#so there’s like a little sound of me shoving the recorder aside……..

[ahappyphjl]

uploaded my recording of the preshow in helsinki! it’s a bit echoey but hopefully u can hear most things dnp are saying

[tonycries]

Sl*t Me Out!

Synopsis. Sometimes, it’s so good that you can’t help but run away from it. Sometimes, he just can’t stop.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, really needy boys, creampíe, exhíbitionism (Nanami’s), bréeding, rough séx, cúmplay, pússyslappíng (Geto’s), breaking the bed, true form Sukuna, dp, o deníal (Choso’s), overstím, finger suckíng, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. *Smooches your forehead* Have a good day.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Break (you)

“You’re hah- lucky I caught you in bed, doll.” Toji pants into your open mouth. Lazily pulling aside your sopping wet pajama pants to greedily eye the mess of slick. The way your puffy folds were bulging and struggling to take him, “You’ve got no idea.”

You’re gasping as he reels back to spit, once. Twice. The steady stream of saliva hitting your sloppy hole straight on, feeling anything but lucky with how mean his fat tip was hitting your cervix. Over and over. ���L-lucky?”

And oh, Toji could feel your gummy walls clenching around him like nothing before, that flimsy little outfit of yours sure to have him snapping sooner rather than later. 

“Mhmm…” he hums, nosing at your neck. Finger curling tightly around your shorts - as if to tear. To break. “Sooo fuckin’-” The sharp rip of fabric echoing in your hazy brain, just in time with the loud slam! of Toji’s hand down on the creaking headboard. “-lucky.”

Crack!

“Shit.”

And then you’re pressed against the cool wall before you can even register what’s happening. Shivers running down your spine - all the way down to where Toji was still buried in your dripping cunt. 

Ruthless. Fucking you so filthy. Big hands cupping your ass, holding you up so high where he was standing, your ankles locked around his toned waist as if on instinct. And your pants oh, tattered and drenched - thrown all the way somewhere near the broken bed. 

“Toji!” you squeal, blinking away the big fat tears in your eyes to look over his broad shoulders. Easy, with the way he was shoving you further and further up the wall with each harsh thrust. “The- the bed. You broke it.”

“What about it?” He lifts his head up to meet your glassy eyes, hips still relentless, “M’jus’ fucking you right, doll.”

Whining, “You’re so-”

And before you can give him a piece of your mind, he’s loosening his grip on your ass. Letting gravity slide you deeper and deeper down his rock-hard cock. Inch by fucking inch. All the way until your swollen folds were hitting his heavy balls. 

Keening at the sheer stretch, the addictive feeling of the curve of his dick massaging all the right spots. Like he was pushing into your stomach, your lungs, everywhere in a way that had you keening. Hips stuttering and pushing so bruisingly back, back, back-

“Oh? What’s this?” It’s that dangerous little tone of Toji’s voice that has you suddenly registering your nails clawing down his pecs, leaving angry red marks. Your feet flat against the wall like you were trying so pathetically to escape. And one look in Toji’s eyes told you that was the last thing you’d be doing. “Funny. Real funny, doll.” 

Ah, but amused was the last thing he sounded. 

That tiny scar at the corner of his mouth curling at your breathless pleas as he steps away from the wall. Leaving you completely at his mercy. 

“D-dressing like that and-” he chuckles, holding you up so easily like you’re weightless. The muscles in his arms rippling, abs burning as he bounces you so sluttily on his cock. “-acting like you can ngh- run away. Hahah, better keep this pretty cunt still, doll.” Sure to leave lewd marks all over you, his twitching balls on your cunt, fingers on your ass. “Cause if I said m’gonna fuck you right- hah- m’gonna fuck you right.”

“Please- Toji–” you squeal, like a broken record. Your legs dangling in the air, cunt sucking him all in so sloppily. “Please please please please-” 

“How cute. Yeah, beg f’me more.”

Not even bothering to think about running away now - you know you couldn’t. Instead clutching at his soft hair - his shoulders - his biceps - anything and everything to try and keep some semblance of sanity. “-please- Ngh- Please let me cum.”

And then Toji’s biting down on your beck with a strangled groan. Hard. Right above your racing pulse, like he wanted to draw blood. Or worse. Tightening, losing every scrap of sanity each time your gummy walls milked him so-

“Forget the bed.” he manages to grit out, ragged. Each word punctuated by such a heavy, mean thrust. “Cause you’re gonna fuck- feel real unlucky next to it.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - “Don’t hang up.”

It was the first thing that came out of your husband’s mouth.

As soon as he walked downstairs to you wandering the kitchen in the dead of the night, on the phone with your absolute asshat of a boss calling you to talk about your upcoming project. For the third night in a row. For what reason - you didn’t know. And Nanami didn’t care.

Because not too long later, you find yourself bent over the counter. Your boss’s droning rambles in one ear, Nanami breathing hotly against the other. Flimsy shorts pulled just enough to the side so that Nanami’s stuffing your snug cunt so sinfully full. 

Bunching up your - his - oversized button-up to fuck back your sloppy his bruisingly to meet his. Pulling you like some slut onto his swollen cock. 

“Don’t hang up, my love.” he’s running a long index down your arched spine. Already knowing the way you’d shiver loud enough that that bastard on the other end of the line would hear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You flinch - both from the way he was spitting out profanities into your ear like sweet nothings, and from the way he bends his knees. Angling your hips to stretch out all the right spots, weeping tip alternating between bullying your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix, your-

“Hellooooo, did you hear what I said about that client’s request?”

