quietly murmuring their own conversations to themselves. 

she plops down next to you, sighing and leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. her powdery blue hair was falling out of the confines of her ponytail, some strands sticking to her sweaty skin.

the two of you start taking off your equipment, unbracing your ankles and sliding your soaked knee pads off your legs. katelyn wrinkles her nose and grimaces, before cautiously bringing the cushion to her nose and lightly sniffing. she makes a gagging noise, throwing the material down into her gym bag

“time to wash those. they smell rancid.”

“i’m not sure what made you think they wouldn’t,” you laugh, sliding off your tight jersey for a loose school t-shirt.

she rolls her eyes as she does the same, sighing and groaning as she slings her bag over her shoulder.

“whatever,” she lightly shoved your leg with hers, before glancing down at her phone. “you’re still coming over tonight?”

“yeah, if that’s okay.”

she snorts at your confirmation, even thought you’ve sleepovers with each other pretty much every other weekend.

“hurry, dad and kacey are waiting on us and i’m hungry.”

you nod, quickly gathering your things and following her out of the stuffy girls locker room. stepping down from the bleachers you spot garroth, vylad, and teony who were the only friends who were able to make it tonight.

teony is the first one to make it to the two of you, smiling brightly and giggling as she hyperly pumps her fists in the air.

“you two were amazing out there! i’m so proud of you!!”

“yeah, you two are a power duo on the court,” garroth throws his arms over both of your shoulders, hugging you two tight. “good job, ladies.”

“i would’ve been scared if i was on the other team,” vylad playfully adds on, giving you a fist bump.

“thanks you guys, but it was actually all me,” katelyn says with over exaggerated confidence.

you gasp in a scandalized and offended manner, clutching your hand over your chest.

“excuse you! that is so not true.”

her mischievous giggles ring out as she doubles over, highly amused by her own joke.

“i’ll see you guys! don’t stay up too late, we have exams next week,” teony waves, making her way to the gym doors. “speaking of which, i need to study.”

“there goes the academic weapon,” garroth laughs before grasping onto his little brother’s shoulder and guiding him towards the exit as well. “mom’s waiting on us, so we’re gonna go, too.”

“goodnight!” vylad waves, leaving you and katelyn to wander out by yourselves.

you spot her dad’s car easily and the two of you clamber in the back. kacey cheekily looks back at katelyn from the passenger seat, to which she only reaches forward to pinch his cheek.

“you can have shotgun this time, you dork.”

he wrinkles his nose and swats his hand away, whining under his breath at her teasing. eric turns in his seat, voice still booming despite the late hour.

“i am so proud of you two! you were great out there! despite your teammates.” he mutters the last part, clearing his throat when katelyn gives him a look.

“dad. true, but still.”

he laughs before making his way out of the parking lot, turning down the street towards the center of phoenix drop.

“well, what do you two want to eat? winners choice.”

kacey turns to look at you, cupping his hands over his face and mouthing the words “kfc” with an expectant expression on his face.

“mmm, kfc does sound good right now.”

“kacey, we get kfc every time we go out!”

“it’s good, katelyn!”

she groans, leaning back in her seat.

“yeah, it is.” she concedes with a stubborn tone.

“okay, kfc it is!” eric happily announces, not even flinching at the three of you squabbling.

☆

the food bag crinkles as you crumple down onto katelyn’s carpet. she follows behind you, sliding her laptop off her bed and on the floor in front of you.

she quickly opens netflix when her one direction screensaver pops up, narrowing her eyes at you in a dare for you to say anything. you merely snicker in response, any thoughts of teasing her leaving as she pulls up the pilot episode of once upon a time.

“ugh, love this show.” you say, pulling out your order from the bag and beginning to munch on your meal.

“i know right.” she smiles.

after you two finish your meals and take your turns showering, you’re soon passed out snugly under her covers. her laptop quietly plays the third episode as you lightly snore on her shoulder. her cheek rests on the top of your head, and the flickering of the soft screen light flickers on your closed eyelids.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[buttercuppup0]

My first actual story so be nice!!

TW: A bit of cnc, spanking, forced bj!!

I’ve tested your patience for the last time and you’re determined to make my bitch mouth pay. I knew that running my hands over your thighs and bulge while I told you about how many times I touched myself and came without permission would anger you, but not this much. Already hard from the teasing I achieved, you grab my hair and slam me to the floor, whipping out your cock in one swift motion. Without saying a word, you push my unwilling mouth down on your long shaft, making me gag and unable to breathe. You hold your length down my throat for what feels like forever as my head begins to go fuzzy and stars dance across my vision. Then suddenly and violently, you begin to fuck my face with a merciless force and rhythm.

“Are you sorry now, you dumb slut?” you exclaim as you hold my head back by my hair, mascara running down my face and spit choking me up. Choking on air and unable to speak, you throw me to our bed and force your cock down my throat again until you’re satisfied. You grab handcuffs we used in a recent scene and you throw them over my wrists as I cry out and plead for you to let me go and that I was sorry. I begged and screamed about how sorry I was, but nothing was going to stop what you were about to do with me.

You’re in it now, ready to punish me fully with the right equipment just a closet door away. You throw the door open looking for your first implementation of punishment and settle on a cane and paddle. You hit me hard. I cry out but you soon stuff my mouth with my panties, hitting me again and again. The paddle is first which hurts so bad, but not as badly as the cane hurts. I am certain I am going to have giant welts by the time this is over, if I even survive.

THWAP!

THWAP!

THWAP!

I think I'm going to pass out as my body and mind numbs itself from the abuse. Then you’re on top of me, I try to fight you off, but my legs are weak and hands are tied. All attempts to scream or get away are met with your hand across my mouth while your other hand starts to rub my needy and swollen clit.

“I knew you liked my abuse, you whore. I can tell you LOVE how I treat you, slut. Look how worked up you’re getting!” you tease as my back arches and we’re pressed up against each other, as close as physically possible. A cry escapes me as I also let out a slight moan while you massage my cunt. You laugh at how pathetic I am, deciding then that I’m in need of your cock.

You position me on my back and pry open my legs as I kick and try to scream. You pull me in closer and slam into me as tears fall down my face and you tell me “I’m sorry princess, this is what brats get. C’mon you love it, don’t cry…”. Your rock hard cock pierces through me with a sickening pace and sounds of my soaked pussy fill the room. Your thrusts are rigorous and forceful as you begin breeding my needy pussy. I give up and let out a moan for my Daddy and his lovely cock. “Cum for me” you say as my pussy spasms around your cock. My pussy tightens and takes you even deeper into my small womb as warm spurts of your cum coat my insides.

You cradle me in your arms and coo about how good of a girl I was for letting Daddy use her like that. We cuddle and sleep in warm blankets for the rest of the night.

[autisticalastor]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @the-flaming-nightmare tysm!!

using this weeks to test out an idea i had for a longfic so unethical. BUT human!alastor ehehe

"What truly makes one a good man? It would seem every man I've ever seen labeled "good" was done so for the small actions witnessed publicly, the little shows one easily puts on. Is that all it really takes; a few kind words to the right people, a watchful eye always keeping track of one's own company? By all means, for the façade I put on in public, surely I must be a very good man."

The man currently belted to the table in Alastor's shed shakes his head, as if it's all pure nonsense to him. He fights against his restraints, as he has been ever since he awoke here. Fear radiates from him in waves, and Alastor relishes the sight. The man makes another pitiful attempt to scream, stifled by the gag in his mouth.

Alastor chuckles and continues his musing, circling the table like a vulture around its prey. "I suppose by the same measures, many would call you a good man as well, wouldn't they? You'll have so many people to miss you once you're gone, to wonder where you disappeared to, why you never returned. They'll assume the worst, and they'll still come up short."

The man throws his weight violently against the restraints. The table actually comes off the ground some, tipping as if it may even fall over. Alastor catches it with ease, however, slamming it back into place, along with driving the knife he'd been carrying a couple of inches into the wood, right next to the man's head.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Raymond. I think you'll find only one of us is in the condition for a proper fight." The man — Raymond — nods, trembling. Alastor smiles, teeth glinting in the lantern-lit room, seeming impossibly sharp. "Lovely."

He resumes his pacing, making a mental note to bolt the table down before his next kill. Truly, it would've been much easier to kill Raymond while he was still unconscious. But that would've been a lot less fun.

"Who do you think they'll frame if I'm to leave something of yours behind? Perhaps your clothing? I won't need it once it's all bloody and ripped." Alastor chuckles as Raymond trembles at his words. "Your poor wife? She was always telling us during those rare nights you'd let her out with the girls how you'd mistreat her at home. I suppose it's a good thing that son of yours died so young, isn't it? She'll have a fresh start once I'm finished with you."

u probably r not prepared for where thats headed but i have already turned this into 7 paragraph sunday so im cutting it there aaa

leaving it open to any followers who wanna do it since im already past midnight posting 😅

[hysterotic]

𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹! starring keisuke baji.

ᯓ୨ৎ keisuke’s placed under house-arrest after setting a cop car on fire and prior to that his mom cut off the internet as punishment, he thought it was gonna be a torturous 3 months until he finds a new source of entertainment through stalking the new girl next door, who turns out to be a former pornstar?

⤷ disturbia (2007) the girl next door (2004)

⚠︎ stalker themes but not really, usage of weed, non-consensual filming (at first), 80% plot 20% porn, noncon unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, gag kink, face slapping (once), pussy slapping, he records you two fuckinnnn<3 MINORS DNI

𝑺𝑯𝑬’𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑶𝑹, 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝒀, 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑬 !

one week of house arrest almost drove him crazy. actually, almost is an understatement; he had completely lost his mind.

the judge did cut him a break by making it a 3 month house arrest instead of 2 years in jail due to his “serial arson” habits, all thanks to his mom pulling a few strings, insisting that “it’s technically not aggravated arson” and “wouldn’t do any harm, he’s just a bit impulsive”.

but at this point, he would rather do time than be facing her wrath.

he tried to cheat the ankle monitor’s alarms a couple times, thinking he could just walk out the house like he did once before when he was under house arrest, forgetting that the only reason why they let him go in the first place is because they didn’t strap an ankle monitor on him—since he was just a teen at the time.

the number of times keisuke was handcuffed this week had cops expecting a call about him almost everyday; sometimes, they didn’t even bother to pick up at all.

but lately? he’s been leeching off of kazutora, calling him two to three times a day.

