#its just that all those drinks left behind triggered me

[ellsieee]

ARGH. The food waste! Why are all the barely touched drinks left behind? WHO DOES THAT? The boys could have easily taken them all with them ffs.

He wouldn't be hungry if he had eaten the goddamn cake still sitting there! 🤬

The worst culprit of food waste that draws my ire are scenes where characters eat lunch/dinner together, but don't touch their food, and then get up to leave because they're full. WTF. They didn't eat anything!! How are they full???

Not exactly the same, but how are two young guys full after eating a couple pieces of sushi and half of whatever the middle dish is? But anyway, I still appreciate the technique they used where they cut away from the eating scene, removed some food from the plates, and then resumed the scene to indicate time had passed and food had been eaten, without the actors having to actually eat. It's a lot more natural and believable this way.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Blood Lust

N: For my last entry to @buckybarneseventsBuild a Bucky Bingo I’ve picked Vampire AU. I’ve adored this challenge and hope it runs again.

Unbeta’d so please excuse any typos, but big thanks to @christywrites for spitballing with me.

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Summary: Bucky was just trying to find another lost Hydra bunker to destroy it - he never expected to find a fucking Vampire inside it, or receive such a proposition from her.

You didn’t know who the stranger coming into your territory was, but you could tell from his scent he was powerful - maybe he could provide you with what you needed, in more ways than one.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Reader

Word Count: 5k

CW: Vampire AU, alternating POV,  blood drinking (what did you expect?), rough sex,  multiple orgasms, canon typical violence, destruction of furniture, guns, stranger sex, smidge angst, discussions of murder.

Even if you hadn’t been able to smell him as he drew closer - musky with fresh sweat along with notes of gunsmoke and metal - you’d have known he was there. His blood sang to you. You could feel it, drawing you in. Closer and closer. Full of strength and power. And, you hoped, the answer to your prayers.

You waited in the shadows and as he came into view, moving slowly and stealthily, you watched him with a growing hunger that wasn’t simply a need to feed.

The thing about HYDRA, Bucky thought, was that just when he was sure he’d found all of their old bases and razed them to the ground, he found mention of another one. Now, here he was, deep in the Appalachians, trying to distinguish a HYDRA bunker from those built by random prepper’s . The signs were there, though - marks carved in the rocks and trunks of trees that looked innocuous to most folks, but were clear as day to someone with the appropriate knowledge.

Dusk had started to fall an hour ago, and now it was almost fully dark. The moon had risen, round and heavy looking, but the sky was covered in those large fluffy clouds that constantly moved and only allowed the bright, reflected light to illuminate the path in front of him at random. Luckily, with his enhanced eyesight, Bucky didn’t need to rely on either the inconsistent glow or a flashlight. His steps were sure and steady, barely making a sound.

Eventually, after following a few false paths, he found what he was after. A broad cliff face, cut with vertical crannies, rose up in front of him. Somewhere at the bottom would be the entrance, cunningly hidden. He reached out with his left hand, running the tips of his vibranium fingers over the weather roughened surface for signs of a mechanism. As he did so, he became aware of two things at once. Firstly, he found the switch to release the door with relative ease. However, secondly, he got the distinct feeling he was being watched. 

Whipping around, Bucky peered into the darkness, his ears straining for any unusual sounds, but all he could hear were the bugs, rodents and owls. If he were any other person he’d think he was imagining it, but years of training followed by a few years of paranoid hiding had taught him better.

When nothing appeared out of the gloom, Bucky forced himself to turn back to the hidden door and trigger its release. Hopefully he could leave his stalker outside and deal with them later, once he’d completed his mission. 

Without further ado, he made his way inside, the door to the bunker closing decisively behind him.

You watched from your perch, your entire body tingling in anticipation, as the man made his way, unknowingly inside your lair. He was confident, you could tell, but it wouldn’t be enough to stop you. His blood would be yours to feast on and you were certain it would make you stronger. 

How long had it been since you’d fed from an unwilling source? Others of your kind may prefer it that way, but in the centuries since you’d been turned, you’d barely ever had to resort to those means. Well, you thought ruefully, apart from in those first few months when you’d been unable to control your hunger. That was a long time ago, though, and now you had a good relationship with the folk who lived near-by - your protection in exchange for fresh blood. 

However, the appearance of a rogue coven threatened that relationship. They were a group who followed the old ways, killing indiscriminately and revelling in the carnage. Yes, you could move on, establish yourself elsewhere, but you had bound yourself to this community of people over 100 years ago. Their blood literally ran in your veins. Therefore, you would protect them, and if it took the life essence of this one, apparently powerful stranger to do so, then so be it. 

Bucky strode down the corridors, trying to shake off the innate feeling of revulsion that always seemed to cling to him whenever he came into one of these places. He knew it was half due to the dank, dark environment and half due to memory. Ghosts stalked these halls, and he was both one of them and not at the same time. It was a strange duality that he was still learning to accept. 

The advantage of being one of those ghosts was knowing his way around without much difficulty. While HYDRA liked to make their bunkers as winding and complicated as possible, they always replicated the same design. This therefore made it complex for anyone new, but familiar for any long standing acolytes and he’d been the longest standing of them all.

Winding downwards into the lower levels, towards the central processing area with its banks of computers, Bucky allowed his mind to wander. There was no-one else in here but him. If there were he’d be able to hear their heartbeat or footsteps. He wondered if the person who’d been watching him outside was waiting for him to exit, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it.

He absent mindedly patted the pocket that held the flash drive for downloading any uncorrupted data still available. He and Nat would sift through it all on his return and delete anything that shouldn’t be let out into the wider world, which was probably most of it to be honest.

He was feeling pretty confident about this whole mission when the attack came without warning. One moment he was walking down yet another dark corridor, his enhanced night vision serving him well, and the next, something - someone - barreled into him from behind. His instincts kicked in, and Bucky tucked his head and rolled, taking the impact with the floor on his right shoulder, before coming up and spinning around, his left arm raised in a block. A high-pitched shriek filled the air and his assailant slammed against his raised arm. It was with a mixture of shock and disbelief that he realised that it was a woman attacking him, but he didn’t have time to analyse what was going on as she punched and scratched at him. 

He blocked her moves, but her strength was unexpected and he found himself giving ground underneath her onslaught. A punch to the gut had him reeling and it was with a sickening realisation Bucky decided that he could no longer just be on the defensive. His previous self had never discriminated on the grounds of sex - just ask Nat - and it appeared that was something his new, recovered self would also have to adopt, for this encounter at least. 

Using the advantage afforded him by the distance that had opened up between them, Bucky pulled his pistol from its holster on his right hip and aimed at the woman, centre mass. The retort of the gun was loud within the confines of the concrete lined corridor, but not as loud as the woman’s scream. Bucky winced and turned his head to the side in response to the sound, but it was only as she came running at him again that he realised that it wasn’t a scream of pain, but one of rage. It was as though the bullet hole in her body - and he knew it had hit her from both the sound and the spray of blood up the wall behind her - wasn’t causing her a single issue.

“What the fuck?” He raised his arm again, aiming for her skull, but as he pulled the trigger she seemed to blur in front of him, moving a lot closer to him than humanly possible. The bullet struck the wall, embedding itself with a small shower of concrete chips. 

Deciding that something was very wrong, Bucky turned. He needed to get away from her and give himself time to come up with a plan. However, he was jerked to a halt by the back of his tac-vest and then slammed face-first into the wall. It crumbled and cracked under the impact and Bucky had a moment of dizziness, before he was spun around and a clawed hand held his jaw in a firm grip. He spat out a mouthful of grit and blood and noticed the way the woman’s nostrils flared as he did so, her gaze becoming momentarily unfocused. It didn’t last long though, and his unease grew as he watched an animalistic grin spread over her face. A grin that displayed the fangs in her mouth.

“Oh,” the woman said in a low purr. “You’re going to be lots of fun…”

You held the man against the wall, your body alive with the thrill of the chase and the scent of his spilt blood. Your primal nature had been awakened for the first time in years and you were ready to let it have free reign. However, you weren’t sure whether you should just feed, or whether you should ‘play with your meal’ first. 

Your moment of indecision gave the man an opening, and he grabbed your wrist with his left hand, the one you noticed was made of some kind of metal, and squeezed. You felt the bones break and you let go instinctively. The pain didn’t last though, and you held up your hand in front of you, feeling everything reset within seconds.

“That wasn’t nice,” you spat. He looked back at you in shock and now it was your turn to take advantage. No more Ms Nice Vampire. You took hold of both his hands, flesh and prosthetic, and slammed them both above his head, cracking the wall further. With interest you noticed his eyes dilate, and you hadn’t even attempted to use your glamour yet.That fact tipped the scales further in the direction of playing. 

“You can make it up to me though, can’t you?” You crowded into his space, pleased to note that he wasn’t even struggling, although he was far from lax under your hold. Leaning forward you placed your nose close to his throat and inhaled deeply. You shivered at the delicious scent - it was almost completely intoxicating. “You can be good?” You heard his indrawn breath and smiled to yourself. Tilting your head, you carefully scraped your fangs down the skin of his neck, not hard enough to break his skin, but he’d still be able to feel it. Speaking of feeling….  His hips bucked as you teased him and you were nudged by something firm but still somewhat yielding. 

A praise kink? A pain kink? Maybe both? This was going to be good.

Using your preternatural speed and strength you pulled him away from the wall and then threw him towards the floor. His head bounced off the hard surface, making his eyes cross, but you immediately settled over his waist, taking hold of his face in both your hands and roughly kissing him. Blood from his split lip trickled into your mouth and you ground down over his erection in pleasure.

You drew back and looked down at him, pleased to note he was so busy trying to work out what was going on, he wasn’t even trying to escape.

“You can’t be real,” he stated. “I shot you.”

“Oh, I promise I absolutely am. And that lead slug did tickle a bit. You’re a good shot, Soldier. However, you need either silver or wood if you want to slow me down.” You flicked out a long fingernail and drew it down his cheek, this time drawing blood. A small bead clung to the tip of your nail and you drew in between your lips. His cock twitched under you, but then he shook his head, as if trying to get out of the stupor he was in, and tried to push himself up.

“Uh-uh,” you chastised, placing your hand on his chest and pressing down. “You’re not going anywhere. You have something I need.”

“You’re not taking anything from me, bitch,” he snarled, and squirmed under your unnaturally strong hold. You ground down again.

“Who said anything about taking? You’re going to give it to me, and say thank you while you do. You know what I am. What I can offer. What’s a little blood in exchange for guaranteed pleasure. I’ll even let you rough me up a bit if you want?” You leaned back down. Closer. More intimate. “I know you want to…” You licked up the cut on his cheek, both of you shuddering as you did. Then, experimentally, you lessened your hold on him.

In an instant, he flipped you, pressing you to the floor with his left hand on your throat. He didn’t attempt to hurt you though, or escape. Just looked down at you, wide-eyed and panting. You had him just where you wanted him.

Bucky’s head was spinning. He’d seen a lot in his time - but this was something else. A fucking vampire. He looked down at her, noticing the way her dark eyes twinkled in amusement. In all of the tussle it hadn’t escaped his notice how attractive she was. If she wasn’t trying to drain him of his blood he might have been interested. At least that’s what he was trying to convince himself of. His dick obviously hadn’t received the memo, because it had perked up from the moment she’d shown that she was as dangerous as him. 

Fuck! Was he mad for even contemplating it? She’d already shown it would be incredibly difficult for him to hurt her - at least in any way  that would be long lasting - and that was a fact he found incredibly arousing. If he took her up on her offer he’d be able to really let go.

“You don’t want to kill me?”

She laughed and arched up into his hold. “Sweet boy. If I wanted that, I’d have done so already. But if I had, we wouldn’t be able to enjoy each other over and over, would we?”

“What about the people who live here? How many of them have you killed?”

“In the last one hundred and fifty years? None. We have an understanding. Regular, non-lethal tributes in exchange for my protection.”

Bucky furrowed his brow at her words.“Protection from what? What could possibly be worse than you?”

“Many things. You have no idea what evils lurk in the dark.”

Now it was his turn to scoff. “I think you’ll find I do. I used to be one of them. I may be mortal, but I’m not like everyone else.”

She lifted her arms and ran her hands, delicate but deadly, up and down his biceps. “And yet you obviously choose to be a better person. I bet you could take everything you wanted - use your Soldier skills - but you don’t. You compromise. You do what’s right. How does that make you any different from me?” 

There was an undeniable truth to her words, as much as Bucky didn’t want there to be. He constantly downplayed his abilities, because he didn’t want his friends to realise what he would truly be capable of if he wanted.

“What are you waiting for?” she continued. “Just think what it would be like, not to have to hold back. To fuck. Hard. To feel the pain mingle with the pleasure.” She smiled up at him, wryly, and he could feel his resolve slipping. Her left hand tightened on his right bicep, sharp fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt - pinpricks of sensation that lit up his nervous system and made his traitorous dick twitch once again in his pants. Her smile morphed back into that tooth-filled grin and she pressed her nails in even harder. “Go on. Let go. Take what you want.” 

Her voice was a hypnotic purr, and Bucky could hear his blood thrumming with need. It felt as though he was standing on the edge of a precipice, only needing one small nudge to send him over the edge. She rolled her hips and let out a pleasured sigh and Bucky fell.

It was difficult to suppress your feeling of triumph as his lips crashed against yours. For a few seconds you let him have the upper hand, before you rolled the pair of you back to your original positions. Then, with a laugh, you pulled away from him and rose to your feet. “Catch me if you can, Soldier.” You skipped away at half speed, which was still faster than most humans, and he chased after you, grinning. Every few minutes, you’d allow him to capture you - let him kiss you and touch you - for a few moments before pulling away and starting the dance again. He only hesitated once, when your escape from his grip ended up in your top being ripped. He froze, looking at you with worry, as if you were about to censure him for his roughness. Instead, you threw back your head and laughed with joy, before taking hold of the neckline of his shirt and tugging on it harshly. The ruined material hung from him in tatters, exposing his firm chest and you licked your lips salaciously before running away from him again.

By the time you’d lead him to the room you’d repurposed as your bed chamber, the pair of you were barely clothed. Your Soldier’s chest heaved and was covered in a thin film of sweat, and you couldn’t wait to taste him. All of him.

With a snarl he tackled you to your bed and you went with him gladly, ignoring the ominous creak of the wooden frame. His mouth roved hungrily over yours and his right hand groped at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple. You mewled against his lips as the pain mixed with the pleasure and you grabbed at his pecs in turn, digging in your talon-like nails until they broke the skin and ten beads of blood appeared in two beautiful arcs across his torso.

He bit down on your clavicle, hard enough to hurt but not enough to break your toughened skin, and you rolled your hips against his hard length. His hand left your breast and snaked down to the remnants of your underwear. As his fingers slid through your sodden folds, you ran your fingers through his hair as he scraped his teeth down your throat, in an echo of your own earlier move. His left hand, as cold as your own skin, skimmed over your body as he made his way lower, biting your flesh without care. He swirled over your clit, before plunging two fingers inside you without preamble, forcing a cry from your throat.

“Yes! YES! Fuck!”

He answered with a growl, before sucking on the skin of your hip. This was what you’d unknowingly been craving and you suspected it was the same for him. Pure inhibition. Carnality.

Moving even lower, he fastened his lips around your aching bud, laving it without mercy and your eyes rolled back in your head as your orgasm crashed into you, like waves against a cliff. He gave no quarter, though, flipping you unceremoniously onto your front and pulling your hips up.

“Do it!” you hissed, and anticipation shuddered through you as he placed that heavy left hand on the back of your neck, pining you to the bed. When he thrust his cock inside you, you both moaned, but there was no time to process the sensation as he set up a vigorous pace, thrusting into your wet cunt so harshly there was no way you could ignore the protests from your bed. But fuck it - this was the best sex you’d had in decades - if it broke, it broke. You relaxed your body, turning pliant under his hands and enjoying the illusion of physical domination as he fucked into you with abandon. You had wondered if your body was still capable of feeling this level of pleasure, but as he continuously hit that spot inside you, you realised it was. 

His right hand gripped your hip so hard you knew that if you were still mortal you knew you’d be bruised for days, and the way he had you pinned would have impeded your breathing if that were still an issue. He was using you for his pleasure, but at the same time making sure you got yours too. The only noise you could let out were little ‘uh-uh’s’ in time with his thrusts and the creak of the wood of your bed. When the spasms of ecstasy shook you once more you felt his cock tense inside you and then flood you with a warmth that was almost forgotten. 

As you floated back down, there were a few seconds where a feeling of disappointment washed over you that it was over already, but then you realised that he was still hard inside you. He gave a few experimental thrusts, probably checking that you were alright to continue, and you pushed back onto him in a raptured response.

However, he quickly withdrew and when you looked over your shoulder in confusion he pulled you up and off the bed. With a speed that would have taken your breath away, he once again grabbed you by the neck and, with another hand on your ass, he lifted you and slammed you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and as his mouth met with yours again, he resheathed himself inside you. You gripped his shoulders, drawing blood once again, and the snapping of his hips became harder as you did so.

“Take it!” he growled against your lips. “You wanted this, so you’ll take it all.” 

You sucked his lower lip into your mouth and bit it, releasing a sweet, sticky dribble of his blood into your mouth, moaning at the taste. It was ambrosia, and you couldn’t wait to have more, and feel his essence buzzing through your veins.

“How long. Can you. Keep going?” you asked between rough thrusts.

“I got three or four in me,” he replied to your joy. 

“Then fill me up again, Soldier. I want to be dripping you.”

His groan was deep and filthy, both of you now attuned to how wet your cunt currently was, your mingled spend already coating your inner thighs and the skin at the base of his cock.

“You have to come again first. Show me how much you want it. Come for me.”

You didn’t need telling twice and leaned your head back against the wall as the sensations washed over you. “Fuuuuuuuck!” He was as good as his word though, reaching his own peak as you clenched around him.

However, as nice as it had been to relinquish control to this man, it was time for you to regain it. You moved your hands so they were flat against the wall behind you and then pushed off. Your Soldier staggered back, with you still held in his arms and his rock solid cock still snug in your cunt, until his legs hit the mattress. He fell back onto it and you smiled from your position atop him, before starting to ride him.