“kazutora, you have no fuckin’ idea how much this thing itches.”

kazutora could hear keisuke shuffling around on his bed, even though he couldn’t see him, he knew he’s elbow deep in some bag of chips.

keisuke continues to speak with a mouthful, “plus my mom fuckin’ transformed, she’s a dictator now. she took my goddamn xbox– can’t even watch no TV. i’m losing it, i’m losin’ my mind just give me any information anythin’ at all what’s goin’ on out there?”

he could hear kazutora walking outside from the cars driving by and the wind blowing against the speaker, making his voice barely audible. “just say you want us to come over, you don’t gotta complain’ in my ear all the time.”

keisuke shoves another handful of chips in his mouth, “come over?” he looks around his hellhole of a room. “seriously?” he starts scratching the ankle monitor aggressively and running his fingers under the band.

he hears more shuffling from the speaker, as if someone had grabbed the phone from kazutora, “it’s been almost two weeks, and you didn’t miss any of our faces? i’m hurt, keisuke.” ryousei says with a pout, keisuke could sense him posing with his hand on his chest dramatically.

keisuke rolls his eyes, “you guys comin’ or what?”

he could hear another voice coming through the phone, he couldn’t make out what they said since they were heavily inaudible.

“who else is with you-“ keisuke questions before kazutora quickly cuts him off, “we’re almost there gotta go byeeee”

and with that, kazutora hangs up.

he clicks his tongue, throwing the phone across the room and falling back onto the bed.

no way is he gonna handle being at home for the entirety of summer break, especially since his mom decided to take away every little thing remotely entertaining in the name of “learning his lesson” and to “quit being involved with hoodlums.” as if that’s not making him want to get twice as violent–

a slight jingle interrupts his train of thought.

he furrows his brows at the sound, sticking his head up to look around his room for the source. his eyes land on a long, fluffy black tail trotting around the area where he threw the phone. he sits up seeing the rest of it’s body, catching it playfully pawing at the phone.

keisuke’s brows twitch, confused about how the cat managed to climb up to his room. he stands up from the bed, slowly walking towards it, “how’d you get in here, huh?” he questions it softly.

the cat whips it’s head towards the voice, responding to his presence with a chirp, immediately striding towards his legs, going in between them to rub itself on the ankle monitor. keisuke steps back, feeling something sharp against his ankle.

he hums curiously at the unusual feeling, noticing something shining on the cat’s neck, but he couldn’t tell what it was from how thick and fluffy the cat’s coat is.

he crouches down for a closer look, seeing that it’s wearing a small spiked black collar with a little skull charm in the front, he tilts the charm up and turns it around seeing ‘nightmare’ engraved in the back.

“nightmare?” a subtle grin appears on his lips, he uses his finger to tilt its chin up so he can get a better look at the cat’s face. nightmare sniffs his finger and leans it’s cheek against his hand affectionately.

he gently scratches underneath it’s chin, hearing it purr at his affections, until the voice of a girl who sounded like she was calling out for the cat disrupts the moment.

“nai-nai? where are youuu?” you call out, making kissing sounds as an attempt to lure the cat in. your voice gets louder and louder, getting closer to his house, almost as if you were irritatingly yelling by his window.

his lips curls down into a frown as he huffs in annoyance. the cat quickly hops on keisuke’s shoulder as he stands back up. he peers over the window, looking at you yelling around his house’s fence while he continues scratching nightmare’s cheek. he pauses, his irked expression calms as his eyes meet your distressed face.

the face he was met with threw him for a loop, how come he has never seen you before, “has she just moved in?”

he slowly walks closer to the window to get a better look of you.

beep beep beep

he looks in the direction the noise came from, seeing a big van moving backwards towards the house next door.

he glances at another car from behind after hearing the car doors opening and closing, though he can barely see because of the van blocking his view.

he glances back at you again, seeing you run towards the car, watching your short short skirt that barely covers your ass flow every step you take til you disappear out of view.

. ˳⁺⁎˚ ༺ ♰ ༻ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

“has anybody seen nightmare?” you ask your parents who were walking away from the van, carrying moving boxes.

your mom sighs irritatedly, “didn’t i tell you to not let her out of the carrier while we’re moving?”

“but she needed to pee–“

“that’s your problem now. go help your siblings with the boxes; we don’t have all day.”

“i’m not gonna help until i find her!” you whine, following behind your mom into house.

keisuke sighs disappointingly at the thought of returning the cat, slightly turning his head towards nightmare while still keeping his eye on the front door from where you disappeared. “guess you gotta go home, c’mon.” he gently picks her up with one hand and sets her on the window, watching her bolt towards the house next door.

the moment you heard nightmare’s collar jingle, you ran outside, sighing with relief at the sight of her, keisuke could see your worries melt away from your body as you crouch to pick her up and hug her. he leans his arms atop the window frames, observing the scene quietly.

“where were you?” you coo, kissing her head, noticing that she has an unfamiliar scent clinging to her. “were you snooping in people’s houses?” you turn her body to face you so you could scold her, seeing that she was distracted, staring up at something. you assumed it was a bird until you followed her gaze, eyes locking with brown ones.

his big, muscled arms were visible for you to drool over, his body leaned atop the window frame, staring down at you. you feel the intensity of his gaze as it raked itself up your form, eyes darting between you and the cat. the way he —basically— checked you out made your head spin, making you weak in the knees.

he looked tall, and strong too. you could see his big shoulders bulging out of his wife beaters, with a couple of black rings on his hand, the cross layered necklace, and that long, jet black hair.. is he seriously your new neighbor?

“good taste, nai.” you whisper in her ear as she purrs in your arms, you hesitantly bring your hand up to wave at him with a gentle smile. he nods his head at you in response, seemingly distracted by his thoughts.

It’s an insignificant interaction; he was just greeting his new neighbor, and yet something about you had his body growing hot in a way he’s never felt before, he didn’t wanna take his eyes off of you; he nearly gets lost in a trance until he hears the ringing sound of his doorbell.

he clicks his tongue, pushing himself off the window frame, looking back to where his front door is, contemplating if he should answer it or not, he slowly turns his head back to look at you again, staring at your figure that’s now walking away, slowly growing smaller the farther you go, walking back inside the house.

he keeps his eyes glued to your front door, hoping that you’d come out, maybe flash him that smile again. at this point, he might even kidnap the cat just to get you to come out once more–

ding dong ding dong

the doorbell rings again, annoyingly on repeat this time.

“fucking hell, i’m comin’ i’m comin..” he quickly runs downstairs towards the front door, yanking it open irritably. his eyes are met by none other than dumb, dumber and dumbest.

“damn, you really are going through it.” ryusei greets, chuckling at keisuke’s disheveled look. his amusement gets cut off by chifuyu elbowing him in his stomach, wincing in pain.

kazutora walks in between the two and pushes the zip to keisuke’s chest, brushing past him to walk up the stairs.

keisuke quickly shoves it in his pocket in a panic, “don’t be openly showin’ that around! i got my mom up my ass enough.” he yells at kazutora.

“whatever! you down to roll one right now or what?” kazutora replies, completely ignoring him as he walks into baji’s room.

keisuke feels a pat on his shoulder, turning to face ryusei. “surprised you actually stayed home this time.” ryusei remarks, referring to the last house arrest he was in. ryusei starts walking up the stairs following behind kazutora.

he rolls his eyes and turns his head back at chifuyu, “what’re you doin’ here?”

“after kazutora told me about what happened, i felt bad leaving you be all alone, the gang misses you by the way.” chifuyu says with a smile.

a shy grin tugs at the corners of keisuke’s mouth, “c’mon. i’ll be fine; this ain’t a charity.” he says, turning his back towards the door, leaving it open, and walking up the stairs towards his room, with chifuyu following.

he locks the bedroom door behind him after finding kazutora on his bed, openly prepping to roll a joint, with a tray set, and ryusei sitting beside him with a remote, flicking through apple music tracks. kazutora sticks his hand out for keisuke to throw the zip.

“damn, she even locked apple music from you? how are you even alive right now.” ryusei mutters to himself.

keisuke reaches for his pocket and throws it at kazutora, “don’t be stinkin’ up my room with that; smoke out the window,” he says in a low, gravelly tone.

kazutora hums in response, continuing to pack a joint, “not worried about the cops who’re watchin’ over you seeing that from the window?” chifuyu questions.

“my mom s’worse.” he sits down on his gaming chair, leaning back, slowly rolling it towards the window where he last saw you.

he didn’t mean to stare at the house next door again; he did it subconsciously. it’s like there was something about you that pulled him in. he thought to himself; it’s none of my business, but he can’t help the need to be curious about what you were doing right now.

his eyes flick towards a figure on the room right across his. coincidentally, your room windows are aligned towards one another, he could see almost everything without trying, almost like it was there for him to look. he sees you digging through your suitcase, throwing your clothes around, searching for something.

you finally pull out a swimsuit and set it aside, you start to tug on the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly to reveal your bare back. you weren’t wearing a bra this entire time.

you seem unaware, and yet with the way your body moves, the way you smoothly took off your clothes, the way everything was perfectly angled, teasing him, it was like you knew he was watching, knew that he won’t be able to do shit with the annoying cuff on his ankle.

you walk out of your room with a swimsuit on and towel draped on your arm, disappearing from his sight. he rests his arm on the window sill, pinching his lip between two fingers, patiently waiting for your appearance again, his eyes darting between the metal band posters you already set around your room, the more he looks around, the more he learns about you.. the more intrigued he is.

a couple minutes later, his eyes flick at the back door, seeing you walk outside in your hot pink swimsuit, dipping your foot in the brand new pool, slightly shivering at how cold it is, you slowly start walking down into the water, trying to adjust to the temperature.

you begin swimming under, he sees glimpses of what looks like a tramp stamp and two bows exactly under your ass. he leans closer, trying to get a better look until he hears a loud, aggressive cough right by his ear.

he looks in his peripheral vision, seeing kazutora and ryusei smoking right behind him, with chifuyu crouched on the floor coughing, holding the back of keisuke’s chair for balance.

“did you even inhale it?” ryusei snickers at the sight of chifuyu struggling.

chifuyu stands up and spits out the window, clearing his throat. “that shit tastes disgusting, i’m not inhaling that!”

“quit pressurin’ him to smoke,” keisuke turns the chair around to face the two. “grab the wuss some beer- uh, redbull to get rid of the taste, i got a pack right there” he points with his finger, snatching the joint from kazutora in the process.

kazutora turns his head to the direction keisuke pointed at and walks towards it with ryusei following behind. keisuke spins the chair back to look at you once more and takes a puff, fully leaning against the window sill, seeing you still swimming. he seems to forget chifuyu’s still there until he hears him clear his throat, keisuke snaps his head to look at him.

“you know her?” chifuyu questions, raising his arm up to rest it against the wall, leaning his head on it.

keisuke shakes his head, putting the roach out. “she just moved in next door” he says after a few minutes of silence.

chifuyu forms an 'o' with his mouth, he continues staring at you peacefully swimming then looking back at keiuke again. a mischievous smirk forms on his lips, “think she’s cute?”

“what the fuck, matsuno!”

“your staring at her too much, you’ve never done that with anybody!”

“so? doesn’t mean shit,” baji scoffs.

“who’re you two arguing about” kazutora pops up from behind, holding three bottles of beer and a can of redbull.

“nobody,” keisuke grumbles.

“nah, nah, nah—she’s not a nobody if she got keisuke drooling like this. he’s checking out his new neighbor.” chifuyu points at you with his chin.

keisuke's jaw clenched, crossing his arms irritatedly. kazutora pushes both of them aside to get a better look at you, he mutters, “hold on,” and turns around, walking towards keisuke’s drawers, looking through them and finally pulling out old, dusty binoculars.

“this is getting fucking creepy,” keisuke mumbles.

“what is?” ryusei raises a brow, looking from chifuyu’s shoulders, catching you in his eyesight.

kazutora blows the dust away from the lenses, placing the binoculars on his eyes and pointing them at you, he walks closer to the window. his sight reaches your tramp stamp, “huh.. that tattoo looks familiar.”

“let me see, give me that,” ryusei snatches the binoculars from kazutora, he points the lenses towards your tramp stamp, taking a sip of his drink, seemingly deep in thought.

“you don’t think that’s…”

“no fuckin’ way…”

keisuke’s brows jump. “what? spit it out,” waiting for them to elaborate.

it finally hits them, literally.

ryusei almost chokes on his drink from kazutora’s continuous smacking on his back. “i know that tattoo—that’s that one pornstar! damn, what was her name?” he starts snapping his fingers, trying to jog his memory.

keisuke’s eyes almost burst out of his skull “HUH?!” keisuke and chifuyu said in unison. “how many pornos you gotta consume to identify a pornstar based on some tattoo? you fuckin’ fiends,” keisuke grimaces with disgust.

“i knew it,” ryusei said under his breath, walking back, looking around keisuke’s room trying to search for something. “you got a camera keisuke?”

“fuck you need that for?” keisuke spat.

ryusei pulls an old camcorder out from the top of his closet, “let’s get her to smile for the camera. that’ll show you, ponstars are naturals like that.” he walks up towards the window and hits record, slowly zooming in to get a close-up of you. “there’s the star,” he sultrily whispers

his filming was quickly interrupted by keisuke’s hand covering the lenses. “quit bein’ a creep! turn that off.” he shoves the camera away. “she just moved in your gonna freak her out,” chifuyu says, trying to take the camcorder out of ryusei’s grip until he puts his arm up out of chifuyu’s reach.

kazutora steps in between, backing up ryusei who continued to film you, “hell no this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! you got the chance to live next door to a goddamn pornstar” he said poking keisuke's chest with a pointer finger.

keisuke swats his hand away, clicking his tongue as he sits back down on his gaming chair and pushes it away from the window with his leg, ensuring he’s not in your sight when you catch them being stalkers.

“i don’t even know why he got that chance.” ryusei mumbles, zooming in on your figure, licking his lips, feeling keisuke’s glare burning a hole into the back of his head.

“huh, come to think of it.. i’ve never seen keisuke even look in the direction of a girl,” chifuyu says to himself, rubbing his chin deep in thought.

“and how do you know that? you stalkin’ me and keepin’ track of who i look at?” keisuke says bluntly

“i’m not the one who was ogling the girl!” chifuyu bites back.

“i’m seriously gonna kill you.” he jumps at chifuyu, accidentally bumping into ryusei, pushing him to fall forward into the window sill, causing him to flip over and fall out into the bushes.

you jerk your head at the sudden sound, seeing three men peering down into the bushes and then to you, meeting eyes with that raven-haired hunk again. your eyes wander to his friends and see binoculars in one of their hands. were they creeping on you swimming?

they immediately duck, their backs against the wall under the window.

“you two are jackasses, genuine jackasses.” keisuke says through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose, kazutora cackles and claps as if he’s seen the funniest thing ever.

“us two?! your the one who pushed ryusei out of the window!” chifuyu whisper screams before kazutora quickly smacks him on the head.

chifuyu looks back at kazutora in shock, seeing him holding a finger against his lip shushing him, he slowly stands up to peer out the window to see if you’re still staring at them.

he sees you swimming towards the stairs, watching you walk out while squeezing the water out of your hair, you feel somebody stare at you and you turn your head towards the window again.

he quickly sits back down, “yeah, she just saw me” he says, laughing in between.

chifuyu scoffs, now standing up to peek his head out to check for himself. his eyes dart around the swimming pool area, looking for you. he straightens himself up and peers down to check on ryusei, finding him gone too.

he looks back at both of them, lips pressed into a thin line. “i can’t find neither her nor ryusei.” he says, shaking his head, walking away from the window to pace around the room in a panic, already assuming the worst. the weed paranoia is getting to him already and he barely smoked.

“fuck you mean ryusei’s gone?” keisuke questions, he stands up to check, finding nobody there. shit.

“maybe she just went inside, no big deal!” chifuyu says nervously.

keisuke sighs, “yeah, ‘cause she caught you three stalkin’ her like a bunch of creeps.. now she’s gonna think her neighbors are perverts,” he mumbles, leaning against the wall.

before chifuyu and kazutora have the chance to react to keisuke’s hypocrisy, the doorbell rings.

“is that him?” kazutora runs to the front door window to check until chifuyu yanks his arm back away from the door before anyone sees him, “what if it’s her?“

“so? not like we can pretend we’re not home” keisuke points at his ankle monitor with his eyes and starts walking towards the door.

keisuke didn’t suspect a single thing, he wasn’t even nervous at the idea of you being the one ringing the doorbell, it’s just some girl, he thinks. so why is he frozen in place at the sight of you, drenched, wearing a skin-tight black button-up top with shorts underneath, practically swallowing your ass and thighs, a weak attempt to 'cover up', once again, being a fucking tease.

“i’m all wet.. can i come in?” your tone oozing with seductive intent.

chifuyu and kazutora pop out from behind keisuke, catching the scene. chifuyu repeatedly looks at your form and then at keisuke with a confused look. the sight looked like a skit from a porno. you truly are a natural.

keisuke’s hard-on was unfortunately stepped on when he saw ryusei pop out from the side with a camera, laughing hysterically at the scene that unfolded, clearly, this was all planned to be a prank. and yet, keisuke seems unfazed by it. he’s barely even listening at the three, mind drifting elsewhere, lingering over the idea of you genuinely being a pornstar, he can’t get the moment out of his head.

he kept his eyes on you, watching you giggle at the two arguing and yelling at ryusei for the prank he pulled. all keisuke was thinking about was how sweet and innocent your smile looked compared to your former lifestyle, how your strawberry pink lipgloss was glistening perfectly with your glittery skin that came from your sunscreen, how your shirt was unbuttoned at the top perfectly exposing your tits– the hot pink bikini you were wearing, yeah.. that’s totally what he meant.

you hugged your form from the cold breeze, unknowingly making your tits look appealing. god, if he was a casting director for porn, he would hire you in an instant with him in it. a true succubus in the flesh.

ryusei blocks keisuke’s view of you with his camcorder, cackling in a way that grated on keisuke’s nerves, “you should’ve seen your face, keisuke,” he ends the video and fiddles with the camera to watch it again. “you don’t mind if she smokes with us right guys? she got locked out” he grins infuriatingly wide, finding amusement in torturing the raven-haired man.

“yeah for sure, she can smoke with us, right keisuke?” kazutora speaks without a thought.

keisuke’s stare lingers on your form once more, especially the cute little ribbons that are peeking out of your shorts, holding your bikini bottoms against your hips before quickly breaking it away to speak.

“whatever.” he mutters nonchalantly. he moves out of the way, walking up to his room without another word.

you slightly pout at the interaction, you hoped you’d get the chance to talk to him more since your closer now, that’s the only reason why you even agreed to ryusei’s little prank. it was so worth the reaction though. you’ve had many eyes on you and your used to it by now but this is the first time you’ve felt a magnetic pull that ignited a flicker of excitement within you just from being checked out, especially the way he did.

it was a challenge trying not to stutter after seeing him opening the door, his wife beater hugging his form so deliciously, his exposed big shoulders that his long hair couldn’t cover had you drooling, and grey sweatpants too? he’s such a gorgeous man and he doesn’t even know it.

“don’t worry about him; he’s always like that,” kazutora comforts, gesturing his head inside, inviting you in properly. a slight jingle sound from his earring. “come on in, after you.”

“such a gentleman” you fawned, brushing beside him to walk up the stairs with the three behind, finally reaching keisuke’s room.

“you got locked out? you, uh, need to call someone?” chifuyu says, a note of concern evident in his tone. avoiding eye contact, trying his best to ignore your.. look.

“i’d rather stay stranded if you don’t mind..” you smile nervously, shoving your hands in your back pocket to avoid fidgeting.

you look around, checking out his hot mess of a room, he’s sitting on his gaming chair, staring at the cat who’s sitting on the window sill, actually, that looks like nightmare!

“how did you get in here?” you murmur lovingly, slowly walking towards the window, bending over to pet her, unknowingly having your ass directly infront of keisuke, yeah, no doubt. you're most definitely teasing. and he’s not falling for it. he kicks his chair back to hit the wall so he could face the cat more.

your eyes flick up towards your window seeing how it’s aligned so perfectly with his, you look down finding nightmare pawing at the binoculars.

you grab it, looking through the lenses and directing it towards him, “sorry about her; she likes to explore sometimes, especially when it comes to our neighbors.” you tilt the binoculars down a bit to look at him better.

“it's cool, cats’re usually like that with me,” he says, his voice carrying a husky undertone.

cats love him too? can he get any hotter?

you both sit in silence for a bit until you feel smoke being blown directly on your cheek. you turn, now facing the guy with the tiger tatted on his neck. “here,” he hands you the joint, “you two can finish this, the three of us might uh, play some video games.” kazutora fabricates, he stuffs his hand in his jacket pockets, “you don’t happen to have wifi, do you? ours got cut off.”

you take a puff, blowing it out the window. “of course, here.”

you connect them to your wifi, and kazutora uses it to his advantage, putting it into keisuke’s computer. he sits on the bed with chifuyu and ryusei next to him, he opens up a porn site and starts searching for titles he remembers you being in.

he clicks on the first video that pops up and mutes the volume. you mostly did POV videos since it’s what you were known for, hundreds of videos of you bent over, teasing the camera, every POV theme, you did.

you hand keisuke the joint, and a wave of embarrassment takes over, now noticing how soaking wet you were. literally.

“uhm, where’s the bathroom? i need to dry up.. or at least attempt to,” you nervously laugh.

“down the hall to the left,”

you walk out of the room, ignoring keisuke’s eyes that are glued to your back as you walk to where he directed.