Bucky’s head was spinning. This… There was nothing he could compare it to. This woman - this vampire - was not only taking everything he gave, she was serving it right back to him. He looked up, mesmerised, as she took control from him again, gliding up and down his cock. She looked like some kind of warrior of old. A goddess. Maybe she had been one of those in her previous life? But right here and now, she was the only woman to come close to matching him and it was intoxicating. The earlier cuts she’d made on his chest had healed over already, but she just reopened them with a curl of her hands. The pads of her fingers smeared the drops across his chest before she raised them to her mouth and sucked them clean, all ten, one by one. When she grinned down at him, her teeth were blood-stained and she looked primally beautiful.

“Sit up,” she commanded. “I need to feel you closer. I want to taste you properly.”

He couldn’t believe he was agreeing to this, but for some reason he trusted her when she said she didn’t want him dead. He also hoped that if her blood lust took over he’d be able to escape from her before it went too far - although a voice in his head laughed harshly at that. From what had happened so far, he would probably lose, but he was nothing if not a risk taker.

Bucky pushed himself upright and his supernatural lover wound her fingers into his hair and kissed him while gyrating in his lap. He grabbed at her waist, holding her steady and just gave himself over to the onslaught of pleasurable sensations. She tugged on his hair as she plundered his mouth and he could help but jerk his hips up to meet her movements. Thanks to the serum, he could already feel his third orgasm building - that really was one of the unanticipated advantages of it all - and he couldn’t help but chase the pleasure.

It was strange, this frantic coupling. The vampire was cool to the touch under his right hand, but so warm around his cock. It was as though he were heating her from the inside out. And while he was enjoying the way she moved atop him, he really needed to move.

“Please,” he muttered and she seemed to immediately understand. Shifting her weight to the side, she managed to roll the pair of them. Immediately, Bucky’s hips regained their previous pace. He felt untethered - unhinged - in the best possible way. She met him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips and making the most delicious noises.

“Are you ready, Soldier?” she uttered. “I promise it feels like nothing else you’ve experienced?”

He looked down at her, taking in her dark eyes that seemed to drag him down into the abyss. He was helpless not to fall. “Do it,” he replied, an echo of her earlier words, and as he felt her cunt start to flutter around him one more time, she surged up, latching her mouth - her teeth - to his throat.

Bucky knew pain - the man he’d become had been forged in the fire of it. He’d expected this to hurt, but that first bite quickly morphed into something else entirely. It wasn’t pleasure - it was ecstasy - and burned through his veins. His hips stuttered, losing rhythm. There was a roaring sound in his ears along with the heavy th-dump of his heartbeat and the brightness of the world intensified to a white light so brilliant it overtook everything around it, before quickly shrinking to a darkness that pulled him down… down… down… into oblivion.

You lay in the ruins of your bed, your Soldier’s head resting on your chest as you carded your fingers through his hair. You’d have found the destruction of your resting place amusing if it weren’t for the disappointment swirling through you. It wasn’t disappointment at your mortal lover’s performance - that could be described as nothing but spectacular - no, it was the disappointment that his blood has seemed to do nothing to boost your power. You felt no different than after any good feed, the glow of  your sated sexual appetite notwithstanding. You’d have to come up with another plan to get rid of those encroaching on your turf. It would be different if you had a clan of your own, had the strength in numbers, but you were on your own.

Beneath your touch he stirred and you turned your attention back to him. You might be a monster, but you weren’t that type of monster. He’d done all you asked, all you’d wanted, and you owed him your care, as limited as it may be. His eyes blinked open, and in the dull light you took in the unique shade of them for the first time.

“Hey,” you whispered as you continued to pet him.

“Hey, yourself,” he replied with a charming smile before looking around. His cheeks pinked adorably as he took in the destruction. “Umm. Sorry about that.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “It’s alright. I was probably due an upgrade. The locals will bring me a new one.” A wave of fear washed over you and you frowned. 

The man in your arms frowned back. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t know why - maybe it was because you’d had no-one else to talk to - but you told him everything. All your fears for the people you watched over, how you weren’t enough on your own and how you’d hoped that his blood would give you the edge you needed.

“And this other group is really that much of a threat?”

You sighed. “Two weeks ago they snatched a family out camping. I wasn’t there quick enough to help, other than to put the mother out of her misery and assure her that her children weren’t coming back - hadn’t been turned. I buried them all myself and then sent their pastor out to pray for them - I wouldn’t put it past those fuckers to come back just to desecrate them further. They’re sick, they’re-”

“Bullies?” he interjected.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I happen to have grown up with someone who’s entire life was dedicated to getting rid of bullies. Not only is he still around, his mentality sort of rubbed off on me.” He grinned at you. “And he’s got some pretty powerful friends, too.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ve got a team - if you want one? Also, although it might be a little overdue, I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” he held out his right hand and you took it in your own, squeezing it a little to see him blush.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky. The name I was born with has been lost to time - I’m no longer that person - but you can call me Ailith.”

“Ailith…” You watched as he rolled your name around his mouth. “And are you ready to go to war?”

“Are you ready to have rabid post fight sex?” you countered with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned and leaned towards you. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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[justmeinadaze]

Children of the Night Part 3 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Happy Friday the 13th <3

Warnings: Dom Daddy Vampire Eddie/Sub Human Steve (cam boys) X Sub Human Fem Reader, SMUT, rough smut (Vamp Eddies needs take over a bit), dirty talk, biting, mentions of blood and draining (duh vampire), aftercare of course, FLUFF they love each other :), ANGST, Protective Stevie always on alert, Reader has nightmares one involving Steve being beaten up and Eddie saving him and another dealing her childhood trauma (child abuse trigger involving mother), Eddie mentions his drunk dad, Both boys give her a run down of events in the show, I think that's all.

Word Count: 4185

Eddie felt it; every punch and kick that was being delivered to the man he loved amped him up more as he hunted for Steve.

“Dude, this isn’t fun if he doesn’t fight back.”

“Maybe fucking the freak made him soft.”

 His boyfriend’s anger mixed with his own before more pain followed. 

“Oh, I see. That’s your button isn’t it, Harrington? Don’t like people making fun of your freak?”

The scenery blurred around the metalhead as the feelings within him became almost too much.

“Fuck. Dude, did you hear that? I think someone might be—”

The boy’s screams echoed as Eddie tackled him, pinning him to the ground before snapping his neck. 

“Holy shit. What the fuck? M-Munson?”

The vampire growled, sprinting behind him, and taking ahold of his throat as his fangs dug into his flesh. As the boy’s blood spilled down his throat, Eddie felt some of his anger calm but a hunger he hadn’t even realized was there took over as he guided his victim to the floor and continued to drink till there was nothing left.

“Eddie?”

“Y/N, WAKE UP!”

Your body shot upright with a start as your panicked eyes met Steve’s who was hovering over you with cross as he pointed it Eddie who was now in the corner of their bedroom. 

“Wh-What happened?”

“You were having a nightmare.”

“No.”, the vampire growled. “She keeps accessing my memories. It’s not my fault I can fucking feel them. Jesus, this needs to stop.”

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, honey. His blood just needs to run its course. What was it this time?”, Steve asked as he put the cross away and tenderly pet the back of your head.

“I think people were hurting you. Eddie was trying to find you to protect you. God, Steve, it was so strong, the anger and then…the hunger.”

“Explains why he just tried to bite you again.” His eyes met yours as you shifted you gaze. “I heard him growling in his sleep. He shot up like you did but his eyes were that black color.”

“You know I’m really glad we can all play fucking catch up but I’m still fucking hungry.”, Eddie snarled causing the other man to roll his eyes. 

“Let me get him a blood bag.”

The long-haired boy smirked as his black eyes scanned you over. 

“Why are you so fucking turned on right now?”

“I didn’t just feel the anger and hunger. You really love him don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’d do anything to protect him?”

“Always. Same with you, little one.”

“D-Do you love me to, Eddie?”, you whisper. The vampires smirk stretches a bit more making your body shiver in pleasure at the sight. “Do you love me…Daddy?”

“Here. Drink this now and then tonight when we stream, you can take more from me.” The vampire immediately tears open the bag, chugging it back like a beer. “We may want to get you home, Y/N. We don’t want anything to seem out of the ordinary.”

“Arthur…”

“Eddie took care of him and cleaned your house. Do you feel comfortable going back?”

“Yeah, I just…I don’t want to leave you two.”

“How about I come with you? You can get some things including your phone and then I can bring you back here so you can moderate and be with us after.”

***

“Steve?” He answers with a small hm as he continued look at things around your room. “Why did those boys attack you that night you went missing?”

The man sighs as he turns around to face where you were sitting on your bed as he leans against your dresser. 

“Small town, small minded people. After Eddie died, those couple months after I was basically numb. I missed him so much Y/N, you have no idea. People would talk behind my back or make fun of me for caring about the ‘devil worshipping freak’. Usually, I can hold myself together but that day just hit me hard. I…I went to his trailer to drown myself in booze and just hide in those memories.”

“Those kids showed up saying they heard the ‘gay music’ and that wasn’t allowed in Hawkins. I tried to leave but that’s when they started hurting me.”

“Why didn’t you try to defend yourself?”

“How do you know I didn’t?”

“I heard one of the boys say that in Eddie’s memory.”

“Jesus. I didn’t realize he heard any of that. Um, honestly, honey… I kinda hoped they would kill me…so I could be with him…”

Rising from your place on the bed, you embraced him and he heavily exhaled as he did the same, resting his chin on your head. 

“When I saw him standing there, I thought I had died. I couldn’t believe he was alive.”

“What was that place he woke up from?”

“That’s a bit harder to explain. The best answer I can give you is another world like ours but darker, eviler. We…we went down there to save lives… Can we talk about this more later? I just…”

“No, no. I understand. I felt it when he woke up, not just what you were experiencing but he was so scared something happened to you when he woke up and everything was quiet. For a moment, he thought…you guys had lost…if that makes sense? But then he heard you talking and playing your song… he cares about you a lot.”

That made him smile before his index finger reached under your chin and tilted your head so you could meet his gaze. 

“We care about you a lot to. I meant what I said last night. Ever since we first spoke to you, I knew you were different. He always wanted to come find you and bring you to us. After everything that’s happened, I kind of wish I had let him.”

“I’m sorry for being so much trouble…”

“No! No, shit, that’s not what I meant. I just…if you had been with us you never would have gotten this black eye or shot. I hated seeing you in pain.”

“I liked having you take care of me though.”

His eyes scanned your face as his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb caressed your lips. 

“I liked having you take care of me to.”

“Steve.”, you moaned his name breathily making him smile above you. 

“I can’t wait for Daddy to have you. Trust me, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”, he whispered. “He was phenomenal before but now…” Steve pauses, his grin growing when he sees you giggle through your teeth. “What are you laughing at, pretty girl?”

“I guess it’s his blood still but I can feel him. Because we’re turned on, he’s turned on and he’s stroking his cock right now.”

“You can feel that?”

“I’m assuming because I feel how I feel when an orgasm is building in my tummy, you know?”

“You feel like you’re gonna cum, honey? Maybe, I can help.”

Licking your lips, you watch as he slides two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with his saliva as you unbutton your jeans. His palm glides effortlessly through the waistband of your panties and you groan as he pushes his digits into your entrance. 

“Fuck. I just stretched you open and you’re still so fucking tight.”

Knowing you were already close to edge, he pumped his fingers at a fast pace, curling them inside of you as he kissed your forehead. Your hand clung to his wrists as your eyes fluttered shut and your hips rolled against his movements.

“That’s it, baby. Use my fingers. Good girl.”, Steve hummed in your ear in a seductive tone that had you clenching. “Cum, honey. I got you.”

Moaning his name, you came with an intensity you had never felt before, your arms shooting out to wrap around him as you pressed your face into his chest.

“It’s ok, Y/N. You’re alright.”

Sliding his hand out of your pants, he blindly buttoned them as you continued to clutch him tightly. 

“Well, this is new for me.”, he chuckles. “I mean, normally I’m in this headspace and Eddie takes care of me.” When your eyes look up to meet his, he feels his cock strain against the denim of his jeans. The innocence that reflected back within them was part of what attracted the vampire to you. 

You knew nothing of their world they lived yet you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with them and be who they needed. In return, they kept you safe and looked after you. They cared about you. They…

“Do you love me to, Steve?”

His phone aggressively vibrating cut through the moment and he sighed as he flipped it open reading the text his boyfriend just sent. 

“You both need to get back here now. Daddy is hungry.”

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When you guys got back to their place, Eddie had moved some of the cameras around so you could sit at their desk and work while also not being picked up accidently. 

“You know, if ever you want me to join you…”

“I know, sweetheart. I just want to have you first before other people get to see you.”

“Not like they can see too much with this grainy webcam.”, Steve states as he comes into the bedroom and throws off his shirt. 

“Aw. Do you want them to see you better, Stevie?”, Eddie teases as he tugs his boyfriend to the edge of the bed where he normally sits when they stream and wraps his arms around his chest. 

“It’s nice to be seen.” The man reaches for one of his boyfriend’s hands and playfully bites his palm making you smile as you watch them wondering if this was a little glimpse of what they were like before everything happened. 

The clock in the room beeps and they both get more serious as you bring the stream to life. Everything starts off normally as you moderate the chat in front of you. No nonsense today besides people inquiring about the new angle of the cameras. Your eyes start to flutter however when you feel your body begin to tingle like it had at your house. 

Turning to face them, nothing is unusual as their lips mingle together but you’re surprised when the vampire grips Steve’s shoulder and effortlessly moves him around till he’s lying on his stomach with his head facing the camera. No…not just facing the camera…facing you.

The vampire whispers something to him and the man’s brown eyes find yours as Eddie trails kiss down his back before roughly lifting his hips higher in the air. 

When his boyfriend’s tongue invades his entrance, Steve mewls as he bites his bottom lip. Your hands tremble with need as you slide your shorts and underwear down your legs. Making sure he has a good view, you open your legs for him, displaying your soaking cunt as you run your fingers through your slick.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it.”

Eddie crawled back up his body, sliding his own fingers between the boy’s cheeks causing Steve’s face to scrunch in pleasure. 

“Is she as tight as you are, sweetheart? Fuck. I can feel how turned on you both are. It drives me crazy.” Two sets of eyes watch you intensely as you slide your digits into you hole, trying to stifle any noise from leaving your lips as Eddie pulls out his own and runs the tip of his cock between Steve’s ass. “Jesus. Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”, he begged. 

Your moans mixed in with theirs as Eddie pushed into him, wrapping his arms around his chest as he laid flat on his back while he thrust his hips.

“That’s my good boy. I love you so much. This perfect ass was made for Daddy.”

Their fingers intertwined as yours thrust into your pussy at a faster pace. 

“I’m ready, honey. Mmm—take what you need.”

Eddie grunted as he nodded, tenderly kissing Steve’s neck before his mouth opened wider and his fangs dug into his skin. 

You felt it immediately. As soon as his blood touched his lips, that euphoria you felt drinking his own blood coursed through your veins. It was so strong, your body slid to the floor as you tried to ride your own fingers harder to satisfy the feeling to no avail. 

Your vision blurred as you watched the bed shake and listened to their moans as Steve practically screamed telling you he came. You waited for the second release but no sound followed.

The wind blew around you as the cameras beeped off, your body was abruptly lifted, and you were tossed next to Steve whose glassy half lidded eyes met yours. You barely had time to register what was happening as your legs your lifted around Eddie’s waist and his cock pushed inside you. 

“Eddie!”, you squealed as his hips thrust aggressively into yours hitting that spot inside of you that you couldn’t reach with your fingers. 

The vampire growled loudly, baring his fangs as black eyes stared menacingly into yours. 

“D-Daddy. I’m sorry. You…just feel so good. Please don’t stop.”

He growled again much lower than before as he continued to pump his cock into you with rough abandon. Eddie’s head fell within the nook of your neck and your fingers tangled in his hair as you held him to you. 

“You can—oh my god—you can take from me to, baby. Anything you need.”

“Ed—Eddie…wait…”, Steve tried to get his attention but the man was too far gone and when your head turned to face his he knew it. 

“It’s ok, Steve. I’m ok.” Your reached out to hold his hand as he limply scooted forward to kiss your lips. 

Your pussy clenched around him as Eddie’s teeth grazed your flesh, wincing when they punctured the skin. The fingers you had in his hair tightened as you felt the blood drain from your body. You had never felt anything as good as this before as your eyes rolled and the tingles within your body amplified to what felt like a burning degree. 

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Harder. Please!”

The bed once again began to shake as he did what you asked, rolling his hips aggressively into you as he abused your g-spot over and over. His large palm cupped your cheek as he held your head still, grunting and growling as your walls continued to suck him in. 

Your body trembled underneath his as you came harder than you ever had before, your face contorting in pain and pleasure when he released your throat and fucked you through your orgasm. Chasing his own high, he placed his forehead on yours as his hands tenderly petted your head. 

“Yes.”, he panted against your lips in a gruff tone. “Yes. I love you, princess.”

You tried to wrap your arms around him but you could barely move. All you were able to do was tilt your head so you could gently kiss him while he thrust into you till you felt him release his seed into your cunt. 

“I…I love you to, Eddie.”

Carefully sliding out of you, he quickly disappeared and returned with water, a wash rag, and a snack. 

“Steve?”

You rolled to your side, his fingers slightly twitching in your hand to tell you he was listening even though his eyes were closed. 

“I love you to.”

The boy smiled drunkenly as Eddie lifted you both up and leaned your backs against the headboard as he cleaned your bodies. 

“I love you to, pretty girl. Eddie loves you to even though he won’t admit it.”

“I literally just did, you dork.”

“Hey, hey. Don’t be mean.”, his boyfriend chastised with a smirk. 

“Here. You two eat this please.” You and Steve giggled like kids as you took the power bars from his hands and nibbled on the ends. “Shit. I think I’m going to have to give you two a bath because this rag isn’t going to do a damn thing. Do you think you both can walk?”

The human boy tries and immediately falls backwards, his head landing in your lap. As Eddie got up to help him, he paused as he watched you gently run your fingers through his hair as he continued to grin. The vampire sighed in pleasure at your action loving the little things you did to show that you cared. It had been so long since anyone had touched or even talked to them kindly and he loved even more that they were getting to experience things like this again through you. 