“damn, is this your girl, keisuke?” ryusei teases, watching videos of you plastering your pussy on the internet. “quit it, she’s not my girl.” keisuke responds with an edge to his voice, continuing to pet nightmare, who’s now laying on his lap with her stomach up.

“not even curious enough to look?” kazutora questions, his head is facing keisuke, but his eyes are still glued to the screen.

“'m not interested.” keisuke says with a monotone, knowing it was a flat-out lie, but he couldn’t give in, not yet, especially with you in the house.

chifuyu narrows his eyes at keisuke with suspicion, nobody knows how kesiuke thinks like he does. he knows he’s not bothering to ask them for the titles to watch privately since he won't hear the end of it from kazutora and ryusei.

chifuyu makes sure kazutora didn’t put it in incognito mode and secretly moves the mouse to favorite the link for keisuke to check out later, glancing at kazutora and ryusei, hoping they didn’t notice.

you walk back into his room, who didn’t move his eyes away from nightmare the entire time you were gone, he lifts his head up to look at you, taking a long drag from the joint. you walk towards him to snatch it from his lips before he finishes it, you crouch down, eye level with nightmare to pet her, who’s still on his lap. your current position not helping keisuke’s situation at all.

ryusei clears his throat, leaning back against the headboard, pretending he just didn’t see your entire naked body, head to toe, in every sex position ever created. “so, how’s the move going with you?”

you stand beside the window with your back facing it, you lean back slightly, placing your hand on the window sill for support, “still going..” you sigh, exhaling the smoke out, you quickly glance at keisuke, catching him with his head tilted upwards ever so slightly, fixated on you with unwavering intensity, his eyes conveying a sense of intrigue.

you immediately look away, breaking eye contact to hold back a smile.

“we’d help but, uh, one of us is a little spatially challenged at the moment” chifuyu points at baji’s ankle monitor with his chin.

“yeah i can tell, he got that whole lindsay lohan thing going on.”

“who?” keisuke questions, tilting his head as he gazed at you, the sun peeked through the window, streaming directly into his eyes, casting a warm glow over his face, he squints slightly, his eyebrows scrunching together, almost looking like he’s winking at you. his eyes are so intensely brown it’s driving you crazy.

you giggle handing keisuke the joint to smoke it, he pushes the chair closer towards you and places his foot on the wall right next to your thigh, trapping you between him. he takes a puff from your fingers. the coconut flavor of your lipgloss lingers on the joint, you would’ve thought he was messing with you until your eyes land on his hands, seeing that they’re a little occupied from nightmare playfully biting them.

“where’d you say you were from?” kazutora probes.

you turn your head towards kazutora’s direction, still keeping eye-contact with keisuke as he continues playing with nightmare, watching the smoke curl out from his lips as he exhales. “i’m from the city!”

“the city?” he inquires.

you hum enthusiastically in response, “and now forcefully relocated..” you relax your back against the window sill, tilting your head back, letting the breeze hit your neck for a moment as the familiar sound of your mother’s voice reaches your ears, a shiver of fear creeps up your spine, tinged with the realization that you're in a place your definitely not supposed to be, especially since you snuck out without a word.

you jolt up and duck under the window, your head is now directly next to his foot, eye level at his ankle monitor, keisuke silently chuckles at you, watching his shoulders shake.

“could you come in here, please?”

you look back at the four, mouthing and pointing at the direction of the voice, “my mom”

keisuke offers a quiet “mm-hmm”, he peers out the window, looking at your mom who’s clearly staring directly at his window.

“yeah, notice how she’s polite and always says please but she has that tone did you notice?” you say sarcastically, realizing that you're sitting on something. you sit up and find a blue marker right under you, taking the opportunity. you bite the lid off and carefully scribble your number onto the monitor that’s resting mere inches from your face, your hand trembles slightly as you add little hearts around and a cat resembling nightmare.

“uhuh, i know that tone” keisuke replies, you notice a knowing smirk in his tone.

you finish off your scribbles on his cuff and place the lid back into the marker, “gotta go before she kills me..” you get up, dusting off your butt from the floor. you start walking towards the door, quickly saying your goodbyes, and run outside towards your mom

keisuke brings his leg up to his lap to check out the cuff, seeing your little cute doodles and your number in the middle, he bites back a smile hoping his friends don’t see, he leans back against the chair, pushing it closer to the window to watch you walk towards your front door with nightmare beside you.

it’s been a week since you moved in, since you came over and wrote your number on his cuff, since you became a tattoo in his mind, and he couldn’t control his urges any longer.

he thought he could ignore the fact that he’s neighbors with a goddamn former pornstar but you giving him a show every. damn. time, you undress has been nothing but hard on him, literally.

it’s no coincidence that everytime you undress you had your back facing towards the window, you do it so torturously slow and seductive, almost as if you were giving him a strip tease every night, and you knew exactly what you were doing, you’re not stupid. you’ve seen how his window is directly in front of yours, you wouldn’t coincidentally leave it wide open just to undress in front of him. c’mon, you’re a natural after all.

in rare occasions you’d catch him staring and he would play it casual, acting like he’s busy doing whatever he does. but sometimes it’s innocent and sweet. you’d catch him staring at you playing with nightmare or getting ready for bed, you’d give an innocent wave or a little nod and he’d do it back, it’s a cute interaction but it’s still not helping him avoid whatever’s in his search history.

and that’s exactly what he’s gonna be clicking on tonight.

he opens the tab that chifuyu saved for him, already overwhelmed by the amount of POV options he could choose from. he clicks on the last video you made, and by a freak coincidence; the title was “the girl next door.”

the video starts off with you giving your usual strip tease by the window, classic. keisuke leans closer to the laptop, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes flicking between your window and the laptop screen.

you reach for your panties, the camera zooms closer to your ass, catching you linking your fingers under the straps that are tight around your hips.

you slowly start to pull them down, then snap them back on. the camera pans back to your face from your sudden movement, catching you looking directly at the camera, the camera-guy ducks down immediately at the sight, muttering ‘shit, shit, shit!’ behind the camera.

after a couple seconds of him hiding he holds the camera up, checking to see if you’re still there, noticing that you’re nowhere to be seen in your room until he hears footsteps walking towards the house, he pans the camera down catching you walk towards his front door.

the doorbell starts ringing.

keisuke’s eyes flick towards your window again after seeing your lights turn on from his peripheral vision. seeing you throw yourself onto your bed, seemingly exhausted doing god knows what.

disappearing out of his sight; he continues watching the video that was still going.

“i’ll delete the video if you suck my dick” said the camera man, your eyes lit up at the offer, already getting down on your knees to unzip his pants. you bite your lip with anticipation as you look up at him with glassy doe eyes, correction; looking at the camera lense. you jerk his pants down along with his boxers–

a black fluffy feline appears, blocking the laptop screen with its presence, demanding attention with a gentle purr emanating from her throat.

“seriously nightmare, now?” he gently pushes her back off the laptop, accidentally having her tap on the keys from his push, disrupting the video and making it skip to the part where you finally get fucked.

except, the volume is all the way up. filthy loud moans emitting from his laptop speakers, keisuke immediately shuts it in shame, and from behind the laptop screen it was you, looking directly at him with a walkie talkie in your hands.

you click on the button, “sounds like somebody’s got access to the internet again” you tease, holding back a giggle.

the sound of your voice come out from the walkie talkie on his table, seeing nightmare pawing at it, she must’ve brought it here and was trying to get his attention for it.

he grabs the walkie talkie and rolls the chair closer to the window, click, “you could say that.”

click, “what’re you watchin’?”

his tongue fitted out to wet his lips before answering, click, “a continuous of.. something we recorded.”

click, “we?”

he grabs the camcorder from his desk and replays the part where you teased him on his front door directly to the walkie talkie speaker.

click, you laugh at the humiliating sound of your own voice attempting to seduce the hunk next door, “oh my god i completely forgot about that!”

he tongues his inner cheek, emitting an amused scoff. click, “i didn’t.”

click, “what? you jack off to it every night?” you joke with a small laugh.

click, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “maybe.”

click, “don’t you have a girlfriend?”

click, “says who?”

click, “you look like a guy who would have a girlfriend.”

click, he tuts, “nah, i never had time.. why the sudden curiosity? you want me or somethin’?”

you shift in your seat, pulling up your knees to your chest and burying your face in them. click, “i didn’t mean it like that…”

click, he tilts his head slightly, leaning back against the chair. “hey, be brave, just like how you were last week on my front door.” keisuke sways the chair side to side with his leg.

you peek your head out from your knees, resting your chin on it. click, “you’re just gonna keep bringing that up huh..”

click, “uhuh.”

click, “what did you mean by continuous by the way?” you say after a few minutes of silence.

you watch him spin his chair side by side as he ponders his answer for a bit, click, “c’mere and i’ll show you exactly what i meant.”

you bite your lip from his boldness, you didn’t expect that from him at all, then again, you didn’t expect him to be shy either, he looks like the type of guy that makes sure he gets what he wants and god does that thought make you throb.

click, “i can’t.. i’m sort of grounded for sneaking out, ever since we moved here mom’s been eyeing me like a hawk, why don’t you come here instead?”

he places his cuffed leg up on the window sill, indicating that he’s still in house arrest, you completely forgot that you’re neighbors with a criminal. oddly, another thought that has you throbbing.

click, “how’d you get that?”

click, “burnin’ a cop car for shits n giggles i guess.”

click, “didn’t know i was neighbors with an anarchist.” you tease.

he mumbles to himself. “didn’t know i was neighbors with a pornstar but you learn new shit everyday, huh?”

you saw his mouth move, but didn't hear what he said. click, “did you say something?”

click, “nothing, gimme a sec.” he stands up from the chair and walks out of his room, disappearing from your sight, a couple minutes pass by and he comes back with a long ladder, placing it on his window and pushing it straight towards yours.

you lean your head out of the window from his action, “are you insane?! i’m not coming in like that!”

“what? too chicken shit?” he chuckles, successfully bridging the gap between your window and his. he pulls out the camcorder and clicks on the record button, panning the lenses towards you, “i’ll hold it just c’mere.”

you shake your head, incredulous. “you’re crazy–“

“you don’t trust me?” he persists, tilting his head, his gaze fixates on you with such intensity that has you breathless.

you sigh, rolling your head back. fuck it, you reluctantly step closer to the ladder. “if i break my neck it’s on you” you slowly start to climb the ladder towards him.

he grins, his eyes lingering on you, drinking in your reaction to the height as he watches you climb up with shaky hands.

he couldn’t resist fucking with you as he gently started rocking the ladder back and forth, pretending to lose his grip.

you shriek, mixing with laughter. you bite back your screams trying to avoid your parents' attention. “you fucking dickhead! stop!” your grip tightens.

“i don’t even think this fall is gonna break a neck i think it’s gonna kill me!” you whisper scream at him.

he finds your determination cute, even after his little attempt to give you a heart attack, he relents, “alright i’ll behave, just get over here already.” he steadies the ladder.

you resume your ascent, cursing to yourself as you finally reach his window, breathless but wearing a triumphant grin, he offers you a hand, pulling him into his room.

you both stand face to face, the adrenaline from your little escapade still coursing through your veins, “didn’t know you had it in you.” he toys.

you roll your eyes, playfully pushing his shoulder, “you’re an asshole you know that!” a hint of a smile plays at the corners of your lips, unable to suppress it.

he zooms the camera lense at your cheek, “yeah, think i made you cry a little bit” he teases, his voice coming out softer now.

“shut up, it’s just the wind in my eye” you mutter, wiping at your cheek with the back of your hand.

“is that right?” his hand moves almost instinctively, gently cupping your cheek as he wipes the tear away with his thumb. his touch starts to linger, gaze fixating on your lips, slowly tracing his finger along your bottom lip.

you gasp softly, caught off guard by the sudden shift of the atmosphere, his touch intoxicating, sending shivers down your spine. instinctively, you lean into his touch, your tongue darting out to lick the lingering taste of your tears from his finger.

your eyes lock, lips slightly parting, taking in his thumb in your mouth as you start to suck on it.

he sighs, biting back his groan from emitting out of his throat, observing you from the camcorder as you suck on his thumb like a mindless whore, “uhuh, open.. all the way.” he flicks his eyes from the camera screen to look at you. you oblige, he starts tracing his thumb around your tongue, thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth, prepping it for his cock that was already bulging out of his sweats.

“suck it just like that..” he says, drunkenly watching your eyes water as you gag around his fingers. he tuts, “already?” you whimper, drooling all over his fingers, “m’ i gonna have to prep that pussy too?” you shake your head, whining even more.

“c’mon, use your words.” he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pinching your cheeks together, your eyes flick down to his crotch before looking back up again, soft lips pushed out in a pout. you link your fingers down under at the band of his boxers, pulling him closer towards you.

his grip tightens on your cheek as he lifts your head up, the look on his face when he stares down at you makes you weak in the knees.

“you actually wet this time?” he teases, bringing up what happened last week yet again,

you tease back, “how about you touch me and find out?”

he lightly slaps your cheek, making you yelp, rubbing your thighs together after he genuinely made your clit embarrassingly throb from the slap. his hand finds its place on your cheek again, “quit being a tease and do as i say,”

“what does that needy pussy want, huh?”

“wanna suck your dick.” the way you were acting so damn shy and obedient as if you weren’t whoring yourself out and plastering your pussy all over the internet makes his dick spring up in an instant.

“yeah?” he tilts his head, moving the camera away to admire you, the ends of his hair tickling your skin, you nod persistently, he grins wider, his canines poking out of his lips, his hand slides down to your throat and grips around it, pulling you closer towards his face as he locks his lips with yours,

your plump coconut flavored lips kisses him back, groaning at your taste, remembering how he first tasted it when your lipgloss was on the joint. you deepen the kiss after feeling his grip around your throat tighten,

he pulls you closer towards his chest, making you stand on your tippy toes savoring the kiss, your hands rest atop his chest to tug on his shirt desperately, silently begging for more of him, his tongue licks at the bottom of your lips.

finally breaking the kiss off to breathe, his spit string connected to your lips, your knees already growing weak from the small make out sesh as he grabs a handful of your hair, tugging it down forcing you on your knees, enough to make your pupils dilate at the subtle feeling of pain. he takes a mental note of your masochism and unlinks his sweats, sitting down on his chair, legs spread wide open for you to drool and gush over.

he points the camera towards you again, “what’re you waitin’ for huh? suck what you’ve been beggin’ for.”

your fingers tremble with desire, squeezing your thighs together getting wetter and wetter just from this, you curl your fingers under the boxer band and pull it down, freeing his thick fat dick out from it’s confinements, falling entranced with the bobbing of his cock that sprung upwards towards his stomach.

your hand reaches out to grab his cock, wrapping him around your delicate hand, slowly jerking him back and forth. your fingers aren’t even near touching from how thick he was, a fat flushed tip pooling with pre making you drool at the sight.

you part your lips, flattening your tongue around his tip, circling around it, toying with him– toying with his patience,

he rolls his head back holding in his groans as you bob your head up and down painfully slow, he snakes his fingers through your hair, grabbing a handful of it to push you down further, thrusting in your throat, back and forth. you moan on his dick, he grips onto the camcorder tight, your throat vibrations against it almost made him lose control, he yanks your hair pulling you back away from his dick, groaning at the loss of you.

saliva trailed from your mouth to his tip, making his dick twitch at the sight.

you teasingly kiss at the tip, giggling at his reaction as you quickly got up to walk over his bed, bending over, crawling towards the middle of it. you arch your back, ass up with your head down, you look back at him motioning him to walk over with your finger as you moved your hips side to side.

he zooms the camcorder at your form, “there she is..” he slowly starts to walk over towards you, he grabs your hips, hooking his fingers into your shorts and tugging it back towards his crotch to grind on you, you arch against him, moaning at the friction of his hardened dick against your aching clothed clit, pushing yourself back like a bitch in heat, “god.. pretty fuckin’ sight, right there.”

he reaches his hand down, skimming up your thighs, spreading it apart more, the hand at your thigh slides up and cups your ass, pulling your shorts upwards to reveal the outline of your pussy, you silently the lords above that you were wearing black or you’d already have an embarrassingly visible wet spot.

you can’t help the blush that consumes your entire face, burying your face into his blanket from embarrassment, “quit teasing me..”

he hums in response, getting a close up of your outline on his camera, “i haven’t even seen your pussy yet and just from the outline of it.. mmm.” he says through gritted teeth as if he was straining to hold himself back from eating you,

he pulls your shorts up more, almost lifting you up as he starts kissing your clothed clit, burying his sharp nose up the seam of your shorts. “need to taste you.” he grips onto your shorts, ripping them off in a blink of an eye,

“w-wait-“

“i’ll buy you new ones, just shut up will you?”

he pulls at the sides of your panties, letting them go to snap back against your pussy. you whimper at the sensation, greedily moving your hips against his finger trying to get him to touch you already. he tuts, moving his hand away making you miss his fingers, you feel a sharp smack against your ass, “be patient.”

he slowly starts pulling them off of you, you wish you weren’t so embarrassed from your position so you could look at his mean face, it’s always what drove you crazy about him, feeling his sharp eyes on you everytime you undress in-front of the window, of course you fucking did that on purpose, your neighbor is hot for god’s sakes! all you ever fantasized about was him, him, him.

and here he is, right in-between your legs from behind, recording and staring at your pretty wet pussy glistening around his index finger, slowly rubbing your slit up and down, his long finger slides up inside you, curling it, the bottom of his palm rubs right against your ass

baji hovers above you, jaw clenched as he works his hand fast, shoving his ring finger to join his middle one. he whispers in your ear, “you’re so hot like this, so needy for me.” he kisses and bites the back of your neck, trailing his lips down your back towards your ass, lowering himself to be in direct line of sight of your pussy again.

he grabs your thighs, spreading you enough for him to lay down in between your legs. he grabs your hips, forcing you to sit on his face as he lightly starts sucking on your now swollen clit, burying his face in your cunt, messily eating you making the nastiest noises, which sends your hips squirming away from his lips, he circles his arm around your thighs, keeping you still enough while he tasted you.

he continues finger-fucking you, hardening his tongue to lick at your clit. he changes his thrusts to the scissoring motion. even though you told him you didn’t need prepping for his cock, something tells him that you’re not gonna be able to take it, he can hear you begging him to stop.. whining about how it’s too much. and god, the thought of hurting you like that and stretching your cunt out to only fit the form of his cock got him twitching.

seems like he’s not the only one who’s throbbing already, feeling your walls tighten up around his fingers, thighs trembling beyond your control as he holds it down with his grip that squeezes you from time to time. your moans, pleads and whimpers were music to his ears as you climax on his mouth,

you grip at the sheets feeling him spit on your pussy, sucking and tasting your juices with his eyes dilated, taking in the sight of his meal as if this is his last one, cause you truly are gonna be the fucking death of him.

he sits back up, pushing your head back down, putting you in the same position as before. his fingers spread open your folds, watching his spit drip in between, clenching around nothing since you were achingly empty. he suddenly lifts his face, coming up to hover over you, continuing to work his fingers into you, fucking your own slick back into your cunt. “think she can handle my cock baby?” he gives your pussy a quick slap!

you clamp your teeth, hissing at the slap, you push yourself up with your arm to meet his eyes, biting your swollen lips as you look back at him finger fucking you, his chin and lips glistening with your arousal, you nod persistently.

“use your words.” he gives your pussy another slap, “yes, yesyesyes! please..” you plead pathetically, tears running down your cheeks from overwhelming pleasure already and he hasn’t even fucking started.

“atta girl, gonna give your pussy what it keeps throbbin’ for.” he says in between ripping off a condom from its confinement with his teeth and slides it on his cock, you moan after every promise he makes as he slowly sinks his tip in, your swollen plush lips swallowing and clenching him already, “shit.. ease up baby, you’re so goddamn tight.” his head tilts back, feeling you resist him, he hisses trying so hard to hold back from blowing his load right then and there.

he slides his hand to the back of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as his entire length finally sinks into you, you immediately grip on his arms, nails digging into him as a whine leaves your throat.

he pulls out and slides back in, over and over, his eyes glued to the way your slick is already coating his cock, he keeps his pace slow and hard, finding your spots and avoiding hitting your cervix, as much as he loves the thought of seeing you in pain he’d rather watch you squirt from overwhelming pleasure all over his abdomen.

his head dips down into the crook of your neck, biting it to suppress his groans, holding back from pulling out the condom and snapping his hips against your ass, the thought of breeding you is slowly consuming him and he’s trying his very best to hold that back.

suddenly, the creak of the front door of the house interrupts, followed by the soft thud of it closing. baji recognizes his mom’s footsteps slowly approaching the stairs, he suddenly straightens up at the sound, turning his head towards his door expecting her to barge in like she usually would, he takes the opportunity to slide the condom off, slowly shoving his tip back in, ignoring her presence in the house.