“Am I in the bathtub already?”

“Jesus, no Steven. You are weirdest inebriated person I have ever meant and you aren’t even drunk or high.” Eddie lifts him into his arms and carries him into the bathroom, leaning him against the wall. 

“I am high… on you.” The metalhead rolls his eyes as Steve pokes his nose, trying to hide the smile that wants to push through. He turns with the intention of coming to get you to find that you were already leaning against the other wall of the bathroom. 

“I could have carried you. Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”, you sigh as you gesture absently. “Not the first time I’ve had to move during blood loss and it probably won’t be the last.”

The vampire listened to you two talk as he got the bath ready. 

“Hey. The last time you were bleeding, you were flat on a table ma’am. No movement required.”

“Hm. Bled a few times growing up. M’mom is in jail remember?” Steve’s eyes became sad as he scanned your face. “Also boyfriends like John. Besides that night, had you ever gotten into a fight, Stevie?”

“Pfft, yeah a few. Once over a girl, another to protect some kids I was looking after…and then some Russian soldiers beat the shit out of me. That was fun.”

You looked at him with confusion as Eddie guided him into the water before coming to do the same with you. 

“Yeah, I know. It sounds far-fetched but he’s telling the truth. We started dating a little after that particular incident so yeah.”

Holding your arm, he helps you down and you exhale as you lean your back against Steve’s chest while Eddie sits on the edge of the tub to clean you both. 

“What about you?”, you ask. 

“Ah, no fights for me, princess. I mean, no fights with people. I tried fighting a hoard of bats but obviously that didn’t end well.”

“And your dad?”

“Um, yeah that never ended well either.” His eyes glazed over a bit as he focused on the task before him but paused when your hand touched his. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” 

Flashing you a soft smile, he cleared his throat as he rose to his feet. 

“Alright, I’m going to go change the sheets. Do you think you two can remain coherent till I come back.”

“Yes, DAD.”, Steve sassed making you giggle as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter to him. 

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You hide under your dinner table you used to have in your parent’s house when you were little. Your mother is screaming again as she searches for you. 

“Where the fuck are you, you ungrateful brat?! Do you really think you’re any better for them? Always causing problems! Trust me, babe, they’d be better off without you.”

You jump when you feel a palm touch your bicep. 

“Whoa. Sorry.”, Steve whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you. What are we hiding from?”

You point towards the kitchen as your mother’s shadow passes along the tablecloth. 

“Hey, what did we say, baby girl? You’re safe with us.”, Eddie beamed as he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. 

“But are you safe with me?”

Your eyes flew open as you clutched your chest. 

“You know, some people just sleep at night.”, Eddie teases as he fully sits up beside you. “Are you alright?” When you nodded, his palm gently reached up to pet your head. “What were you dreaming about? It felt…sad.”

“You don’t know already?”

“I mean, I know it wasn’t one of my memories because you’ve only been dreaming about things that happened after I changed. What I felt right now…I haven’t felt since I was a little kid and my dad would come home drunk.”

“I was dreaming about my mom. When I was kid I used to hide under the dining room table while her and my dad would fight. That’s where I was with you two and…”

“And what?”

“I’m not putting you two in danger am I? I just…with everything that happened and Steve’s fears of you two needing to run again—”

Eddie silenced you by placing his fingers on your lips, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and bringing you down to lay with your head on his chest. He sighed before telling you his story of a girl named Chrissy who died violently in his trailer and a town that tried to hunt him down for it claiming he was a devil worshipping freak. He explained about an evil being named Vecna who was actually murdering these people and he, Steve, and some others went down to that scary world to stop him. 

Eddie told you about the bats he and his friend Dustin were meant to distract so Steve and his friends could get into a house to destroy this being. 

His tone became shakier as he talked about buying more time so they could succeed and the battle he faced when he didn’t run away. The feeling of the bats pinning him to the ground and tearing into his flesh.

“The last thing I thought about was Steve. It was like…a montage of our relationship. I just wanted to go back to how things used to be before the murders when we would lay in bed and talk about leaving our stupid town.”, he heavily exhales, kissing your palm as it reaches up to caress his face. 

“After I saved him, Steve told me we needed to run. That they still placed the blame on me even though they couldn’t find me. If they found out I wasn’t dead, bad things would happen. Y/N, after everything we’ve been through, these past two days have been nothing. I know that we’re all safe here but Steve always worried we may need to run again. He lost me once, he says… you’re not putting us in any kind of danger, sweetheart. If anything…now we’re putting you in danger.”

“I’m not afraid of you or things that come with you. I meant what I said. I love you both… I want to help and be there for you two anyway I can.” 

Eddie smiled as he kissed your forehead. 

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?”

“No. The biting hurt at first but after…when you started draining me… fuck.”

His chest shook as he laughed making you smile as you held him tighter. 

“I guess because you still had my blood inside you, you felt what I feel when I’m fucking him.” Lightly but firmly, Eddie tugged your hair back, placing his lips on yours. “You both feel amazing.”

“How much of Eddie was there? You seemed kind of gone.”

“I was there, sweetheart. The vampire kind of took over a bit but, trust me, I was there.”

Rolling on to his side, he kept his arm under your head as his other hand came up to touch your cheek while his eyes ran along your face. 

“Next time, I’ll move a bit slower so I can really watch this beautiful face while my cock is stretching you open. Steve was right, you are tight but you took me so well.”

“Y-You felt good. No one’s ever been that deep before except…”

“Steve?” The vampire grins when you nod. “I know how you feel. The first time we were together, I swore I could feel him everywhere.”

“When did he start calling you Daddy?”

His thumb runs along your bottom lip as his now chocolate-colored irises continue to study you, watching as your chest rises and falls as you breathe nervously.

“A couple of months after we started dating, he said he had a fantasy. Steve always felt like he needed to be in control and just wanted to BE controlled in bed.” As you kiss the pad of his finger, he delicately placed it between your lips, his smile growing when your tongue ran along the flesh. “Is that what you need to, sweetheart? Do you need to be taken care of?”

When you nod your head again, he withdraws his thumb and leans over to passionately kiss your lips. Without releasing his hold on the back of your neck, he pulls away, and grazes his noses along yours, panting against your open mouth. 

“Can you say it, baby?”

“I need you to take care of me, Daddy.”

############

@chelebelletx @mandyjo8719 @bimbobaggins69

[the-scooby-gang]

Character assassination and delayed puberty: VelmaHBO mishandling of Fred Jones

As I write the "I watched Velma HBO so you don't have too" reviews for episode 1 and 2, I decided to post this thought process I had regarding Fred's mischaracterization and, specifically, about the choice of giving him delayed puberty.

In the show, Mindy Kaling's self insert (because that ain't Velma in this or in the next life) comes to the conclusion that Fred is such a "spoiled white privileged brat" that his body didn't see the point of growing up at all.

First of all: Fuck that

Second of all: Whose brilliant idea (we all know who, but lets pretend for a second here) was it to turn FRED JONES: cheerleader; net lover; circus enjoyer; himbo friend; golden retriever sunshine boy and "I love my friends and my van so much you guys" into THIS?!?!

Is it because he is white, blond and has blue eyes???? Because it would be easy to make him into a caricature of white supremacy???

Yes. That's exactly why they changed Fred. Because it was easy.

I will go deeper on this in the full review of episode 1 and 2 (god help me) but this whole show is written in the most lazy way possible with jokes that would have fit perfectly in a edgy early 2000s show, where characters become those straw men versions of liberals conservatives IMAGINE exist.

Where people of color complain all the time about white supremacy but don't go deeper into it, its just complaining for the sake of complaining;

Where they bring genuine arguments people make but with zero nuance or though behind them, instead the writers put what THEY imagine it is about and, 99.9% of the time, they attribute it to people being "tOo sEnSiTiVe" and " tRiGgErEd SnOwFlAkEs"

Where people blow things out of proportion and accuse people left and right of being fascists (when they call Fred "Hitler" the background character says "he looks like Hitler. And I'm not just saying that because we call anyone Hitler nowadays") completely disregarding the WHY people in real life are calling out fascist behavior when they see it. Hello rise of fascism happening on the world, how is the INVASION OF CAPITOL IN AMERICA and THE INVASION AND DEPREDATION OF THE PLANALTO IN BRAZIL going for you?!;

This show is Family Guy. I would say it's worse than Family Guy even.

Third of all: Delayed puberty is an Actual Thing That Happens To People. It's something that can happen at random or it can be a genetic disorder shared in the family. It can be a symptom of something way more serious or something benign.

Many people that suffer from delayed puberty suffer from low self esteem because they have to watch their friends grow and develop when the same thing's not happening to them. They may feel like they're never going to catch up.

People are bullied over this, people develop depression.

And now these people are the punch line of this mean spirited joke.

I can even envision a better show where Fred still has delayed puberty, but instead of being the butt of jokes where people keep commenting on the size of the penis of this HIGH SCHOOLER, they treat as the constitutional delay it is. Fred is a late bloomer. It may be caused by a pattern of growth and development in his family, it may be a chronic illnesses he has. Can you imagine Fred with something like asthma or diabetes?

Lets go with that, lets imagine a Fred with diabetes, who is not receiving a proper treatment for said diabetes (maybe because his parents subscribe to that style of parenting where they are more concerned about appearances than the well being of their kid. "No, he has no problem. He is a perfectly healthy Jones."

Or they are the kind that say shit like this: "He doesn't have blurry vision he is just a lazy student, that's an excuse," or "You would stop going so much to the bathroom to piss if you stoped drinking water all the time" or even "I told you to not stay awake all night on those weird net making websites, now you're tired in class. What kind of mother they must think I am..." "But I didn't stay up all night, I swear–" "Don't you lie to me Frederick") and as such the side effects and symptoms are left unchecked.

So the Fred Velma, and we the audience, are introduced too is the heir of this fortune... who can't stay standing because he is constantly tired, has completely given up on trying to apply himself on school because he can't see the fucking board his vision is so blurry, has passed out at least once in gym, drinks water like he lives in a dessert and is so self conscious about his body that even his girlfriend hasn't seen him shirtless even once. The swim team hasn't seen him shirtless even once, so there are these whiplash inducing photos in the year book where is a bunch of guys in speedos nest to this one dude in an early 20th century striped swimming suit.

In episode 1 itself Velma's vision of Fred can start biased, after all from a distance a person that doesn't know Fred personally can chalk his behavior to "rich dramatic boy that knows he doesn't need to put effort into learning since he already has a fortune guaranteed for him after all this, so he is just sleeping and vibing and being dramatic through high school" but as the episode progresses and she gets to know Fred, she notices that the image doesn't fit. Fred, who has such in depth knowledge about physics and mechanics, who clearly loves his girlfriend very much and feels bad about the murder of this girl he considered a friend. The image of "Rich guy that doesn't care" is not fitting.

I want it to be a Velma and Daphne epiphany. About Daphne talking about all these things Fred has told her or that she noticed about him to Velma as they look for clues and it hits Velma as a she connects all together. The tiredness, the pissing, the thirst, the blurry vision.

Daphne may have not seen it because she is too close but with Velma's outside perspective the pieces fall into place.

Now lets imagine that instead of cop lesbian moms, Daphne could have lesbian doctor/nurse moms. They take him to them and they give him what he desperately needed:

"No, dear. You're not lazy, or broken, or an attention seeker, or any other bullshit your parents called you. You have diabetes. Type 1 to be precise."

After Daphne and Velma hug a crying Fred until he has no more tears to give, the series progresses with Fred now treating his diabetes as one of its recurring plot lines.

I want Daphne to have extra insulin in her purse, I want Shaggy to help Fred with his new diet, I want Fred and Velma to go exercising together and have deep conversations about body image and how they deal with it (Fred with his delayed puberty, Velma with her extra weight)

"Mature" and "Adult" content doesn't need to be edgy sex-violence-and-drugs.

It can be simply a story of a high schooler having to deal with diabetes in a country were insulin is expensive as fuck, some parents are more willing to let their kids suffer than offer any kind of help or even admit that there may be a problem in the first place, of dealing with body image and things that are out of your control.

Just a thought.

This is a post by The-Scooby-Gang, thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[stardustbarbarians]

Saints of Los Angeles

A Daniel Wagner / fem!reader fic

Summary: You never thought that meeting a Saint would cause you to sin.

Tags: kiss feminism goodbye (Policarpa I'm so sorry queen), smut (MDNI!!), objectification, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, drug use, light bloodplay, dom!Danny

Trigger Warnings: Drug use, objectification, insulting language towards women

A/N: All the feminism left my body with this one, y'all. Please don't let the warnings scare you away too easily. Basically, its what you'd find in a Motley Crue song, which this fic is heavily inspired by. That being said, this is the hottest thing I've ever written. I really tried to challenge myself with this one. Title taken from Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue. As always, I hope you guys enjoy <3.

Words: 8.7 k

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This can’t be the place.

Checking your texts with Donna again, you confirmed that, yes, this was the place your friend said to meet her. Feeling completely out of your element in the seedy neighborhood, stood in front of the sketchy dive bar with neon signage, you clutched your purse a little tighter as you took a deep breath and stepped inside. 

It was just as you expected it to be, full of rowdy patrons pounding hard liquor like it was water. Most people didn’t notice your entry, the majority of those who did simply glanced your way with a hard look in their eye before returning to whatever they were doing before. Fighting back a shiver, you straighten your posture and head for the bar. 

“Tequila on the rocks, please,” you ordered, feeling eyes on the back of your head. The bartender busied herself with pouring the drink as you settled into an empty seat. 

“Mandi, get me a whiskey while you’re at it, sweetheart,” a male voice from behind you commanded, dripping with charm and charisma. Immediately, your hackles raised at his attitude toward the woman, noting how condescending it was. 

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes as he took the seat next to you, carrying the smell of cigarette smoke and mint with him. He seemed to notice your reaction and was unafraid to point it out. 

“What’s your fucking problem, princess?” He rested his forearm on the bar, peering over his shoulder at you. That’s when you finally got a good look at this stranger. You were ashamed of the way your breath caught in your throat, but you couldn’t help it. He had to be the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on - which was saying something considering you lived in star-studded Los Angeles. 

He had long black hair that fell in tightly coiled ringlets around his face, a prominent nose with fierce eyes that burned with annoyance and malice. He wore a beat up leather jacket with a skin-tight black shirt underneath, dark denim jeans on his legs. Despite the fire in his eyes, they were a gorgeous hazel brown. And on top of all that, he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. But then you saw the cigarette tucked between his fingers and all that went completely out the window as you felt disgust curl within your gut. 

“You smoking next to me, greaser,” you spat at him, grabbing the glass that had been set in front of you and taking a swig. It burned as the liquor slid down your throat, but it was one you were used to. 

“Oh, I see. We’ve got a perfect little goodie-two-shoes over here,” the stranger mocked, turning his body fully towards you. Seeing the idea form in his head as it came to him, you watched as he took a drag before blowing the smoke directly into your face. 

Coughing after you mistakenly inhaled, you swatted the air around you to try and clear it. “Disrespectful asshole,” you muttered between hacking. 

“What was that?” His teeth were gritted as he spoke, no doubt catching your insult. 

Making the decision that you’d rather deal with an angry Donna than this dive any longer, you just shook your head and made to leave. 

You didn’t get very far before you felt a hand grab your arm, tugging you around so that you came face to face with the beautiful stranger. The first thing you noticed was the dangerous glint in his eye. 

“I said, ‘what was that’?” 

Swallowing hard, you found yourself confused by the way your body reacted. Heat began to pool between your thighs as you looked up into his face. He was expecting an answer and you knew he wasn’t going to let you go without it. 

“Let go of me, you filthy rat!” You tried to wrench your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. 

The imposing stranger pulled you in closer by your waist. That officially marked the death of any personal space between you two. Your heart was racing. With your chest pressed against his, you could feel how firm it was. Now eye level with his lips, you noticed how plump and full they were. Even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could see they were a beautiful deep pink color. He seemed to notice that you were looking at his lips, flashing you a crooked smile that showed off his pristine white teeth, his canine tooth particularly sharp. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like nipping into the flesh of your skin. 

"You keep talking like that to me and see where it gets you, angel," the stranger purred, the cigarette tucked between his teeth bobbing up and down as he spoke. His voice sounded like honey saturated with smoke. It was so smooth and sweet, yet there was a raspiness to it that made you clench around nothing. The smoke from his cigarette curled in tendrils around his face, partially covering his eyes. You never were a fan of the habit, but for some reason, this stranger was exempt from your disgust. 

This time, it was your turn to observe him taking in your appearance. His smirk finally reached his eyes, a pleased look painting itself across his dangerously handsome face. The ache of wanting thrummed harder between your legs as his eyes fixated on your breasts. You felt like you were losing your mind; everything he was doing was every one of your turn-offs. Apparently multiple negatives made a positive. 

"What are you waiting for, kitten?" He removed the cigarette from his teeth with his left hand, catching a glimpse of his hand tattoos and silver jewelry - rings and bracelets - glinting in the neon of the bar. He blew the smoke in your face as his right hand slid down from the small of your back to the meat of your ass, his fingers fanning out and digging harshly into your flesh. "I didn't tell you to stop."

Gulping nervously, you realized just how deep you had dug your grave. There was no turning back now, and frankly, you weren’t sure you wanted to. You had lived a very sheltered life up until this night - the night you happened to walk into the wrong bar. You had always wanted to let go of yourself and take a dip into the wild side, and now, the wild side was quite literally pressing you against him by a vice grip on your ass. It was a golden opportunity dangled in front of you like a carrot on a stick; who the hell were you to look a gift horse in the mouth? 

“Get your filthy hands off me, you disgusting pig,” you spat, all the venom concentrated in your words and nowhere else in your body. You could feel your eyelids falling at half-mast, your hands smoothing themselves all over the stranger’s chest and landing on his large pecs. And maybe you even arched your back just a little bit to lean your ass into his grip, so what? This was absolutely the hottest thing to ever happen to you and you were going to milk it for all its worth, 

A low chuckle grumbled out of the stranger’s lips, feeling it in your hands. “You don’t mean that.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ashed his cigarette onto the floor, the tip of it glowing from red to a yellow-orange as he took another drag. 

Feeling bold, you plucked the tobacco from his lips and placed it between yours. He couldn’t seem to hide the pleasant surprise in his eyes as he watched you take a drag of your own, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. Pulling the cigarette away from your mouth, you let your hand hang to the side as you closed the distance between you two. The smooth velvet feel of his tongue against yours as you shotgunned the smoke to him made your head spin. You’d only ever seen it done in movies. They all failed to truly show the absolute rush you experienced from the act. You felt so dirty, so wrong. 

You’d never felt more alive. 

A whine passed between your mouth into the stranger’s just like the cigarette drag. You felt him pull away, opening your eyes in just enough time to see his roll into the back of his head, his eyelashes fluttering. There was an easy, toothy smile spreading across his lips. It was dripping with confidence and pleasure, but there was this quality to it that made you nearly flood your panties. As his eyes landed in yours - unfocused and blissed out - it seemed like he was looking directly into your soul and knew just how badly you desired him. With his free hand, he grabbed your chin. His thumb toyed with your bottom lip, pulling it down and exposing your bottom teeth. All you could do was look up at him through your lashes. He leaned his face in impossibly close; so close you were nearly going cross-eyed looking at him. That’s when you noticed the sinister glint in his eyes. It was one that promised you so many dirty and wicked things that you couldn't help but shiver at the sight. You were hurtling down a dangerous path, and you were just starting to realize how dangerous it was. 

“You’ve sealed your fate now, princess,” the stranger muttered, his breath smelling of cigarette smoke and the whiskey he was drinking. 

With one final hard squeeze of your ass, he removed his grip off of it and instead wrapped his left arm around your waist. He pulled you tight against his side, feeling his leather belt press into the bone of your hip. Grabbing his nearly forgotten drink off the bar, you watched as he downed it in one gulp, tilting his head back to expose a razor sharp jawline. You watched his adam’s apple bob before he slammed the glass onto the counter. Without any warning, he ripped the cigarette out of your hand and took one long drag, stubbing it out on the ice still sitting in his empty glass. 

“Hope you’re ready, doll.” That was the only warning you received from him before he slapped you hard on the ass. You yelped in surprise, your cheeks heating up as a few people around you turned to look. Smirking at your reaction, the stranger chuckled before pulling you along with him towards the staircase you noticed upon first stepping inside.

“Where are we going?” you asked after reaching the top of the steps. The lighting was vastly different than it was down the steps. Instead of vibrant neons and warm glowing string lights, the dark corridors were lit with sultry, yet vaguely off-putting red lights. Your nerves had been active since you entered the bar, but now they were turned up to eleven. There were a few doors opposite the bannister, all of them closed. You ventured a guess that they were all locked, too. 

“Listen, doll. I didn’t bring you up here to chat,” the stranger sharply bit at you, annoyance injected into his tone and pinching his features. He stopped at the last door at the end of the hallway, turning the knob and throwing it open. Using his hold on your waist, he shoved you inside, shutting the door behind him and locking it with a loud click. “So you best find a better fucking use for that mouth before I throw you out on the street in nothing but your high heels. Is that clear?” 

You hated to admit it, but that threat really got your motor running. You had to bite your lip to stave off the moan threatening to leap from your throat. 

“I said,” the man advanced on you. Each step he took forward, you took backwards until you couldn’t any more. Your back pressed to the wall, the stranger caged you in with his arms, his hand back to gripping your chin. “‘Is that clear’?”

You didn’t even get to say anything before he used the grip he had on your chin to nod your head for you. This put a pleased grin on his face again. “Good girl.” 

Your knees were weakened by the praise purred into your ear, his warm breath brushing against your skin. His command in mind, you found a better use of your mouth by pressing your lips against his once more. The noise that slipped from your lips originated from deep within the caverns of your soul.

Fire. Searing, scalding fire. 

That was the only way he could describe it, all you could feel. Each moment brought forth a new intensity that didn’t seem feasible, but proved to do just that. The burning heat that washed you from head to toe was so addicting. It was so intense that you felt your head spin from the pleasure. You knew at that moment that this night would be one you would talk about in years to come, the “best night of my life” kind of night. 

The only thing that pulled you away from the moment was your back colliding with a mattress. You had been so focused on the stranger that you had failed to notice there was a bed in the room. But there wasn’t much time to dwell on that before your shirt was being tugged off your body. You felt out of breath as he unhooked your bra and threw it across the room. 

His hands were warm, becoming very intimate with the callouses on them as he slid his hands up your stomach at a teasing pace. They stationed on your breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them. That’s when you finally were able to get a good look at the ink on his hands. The word “saint” had been etched onto his left hand, each letter appearing on its own finger. On his right was the word “sinner”, following the same pattern as the left one with the exception of the Ns fitting on his middle finger. A skull was painted on the back of his left hand, a butterfly on the right. You couldn’t see his arms, but you’d bet real money that they were covered in sleeves of tattoos. He seemed to notice you taking in his tattoos, a smirk on his face as you watched his pointer finger swirl around your nipple with a feather light touch. 

“Oh, god,” you exclaimed, throwing your head back in pleasure. 

“He’s got nothing to do with this, sweetheart. If you’re gonna moan out any names, it’s gonna be mine.” 

“Y-Yours?” 

The stranger huffed out a laugh that had no humor in it. With a simple flick of his pointer finger against your erect nipple, you let out a pathetic moan that amused him greatly. It seemed he enjoyed toying with you and seeing which reactions he was able to pull from you. 

“It’s Daniel. And make sure you scream it nice and pretty for me, angel. None of that other talking bullshit you were trying to pull earlier,” he informed, staring you directly in the eyes with an intense gaze that left no room for argument. 

Not trusting your voice, you nod your head. Daniel, you thought in your head, finally a name for a face. 

“Mine’s-”

“Frankly, hon, I don’t give a damn. Now hush, angel. Your beauty depreciates in value with each word,” 

Feeling slightly dumbfounded, all you could do was clamp your mouth shut with a knit in your brow. While you knew that was probably the most disrespectful thing you’d heard all night, you couldn’t deny the instant warmth that shocked the flesh between your thighs. 

“Alright. Let’s get started.” 

With that, Danny maintained eye contact with you as he brought his mouth to your nipple not being played with by his fingers. You gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue lapping at your sensitive skin. It only lasted a second before he retracted, a devilish look in his eye. You couldn’t help but look at him, maintaining eye contact as he dabbed his tongue on it again, this time leaving it there. Just like with his finger, he swirled his tongue around the darker patch of skin with a feather light touch. You couldn’t control the mewls that kept falling out of your mouth, your head throwing back at the sensation. 

Just when you were starting to get antsy for more from Daniel, he surprised you once more by clamping his lips around the tip of your breast all while squeezing them between his fingers in tandem. It ripped a huge gasp from your lungs, your back involuntarily arching off the mattress. It felt as if he was controlling your entire body with his mouth, pulling reactions from you that you weren’t consciously conjuring yourself. As Daniel continued, your panting turned to moan after pathetic moan, each one more intense than the last. You were starting to feel as if you were about to burst from pleasure, your entire body tensing as something was building up inside of you. Your knuckles were starting to turn white as you gripped at the sheets and Daniel’s hair, respectively. 

Right when it felt as if that pressure was about to reach its breaking point, Danny detached his hands and mouth from your breasts. All of the sudden, you could feel that beautiful pressure rapidly falling and turning cold. 

“Daniel!” you whined indignantly, the grips of your hands relaxing but staying in their spots. 

“Pout all you want, kitten. You haven’t earned the right to cum yet,” he explained - rather condescending - as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

Is that what I felt? It wasn’t like you were a virgin, you’d been with other men before. However, you’d never felt that sensation before. 

“Have you ever sucked dick before, princess?” 

At the question, you felt your face instantly get hot. It was so crass. And yes, he had just spent the past few minutes lapping at your tits, but that question somehow felt more crude. 

“I-I-” you stuttered, still gobsmacked at the bluntness of his question. Closing your eyes and gulping, you found the strength to answer. “I- yes. But only once-” 

“Perfect.” Righting himself to stand up straight, Danny shed his jacket and tight shirt and tossed them onto the floor. Next came his belt, the metal of the buckle clanging as he slid the leather from the loops of his dark jeans. You couldn’t help but watch as he undressed, not sure what else to do. And really, it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the show. 

Just like you had suspected, his skin was a tapestry of artwork from head to toe. His arms seemed to have a theme of biblical depictions chalk full of skulls and death. His chest had a depiction of icarus falling towards the sea (which also was engraved into the skin of his abdomen), feathers cascading down his torso with some of them even captured in the process of melting. There was a sun inked into the skin just below his right clavicle with a painting of clouds surrounding it. It was a breathtaking piece that must’ve taken hours upon hours of work and definitely more than what your car was worth. Your eyes traveled down away from the icarus piece to his waistband, where both his happy trail and the tops of what looked like snake’s head peaked out from. Removing his pants and underwear in one smooth movement, you got to confirm that they were, indeed, snake heads you saw. On the inside of each hip were coiled up snakes with their fangs bared at each other, venom dripping from their flared forked tongues. That was probably your favorite tattoo of his, if you were being honest. 

While you were too busy ogling his tattoos, he grabbed you by the thighs and hoisted you up into his arms. Yelping in surprise, you wrapped your arms around him and tried your best to bite down a moan at the feeling of your bare chests pressed up against one another. He laughed at your reaction, the sound right in your left ear as he looked over your shoulder. He only held you for a moment before you felt the mattress underneath your legs again, Daniel having sat down with his back against the headboard. Your hips were perfectly on top of his, feeling his hard on through the fabric of your jean shorts. An idea sprang to mind, one that you enacted before even thinking it through too much. 

On their own accord, your hips rolled against Daniel. This caught him by surprise, a breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his eyes clenched shut. You felt his calloused fingers dig into the meat of your ass again as his hands flew from their loose grip on your thighs. When he opened his eyes, there was a dangerous edge in them. He flashed you a smile, but that was a loose definition. Truly, he was more bearing his teeth at you with a crooked grin. 

“Careful, peaches,” he warned with a growl, one of his hands slithering away from your ass to grab you by the jaw in a vice grip, “I don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” 

That nearly made you rock your hips forward as warmth flooded your pussy again. However, you resisted by clenching your hands down on his shoulders. You felt like your teeth were going to shatter by how hard you were clenching your jaw. 

“Look at me,” Danny commanded as his grip tightened against your jaw. 

Doing as he commanded, you slid your gaze to your partner. 

“Pull another stunt like that and I’ll spank you so hard you’ll be able to find my fingerprints on your ass.” He accentuated his point by clenching his hand that was still on your ass. 

You whined at the extra pressure, the mental image of you bent over his knee while he smacked your ass so hard it left a perfect impression on your skin not helping. 

“In this room, I am your god. Whatever I say, you do it without any hesitation or sass. Understood?” 

Without realizing, you began nodding your head. Whatever he said. You just wanted to get that high back he gave you minutes ago that he dangled just out of your reach. You had gotten a taste, now you wanted the whole meal. 

“Such a good girl. Let’s see if you can keep it up,” he praised, his hand finally releasing your jaw. There was a smirk on his lips that showed off his sharp canine tooth. While your attention was on that, he pushed your hips down his legs. Eventually when they got too far away, his grip shifted to your shoulders. You got the message, his question from earlier popping into your head. 

Lifting your dominant hand up from the sheets, you made sure to make eye contact with Danny as you inched your hand towards his dick to silently ask if it was ok to do so. Getting impatient, Daniel grabbed your hand with his own and put it on his cock himself. At the touch, he let out a sigh of relief. Still holding your hand, he set the pace of your hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was fast and rough, but you got the idea that that’s how Daniel liked most things. 

Letting go of your hand after you got the idea, he used that hand in order to grab you by the hair. A sharp pain shot through your scalp from his grip. However, that didn’t compare to the pain of Danny yanking your head down and towards his cock. That you yelped in pain at. 

“Oh, save it, princess,” he barked before using his grip on your hair to press the tip of his dick to your lips. “I’ve got a better use for that mouth. Open up.” 

Swallowing down your nerves, you did as you were told. Looking him in the eyes, you parted your lips. Danny wasted no time shoving his cock in your mouth. The only thing that stopped him from shoving it all the way down your throat was your hand. With a frustrated growl, he used his free hand to rip yours away. He then stuffed his cock as far down as it could go, tears prickling at your eyes as it hit the back of your throat. Saliva immediately began to flood your throat as you gagged around him. You grabbed at his thighs with a tight grip, attempting to find any purchase you could as your head began spinning. 

After what felt like hours, Danny finally pulled you up off of him. Drool fell from your lips as you gasped deeply for air, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to his dick.  

“Catch your breath, kitten. I’m just getting started.” He hovered you just above his hips, using the hand not fisted in your hair to brush your rouge locks from your eyes. It was a strangely tender moment from him; one you never would’ve expected from him. 

You only were able to breathe for a moment before he was stuffing his cock between your lips again. This time, you were able to take more of him as you relaxed your throat. However, you still gagged as he hit the back of your throat; though, you doubted you would ever be able to suppress that reaction. Daniel held you there for a moment, only pulling you up partially to quickly cough and take a breath. 

“Better hold on, princess. I can only hold back for so long,” Daniel warned right before he set his own pace. His hips bucked up off the mattress, making you audibly gag as tears formed in your eyes once more. The noise caused an amused chuckle to fall from his mouth. He may have started out slow, but that only lasted for about thirty seconds before he cranked up the intensity to eleven. He set a pace that was sure to leave the soft palate of your mouth bruised as he brutally pounded into your throat. Tears began to steadily stream down your cheeks, your hands gripping the skin of Danny’s muscular thighs hard enough to leave marks. 

“That’s it, baby, take it,” Daniel moaned in a gravelly tone, his head throwing back in pleasure at the sensation. That’s when he utilized the hold he had on your hair to skull fuck you even more fiercely, bobbing your head up and down in a way that complimented his thrusting hips. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could handle. Your eyes couldn’t seem to stop watering and your throat was screaming in pain. At this rate, he wold fuck your throat so hard you’d lose your voice. 

As if fate could hear your thoughts, Danny’s phone rang. With a growl, he reached over to the nightstand on his left and snatched it off the table. His pace had finally stilled, granting you a much needed moment of respite. He looked at the screen, sighing at whoever’s name was on it and begrudgingly answered. 

“What, Jake,” he bit with so much venom, you would’ve believed he hated this person. With annoyance pinching at his features, he listened to the caller talk to him. You could make out a few words here and there, but the voice was too quiet. 

Once Daniel got bored of listening, he once again started bobbing your head up and down, thankfully slower than the last time. His attention was still on the call as he used you. 

“He did what?!” Daniel yelled, his fist tightening in your hair as his anger spiked. You hummed out a moan at the sensation, causing his eyes to dart down to you. 

You heard Jake talking again on the other end. Even though you couldn’t pick out words, you could tell he was trying to diffuse the situation with Danny based on his tone alone. 

“I don’t give a shit if it was the fucking governor, Jake! We don’t give discounts!” 

At this point you had started to set your own pace. But, it seemed that wasn’t enough. As his agitation grew, so did his need for pleasure. 

“No. I’m done listening, it’s your turn. I want you to tell him these exact words, alright? You tell little Sammy that he better get the rest of the amount owed for the coke, or I’ll make sure that pretty little girlfriend of his never sells another record and lives the rest of her life on the fucking streets. Is that clear?” 

It finally clicked to you what he was talking about. Daniel wasn’t some ordinary dirtbag, he was a drug dealer. And not just any drug dealer, but the head of the most dangerous gangs in the city: the Saints of Los Angeles. You’d heard about him on the news: Daniel Wagner, the saint of Los Angeles. You would be appalled by how turned on that made you later on. But in the heat of the moment, that simply made you want to work harder to earn his favor. 

“Look, put it this way to him because I know that his head is just there for decoration - who is he more afraid of: the governor, or me?” Even though he said it in a very neutral tone, the sentence sent a shiver down your spine. 

Wanting his attention back to you again, you started to use your tongue. You were able to push back against his grip and pull up off him a bit, giving you more space to swirl your tongue around the girth of Danny. Not only did you start using your tongue, but you slid one of your hands away from his thigh and went for his balls. As soon as they were in your hand, Daniel let out a gasp of surprise, his gaze finally making its way back onto you. You felt giddy at the eye contact despite your better judgment. Continuing with your new added contact, you swirled your tongue around and played with his balls in tandem. It was just what he liked, it seemed, as he threw his head back and moaned. Now knowing with certainty that he was enjoying your attention, you hummed around him, pleased with yourself. Casting your eyes downward in order to better concentrate, that’s when you noticed another one of his tattoos. Written in block letters were two words right above his cock with an arrow pointing down at it. Choking Hazard, they said.

For the first time, you were able to make out what Jake was saying on the other end of the phone. “Are you fucking someone right now??” 

With a short laugh, Daniel thrust up into you again. “Yeah, I found a real pretty one down at the club tonight. Poor thing was all lost. She’s more your type than mine, but you know me; I can’t resist a set of huge tits.” 

“My type, huh?” Jake asked, his interest piqued. 

“Yeah, I’ll send you a picture.” Readjusting his grip on your hair, he pulled you up off his dick. You made a loud pop as you were pulled away, panting for breath and spit dripping down your fucked out lips. You could feel your eyes at half mast, sure that your mascara was running down your cheeks from your earlier tears. 

“Smile, princess,” Danny commanded after pulling the phone away from his ear. Once finished, he lowered you back down onto his cock. He kept his attention on the screen as you assumed he sent your picture to Jake. 

“Goddamn,” you heard Jake exclaim clear as day, Daniel having put him on speaker phone. 

“Uhuh, I told you,” Danny responded, gathering your hair up in his hand before thrusting into you again, “got a mouth as good as any pussy.” 

“Fuck,” you heard through the phone, “shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been this jealous of you.” 

That made Danny chuckle in amusement. “I can save some for you for later.” 

“So I get sloppy seconds?” 

“If you want. I’m feeling generous,” Daniel stated. You couldn’t see his face - your eyes focused on the Choking Hazard tattoo - but you could hear the smile in his voice. He punctuated his words with a buck of his hips, making you gag audibly. 