“s-stop.. i think somebody’s here.. i-“ he cuts you off immediately shoving two fingers into your mouth, “suck ‘n shut the fuck up.” the worst part about all of this is that he doesn’t stop.

matter of fact, his pace is moving faster than before, sounds of his hips roughly clapping your ass echoes around his room. you try to talk with a mouthful, “she’s gonna hear-“ “i don’t give a shit.” he gags you with his fingers, rolling his waist to knock into you, soaking wet pussy coating his abdomen, strings of slick connecting the two of you as he continues to kill your guts, forcing you to swallow back your screams as you mindlessly suck on his fingers like a dumb whore.

the second he started fucking you raw, everything that was holding him back from brutally pounding you is gone, your pussy’s too damn addictive, he can’t miss it for a minute, god if he was one of your costars he would’ve grown attached to you, making the producers yell “cut” cause he just. won’t. stop. fucking you.

you plead for him to stop, trying to push him back, too overstimulated for another orgasm, you suppress more moans from escaping your lips as he shoves all of his pulsating dick inside your wet cavern. the base of his cock meets your slit to let you know just how absolutely deep he’s gone in.

you were a siren to him, whimpers and squeaks too addictive to hear that he falls in a trance, watching you suppressing your noises like he ordered you to. he’s already planning on rewarding you for being such a good girl for him, ideas about lapping on your pussy nonstop cloud his mind, yeah. he’s gonna make you his after this.

for now, you don’t care about anything else except the feeling of his intoxicating desperate thrusts as he rams more forcefully inside, tears well up your eyes along with your whimpers. slobbering over his fingers and choking on your spit, you clench around him as you feel a growing sensation in your lower abdomen, aside from butterflies.

keisuke finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, “speak up baby.” he taunts before tightening his hand around your neck, “fuck my brains out, fuck it, please please.. oh gosh, please!” you can barely form a word from the pressure he’s putting against your windpipe, the only words that emit from your mouth are the words of a bitch in heat who’s clit possessed her body, mind and soul, and that’s exactly who you are right now.

“shit. let me cum inside you and i will.”

“wh- what about the condom..”

he grunts feeling you tighten around him, “must’ve slipped out.”

he’s so fucking mean, you’d be lying if you said you hated it, especially with the way you clenched around him after finding out that he was fucking you raw this entire time.

you nod, you nod desperately and latch onto his arms when the skin slapping becomes louder and louder with each second that passes, you cry in absolute euphoria as he chases his orgasm, feeling his own climax budding inside of him.

you start clapping your ass up to meet his thrusts, your mind brainless from his constant fucking, focused on one thing and one thing only.

your tits bounces as he jerks his hips more rapidly, he cusses under his breath, catching up to an animalistic pace until you completely disintegrate under him by the time you reach your climax.

your legs shake and your lips quiver, keisuke takes the opportunity and coats your insides with his load, shooting thick ropes of white all over your walls as you clench your cunt around him, draining the life out of him from the tip of his dick just from your tight pussy.

gasping and whimpering as he slowly pulls out of you to direct the camcorder towards your pussy, watching how his hot seed oozes out of the hole he just destroyed. he gives your ass a smack, flesh shaking like jelly as you push out more of his seed, making it drip down your slit, he grabs your flesh spreading you open to give more room for it to ooze out.

“you’re so fucking perfect.. mine. all mine..” he says softly from behind the camcorder, he pans the camera towards your face, you smile into your shoulder blissfully and giggle as he films your bruised and used cunt. “yeah.. only mine.”

©︎ HYSTEROTIC. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

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Pet part 3-The room where it happened

My hands were bound, and I was curled up in the corner of a small room. Muzan sat with his back to me mixing something. “ Why so scared hmm?” ”hmhmmhm” “Haha forgot you were gagged” He walked over to me with a long needle full of red liquid.  I muffled cry left my mouth. “ Don’t bed scared, it will only hurt, well a lot.” He remarked with a devilish smile. “ Now do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?” He asked lowering my gag. “ FUCK YOU” I yelled in response. He slapped me and gagged me. “ I’ll take that as the hard way.” He grabbed my hair and pulled me towards a small bed in the opposite corner of the room. A harsh throw onto the bed reminded me of my broken arm. A sharp pain ran through my arm as he pinned me down. He violently ripped off my shirt exposing my arms and chest. Muzan: “ You look so sexy after this we can have a little fun later” Tears left my eyes at his perverted remark. He stabbed the needle into me, and I let out a cry of agony. He ungagged me. “ Hmm, your cries are so beautiful to hear.” He said while pushing the needle further in.  “ W-what a-are you d-doing to me?” “ Just turning you into a demon” he said facing me head-on. I started thrashing around violently. “ No please stop I’m begging.” Muzan: “ Too late doll” Muzan laughed as he held up an empty needle. He let go when he was done, and I made a dash for the door. I barely made it to the door when he grabbed my waist. “ LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!” Muzan: “I’LL TEACH YOU TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!” Throwing me onto the floor he sat on top of me and held my chin so I would face him. “ I don’t like the name bastard I prefer master.” “ Like hell, I’ll call you that.” I pushed the words past my gritted teeth.       A harsh hit followed by a snap rang from my arm” Ahhhhhhh” “ Beg me and I’ll stop” “ FUCK YOU” Another blow thing time to my stomach. Some blood came out of my mouth. Muzan scooped it up with his finger and drank it. “ You taste so good, hmm?” “ Seems like you’re becoming a demon”.

The process was painful. It felt like a fire had escaped into my body and was now running free.  I blacked out and woke up on the bed again. “ Ahh your awake” “There is a meeting with the uppermoons so hurry up and put that dress on nakime will take you to the meeting once you’re done.” “ I’m not doing,” I was interrupted by Muzan walking over and picking me up by the neck. “YOU WILL DO AS I SAY NOW!” “NOW PUTTING THAT FUCKING DRESS ON!” Or I will do it for you, and we both know how that will end.” A feeling of hopelessness and loss of will came over me. “Y-yes master muzan””That’s what I like to hear, good girl.”” You’ll get your reward later, don’t you worry” “ W-what..”” Don’t you worry ill make sure you have a great time, one full of pleasure.” I sat up to get ready and noticed my appearance I looked mostly the same but the mark on my eyes… “No, no, NO” I broke down in tears crying. My eyes had the marking ‘PET.

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“got myself such a pretty little girl, such a pretty little pussy.” Toto mumbled literally EVERYTIME you two are in bed.

He ALWAYS grabs your hand and puts it on top of the very visible bulge through your belly as soon as he enters you.

“S-so big, stretching m-me out so g-good.” you cried out as tears formed in your eyes.

“I know Schatzi, but I got you, you know that don’t you?”

He loooooves seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head, tears forming into your eyes and moaning his name until your voice is hoarse.

Toto is always pressing his hand down onto your belly while he’s fucking you violently, making it all just more intense.

“How did I get so lucky, hm? How did I got such a pretty little pussy to take my big cock?” He told you while he wrapped his hand around your tiny throat.

He LOVES to fuck you from behind AGAINST THE DOOR.

Yes, your heard right.

WHILE STANDING. AGAINST THE DOOR.

Your boyfriend always puts his hand around your throat and whispers dirty things about your size different into your ear from behind while taking you against the door.

“Such a good tiny girl for my big cock.”

“Love it when that tiny body is shaking because of me.”

“Such a perfect throat for me to choke while I’m fucking that pussy of yours against the door, you dirty fucking slut.”

You wanna act like a brat while he’s working in his office? You probably forgot that this man is literally 6'5 ft, he throws you over his should with one arm.

Or once when you utterly disrespected him in the kitchen after an important event where you made a little joke in front of all his important business friends.

“Du kommst jetzt sofort her.” Your gonna come here right now. And of course you couldn’t stop acting like a brat once you’ve started so you crossed your arms and told him no with a quick head shake.

And Toto hates it when somebody doesn’t give him the respect he worked so hard for.

“Y/n, jetzt.” now.

“Nein.” no.

The Mercedes Team Chef didn’t even hesitate. As soon as he heard those words leaving your mouth, he took quick and long steps towards your standing frame before he wrapped his hand around your throat and lifted your onto the kitchen counter.

ONLY WITH HIS HAND.

You were also very surprised when you noticed that Toto loves it to stuff his fingers into your mouth.

“Just like that Schatzi, take them deeeeep into your mouth, just as deep as when you would suck my big cock.”

He always chokes you with them and makes you gag around them until tears are running into your mouth and on his fingers, coating them together with your and obviously his spit.

He also has a spitting kink but that’s another topic to talk about for some other day hehe.

After he’s satisfied with making you gag around his big and long fingers, he smears your spit, his spit and your tears all over your mouth, covering you in it before he stuffs them deep into your pussy.

“Almost to tiny to even take my fingers baby, so proud of you that you can take my way bigger cock, always swallowing it up so perfectly with your wet cunt.”

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jealous girl. cato hadley

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Cato Hadley x Female! District Two! Reader

This one shot is for a book I’m writing but enjoy this. Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/336569852?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=riddlesbleachdrinker&wp_originator=lNYFXKoKSwZS%2FwkVU%2FVInkUksEX5fvHuroL2fOpLQzYw324EJ7uS7vH9NrK7EKz%2FtWuSTO96oj3SPi%2F%2F4Z9sCfk8um5LCzNHP2dloSxR2TYkqun4bDC2EUvFGW59AGeP (JEEZ THATS A BIG LINK, WTF)

“Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl. If I can't have you, baby. If I can't have you, baby.” 

“Let the 74th Hunger Games commence. May the odds be ever in your favor.” 

The moment the countdown reached zero, Y/N jumped off her pedestal. She was racing towards the supplies before the other tributes even had time to process what was happening. 

The H/C-haired girl grabbed the first weapon she saw, which was a sword. Cato wouldn’t be happy about that. Y/N slashed at the other tributes, not caring who she hit as long as blood splattered across the fresh grass.

“You took my sword.” Cato muttered as he stabbed a young boy with a curved knife. Y/N only hummed and shrugged. 

“The District Twelve girl is getting away!” Glimmer shouted over the screams of terror coming from the tributes. 

“I got her!” Y/N replied, throwing the sword at Cato’s feet and picking up an axe as she sprinted after Katniss. “Well, if it isn’t the girl on fire.” Y/N sneered as she grabbed the raventte’s braid, pulling her back. “You escaped from Glimmer’s arrows but you can’t escape me.” Y/N choked Katniss with the handle of her axe, listening to the way she gagged. Katniss scratched at Y/N’s arms, picking off bits of flesh until she realized that would do no good. 

With a choked gasp, Katniss harshly head butted Y/N. The H/C-haired girl yelled out in pain as thick, red liquid dripped down her face. 

“My nose! You little shit! You hurt my face! You’ve ruined it!” Y/N punched Katniss, screaming over and over again. She was like a vicious beast sinking its teeth into its prey. 

Y/N slashed Katniss’ shoulder with her weapon, knocking her to the ground. The H/C-nette attempted to stab Katniss’ throat but she rolled to the side, getting a mouthful of dirt in return. Katniss kicked Y/N’s ankles, causing the latter to topple over. 

Suddenly, Katniss was on top of her with a dagger pressing into Y/N’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood. Cato was quick to react. He grabbed Katniss’ shirt, heaving the black-haired girl off Y/N.

Katniss quickly scrambled up, sprinting away. Cato was too focused on Y/N to care. 

“I thought you had it under control.” Cato grumbled as the pair walked back towards Glimmer and Marvel. The bloodbath was over, allowing the tributes to rest before the Careers picked them off one by one.

“I did until she tried to slit my damn throat.” Y/N lifted a hand to feel the small, slightly wincing. 

“How much supplies did we get?” Cato questioned. There was a large array of bags on the bloody grass, and one of them was bound to contain medical supplies. 

“We only got a few bags of food. Marvel and I can go find some more.” Glimmer offered. By ‘finding some more’ she meant stealing from other tributes. 

“We’ll guard the supplies then.” Cato uttered, “Don’t take too long.” The blond began to rummage through the bags, searching for anything he could use on Y/N’s injuries and her bloody nose.

“This isn’t needed, you know. My throat will be fine.” Y/N mumbled as Cato forced her to tilt her head back as he cleaned her wound. 

“Say that when it gets infected.” Cato fired back. Y/N lightly scoffed, the corners of her lips twitching into a small smile.

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“Are you seeing this, Cladius?” Caesar grinned at his broadcasting partner. “It seems the District Two tributes have finally began showing affection to each other, starting with Cato saving Y/N.”

“Yes, yes. We all saw the lingering stares between the two during the tribute parade. However, we have two couples in the games now: Peeta and Katniss from District Twelve, and Cato and Y/N from District Two. How will that turn out?”

“We’ll just have to wait and see.”

__  Y/N bit into a piece of bread, finally silencing her rumbling stomach. Cato was quick to snatch the food out of her hand, shoving it into her mouth. 

“Dude, seriously?” Y/N scowled, slapping his shoulder. Cato only laughed. “I was still eating that, you nitwit.” 

Night was beginning to fall, which only meant one thing for the Careers: hunting time. Peeta was with them too. Only so they could find Katniss, though.

“Fire alert.” Y/N muttered, pointing over at a dim light slightly concealed by the forest. Truly a stupid move. 

“Come on, let’s go.” Cato said.

With their backpacks fully stuffed and weapons in hand, the Careers went bounding into the forest in search of new targets. They followed the fire and found a girl warming her hands by it. She looked up, noticing the sadistic smirks on the Careers’ faces.

There was a loud scream and then a canon, signifying her death.

“Did you hear her shouting? Oh, please don’t kill me!” Glimmer loudly laughed as she imitated the girl’s plead. Cato chuckled, nudging her.

“Hey, that was a good impression.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/N, who was at the front of the pack, turned around. She saw Cato and Glimmer lagging behind, stuck in their own world. Y/N heaved a frustrated sigh.

She felt like her gut was being twisted. She clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the feeling. As Glimmer giggled again, Y/N’s grip on her axe tightened.

“Tribute, two o’clock!” Marvel announced, pointing at a boy who was sprinting through the greenery. He was making an awful lot of noise, which was the thing that led the Careers to him in the first place.

“I call dibs!” Y/N exclaimed, running after him. She threw her axe, hitting him square in the chest. It wasn’t long before another canon went off. Y/N ransacked his bag, grabbing everything she could and shoving them into her pockets and bag.

“Let’s set up camp.” Marvel uttered. It would do them no good if they were too tired to kill tomorrow. Cato, Marvel, and Glimmer lay on the ground while Y/N skilfully climbed up a tree. She liked climbing things. And turns out, it was a skill many Careers lacked.

Y/N swung her legs back and forth as she stared up at the artificial sky. She glanced down, staring as Glimmer cuddled into Cato’s side. He allowed her.

Y/N felt another strong pang in her chest as she absentmindedly played with a knife she found in her bag. She couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline and envy was keeping her awake.

“Are you ever going to come down?” Cato questioned. He slipped out of Glimmer’s arms and walked to stand underneath Y/N.

“I will.” She muttered, “Soon.” She wanted Cato to stay, but he simply shrugged.

“Alright. Don’t fall out of the tree.” He returned to his former sleeping spot, but kept his distance from Glimmer.

“Night, Y/N.” She heard him say.

“Night, Cato.”

__

It was another successful day for the Career pack. All of them, save for Peeta, were celebrating their latest kill. They walked out of the thick greenery, almost skipping with joy.

“Hey, look!” Y/N exclaimed, pointing at Katniss. She was wading in the shallow water of a river to relive the burn in her leg. As soon as she saw the Careers, her eyes widened and she bolted.

“Fish out of the pond!” Marvel yelled as they chased after her.

“She’s mine!” Glimmer playfully shouted.

Cato was at the front of the pack, Y/N not too far behind.

“Where you going, baby?!” Cato exclaimed, “There’s nowhere to run!”

Katniss resorted to climbing up a tall tree. She panted as she reached a high branch, looking down at the deadly pack.

“Get her, Cato!” Glimmer encouraged the blond as he began to scale up the trunk, jaw tightly clenched. However, he grabbed onto a frail stick and fell. He landed with a loud thud.

“Fine! I’ll shoot her!” But Glimmer overestimated her aim. She missed Katniss by a long shot. Cato angrily motioned for Glimmer to hand the bow and arrow over, trying for himself. He was just as bad.

“Maybe you should throw the sword.” Katniss sarcastically suggested.

“Or maybe you all should move aside and leave her to the one that can climb.” Y/N piped up, her arms folded over her chest.

The pack stepped aside, allowing Y/N to pass through. She held a dagger in between her teeth as she climbed the tree with surprising speed. Katniss scrambled away as Y/N stepped onto her branch.

“Hello again, girl on fire.”

Katniss pulled out a curved dagger, holding it in front of her. In such close range, her bow and arrows would be futile.

“You’re going to pay for ruining my face.” Y/N launched at Katniss, grabbing her by the shirt and throwing her back. Katniss hit the tree trunk and let out a strained wheeze. The Careers below cheered at Y/N stabbed the ravenette’s shoulder and kicked her burn so hard that Katniss screamed.

Katniss was skilled, but she was no match for Y/N, who was trained for this moment. Katniss heard a faint buzzing above her and she looked up to see some kind of wasp nest.

__

“Oooh, tracker jackers. If Katniss manages to knock it over, Y/N will be in a very dangerous position.” Claudius uttered to Caesar. The blue-haired man nodded in agreement.

“For those of you who don’t know,” Caesar said, “Tracker jackers are genetically engineered wasps. Their lethal stings can cause powerful hallucinations and, in some serious cases, death.”

__

Katniss clumsily jumped and sliced the nest off the tree. The tracker jackers emerged, buzzing around the two females. The Careers below were also affected.

Y/N fell out of the tree, screaming as she tried to swipe the wasps away. The pain was blinding her sense of sight as she scrambled to her feet.

“Y/N!” She faintly heard Cato yelling. Once Cato and Marvel realised neither of their District partners were behind them, the blond immediately ran back.

Glimmer and Y/N were both being attacked, trying desperately to run away from the wasps.

If Cato could save both of them, he would’ve. But time was running low and he had to choose. He chose Y/N without hesitation, leaving Glimmer behind to die.

“Shit! Y/N, come on. Wake up. Don’t leave me. Y/N!” Cato lay her on the ground and shook her shoulders, begging her to open her eyes.

“Cato?” She whispered, her cracked and bloody lips slightly parted.

“Yes. Yes. It’s me. It’s Cato.” He grabbed her face so Y/N could clearly see him.

“Why is Clove with you? She’s not meant to be here.” Y/N muttered, furrowing her eyebrows. “Clove, why are you here?”

“Y/N, Clove isn’t here.” Cato said, “But I am. Can you walk?” Y/N tried to stand up but she fell back down. Cato cushioned her fall.

“It hurts.” She whispered, lightly tugging his shirt.

“I know.” Cato gently uttered, stroking her cheeks. “I shouldn’t have let you go up there. I’m so sorry.” For a moment, Cato showed his vulnerability to the multiple cameras surrounding him. “You’re going to be okay, though. Just take it nice and slow.”

With Cato’s help, Y/N was able to stand up. She groaned, leaning against him.

“I’m going to kill her.” She muttered, referring to Katniss. She had gotten away from Y/N two times. It wouldn’t happen a third.

“You’ll get your chance. For now, relax.” Cato kissed the top of Y/N’s head, too distracted by her to notice the sponsor parachute. The small container hit him in the face and he clenched his jaw.

He opened the compartment, briefly reading the small note inside.

Nice romance, kids. Apply this to Y/N’s injuries. - E

Cato screwed open a round container, looking inside in confusion. “It’s, uh, melted oatmeal?”

“It’s ointment, you nitwit!” Y/N snapped, “For the stings!”

“Damn, the stings made her cranky. Here, let me help you.” Cato applied the ointment and Y/N sighed in relief as they finally stopped hurting.

“Thanks, Cato.” Y/N murmured, leaning against him.

“Any time, Y/N.”

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Toji Fushiguro x Reader (JJK)

Warnings : mature content, oral sex, spanking, choking, penetration

"Come on baby doll, I know you could do better than that" Toji cooed grabbing your hair thrusting violently into your mouth. Tears running down your face as you gag around him. The sound making him stop and looking down at you with what others would think is concern. To you it was the look of annoyance.

"Since when did you gag?" He asked taking his dick out your mouth. You cough and wipe the saliva off your chin. "Since when did you stop caring if I came or not?"

"That's what this is about?" He laughed letting your hair go. "Babe, I was just teasing you a bit and getting you warmed up this morning that was all. You're really still mad about it?"

"Yes I'm still mad you asshat" you say getting off the floor and walking away. Toji jumps up grabs you by the arm and pulls you across his lap.  "What are you doing let go of me" you groan.

"No you're being a brat. So now your get treated like one"

"Toji get tf off -ahh" you shout feeling his large hand connect with your ass.

"What was that baby doll?" You look back at him and see him smirking at you with his hand up as if he's waiting for a response before he continues. You didn't respond wiggling I'm his hold trying to escape.

His palm came down on your ass again with a loud clap echoing in the room. Your breath caught up in your throat as a moan forced its way out. "Stop fighting it like you don't like it babe" he says lowly. Before you could catch your breath again his large hand again came down on ass again ripping another moan out of you. Between each slap you your add he would rub your cheek and massage it to soothe the pain before landing a slap to the other. It felt so good. You would never admit it aloud to him thag you enjoyed the pain and warmth that came from his hand colliding with your ass.