“Sounds like you are,” Jake responded, “but I can’t. I’m already in hot water with Jenna. If she knew I slept with another girl, I’d get skinned.” 

“More for me. Now if you excuse me-” 

“Yeah, yeah. Have your fun.” 

“Make sure you tell Sam exactly what I told you,” Danny reminded, his finger already hovering over the button. 

Jake sighed before promising to follow the order. With that, Daniel hung up the phone and tossed it back onto his nightstand. “Don’t work with family.” 

That was all he said before fisting his free hand into your hair and started setting a brutal pace for your throat again. More tears fell down your cheeks and so did more saliva. It was a big mess, but you didn’t find yourself being disgusted. Daniel was feeding into your deep, dark desire of wanting to be used like a toy. Finally, after it seemed like he was about to cum, he shoved you off his cock. 

“Alright, doll,” he breathed, struggling to remain composed, “enough playing around.” 

You felt your heart kick up a notch at the implications. If that was playing around - that rough face fucking you just endoured - what did getting serious entail?

Pulling you up, Daniel shoved his lips against yours. Almost immediately, he shoved his tongue down your throat. You whined at the feeling. Everything he was doing was making your head spin. You almost wanted him to stop, but the whirlwind you were caught up in was too much of a thrill to let go of. You had been the perfect little princess all your life and you wanted to take a ride on the wild side for once in your life. And god was Daniel wild. As if he could hear your thoughts, he grabbed you by the hips and settled them right in his lap. 

“Woah,” you muttered. You knew how big Danny was - he was just in your throat. But the realization just hit you that he was about to be inside of you. And if you had gotten a head rush before, you didn’t even know what to classify what just happened to you. Still gripping onto your hips, Daniel threw you down onto the mattress so that your chest was against it. 

“Get on all fours,” he demanded, smacking your ass so hard you were certain everyone downstairs could hear. You were also certain everyone downstairs could hear your yelp of pleasure. But, you followed his command, planting your palms and knees onto the sheets. 

Nothing happened. 

For a good twenty seconds, neither of you moved. You stayed in your place on the mattress, not moving. You didn’t want to get punished by Danny. However, your curiosity got the better of you when you heard the sound of a drawer opening. As you went to turn your head around, however, that’s when Daniel delivered another sharp smack to your ass. 

“No moving, princess,” he warned, his calloused hand smoothing over the smarting skin he just punished. His fingers inched towards the waistband of your underwear, slipping underneath the lacy material and pulling it up off your skin. Danny let go of the elastic snapping back into place with a quiet snap. At the feeling, you let out a shaky breath. Danny slipped his fingers into your waistband once again, but this time he tugged the material off your body using his free hand to pull your underwear off entirely, lifting up your knees one at a time. 

As soon as he was rid of your final piece of clothing, you felt both his hands come to rest on either one of your asscheeks. Soon to follow was his tongue; gasping sharply at the feeling. It was cold. But that wasn’t what made you gasp. It was his tongue piercing. For some reason, you either didn’t register he had one while you were kissing him, or you didn’t notice. But that wasn’t important. Daniel was clearly experienced, that’s what was important. He made sure to focus his attention on your clit, the ball of his piercing rubbing and swirling around it non-stop. You would’ve been embarrassed by the noises that came out of you if you weren’t so caught up in your pleasure. Your hands balled into fists in the sheets as you buried your head into the mattress, arching your back into him. His grip on your ass tightened, the pain adding just the right amount of intensity. 

“Daniel,” you cried after he sucked on your folds. It sent a shockwave throughout your body as you involuntarily rolled your eyes into the back of your head. At his name, Danny’s hands twitched. That was all you needed to know he was in the same boat you were: incredibly turned on. But he continued to relentlessly concentrate all his focus on that beautiful bundle of nerves. 

And there it was again: that glorious peak you saw moments ago. With each lap at your clit, you could feel yourself tumbling faster and faster towards the precipice - “Daniel, oh my god!” - and you were desperate to reach it. And it showed. Each breath you took resulted in a needy whine; chanting out Danny’s name like it was a prayer. And Danny showed no signs of stopping. Finally, you were going to know what it felt like. 

Until Danny cruelly ripped it away from you just like last time. You whined rather pathetically as you tumbled down from your high, turning your head slightly just in time to see the pleased smile on Daniel’s lips. However, you couldn’t deny how absolutely hot it was seeing him lick his lips while chuckling, his lips glinting in the light. You had never felt so wet before, a combination of your slick and his saliva dripping down your thigh. 

“You’re so mean,” you lamented, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you could manage. 

“Mmm, I love it when they talk dirty,” he moaned before righting himself on his knees. That’s when you felt the tip of his dick slide through your folds, a sigh releasing from deep within his chest. You didn’t have to wait long before you felt his tip resting at your entrance. You waited with baited breath for him to push all the way in, expecting him to shove it in all at once. You were surprised when he went slow, inching in and pausing at any sign of distress from you. 

“Alright, peaches, I’m all the way in,” he gasped, his left hand rubbing your back. You didn’t need him to tell you that to know. You could feel all of his cock inside of you, pulsating within your walls. 

Each tiny movement from him felt like too much, your vision whiting out as you panted heavily just to get used to the feeling of being filled to the brim. You could feel sweat already starting to accumulate on your skin. 

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight,” Daniel panted, seemingly out of breath just from your vice grip around his cock. You could feel his curls tickling your back as he bent over you, his hot breath ghosting across your skin. 

After you both caught your breath, Danny began to rock back and forth. Each thrust made you want to scream, his huge cock testing your limits with no mercy. His pace took a sharp increase after a minute or two. Soon, you were crying out in pleasure, screaming his name in the place of god’s. He was brutal, leaving no space for clemency as he drove into you with an organ pummeling velocity. 

When you reached a point where it was getting to be too much, Daniel stilled his hips. Sighing in relief, you were still left confused. Turning your head, that’s when you noticed a silver engraved tube in Daniel’s hand. You watched as he unscrewed the cap and dumped out whatever was inside on your back. It was hard to tell based on vision alone, but you felt him pour it out in a line before screwing the cap back on. It wasn’t until he bent over and you heard a snorting sound that you knew what just happened. 

Daniel had just done a line of coke off your back… while he was still inside you. A shiver traveled down your spine as the realization hit you. There was hardly any time for you to process that fully before Daniel went back to his brutal pace from earlier. You could feel your legs weakening and shaking, your mind slowly turning to mush. 

“Harder, daddy!” It was an accident. You hadn’t meant for it to slip out like that. However, Daniel seemed to like that. A lot. You felt his hips stutter at your use of the title, a growl slipping from his teeth. His hand gripped your ass so hard you knew you would find bruises there tomorrow. 

He didn’t say anything, however. Instead, he snaked his other hand up to your neck. With a vice grip, he yanked you upright by your throat so that your back was pressed fully against his front. He hadn’t slowed his hips at all. 

“Open,” he growled, the hand on your ass prying your mouth open. When you finally got the message, his fingers slipped out of your maw. They weren’t gone for long. Only a second later, you felt something else shoved between your teeth, recognising the material. It took you all of two seconds to understand that Daniel had stuffed your own panties into your mouth. As you tried to moan out at the realization, Daniel used the grip he had on your throat to shove your face back down into the mattress. This time, he came down there with you, keeping his lips next to your ear. 

“Such a fucking whore for me. You just met me and look where you are now, huh?” He thrusted particularly hard that time as if to punctuate his words. 

Even if you weren’t gagged, words wouldn’t have been able to leave your lips. Your brain had long since devolved into a singular thought: Daniel. So, naturally, that’s what you cried out. 

“God, you’re such a fucking good slut for me, kitten. I’ve never had pussy this good before,” he grunted. It was all getting to be too much once again. You could feel that rise in tension just below your stomach begin to build again. But unlike the other times, you didn’t let yourself show that you were getting close to that climax. You tried your best to remain quiet, biting down on your lip as you focused all you had on getting to that peak. 

Your silence gave you away. 

“Goddamn it! Let me cum, you fucking pig bastard!” you screamed in frustration. At least, you tried to. It actually came out in a bunch of muffled syllables that sounded nothing like any words in the English language. 

Daniel laughed boisterously at you. Laughing at you, not with you. “Awww, aren’t you precious?” 

With his right hand, he pressed onto your stomach. With more force than you deemed necessary, he forcefully flipped you onto your back. You grunted out petulantly, making it known you weren’t happy with what just happened. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, dollface.” 

You didn’t get to respond before he pushed back into you at the hilt. Whatever you wanted to say turned into a needy whine that you were not proud of. A wolfish grin made its way back onto Daniel’s lips. 

“What was that, darling?” 

Instead of dignifying that with a response, you just gave Daniel a look. 

“As much fun as it is seeing you all angry at me, I do miss you screaming my name.” With that, he fished your lacy panties out of your mouth, gagging as the material hit the back of your throat. 

“There. Isn’t that better?” he asked after balling the material up in his hand and setting it on the nightstand next to his phone. 

Instead of verbally responding, you simply nodded your head. 

“Someone learned their lesson finally,” he muttered under his breath. It was so quiet, you were positive that it wasn’t meant for your ears. 

Feeling bold - and more than a little frustrated with his treatment of you - you bucked your hips forward. You both groaned out at the feeling, Daniel sounding just a little surprised. Instantly, his hands flew to your hips, pinning them down on the sheets. 

“Don’t. Move.” 

There was a dangerous edge in his eyes that you hadn’t seen all night. It was one that struck true fear in your heart. Those eyes were ones that could take life away at any moment they wanted, ones that threatened the lives of his “family” with little to no remorse. You were once again reminded of the fact that you were letting the leader of the Saints of Los Angeles fuck you. 

Swallowing thickly, you nodded vigorously. 

Danny hardly dug his nails into your flesh briefly before he lifted his hands away from your hips. He soon busied himself with the silver tube from earlier, the cap unscrewing with a horrible squeal. He dumped the last of the powder onto the valley of skin between your tits, quickly screwing the cap back on before tossing the vial to the side. With his pinky finger, Danny arranged it into a line, tediously pushing it around and tickling your skin. When he was satisfied, Danny stuck his finger into his mouth in order to get rid of the excess powder on his appendage. The entire time he was making his line, you could feel his cock pulsating slowly inside your pussy. 

Popping his finger out of his mouth, Daniel leaned down and snorted once more. You arched your back against the feeling of his curls caressing your flesh, biting your lip at the sensation. You watched as Danny sighed out in ecstasy, a lazy, toothy grin slowly spreading across his lips as he tipped back, riding the high the cocaine gave him again. You noticed his eyes rolling back into his head as a bead of blood dribbled down from his nose.

Right as you were about to comment on the blood, Daniel began thrusting his hips again. Finally, that friction your pussy was craving was back, your head tipping back at the sensation. Just like before when he was riding the high from the cocaine, he set a brutal pace that you knew would make walking a chore the next day. But unlike before, there were so many guttural noises escaping Danny’s lips that he reminded you of a feral animal. 

At this point, your brain was starting to become so overwhelmed that you had to clamp your eyes shut to avoid sensory overload. Each snap of his lips produced a high-pitched whine from your throat, sounding pathetic to your own ears. Ashamed, you muffled the noises by taking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were biting down so hard that you were afraid of drawing blood.

Daniel didn’t take too kindly to this. 

With an especially deep growl, Daniel grabbed you by the throat, feeling all of his rings dig into your flesh. It wasn’t a gentle touch in any sense of the word. You knew that he had the strength to crush your windpipe in his grip and was just barely stopping himself from doing exactly that.

Your eyes flew open in surprise. His nose was inches away from yours, almost having to cross your eyes to focus on him. 

“Sing, darlin,” he growled. There was a predatory glint in his dark eyes, one that reminded you once more of exactly who you were dealing with. While you weren’t necessarily afraid for your life, you didn’t exactly want to press your luck. 

“Fuck yes, Daniel! Oh, fuck!” 

You didn’t think it was possible, but Daniel began pounding into you ever harder. You were beginning to fear your internal organs would liquify at this rate. However, that was merely a brief flash of a thought before your brain’s circuits were once again overloaded with sexual pleasure. 

While you were gasping out Danny’s name and seeing black spots start to make pockmarks in your vision, that’s when he spat directly onto your face. It was warm as it slowly dripped down your skin. It didn’t get the chance to cool before Daniel took his free hand and smeared it over your face before pushing his fingers back into your mouth. 

Blood. 

That’s what you tasted as he shoved his fingers down your throat so far it made you gag, chuckling darkly at your noise. That sharp metallic taste on the back of your tongue sent a surprising jolt of arousal straight to your core. You flicked your eyes away from the ceiling to Daniel’s face. Your suspicions were confirmed; his nosebleed had dripped all the way to his lips and was showing no signs of stopping. 

Not fully understanding your own actions and going on instinct alone, you threaded your fingers into Daniel’s curls and pulled him into your lips. You needed more of that rush, quickly becoming addicted to the thrills he was giving you. The kiss immediately turned sloppy and heavy, his hand relieving the slightest bit of pressure off your throat. 

Even as your circulation was returning to your brain, you felt you heard start to spin at the taste of his blood. That tension in your pussy was building again, a rubber band ready to snap. 

“Please,” you breathed out after pulling away enough. 

“Please what?” he hissed, a sly smile pulling at his lips. He knew exactly what you were asking but wanted to hear you beg. 

“Please daddy, please let me cum. I can’t take it much longer-” 

“Do it, princess. Make it a spectacle for me, you whore.” 

It was all you needed. Like the breaking of glass, you felt something in you shatter as you finally were able to feel that peak Danny had been dangling in front of you all night. The noise of pleasure that pushed its way from your chest was whiny and desperate. You felt your entire body turn into static as your vision whited out. 

You were vaguely aware of Daniel reaching for his phone, his flashlight turning on as he recorded a video of him pounding mercilessly into you. You felt a slight twitch in your core, understanding that She was into it but unable to give much after what just happened. 

“Fuck yeah, such a perfect slut for me.” Daniel’s tone was raspy as his hips began to stutter. A deep growl ripped from his throat before he went completely ridgid, feeling his cum spilling deep within you. 

His curls curtained in front of his face, the light from his phone pointed down at your body as his head was hung. You watched him pant for breath through your lashes, beads of sweat rolling down his body. 

After a moment, he pulled out of you. Both of you groaned at the unpleasantness of the feeling. Daniel pointed his camera down at your fluttering hole, feeling his cum drip out slowly. He stopped recording shortly after, the room going dark again with the absence of the flash. 

“I’m not paying fucking child support if you get knocked up.” 

That was the last thing Daniel spoke to you that night. However, it was far from the last time you would ever speak to him. 

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[that-darn-clown]

so. thought about something.

i know i've already got a Rewrite for Fnaf (that i adore), but...i thought of another way Fnaf could be rewritten that, in my opinion, would make it scarier and/or more dread inducing.

well...technically it's two things put together:

what if, instead of playing as a nightguard, you played as a child caught in the building after closing?

what if instead of the pizzerias all looking like they're still pretty decent (specifically looking at Fnaf 1 with this comment, considering that we know Somewhat Canonically it probably wasn't doing too great financially...like it's the smallest pizzeria and yet it still looks like a pretty popular place to take your kids. even though it doesn't seem like it would've been at that point), Fnaf 2 has the only pizzeria that still seems to be in its prime? the rest just look like liminal space looking places. think the way that the building looks in Fnaf 1 is similar to how it looks in that one fangame: the Graveyard Shift. like those vibes are what i'm going for.

like. let me set the scene for Fnaf 1, because i have the clearest image of the vibes for that game:

you are a child, likely no older than nine. for whatever unknown reason, you are left behind in an empty animatronic pizzeria place. it's clear that the animatronics are the most expensive thing here. the tables clearly reused from somewhere else, with their wear and tear being covered by confetti-patterned tablecloths. the chairs plastic, but colorful, with the fact that any adults can fit in them being a miracle. balloons decorate the place, but it's clear that they'll have to be replaced soon, given that some are sinking to the floor. confetti and streamers, as well as cups, puddles of soda and other various drinks, and even dropped pizza and cupcakes, litter the ground. the pizza is relatively decent. but it's the only place for kids to have fun that is affordable to your family.

there is an arcade, and it's the only place that feels relatively safe to you right now as you continue waiting, hoping that someone will come pick you up. the problem is that to get there, you'll have to pass by the Owner's Office....and you don't want to get in trouble for being here after closing; it's one of the rules, after all. but the place is still decently lit, and you've heard that people work here afterhours...you just need to wait for the nightguard, and then you can get out of here and head back home. you know the way, after all.

but as you explore around at night, you notice the animatronics moving. they don't hurt you...but once you get close enough to one of them, it makes an odd noise, almost seeming concerned that you're still here. then you hear something chilling, and something that seems to agitate the animatronic in front of you.

footsteps. shoes clicking against the tiled floor.

the animatronic stands defensively before you, and it gives you a clear indication that you need to hide. NOW.

and then you realize that this is what you've gotta do each night as you're here. hide. make sure you stay as undetectable as possible. the second you make a loud enough noise, you're in trouble, and will be the rest of the night. you hear someone approaching, and you've gotta constantly keep moving. as the nights go on, the "trigger sounds" become lesser and lesser. on the first two nights, the "trigger sound" has to be big, noticeable. slamming doors shut and knocking things over will get you noticed on night two. by night three, the sound of using doors, not even slamming them, will get you noticed. by night four, running will get you noticed. by night five, you better have learned how to sneak, and sneak well. regardless of the night, getting noticed by an animatronic is also counted as a "trigger sound," and the fact that the animatronics get more active, and thus are now easier to run into, does not help.

once a "trigger sound" has been made, you need to keep moving, and hide once you've gotten a good distance away from Him. hiding under tables, in dark rooms, in the bathrooms, even in the kitchen. but be warned, the more often you hide in a particular place, the more likely it is that He will check there first when you start hiding. don't screw yourself over.

darkness becomes more of a comfort to you than the light, though you do have the option of having a flashlight and turning on the lights in dark rooms. because even though it is easier to see things like hiding places and secrets in the dark, the presence of light makes it easier for you to be seen as well. so do you risk it? turning on a flashlight to see what lies in the shadowy corners of the building? turning on the lights in a dark room? knowing that you are also shining a beacon for your location?

the game includes a fear mechanic. the more fearful you are, the more your character shakes and trembles. it can cause you to trip, to drop whatever you're currently holding (which, depending on what you were holding, could make a loud noise), and to, seemingly, "hallucinate" things in the shadows. it is the only reason for light to be of use to you, to comfort your character.

you never see Him, the man pursuing you. you know it's the Owner, the only other person who would be in here before the Nightguard would be. but He is always in the shadows. whenever he is chasing the player, it's almost like they refuse to turn back to see him. if caught, all the player sees is the blur of where they have been grabbed and pulled back, and then a shrill, terrified scream. the "Game Over" screen just shows a missing poster, presumably of the protagonist. whether the child got killed or simply kidnapped is not clear. (but, considering it's Fnaf...i think the player could guess)

but, along with all of this, you discover secrets, mostly hidden in the shadows and rooms with cracks in the doors. missing posters with pictures of children, dated in the 80s. drawn pictures of crying children. newspaper clippings of events in the past of horrific circumstances surround Freddy's. the words "IT'S ME" scrawled on the walls as the desperate cries of the lost souls roaming the halls of Freddy's. in the shadows, animatronics appear to have blood covering their faces in the shadows, only for the blood to mysteriously disappear when light is shined on them.

the player has to survive all of this from 9:00 PM to midnight, waiting for the Nightguard to get there.

but those hours are gonna feel long to a young child. especially when they're scared for their life.