"Looks like you're having fun" he says tugging at the crotch of your panties. "You're dripping"

You look back at him to see him licking his lips staring down at your cunt while holding your panties to the side. "I learn something new about you every day, what a nasty woman you are" he says letting go over your panties, the wetness feeling cool against your hot throbbing cunt.

"I hope you've been keeping count because I have no problem starting over" he says landing another harsh slap to your ass. "What number was that babe?"

"F-four" you shout squeezing your legs together . For the next few minutes you continue to endure the torturous spanking from Toji, with every hit he would glid his fingers across your cunt.  He started spanking you faster and harder. He covered every inch of your ass with stiff swats, alternating cheeks in a steady rhythm. The skin of your ass was slowly growing a red tint.

He moved your panties to the side and thrust his fingers into your soaked cunt. His slow pace made you push back onto his fingers causing him to pull his fingers out and give you the hardest slap by far.

"T-Toji, daddy please " you beg.

'You've been a naughty girl, y/n. A brat, do you know that?"

"Yes, daddy."

"And what happens to naughty bratty girls?"

"They get spanked, daddy."

"Good girl, now what number are we up to?"

"T-ten" you sniffle.

"Alright alright come here" he says lifting you up and pulling your legs around him for you to straddle him. You his when your ass made contact with his lap.  "There's that beautiful face, you done being a brat?"  You nod in response as he wipe your tears.

"Alright, to bad I don't want you to suck me off anymore" he says throwing you off him and onto your back on the bed. " I promise I'll make you cum harder than I ever did before, sounds good?" He asked pressing kisses to your neck and giving love bites.

He throw yours legs open roughly and pulls at the crotch of your panties ripping them clean off. You gasp at the action because he literally rips all of your Panties when he comes over. Before you can complain about it he's pulling you down to the edge of the bed for your hips to meet his. Hold your legs up by pressing his hands into the back of your knees, he used his hips to line his dick up with your cunt. The moment it latched on to your whole he slowly teased it by pushing past your walls a little bit and then slamming his whole length in. You coughed when he shoved everything in as you weren't prepared.

Slowly he thrust in and out of you letting your cunt adjust to his size and you softly moan under him. He winks at you and puts more pressure on your legs as he picks up his pace.

"You feel so good around me baby doll" he moans leaning down to give you a soft kiss. When he sits back up he places one hand around your neck and the other on your shoulder and begins to pound into you. Staring down at you he watches as you're breathing picks up and it looks like your trying to catch your breath. He groans watching the way your breast bounce every time his hips connected to yours.

"Da-daddy" you say in a gargled moan as you cum all over him.

"Just like that babydoll, do it for me one more time, just one more" he breathes heavily. The sweat from his forehead running down his face with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he harsh grinding into your cunt. The grip on your neck tighten as he begins to pull you down on to this dick by your shoulder slamming you into hsi thrust. Your eyes roll back and your body shake as you cum again on his dick, clenching down on him tightly.

"If you clench any harder your going to make me nut in you"

"So do it daddy" you moan. Two long and hard thrust later you feel how dick throb inside of you as he came filling you up. Letting go of your throat he collapses on top of you with his dick still inside of you.

"That... was great." He huffed wrapping his arms around your body. "Please, be a brat more often"

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Writing out my personal thoughts on what Lab Rats could have been. (Disclaimer: I don't own the show, I do like the show but also have my own opinions and thoughts, don't like don't read, etc etc).

So, Season 1 and early Season 2 stay mostly the same because they set up some neat dynamics. The main change is that I would even out Adam and Chase's dynamic a little more so it seems more like they both constantly fight instead of just Adam picking on Chase non-stop (Seriously. As the annoying sibling who would constantly throw their siblings if I had the super-strength for it, I think the bullying gags got too repetitive and seem more malicious than intended). Separate note that I would change a little bit of Katelyn's personality so it's less of her hating Bree and more of her being completely feral (sorta like she was in her first appearance, but more violent and willing to ignore the law).

Now, we have some established character roles. Adam as the dumb strong one, Bree as somewhat inconsistent teenage girl, and Chase as the egotistical nerd.

Beginning around the time that we start seeing more plot-connected episodes in late Season 2 and early Season 3 (as opposed to stand-alones), we start long-term character arcs. Specifically, their individual arc and their adjustment to the world arc.

For Adam, it's the slow (like 2-3 seasons' worth of slow) shifting from constantly teasing Chase and being more rude and annoying to being the protective brother and affectionally bullying Bree and Chase. Unlike the others, he seems to have an easier time with being an outcast at Mission Creek High, so part of his arc would be the steadfast refusal to bully his weirdo siblings at school to humiliate them, and consistently being the rock of the trio.

For Bree, shown canonically to have a very inconsistent personality until the writers nailed down what they wanted, the arc would have her figuring out who she is and slowly embracing that she's allowed to not fit perfectly into any box. She's a fan of girly things, she's tomboyish, she can study, she likes to slack off, her moral compass is not always consistent, and she doesn't have to fit into any of these weird boxes other people shove her into. This would be especially relevant during the "Three Minus Bree" bit of the season, but instead of the show shafting blame onto her, she understands that her feelings were valid, even if she overreacted. I, personally, would also add in the idea that she can quit the team once they're stable and can prepare. The first part of her arc would end with her wanting to stay for now, but also exploring the idea of leaving in the future.

Chase's arc would revolve around his ego being tied to his intelligence. Unlike Adam and Bree, Chase has no hobbies or skills that do not tie into his super-intelligence. Adam doesn't need super strength or heat vision to bake and like dogs. Bree manages to win over friends and collect creepy dolls without relying on her super speed. Chase doesn't have this option or, at least, it doesn't seem like it. The majority of his arc would be around mid-late Season 3 and most of Season 4 as he struggles to balance the power dynamic shifting and reconciling with himself that it's alright if he can't handle everything on his own, which he mostly does to compensate for the fact that everyone else could function easily without bionics, and he cannot.

Leo's arc is both an ego check and a confidence boost. While the initial Mission Specialist position was given to him mostly as a joke, I'd set up more mission episodes and have Leo progress over the seasons from an overexcited rookie to their chill level-headed backup, pulling information over and relaying updates to them in real-time. His work in Season 4 would be growing and stepping up (and instead of a rivalry with Spin, I imagine he and Sebastian would butt heads pre Bionic Rebellion), to the point where he becomes unofficial leader in training exercises because years of missions with the original trio have given him a lot of practice.

Now, for a more detailed breakdown of Season 4 and my personal re-writes:

More Tasha. Tasha's big work in this season is setting up a better program for end of season world (more about this below), in collaboration with her husband and brother-in-law. She's also the one sometimes helping the younger kids handle conflicts.

Sebastian's motive is less just 'you took away my father' and more of anger at being lied to, tricked into their weird little program, or being manipulated by Giselle and Marcus. Seb's betrayal would be a huge blow to Chase's trust and reinforces idea that the cannot rely on other people.

Chase's anger at being taken off the elevator project is less about just ego and moreso the fact that clearly he's been doing okay for years, and right after he trusts someone and messes up, it's taken away and all of his research is given over to some shmuck, so clearly these things are related and it's his reliance on someone else that screwed him over. The next episode features Chase trying (yet again, this would be built up over 3-4 episodes from BR on) to fix something on his own until it nearly kills him/Adam/Bree/Leo, and he tells all of them exactly why he's afraid to trust that they can help him.

Obviously, they all get their sappy little group hug, but it does show that the dynamics shifts a little because over the rest of the season, Chase slowly grows and takes advice and works with people, while Adam Bree and Leo don't rag on him quite as harshly for mistakes/temporary failures.

Giselle shows up a bit earlier. Initially, her plans seem to be roughly the same as in canon, but Douglas had let the Marcus thing slip while they were dating, and this becomes more obvious in the season finale. For the her first fight w/the main team (approx mid-season), we again see Sebastian, working with her.

The final episode features the basic og concepts but Leo takes up Daniel's role. Chase and Sebastian have a big fight, Sebastian says some stuff about Chase needing to take everything on his own or calling him a failure, and Adam and Bree jump in, moving Chase over to fight with a different threat. In the battle, we see all three of them coming into their element. Adam shields them from the blows if they can't dodge. Bree goes where she is needed and does whatever works for the moment. Chase gives orders but also moves back to let Adam take over some parts of the fighting while he focuses on defeating something else.

Now that all of the students have been upgraded, they have no more need for mentors. They do, however, still need some training before they can all safely do missions on their own.

Douglas and Donald offer for Adam, Bree, and Chase to get their chips taken out now that they are no longer the only heroes on Earth. It's their chance to live a normal life.

The trio accepts, but keeps the chips safe and intact so if there's ever an emergency, the Lab Rats can help fight it.

Leo is now officially the Bionic Academy's Mission Specialist. He's promoted to 'mentor' level and is to help the entire class work with missions with the kids from his team as assistants. Tasha, Douglas, and Donald are working on an integration program so the kids can juggle normal lives with being superheroes.

Big family hug with all three parents and four siblings.

We see the trio in college.

Adam is baking and a guy near him asks for help in lifting a table. They work together to lift it and while Adam is still clearly pretty damn strong, it's just what his muscles have built up over the years. He trains with 40 pound dumbbells instead of 400 pound ones now and when he slaps one of his bros on the back, the dude only stumbles forward a little bit instead of flying 20 feet into the air.

Bree is running a track meet and in the final stretch, she speeds up just a little and gets second place. She's not bionic anymore, it's all training and the years and years of habitual motion, but no real super speed anymore. He friends run up to her and hug her, all of them from completely different group (cheer, athletics, geeks, several different guys, etc, etc). We see that she's done shoving herself into one box, and all of these different people are smiling with her and hugging her.

Chase is arguing with three other nerds over a giant whiteboard cover in equations. He writes out a new equation and triple-checks it. His writing is slower than before, he can't rely on super intelligence. But their arguing is more for fun than out of genuine hostility, and they all compare notes and grin at each other and Chase might not be the smartest guy in the room anymore, but he's definitely far happier.

In between these scenes, we see Leo at his desk, assigning missions, getting status reports, and answering student questions. A mission goes wrong and he stands up to go rescue them. He doesn't brag or show off, just gives an ETA and sets out. He's now the oldest, the one they all look up to, and it's clear that he's stepped into the role of unofficial leader fairy damn well.

Taylor slides into his spot, but in parallel talking to Douglas about the integration program. The camera pans to show Tasha and Donald arguing over how much work-life balance the students need. It's clear that they all care about each other and want the best for the kids, they just need to hash out the details.

Ik it's not a perfect fix for everything, but I do wish that Lab Rats had either ended on the third season or built up more to actual plot progression for season 4, and this is what I thought would work.