(tl;dr- Avoid Getting Caught By William Afton For Three Hours SImulator)

(like...think about it; part of the horror of Fnaf is the knowledge that there have been children murdered and shoved into suits, now haunting the halls of the pizzeria, looking for vengeance and freedom. wouldn't it technically be more terrifying to play as a young child, an outsider looking in, just trying to avoid Afton?? and if Freddy's looked more like an actual Chuck E. Cheese rip-off place? down to having cheap decorations and furniture?? Do You See My Vision???)

Holy shit why can I fucking hear this game in my head this is wild as shit

No kidding: this reminds me of this old place we used to go when I was little that I can barely find any mentions of online. It had two attractions: knock-offs of chuck e cheese skytubes and a rock climbing wall. I was too young for rock climbing, so I did the sky skytubes thing. I ADORED that place. It got shut down pretty quickly because, in retrospect, it was very unsafe.

But I was a very anxious child, and everywhere I would go, I would come up with a plan for if I got left behind after the place closed. So this concept feels like home to me <3

Note: upon further research of the place there is one in ohio?? Which I am not from???? And no mentions of a place where I'm from/near. Huh.

[mechwarrior-rose]

⚪💛🔫

(from @callsignpuppy)

Another fellow mercenary, and one who's also put in time on Solaris! Let me buy you a drink.

⚪ - I'll answer a little more about the Shadow Cat I piloted before I took my Ebon Jaguar.

I've always been partial to the Prime variant because of its Gauss rifle. Or maybe I love Gauss rifles because I started on a Shadow Cat Prime. Either way, it's a hell of a weapon to put on a medium 'Mech, even by Clan standards. With a steady hand at the trigger, it's a guaranteed honorable death for whoever's fool enough to turn their cockpit my way.

If there's anything I miss about that model, it's the jump jets. 180 meters of flight ain't bad by a long stretch. Every time I have to find some kind of 'Mech-passable means up some impossible elevation change, I get wistful about havin' left that maneuverability behind. But then I alpha strike a medium brawler to oblivion and remind myself why I traded up.

💛 - Another chance to talk about my Ebon Jaguar? Don't mind if I do.

When I was with the Genyosha, I had to paint her a lighter grey with black stripes. Reminded me too much of the original Smoke Jag colors. By contrast--and pretty high contrast at that--when she was "Razorclaw", fightin' for the Titans stables on Solaris, she was all bright blues and oranges, with decorative claws sprouting from the ends of the arm pods and spikes at just about every joint. Since then, I've toned down the paint job a bit, shifted the blues a bit back toward Delta Galaxy's livery, kept the orange down to a streak on each arm pod's cowling. Only a few of those foolish spikes have survived since I left Solaris. Maybe it's a bit superstitious, but I feel like when the last spike gets knocked off, it'll be a sign that I'm truly free from everyone who ever laid claim to me.

🔫 - I never did much training in fightin' outside a cockpit. I won my share of sibko brawls, but I lost plenty, too. That said, comin' out even in brawls within a Clan means I'm at a slight advantage when gettin' in a bar fight in the Sphere. Or that's how it used to be. Age might just be catchin' up with me.

I'm a fair shot with a pistol, and I keep a Nakjima strapped to my thigh in the cockpit and most places outside it. I've been lucky enough to not have to use it in self-defense.

[quokkahans]

Double Catfished! [Special Chapter]

A/N: Hello, J here! So, this special chapter serves as the alternate ending! In other words, how will the story go when Changbin would drink the mysterious shot.. For context, please read the previous parts. If you have or at least remember the plot, enjoy! ;)

WARNING: This fic contains feederism, and intentional weight gain which are all SAFE FOR WORK / SFW and in this chapter, obsessive behavior which can be triggering. If you are uncomfy with this type of story and/or its elements, please look away and scroll before the cut.

AO3 VERSION

FINALE (REAL ENDING) -- PART 2

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Should I drink it? Is it worth it?

These questions were flooding Changbin's mind before he thought over it and made a decision, although it seemed sketchy, there could be a reason behind it. After all, maybe it was just one of the bar's promos for new customers.. Nothing malicious can happen on the first date, right?

Even if it wasn't the bottle of soju Jisung ordered, the older boy thought he had more than enough room for a couple of shots so he decided to take it, thanking the waiter as he left.

"Fuck it, I've been holding myself back for just a shot.. It's no big deal.", the black-haired man muttered before drinking the contents of the small glass in just one go. Little did he know, Jisung got out of the bathroom just in time to see his boyfriend really fall for his trap, making him smirk.

The younger boy decided to hold off walking back to the table and buy his gullible boyfriend some time, watching his Binnie slowly get antsy with a couple of shots. Good thing he wasn't that visible while having a good view, bless the layout of this bar. But one thing needs to be discussed: how did this happen?

Remember when Han had to go to the bathroom, right? Well, that maniac didn't have to go to the bathroom since he requested an empty shot glass and mixed in vodka with something.. special, just to keep his special someone knocked out throughout the night and buying Jisung some time to make his plan flawless. After that, this brings us back to around 30 minutes after where the light-haired boy was just watching his date down the special "shot" and some additional shots when the soju bottle finally came plus some snacks he snuck, a dirty grin splayed on his face before he came back, acting like a fool (well, he is a crazy fool, so there's the point).

Upon seeing his lover, Changbin's eyes lit up and the alcohol must've been taking its course now.

God, he's such a lightweight...

Jisung thought before cooing softly, hearing the older whine. "Where were you, Sungieee? You took so longgg.. I thought you left me!", he pouted deeply before being shushed by Han.

"Ohh, my sweet sweet Binnie.. don't think like that! I just had to take a really long call, okay? Sorry for leaving you.."

The sweet tone just made Changbin more confused but it was too enticing not to contest it so he just nodded slowly and cling to the quokka boy just a little bit more. "Hmph, okay thennn.. You owe me some kisses!", he declared, as if it was a debt to be paid (but it was true) and to his surprise, the other complied and gave his boyfriend the needed kisses, making Bin blush furiously.

"Happy now?"

"Very. You're the besttt~"

The couple now took their time with some more shots being shared—mostly being given to Changbin since Jisung turned down those being offered to him, in the guise of helping his now-drunk boyfriend but in reality, the squirrel-like boy just wanted to watch how the older boy was falling deeper and deeper into his trap and in love. But then, they had to go since the bar was closing so a taxi needed to be called.

"Let's go, baby~ We need to go home for you to rest, you're so wasted now.", Jisung teasingly said to a very clingy Changbin who was mumbling somewhere between "Nooo, I wanna stayyy~" and "I-I'm not drunkkk!" before they got inside the taxi and that's where the dwaekki placed some drunken kisses on his lover's forehead and cheeks until they arrived at Jisung's place, with Bin still highly clingy and enamored.

Upon arriving, the baker helped his drunk boyfriend off the taxi before paying the fare and then carrying him bridal style to the bedroom. As Jisung checked back to see how Changbin was doing, the older boy was already fast asleep and slightly snoring much to the quokka's dirty grin as they were now settling in the bed.

"Finally.. I got you wrapped under my fingers, hm? If you knew how obsessed I am with you, but lucky for you, when you wake up.. you won't have any choice but to stay with me."

Those words were laced with sweet venom as Han let out a small, maniacal snicker before looking for his phone and taking pictures of the sleeping frame of his boyfriend.

Another playful giggle came out of Jisung's lips as he looked at the finished pictures. "So cute while sleeping.. How much more if he gets bigger and so cuddly? Ahh, such a thought~", he muttered before cuddling his lover.

Such a fool when it comes to love.

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It was a fun time for Changbin last night, he had his first date with the boy who he talked to for almost a year in an online dating app and recently dating as well. So nothing could go wrong after this, right?

Wrong.

When the dark-haired boy tried to get up, he felt like something was attached to his arms so Changbin opened his eyes slowly and stirred awake. What he saw made his whole soul awaken and almost separate from his whole body.

"Wha- Hello? Jisung?", the shorter boy struggled to unravel the handcuffs that were tied to his wrists, feet and the ends of the bed, the cold air poking through more than usual but when he looked at the mirror, Bin realized that he was half-naked. As much as Bin wanted to blush, it was really scary since he was basically trapped on all four limbs.

"Let me out!", he begged once more before footsteps were heard outside, making the boy sigh in relief before Jisung entered the room with an obsessive look towards his boyfriend.

"Well well well.. good morning~", the quokka smiled widely before walking closer to his lover and grabbing a handful of the older's heavier belly, shaking it subsequently. That shot already did some damage, making Bin's tummy a bit larger than usual.

"L-Let me out!", Changbin whined before trying his best to get his arms and ankles out of the handcuffs but it was no use, Jisung was totally in control now.

"Aww, why would I though? I wanted you to stay.. forever."

What happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend that the news writer once knew of? This wasn't the cute quokka that he met on the first date, he was a maniac! An obsessive maniac!

Changbin looked with horror on how his Hannie turned into such a monster, but this has to be a joke.. right? The news writer got agitated and his eyes got glossier by the minute.

"W-Was this your plan all along?! I thought you really loved me!"

"Oh, I do.. I really do! Just on the level you don't expect from me.."

Jisung got closer and caressed his lover's cheek, squishing it in the process but the older swatted his hand away, tears trickling in and heart breaking at his date's psychotic behavior. "Don't touch me!"

That made Jisung a bit sad, not going to lie, but the fact Changbin was so powerless made his ego just a little bit higher.

"And then what? You're going to talk your way into leaving me? Bin, I know you better than that.. You'd be such a dumbass if leaving all of this behind would be your first option!", the younger boy shook his head, eyes brimming full of tears.

"But I know you won't do that.. right? So what do you say?"

Bin was still silent, but inside, he was brimming with anger. It looked like such an easy decision but his heartstrings were tugged so strongly, it may have swayed him to the other side..

"Still can't make a decision? Poor Binnie.. Time is ticking, my love. Too bad, I prepared breakfast just for us and I can't let it go to waste."

Changbin's eyes widened softly, his mind and heart getting conflicted with each other but he couldn't let Jisung hanging.

So, he made the decision for himself. "F-Fine! I won't leave you.. just, let me out here please! I can't stand not hugging you..", the black-haired pouted before his boyfriend gave in and uncuffed him, the couple hugged together before Jisung pinched his chubby cheeks as they headed to the kitchen.

"Such a good boy, hm? Come on, you must be hungry~"

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"Look at you, my sweetheart~ You're getting bigger and bigger! Such a piggy for me, hm?"

2 years later, after love won out, Changbin didn't regret his choice. At first, it was hard but he got used to Jisung being obsessive because when you really love someone, you learn to be obsessed too.

But that wasn't the only thing that changed, even Bin's body. He doubled his weight in those years, the once chubby belly turned into a massive one that would jiggle with every step and hang over Changbin's enormous thighs, several rolls littered on each side and stretchmarks on his navel and all over the soft flesh. His chest melted into big breasts, and even if Jisung would grab it with his hands, it would still overflow.

The shorter boy's lower body wasn't safe though, as his already big ass got enlarged with fat and was a primary target for Jisung's groping habits.

But when you have a boyfriend who loves your curves and body, Changbin wouldn't even settle for less. He loved and will continue to love Jisung. For now, he'd just have to savor this moment, gorging on one of his huge meals.

"This piggy's obsessed with you~ Love you, my Sungie!"

"Love you too, my big baby."

== THE END !! ==

A/N: Whew! It felt like years since whipping up a new post so here you go! Thank me later ;).

Anyways, y'all can drop some suggestions or we can have a story RP! <3 Again, thank you for reading!

[spikeinthepunch]

okayyy i finished the new ending in Lisa the Joyful so yeah, heres another long Lisa post. this will more so have a short list of what i did and didnt like of the game since i know opinions are often mixed. but ill have a long focus talking about the new content compared to the rest of the game. and will later go on about characterization and writing in detail.

Also while you can find a no commentary video for the new ending, almost all uploads skip an earlier portion of it, so I uploaded it myself! with timestamps.

TW for uhh the same triggers- sexual, physical, verbal abuse mostly.

SO OKAY. Okay.

The brief on the main game....

What I did like:

I like the general story. I enjoyed the horror of watching more and more joy mutants arriving, even some of the warlords being joy mutants already, and normal characters like the uhh shelf vendor guy being a mutant. additionally things like wearing a mask mattering. i think it was important to too still have some weirdos bc thats one of the key things in displaying the cycle of these men's behavior. music always good too of course. i enjoy Buddy's internal conflict too and i dont mind here characterization-- its just the pacing. I actually liked the epilogues a bit more than what the endings actually told us lol... tbh they carry more weight in terms of giving us information about the past. But the ones that hit hardest are the ones where Lisa tells Buzzo to mutilate her so her father wont want her anyways. and the one with Brad's father forcing him to drink alcohol and go with him to lisa's room (to presumedly watch his father abuse lisa).

What i didn't like:

the "original" endings (not the new definitive one) were weak and i am sure most feel that way. I think actually the issue for me is the choice... cuz playing with joy? well i think the "stay with them" makes sense as she gets more fucked up and unstable (and assume addicted). the joyless route makes me feel like i should fittingly take the "leave them" ending bc she is mentally aware enough to know she still hates what happened to her and wants to leave them behind. the choices of them feel conflicting to the routes you might choose but you dont think about it bc there is no consequence to taking joy! the pacing of course is a big complaint. cuz see i dont think the story or writing is horrible i just think it needed to be longer in order to expand on all those things rushed through. the ideas would feel good if the pacing didnt speed through it. the Yado epilogue is fine too but i think just left more questions than answers than the endings themself so i would have rather done without it imo.

As stated i will go WAY more into the characters after I talk about this new stuff. I will talk heavily about what happens in it too so feel free to read this later if you dont watch it... but you really should look at the new Painful and Joyful content as they also kinda go together.

NEW CONTENT..... kind of new ending, it plays directly into it. Unlike Painful where it doesnt alter the actual ending content. and i will go over the normal endings a bit more in relation to this bc of how it affects pacing etc...

So On one hand I like what it added and on the other hand it wasnt great-- which all plays into the games already existing pacing issues. Which is a shame. i liked collecting the items, the meaning of the statues (n the dialog being the same as the Painful one), and the exploration leading up to the warlord fight. I chose not to fight the warlords because they were so damn strong and I like that there was recognition for not fighting back. Idk if i feel like there was a good reason for them to be there but I think it at least gives more meaning to the warlords since they didnt DO that much in the game other than to be killed. Most had barely anything to say.

For the bigger Secret at the grave for Lisa-- I liked this a lot too actually. Getting to hear from the guys their thoughts about Buddy that is from the assumed context theyre already dead here (w how Sticky's death is mentioned esp) is just kinda nice. The further content with Berny and Dusty, where Berny tells him to fight harder and to treat girls with aggression.... yeah that hits. The cycle of abuse really just continues huh. The rest of it is fine, I feel like it does give some better commentary on character's thoughts but it is quite short, and is left on a more metaphorical note with the flowering skull and whatnot.

Now is the part I see more conflict on AGAIN and I dont blame people for being conflicted about it. I didnt mind the way Buzzo talked about Brad in the original-- I dont think that writing was an actual excuse to Brad, I think it was just Buzzo trying to blame himself instead for everything (the new contents dialog with the sticky/rick/cheeks also had good to say on Brad's behavior and not excusing it but talking about the abuse of drugs in the context of that). I did feel that the conversation wasnt enough in the original though, to fully imply that he was talking like that or to give a better conversation on drug abuse. Buuut here we are w the extended new dialog with Buzzo. I did like how he started getting more depressed and angsty about Lisa! And the comment "she would have loved it here" is interesting bc i feel the implication is that she would have loved being in a world where all these men are now gone. but let me move onto the rest bc like, that matters the most here.

woof okay. So Buddy goes off when Buzzo says that which i get. However this conversation falters in the same way the whole game does. Buddy gets a LOT of talking time here. And she kind of keeps going in a way that really doesnt feel plausible you know? The new stuff added more connection between her and Lisa but its not enough to make us think she should be defending Lisa. I think there couldve been a neat exploration of all this comparing to Lisa but Joyful doesnt have that time. While I cant claim it, Buddy's rant kiiinda feels like a rant from behind the scenes with how less in character it feels. Buzzo is made far more pathetic and I don't disagree with this realization that he'd dissolve into a little pathetic man, again the game just doesnt have the time to make it work better.

and dont even get me started on Buddy's inconsistent opinion on Brad... this is like, annoying and I mentioned it in relation to the ending choices. After this new dialog rant Buddy sounds like she is forgiving Brad/coming to realize things about him that gives her more understanding. And i think that is fine BUT the issue is that right after talking to Buzzo the game returns as normal and when she sees mutant Brad approach, she reacts with genuine upset at seeing him and comments how she never wanted to see him again :/

I know at this point there is no way they could have "salvaged" Joyful for this release-- that would be too much and I dont think itd be right to get rid of the old endings entirely (Painful didnt, nor did the new content change anything about it). Its a shame- some of it was good. some of it i think they just shouldnt have done (the end buzzo fight) because it just conflicted more/kind of highlights the pacing problems. if anything i think leaving out that buzzo rant would have made the rest of that feel like it did help the pacing because it gave a pause between the ending of the game. anyways.

CHARACTERIZATIONNNN

righto. i think i covered pacing enough so i will try and leave that out of every comment i make here lol.

So like, I dont have a problem with Buddy's intentions in the game exactly. Her actions in many ways make sense... at least I would say that its fine she is very violent. That is literally the main thing Brad taught her whether or not you look at the start scene of Joyful, it reflects in how she would always be told how dangerous the world is too. The pace of course, makes this all happen so fast.

And of course the biggest hit that I think turns off many is how much talking there is. I certainly love hearing more from characters, Brad was quiet because he was brad, yet no one else needs to be quiet too so i think thats fine. But with Buddy's life it seems like she should have been quiet until her mental state and mindset shifted due to her treatment and justification of violence. even in Painful she seems relatively quiet and Joyful takes place right after pretty much.

In terms of others-- Rando is fine, like hes not that bad. We didn't know him all to well and what we know of Dusty i expected him to be a nice kid, esp w the whole adopted thing. But his back and forth with Buddy was more annoying w how short the game was (doing things, wanting to run to the other place and being stopped for a scene at the campfire by force. repeat.) I did like the whole deal with his friends and later his death too. Buzzo so i dont completely hate buzzo minus the fast jump in the new content. but he was pretty unhinged in Painful and to see it completely drop seemed wrong. i do think it make sense he probably felt loads of guilt for brad... but we just again, didnt get enough time with these characters.

Other characters? Well i mentioned it above but the warlords did NOT get much of any character. Which sucks bc if those parts alone had been extended (their area being longer or more full of interactions) i think it would have helped the game too. In terms of the other antagonist, Bolo, considering he was new for this game I think he was just fine. His role was small in a good way and honestly when he did appear it was for good moments that worked. The whole scene with him, Rando, and Buddy where Buddy tries to save Rando was probably my favorite part lol? Simply bc i think it worked well for all of their characters. For all of them I think it was my favorite moment of characterization-- Buddy's choices to drop or hold him both work for her i think. And yikes, disgusting moment with Bolo. And I will be real, I think Joyful needed that. The game was short so i wouldnt have wanted more but, Painful had it uncomfortable and gross moments and I think that is important to an extent of really pushing the importance of narrative and experiences of Buddy (and reflecting Lisa).

uhhhhh yeah i think thats most of what I can say. iirc i wasnt around for the old kickstarter but Joyful was a stretch goal right? and i heard Austin isnt exactly happy with it either? its really really a shame that it was a stretch goal that felt forced. I get why it was a tempting goal for people but.... it just sucks bc its clear that is why this game turned out the way it did. i wonder often if him not doing much else with the series is simply bc joyful had to be the "conclusion" and its not one hes exactly happy with either. tbh the series could have just been Painful and it would be fine. but if Joyful wasnt a DLC i imagine it would have been likely we'd see a full fledged sequel instead and it sucks it had to go that way. i definitely dont hate the creator for it but itsucks for everyone that even the additions in Definitive cant fix what happened already with that game.

[wolfverse-stories]

It's the end of the world as we know it (And I'm not fine)

(Reverse Robins / Zombie au)

Chapter 4

     "West get up," Damian said softly kicking Wally in the shoulder.

     "Good morning to you too" Wally grunted pushing himself off the ground. Everyone else was already awake gathering everything into the bags.

      "We need to get moving" Damian urged as Wally got to his feet.

     "Okay," Wally nodded gathering the rest of the stuff.

     "I'll carry" Cass offered looking over at Dick.

     "No I'm fine" He smiled holding his elephant "I can walk just like everyone"

     "K" Cass smiled giving her younger brother a pat on the head.

In Gotham

     Tim stood on a large building looking down at the streets below. The infected were everywhere. One mistake today and he was a goner. He shook his head clearing away those thoughts. He would not fail, he needed to get to that cave no matter what. Tim swung overhead moving as quickly as he could reaching the end of the city limits. The problem was getting to the cave. There were no buildings he could swing from meaning he'd have to touch down.

     "Now or never" Tim muttered to himself slipping down a fire escape. Luckily the Zombies seem too preoccupied feasting to notice as he moved quietly down the street towards the entrance of the bat cave. A click went off as he opened the hatch catching the swarm's attraction. Tim quickly jumped inside closing the door behind him. He let out a breath of relief once the door clicked shut, only to realize that he wasn't safe in here either.

Meanwhile

     The group had stopped by a Small spring to wash off and get a drink. Steph was busy washing to mud and blood out of her hair while Cass watched Dick play around in the water. Damian sat in the shade keeping watch. Wally sat next to him watching the water rush down the rocks.

      "You need to eat," Damian said pushing a bag of food toward him.

     "I already ate" Wally protested pushing the bag back towards Damian.

     "Not enough I see you sneaking food onto everyone else plates," Damian said meeting his gaze.

     "I'm fine, it does you guys more good than me" he argued looking away "I'm just not that hungry"

     "West you're a speedster" Damian frowned "You can't afford to be giving away your food"

     "I'm not going to let the rest of you starve because of my stupid metabolism" Wally glared at the ground.

     "We're fine" Damian lied pushing the bag back to Wally "Now eat, or I'm going to force this down your throat"

     "Fine," Wally said taking a piece out of the bag and slowly eating it. After a few seconds, he started to chuckle.

     "What's so funny?" Damian asked tilting his head.

     "Just think back to when you were Robin, if you had tried to make me eat something I would have been 90% sure it was poisoned" Wally smiled.

     "Shut up and eat" Damian glared.

In Gotham

     Tim raised his gun shooting at the corpses. Trying to ignore the twisted feeling in his gut, these had once been his friends and family. He just kept shooting them down like they were just average street trash. No amount of therapy was going to fix this. When the smoke cleared there was one Zombie left standing.

     Roy Harper, his best friend. The guy who was always crashing on Tim's couch. The guy who helped bring him back from the edge, who was supposed to be the best man at his wedding.

     "I'm sorry" Tim closed his eyes pulling the back trigger.

     "Grrrr" the Zombie lunged forward as Tim released the trigger.

     "Bang" He didn't have to open them to know that the bullet had hit its mark the blood splattered all over his jacket was proof enough. Tim ripped his jacket off tossing it to the side as he collapsed to his knees.

     "I'm sorry" Tears ran down his cheeks as he buried his face in his hands "I'm so sorry"

Meanwhile

     "You need to get some sleep" Wally urged walking up next to Damian "I'll take watch"

     "As if you look like you could pass out at any minute" Damian scuffed trying to hide his concern.

     "I'm fine" Wally rolled his eye "You however need to get some sleep"

     "And why is that" Damian challenged.

     "Because you're our leader you need to keep your mind sharp, besides you can't scold someone for not taking care of themselves, then turn around and do the same thing" Wally crossed his arms. Damian wanted to argue so bad but the urge to sleep was even greater.

     "Fine" Damian gave in "but wake me up in two hard"

     "Whatever you say big bird" Wally responded with absolutely no intention of waking him up because if Damian wasn't putting up a fight he really needed sleep.

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[quodekash]

gosh darnnit im tired 

in other words: time for my weekly ramblings about a bl where im mildly interested in the main couple but the side couple means more to me than anything and no i will not stop talking about them 

slight warning, there will be one mention of sa and one mention of murder/suicide (both of which are my personal speculation about particular situations, and there’s no detail apart from the word being mentioned). i also discuss/ramble to myself about mental health problems, and alcohol abuse. so if any of those things are triggering for you in any way, please be cautious about reading this, take necessary precautions, and if it’s particularly distressing, i urge you to call a local hotline for these kinds of emergencies. i care about all of you and your health and safety, whether i know you or not, and if you ever need to talk about anything at all, lemme know, my ask box and my dms are always open. 

anyway, on with the show! 

if you haven’t figured it out yet, this is... 

MY THOUGHTS ON EPISODE 4 OF ABAAB 

(if youre new here, it will literally be all of my thoughts on everything while im watching it bc i feel like im annoying my friends with my ramblings so instead ill annoy all of this circle of tumblr. and it will probably not be coherent. youre welcome.) 

i’m obsessed with his little ‘cher is so cute’ smile 

THATS HOW I FEEL ABOUT LITERALLY THIS EXACT POST 

dONT YOU DARE DO A PATPRAN 

that’s real insightful, cher. id never thought of that one before. the statement really gets me thinking. 

are you- are you saying what i think you’re saying? or am i more dirty minded than i thought 

his hair is extra curly today and its veyr pretty 

the curls are giving charlie spring vibes from the side 

i would like to touch his hair please 

the fact that covid exists in this universe is weirdly funny to me 

yup that sounds about right. no one rly cares about covid anymore when the entire world is ending 

YAY HE’S FINALLY OPENING UP TO HIM 

that freaking sucks tho 

and what’s worse is it’s very likely tian was r*ped 

WHY DO ALL THE HAPPY FEEL-GOOD SHOWS HAVE TO HAVE SAD DEATH BACKSTORIES BEHIND 50% OF THE FREAKING CHARACTERS 

GUN (msp)’S DAD IS DEAD AND HIS MUM SPENDS HALF THE SHOW LOW-KEY DYING (and i swear if they do something to gim in our skyy 2 im gonna fly to thailand and have some words with people) 

AYAN’S DAD LEFT, HIS UNCLE DIED 

THUA’S DAD DIED 

HALF THE CHARACTERS IN THE ECLIPSE HAVE DIAGNOSED DEPRESSION AND THE REST OF THEM ARE UNDIAGNOSED BUT ITS DEFINITELY THERE 

HERE, JACK HAS DEPRESSION (and i rly hope they go into that more in depth later in the show bc he intrigues me. if they dont go into it more then im writing a way too in depth analysis post of jack) 

AND NOW FREAKING CHER’S FRIEND/CRUSH FROM CHILDHOOD IS FREAKING DEAD AND HER BODY WAS FLOATING IN A POND WHICH DOESNT RLY LEAD TO ANY IMMEDIATE THOUGHTS OF A NATURAL DEATH WHICH MEANS IT WAS PROBABLY MURDER AND/OR SUICIDE WHICH MAKES IT EVEN FREAKING WORSE 

i knew it was too good to last. the over-confident, cocky, funny, sassy/sarcastic people are generally the most messed up, they just hide it via humour and feigned confidence (i am most certainly not one of these people at all) 

cher stop drinking, you’re gonna hurt yourself. also the alcohol might feel like it’s lifting the burden of thinking and stops you from worrying about everything thats happening, but itll come rushing back to you when you’re sober and worse because youll have a hangover, and it’s only a temporary fix, drinking only works for a couple of hours. you need a more permanent fix, cos if you keep turning to alcohol, itll turn into addiction and substance abuse and dependency, none of which are good, all of which are much harder to get out of than they are to get into. so yeah, just chill with the drinking a little bit. i get that you need to let it all out and you need to not feel for a bit, and that’s totally okay, but you need to make sure you’re not over-indulging yourself. otherwise youll be very ill in the long-term, both physically and mentally 

PFFFT THIS WAS THE PERFECT SHOT TO END IT ON 

final thoughts: 

theyve both said things that make absolutely no sense in context unless theyre confessions of feelings, and yet theyre definitely gonna continue to do the “what if he doesnt like me back” thing even tho its SO CLEAR to LITERALLY EVERYONE they have feelings for each other 

theyve gotten so close to kissing this episode and yet they havent which is sad, but also at least they have kissed at one point before getting to the point where they COULD have kissed a grand total of siXTY-SEVEN TIMES- (shut up im not talking about tinngun what are you talking about. .....but also if you wanted to see that post where i count out all of the times tinngun didn’t kiss...) 

very sad with the complete and utter lack of threezo in this episode. actually, it’s not even a lack of threezo. neither of them even appeared in the episode. neither was even mentioned. they (i.e. the characters, the creators of the show) are all acting like threezo AREN’T the most important characters in this entire show 

i love threezo 

where is threezo 

or is it zothree

either way i dont mind bc i love them 

where was i 

oh right 

this episode was pretty good, very emotional, i definitely didnt cry what are you talking about (who am i kidding, eveyrone knows i cried three times, you dont even need me to tell you) 

im excited for episode 5 

that is all, thank you and goodnight 

[subliminalbo]

Content Warnings and Other Useful Information

Oh hi there, welcome to my blog! If you're following me then you already know what to expect here. That's my bad! I should have posted this a long time ago. The way I see it, the content warning pinned to the top of my blog is simply meant to be a quick and informational warning for anyone just stumbling in here who doesn't want to see this shit. I tried to hide my homepage behind a physical warning message that you'd have to click out of to continue, but I couldn't get it to just show up on the homepage alone so here we are.

First, Some More About The Content Here

This is a hypnokink blog. All of the stories published on this page feature some form of mind control and, given the nature of the fetish, non-consensual sex in these stories is common. I've included this on the sticky for my page because it's the most common trigger warning present and is probably fair to expect in any of these stories.

I do label individual posts if they feature less frequent trigger warnings such as suicide. If there's any content that you feel I've failed to label, please reach out to me and I'll update accordingly.

That being said, I'm going to shift to the kind of content that I will not write, because I think it's easier than guessing at what kind of content could show up in my stories.

I focus primarily on fantasy and science fiction forms of mind control, I do not write stories that can occur in reality. This means that a character will never fall into a trance from a drink spiked with "hypno potion" or something.

This may be an odd distinction to make, but it's related to the first point. I will never write non-consensual sex outside of a mind control scene. It's all non-consensual, but that's a different kind of kink that I do not want to explore.

I do not write celebrity fanfiction. All characters featured in the various series on this blog are fictional.

I don't censor much of my language at all, but I will not use the feminine c-word. It's unpleasant and I do not like reading it in my hypno porn captions.

I don't practice real-life hypnosis and have no interest in doing so. I will never share images, gifs, sound files, or videos with the purpose of triggering someone.

Additionally, I will never ask for acts of obedience such as reblogs and copy/paste mantras. Shit's corny at best, predatory at its worst.

Some More About Interactions

I like interacting! I'm very big into writing as a collaborative process and I do my best work when I'm bouncing ideas off of people. It's also just nice to know when people are reading, following plots, and generally enjoying what I put out here. That being said, this is an adults only blog and I will not interact with folks who do not have an age listed on their profile.*

Of course, feel free to reach out to me if you do. I might even feel inclined to write more of your favorite series if I feel like that's what people want. I suck like that, I guess.

I don't get a ton into politics in my hypnokink space, but I am a proud member of the DSA and moving further left every day. It's not necessarily an automatic DNI if you're a conservative but I will not tolerate or interact with blogs that share transphobic, homophobic, racist, or other bigoted content or opinions. If you're one of those dudes who does caption manips of female politicians "put in their places" you can just fuck right off, my guy.

There's a lot of, by design, morally objectionable material in this community, so it's important for me to be a positive force outside of these stories. I enjoy your comments, but I do not interact with creepy shit. I don't want to know what you would do if Barbara Palvin was your slave.

I do take requests, but I require that you have your age in your blog. I also reserve the right to refuse any request and to stop taking requests if I just don't want to do them anymore.

Anyway, defund the police, pro-choice, health care is a human right, something about how the military dehumanizes children I don't really have a pithy slogan for this belief I just think it really sucks that we celebrate when an eighteen year old child signs up, and also I DNI with TERFS, though I feel like there's not a lot of crossover.

Some More About Using My Stuff

The short of it is I don't really care what you do with my manips. I obviously didn't take the pictures so I don't claim ownership of anything related to the manips. If you reuse something, just let me know, I literally do not care, unless it's being used for the aforementioned creepy shit.

Generally I don't mind if you caption a reblog. Again, the creepy shit rule applies.

Most of the characters featured in the Romero canon are my own, with a few exceptions that I will note when relevant. I do not role play, but if you're interested in writing something in Romero let me know. I'll be happy to bounce ideas and will even help edit if you'd like. I have an English degree and I like using it.

Just don't ask me to finish your hypno fanfiction for you THIS IS A THING THAT HAS HAPPENED MULTIPLE TIMES TO ME DON'T FUCKING DO IT Y'ALL THIS IS WHY I CLOSE REQUESTS

*I'll likely make an exception if you followed me from Deviantart and have your age listed on your profile there, but you should really add your age to your Tumblr.

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun’s Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 33

There was the sound of Shuza putting down his pen.

"Yeah, I guess this report is okay. Thanks, Daine… Daine?"

"What's wrong? You seem absent-minded."

"…………"

Daine threw himself onto the couch as usual, but he had a slightly troubled expression on his face.

"I saw something crazy."

"Huh? What did you see? Whose?"

"The kid."

"Is something wrong with Owl?"

Daine hesitated on how to explain what he had "seen."

It was a future that they themselves hadn't considered.

He had "seen" the image of that grand prediction racing through Owl's mind.

Or perhaps, he had been "shown" it.

"He… he predicted what that old man is planning…"

"Really? He predicted his intentions? He's quite clever, isn't he?"

"No, it's not like that at all."

Daine sat up and repositioned himself.

"…The hole left by the Cattle Trading Company is huge. An entity that will fill that void will definitely appear. And that 'newly emerging trading company' is likely the old man's main target."

"What do you mean?"

"So, they crushed Cattle and replaced it?"

"That's right. If we were to meet this old man again, he would be standing next to the head of the trading company that started business in place of Cattle in this city… That's the kid's prediction."

"Wow, so does that mean 'powder' will spread in this city again?"

"It's not just that."

This city, Sansa, is the gateway of trade.

If they were to gain control of Sansa through a new trading company, they could extend their influence to the two southern countries and even the capital of this country.

Gradually and steadily manipulating several countries from behind the scenes, they may even obtain control over the world.

The path to world domination.

That was Owl's "prediction," or rather delusion.

It was a terrifyingly ambitious and unreasonable plan, but it didn't seem impossible. Sansa City had already been greatly affected. Their reach had even extended to the branch manager of the Adventurer's Association.

It might already be happening.

"The kid thought that they intentionally refined the 'powder' to have addictive properties. It also served as a means to raise funds and increase pawns. It was an added bonus that weakened national power."

"…………"

"'Powder' is just the trigger. Every city has its secrets. If you can control them, it's as good as having everything. Isn't that right, Aki?"

"That's true. Those in the back alleys are easily manipulated."

Everyone fell silent at Aki's words, who was originally a street urchin.

In this short amount of time, did he really predict all of that? With that round and fluffy reddish-brown head?

Even though he couldn't even read, everyone wondered what was going on in his head.

"Did Owl really think about all of that?"

"Even if I thought about it, would you believe me?"

"Ha… I thought he was shocked by the butler's story."

"He was shocked. But afterwards, his thoughts took a leap in an outrageous direction. He kept repeating to himself, 'This is just a delusion.'"

"But to think it would extend to political influence. Even though he didn't receive any education."

"It's quite an insightful perspective, like those 'shadows of the king.'"

"Even the mighty nation of Cynthia has fallen."

By bringing up a famous tale, Nove implicitly pointed out that "there is nothing impossible in this world."

A sigh escaped from someone's lips without anyone noticing.

"I hope he'll talk to me someday."

"I agree."

There is a world that we don't know.

And surely, that grumpy-faced boy knows it.

This time, we touched a small part of it.

However, there is nothing more we can do about this matter. If we submit a report, this special request will be fulfilled.

We'll just go back to our usual adventurer life.

Smoothly, Aki took out a bottle of alcohol.

"Drink and forget."

"Alright, I'll do that."

"Wait! You can't forget!"

"At least, I want the lord or the 'envoy' to be careful in selecting a new company to join."

"If that's the case, there's a good person. Look, at the appraisal office…"

"It's 150 years old? Where did you get this thing, Aki?"

"I won't tell you. Just drink it."

"Tch, I'll let it slide because of the deliciousness of your snacks."

"Give me some too!"

It would be only a little while before the two who got out of the bath were surprised by the enthusiastic feast that had started as a distraction.

[From the next time, it will be from the protagonist's perspective.]

[vatt-world]

scriptt-- comedy

[Scene: Inside a bustling store, a neon sign flashes "Dollar Days" and "Free Money Promotion."]

Boss: (excitedly) What's with the sign, Jim?

Jim: (eagerly) Remember yesterday when I stumbled upon my old man's stash of 5000 single dollar bills while fixing my teeth?

Boss: (intrigued) Go on.

Jim: Turns out, Dad left behind a whole load of cash. I wanna make it rain with a money gun!

Boss: (grinning) Now that's a plan. Hit the bank, Jim. We need stacks of singles for this.

[Jim rushes off as the boss puts up a sign that reads "Free Money - Dollar Days - Come On In."]

Boss: (to himself) Let's get this cash party started.

[Later, Jim returns with the money gun, but it's not working.]

Jim: (frustrated) Boss, the money gun's jammed!

Boss: (impatiently) Quit messing around and fix it.

Jim: (frantically) I've been trying, but this lock's been acting up all day!

Boss: (exasperated) We don't have time for this. I need those bills flying. Think, Jim!

[Jim pauses, then grins mischievously.]

Jim: (excitedly) I got an idea. Remember those 5000 silver dollars Dad left? Let's fire those up instead!

Boss: (impressed) That's quick thinking, Jim. Let's make it rain silver!

[As the silver dollars cascade through the air, the customers cheer and scramble to grab the shiny coins.]

Boss: (to Jim) Now, go get those steaks for the barbecue. We've got a celebration to attend!

[The scene fades out as the store fills with laughter and the clinking of coins.]

[Jim returns from the bank with stacks of silver dollars, loading them into the modified money gun.]

Jim: (grinning) Boss, it's silver dollar time!

Boss: (nodding approvingly) Let's light it up!

[Jim pulls the trigger, and the silver dollars shoot out with a satisfying clatter, filling the air with glinting coins. The customers cheer even louder, diving to catch the unexpected windfall.]

Boss: (laughing) Now, that's what I call a show!

[As the silver dollars rain down, Jim heads out to grab steaks for the barbecue. The celebration continues, with the store buzzing with excitement and the scent of sizzling meat.]

Boss: (to Jim) You're a genius, Jim. This promotion's a hit!

Jim: (grinning) Just doing my part to keep the cash flowing, boss.

Jim: (returning with a tray of sizzling steaks) Steaks are ready, boss!

Boss: (grinning) Perfect timing, Jim. Let's keep this party going!

[As the customers dig into the delicious barbecue, the atmosphere remains lively and upbeat, with laughter and conversation filling the air.]

Boss: (to Jim) You know, Jim, I think we might have to make Dollar Days a regular event. What do you say?

Jim: (smiling) I'm all for it, boss. After all, who doesn't love free money and good food?

we are starting money daze we have free money promotion what is this sign boss yested i found my father me 5000 single dollar bills in the hole and i was fixing my teeth and found my father left monet i want u to go to bank and get dollar bills so that i can use money gun

put up free money sign

free money dollar days come in

this money gun is jammed

its not working

stop messing and open this up

this lock is broken all day

i dont operate well under pressure

here is 5000 silver dollars

fire up the money

get me those stakes

//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Title: Intervention

[Scene: A dimly lit room with a group of friends gathered around, concern etched on their faces.]

Mark: (exasperated) How could you sleep with her, Buck?

Buck: (defensive) It was the alcohol, guys. I didn't mean for it to happen.

Jenny: (shaking her head) He would be devastated if he found out.

Tom: (sighing) We need to address this. Buck, you're spiraling. We're at a distillery, drinking in the morning, and you're still in your clothes from last night.

Buck: (stubbornly) Pigs don't fly, but sometimes they do.

Mark: (firmly) Buck, you have a drinking problem.

Tom: (trying to be supportive) Maybe it's time you got into a hobby, something to distract you. Like playing piano.

Jenny: (encouragingly) Let me teach you a song or something.

Buck: (suddenly serious) Guys, I've got a serious situation here.

Mark: (nodding) We've decided we need an intermission, an intervention.

Tom: (concerned) Who told you he has a drinking problem?

Jenny: (determined) I'm going to send him to a deprogramming camp. Nobody wants to lead, but we really need to address this.

Buck: (defiantly) I'm not drunk. And I didn't sleep with Amy.

Mark: (skeptically) Then how did you end up with her number last night?

Tom: (trying to diffuse the tension) Let's have a beer to celebrate our friendship, huh?

Jenny: (frustrated) What the heck, guys? This isn't a joke.

Buck: (painfully) It hurts, okay? But it's not you, it's me. I'm getting old, life sucks.

Tom: (sympathetically) Hair starts to fall out. Have you tried Propecia?

Mark: (trying to lighten the mood) Come on, guys. We all sleep with everybody. Women, men, it's not a big deal.

Buck: (reflectively) It's not just that. It's the boring life. I need to feel alive again.

Jenny: (encouragingly) Then let's go hang out. You can feel young again.

Tom: (excitedly) I'm going to teach you some dance moves. Music enters the body, you know?

Mark: (nodding) Listen to the beat. That's the freestyle, very organic.

Buck: (apologetically) I'm sorry, guys. I'm just feeling a bit cracked.

Tom: (grinning) Crack-a-lackin'!

Jenny: (determined) I've got a doctorate in partying, and I'm not giving up on you, Buck.

Buck: (noticing Amy) Hey, Amy. I love this song.

Amy: (coldly) I left my number in your wallet. Keep on rocking.

Mark: (pleading) Please, just go away.

Tom: (trying to smooth things over) He didn't mean it, Amy.

Tom: (placing a hand on Buck's shoulder) How are you holding up, buddy?

Buck: (sighing) Honestly, Tom, I'm still trying to process everything. It's like I've been living in a haze, and today was a wake-up call I didn't see coming.

Tom: (nodding sympathetically) I get it, Buck. But the important thing is that you're facing it head-on now. You're not alone in this, remember that.

[Buck looks at Tom, grateful for his friend's unwavering support.]

Buck: (smiling faintly) Thanks, Tom. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

Tom: (grinning) You'd probably be lost in a sea of bad decisions, my friend. But lucky for you, we're here to keep you on course.

[Buck chuckles, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders as he shares a moment of camaraderie with Tom.]

Buck: (teasingly) Yeah, yeah. I owe you one, Tom. Maybe I'll even let you teach me those dance moves you were talking about earlier.

Tom: (brightening) Now you're talking! We'll have you busting a move in no time.

how could u sleep withher she is taking it was the alcohol he would be devasted

it is distellery over here

drinking in the morning sleeping in ur clothes

pigs dont fly but sometimes they do buck has drinking problem

u get into a hobby

maybe a play piano

let me teach a song or something

i got a serious situation

we have decided we need a intermission /intervention

who told he hasdrinking

im going to send de programming camp no body wants to lead reallybelt it iused have a obsessive problem

im not drunk

and slept amy

u got her in one nite

have a beer to celebrate

what the heck

it hurts bad

its not u

its me

im old

im getting old

life sucks

hair starts to fail out propecia

u guys sleep everybody women , men

its not

its boring life

i need to see it

im going to hang out

im young again

im going to talk about dance moves

music enter the body

listen to the beat

thats the freestyle

very organic

im sorry

thats crack a lacklic

i got a doctorate in partying

hey amy

i love this song

i leftmy number in ur wallet

keep on rocking

please go away

he didnt mean it

/////////////////////////////

this customer appreciation someis taking the coffeemate

one year death of my father

as we know we fell front of this aisle

where are we putting ashes i got nobody

what impact i have made

scenario mother or cew who will who will kill u

when things are disappearing

/////////////////////////////////////

/////////////////////////////////////

imnot really businessman a while i won five cows inpoker game

mouth needfresh meat

organic cut out the middle men

sell own meat i feel good

what if its a freshest if possible

slaughter right infront of them and cook

they can in future

i have a really a big day

i have a pilot program

im going to get skates

im invoved in bromance

freshest beef u want

what do want .fresh lion

right into the brain

im swing in the middle

im osrry take ur life

i feel sick to my stomach

whats go on

we areslaughtering the cow and sell

the united states dept of argicultre

we will get approval and sell our own meat

im at usda

wow

serving hamburgers on roller skates

let me show u around

suckin each other energies

i didnt get the part

/////////////////////////////////////

they found a finger

im going

they are sue

this is a sham

its not a finger

its sausage

its chicken

its rubber

we can build our own store

we can build a grocery empire

we are going to go public

we will be publicly traded company

we will stock ticker

we will implement 24 hour shift

just need to store for 2 hr

i have a skate

eating time is fun

i want to have a heart

//////////////////////////////////////////// taking photos of boss

promotional calendar

historical figures

paul revere

horse is extension of u think like a man

sex sells

u are mad at this woosies

show triceps

show biceps

imnot wearing this dress

here is the calendar cover

this is not history..this is blistery

get it signed by calendar girl

what not to like of it

take it compliment

he was the guy who invented kite

im a illegal alien,myvisa is expiring

u lied the store

u are hiring illegal immigrant

i got hot pockets for lunch

///////////////////////////////////////

im rolling the prices to before renaissance period

give me

there is no tooth paste back then

roll back prices

this is best promotions

i dont think we dont get bonus

i need bonus

o get beer old style

i got wheel problems

we are going to get food on wheels

//////////////////////////////////////

[khalessi-aline]

Life just sometimes gets to me so much.

I feel like I can't breathe with how hard everything is sometimes.

There is just so much pressure to keep this family afloat and its never met with any kind of recognition or acknowledgement.

Just, what's the plan for food? Can you send me $20. What's the plan for groceries? Well, didn't you get paid? Well send me some money so I can do this, this, this. So you're going to pay the rent.

No don't tell me what you're stressed about because even though I'll ask you, I don't want to face the truth of what it is. I'll scream and blame you and remind you we're married so you have an obligation to do this, I'll remind you that I stuck with you during your depression and anxiety episodes, did I help you during those...well no not really. Did I in fact contribute to the problem and add to the triggers sending you into a tailspin, YES, YES I DID. But let's not discuss that too deeply because I stayed, I stayed with you. I didn't leave no matter what your emotional rollercoasters were or how evil you acted, yes I called you, the woman I supposedly love "evil." Many times and I will again.

I tell you one thing and show you another. I delight in your tears and in your pain. I claim to not trust you and the truth is, I don't trust you, I can't fully trust you because I sense my hold weakening. I sense behind your tears and your screams a backbone that wasn't there before. So I sharpen my claws to dig them in deeper, hoping if I can rake through and shred what's left of your soul, you'll continue to cling to this brand of crazy, continue to find comfort in the whirlpool of chaos and instability, because it's all you know, all you believe you deserve, all you believe you're worth.

But at the end of it, I'll ask you for $20, for $35, remind you to send me money to wash clothes, tell you I need gas money, money for medicine, we need groceries, berate you for wasting your money on makeup, or drinks at the bar with the friends I haven't met and therefore haven't approved or or had a chance to spin a narrative to. I'll look for opportunities to tell you you're not a wife and the marriage (such as it is) is unacceptable to me even as you support me, the child I helped create, yourself, and the dogs I agreed to and helped adopt.

And when I see you crumbling and ask what's wrong, my defense is two pronged:

If you're honest, I'll accuse you of taking credit for everything and accusing me of doing nothing.

If you lie and say nothing, I'll accuse you of lying to me and destroying whatever trust is left.

[musingbymunelite]

Productive Day

Today was spent in a chaotic mess.

Pulling everything out of my closet, I attempted to Marie Kondo the shit out it.

People always reference Marie Kondo when it comes to organization or downsizing items, whether it's in jest or seriousness. You know what though? After reading her book, it left a lasting impression on me. Like why not? The idea of surrounding yourself with only the things and people that really "sparks joy" in you is just beautiful.

Why wouldn't I want to wake up every day surrounded by items that just glancing at, makes me feel happy. Going through my day, socializing, using certain items, that brings a smile to my face. That bolster of good vibes will counteract any negativity I may encounter that day.

I think it's about time that I really take an active role in ignoring the negativity that surrounds me and just carry on doing what makes me happy. I'm tired of constantly hearing from people how I should be, how I should feel, what I should do, why am I eating this or that. It's unbelievable how much people try to direct me on even the simplest things like what drink I should be ordering. Why? Just because I don't really care to speak up? I also get crap for that as well.

It's not even just an avoidance of confrontations. It's more of a I just don't feel like this is worth my time. If I feel strongly about something then I do speak up. Then again, it's also a waste of time speaking up if the person just talks over me or dismisses my thoughts. Then it's more of an alright then, you do you and I'm just going to carry on so please stop talking. There's just nothing left to discuss. A discussion means both parties should be willing to converse and listen. I find that many of my "loved ones" these days don't even believe in me anymore. Anything I may say has often been looked down upon.

For example, when I mentioned that ube, purple sweet potato and taro are in fact, not the same root. I had looked it up before with another group of friends when we were trying to determine what it was we were eating. Yes, the ube and purple sweet potato are similar and are even in the same family but there really is a distinction and are categorized as its own root. So why? What was with the disdain and dismissal as if I really am just too stupid to do anything? As if all those years of being the most responsible and trustworthy one in the family meant nothing just because I've been struggling these past few years.

No one has ever stopped to asked me why. What happened? Is there a story behind it all? Asking and then not listening doesn't count. It's ridiculous when strangers give you the benefit of the doubt and hear you out before making judgement but the people closest to you have already typecasted you so no matter what you say, they're not even listening.

Has anyone ever thought about why I act a certain way towards certain situations or certain people? Maybe that situation is a trigger because of some past trauma. Maybe that person has so thoroughly broken my trust that it's all I can do just trying to treat them civilly. I have no patience left to spare for someone who abandoned me when I reached out for help.

Some have been pushing me to go to therapy. Therapy will help. Don't talk to them about things because ya know, they can't help me. Again, why dictate how I should be when you won't even support me. Therapy only works when you have a support system. What support system do I have? Too much shit has happened over the years and I feel like everyone's so concerned with their own lives for me to even reach out. Even if I do, which I have here and there, I was just betrayed anyways. When something's a secret, it's supposed to stay a secret. Not told to your mother or your significant other who has no real obligation to keep quiet about it. The worst is when you spill your guts out and the other person use it as a conversation topic with someone you're not even close to. Why?

I feel like I'm constantly asking why? Why would you betray my trust like that? Why are you forcing your opinions on me? Why are you making me feel like a waste of space? Why are you getting angry when I'm literally just doing what you told me to do, ignoring the negativity and doing my own thing? Why are you wasting my time?

At this low point in my life, with so much trauma and PTSD, I just don't have the capacity to deal with anyone's negativity. Keep your shit to yourself. If you don't wanna hear about mine, don't tell me about yours. I'm tired of being the one always there to help, always there to do a favor but I get nothing in return.

I'm tired of being told I'm all alone and no one cares. Everyone's just nice to me because so and so. Why even say these things to me? As if I'm not already feeling low. How does this make things better? This isn't "tough love", it's just negativity. It's verbal abuse with how far and how long you go with it. Again, why? You claim to love me. Where's the love? The comfort? The support?

There's just so many issues that's piled up over the years and I just don't really know where to start.

Therapy sounds great and all but there's no connection. I'm just paying someone to listen to me vent. I might as well start journaling again. I mean, I only stopped because my mother kept reading my entries then coming after me for them. There was literally no safe space growing up. I never felt safe and relaxed at home. Not even once. My room wasn't even safe. No where was. I felt more comfortable being at school. There was structure and expectations, as long as I stayed within those parameters, I didn't get shit for it. Instead I got the praise and encouragement I needed.

I remember being so afraid when I got in trouble at school. I wasn't afraid of getting beat up. I wasn't afraid of getting detention. I was afraid of my parents getting called in. Anything else could happen, any punishment accepted. Just don't call my parents because that meant shit at home where I couldn't escape from. That meant walking on eggshells for days and being afraid of triggering who knows what trigger that ranged from just sitting in my room quietly to just sitting in the living room. Essentially just being around and breathing could be the trigger to some epic fight.

Life just sucks and then you die.

The End.

P.S. Mr C was a great teacher. Encouraging free writes and always replying in such interested, invested comments. It's been a while since I've done one. So thank you Mr C for making part of my childhood so safe.