Ah, right. 

“Y-yeah- totally-” you’re gasping, jaw sagging open as Nanami’s hips become more rigorous. Having you such a mess with the way he was getting bigger - stretching your gummy walls more sinfully - with each thrust. “T-tell them we’ll um- carry it out-”

And oh how it ticked Nanami off to see his poor girl working overtime, no matter the fact that he was the one that told you to stay on call. That furrow between his brows growing with each passing second.

“Mhm, the documents will be-” The sentence dies in your throat as Nanami reaches down to play with your ravaged clit, drawing messy, frenzied little patterns- no-

Your eyes widen, the phone almost slipping out of your hand - and it does, only later do you realize that Nanami is the gentleman that slips it into his hand. Holding up your phone for you while he fucks you on the other line like an animal.

Because shit Nanami Kento wasn’t just drawing any old pattern on your pretty clit. He was drawing a quick, methodical K-E-N-T-O-K-E-N-T-

“Shit- fuck fuck fuck-” he grunt, low and gravelly. “Squeezin’ around me so tight. So good.” Hips stuttering at the pure heaven he was feeling, ”Does my girl like this? Like being listened to?” Harder on your clit, “Ya love it, huh?”

“K-Ken…”

“Are you okay, you sound…sick.” your boss’s voice is grating against your ears.

“Y-yes I’m-” It’s too much. Nanami’s pelvis hitting your ass, spearing you so rough against his cock. So sloppily fucking away whatever’s left of his sanity - fingers just as erratic. “Fine.” You could just scream, but instead, you settle for hiking a knee up on the counter, pulling away, trying desperately to ease the relentless abuse of his hips. “Totally fine.”

And for all your years being loved by Nanami, you’d never have expected his strained, “Hah, you sure about that?” Only briefly stopping his little K-E-N-T-O-K- to loop a strong arm underneath your knee - baring your glistening pussy for him to admire from behind. “Because it looks like you’re running away. N’ I won’t be happy if you’re trying to escape your dear husband, my love.”

“N-no…”

“Is someone else there? Who are you talking to?”

Caging you. Perhaps even punishing you for taking so long on this call. And you’re not even standing at this point, being held up so easily by him. So easy for him to crane his neck over and greedily prey at the way your pretty pussy was swallowing him up. In and out in and out in and- 

“Answer him, darling.” Nanami murmurs for you, hips slowing down just enough that the slapping of his toned pelvis wouldn’t be completely heard. “Be a good lil’ wife n’ answer f’me.”

“Jus’ a…dog-” You glare at his deep, baritone huff of laughter. Face heated where he was pressing your phone screen against you, “A needy one.”

“Ah, well. I know how dogs are.” God, how you wish this could end soon - would do anything for it to end soon. “So I trust that you’ll be there sharp for the meeting with the client tomorrow?”

“Y-yeah I’ll-” your eyes are screwing shut. Throwing yourself fully and utterly helplessly to the harsh tempo of Nanami’s cock. Like he was claiming you from the inside out - all the way from your quivering cunt to your hazy response, “-come.”

And thank fuck it was Nanami holding up the phone, because it’s all you can do to not fucking throw it across the kitchen as you cum. So hard and violent, almost. “Shit- Ken- m’cumming- oh- oh my god.”

Breaking up whatever composure you’d built up for so long as you milk his cock dry, clenching so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck up into you. Nothing but Nanami on your mind now - just Nanami. As expected.

“Hello? Are you still there??”

“Sorry, but my wife won’t be working overtime. For you, at least.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Noise complaint

Geto knew that no one else was home at this time - just you and him, splayed out on your queen-sized bed. He knew that maybe he should tell you this as he splits you apart on his massive cock, eyeing the way you’re grappling at your kiss-bitten lips, trying so desperately to not let your slutty moans through. 

But why would he?

“S-Sugu-” you manage to whisper, barely even audible over the obscene sounds of your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of him. The squelches so sloppy. So loud. Mattress creaking at the sheer force, “They’ll- ngh- hear..”

“What was that?” Geto leers down at you, lazily thumbing opening your swollen folds further, bulging and clenching around his cock. “Can’t hear you over this talkative pussy, doll. You gotta ha- speak up.”

And it’s all you can do to crack open the trembling wall of your fingers, blinking away the tears in your eyes to look up at your boyfriend pleadingly. 

“We can’t mm- fuck- w-wake the girls up.” So utterly difficult to get the sentence out when it seemed like he was fully fucking it out of your brain. Angry tip kissing all your sweet spots, hitting you after every word falling from your lips, “Hafta- ngh- be quiet.”

And fuck - the look in his eyes. Long, inky hair falling over his broad shoulders, curtaining such a dark glint in his greedy gaze.

Flitting between your desperate, fucked-out expression and down, down, down at the way your dripping cunt was swallowing him so good. Letting him disappear so easily into your heavenly cunt - so mean, that Geto doesn’t want to slow down. Not even a little bit.

“Well…” he purrs, ringed fingers cool on your throbbing clit. Coating them in your sweet sweet juices before moving to your stomach, your sensitive nipples - all the way up to your glossy, swollen lips, “Let me help you then, gorgeous.”

But something in that deep tone told you he wanted to do anything but. 

Not wasting a second more before shoving two fingers inside, pressing right at the back of your hot tongue in a way that has your gagging, tears stinging your eyes. A loud moan stuck in your throat and-

Smack!

It was sharp - fleeting, even - but your entire body is jolting at the feeling of Geto’s thick fingerpads smacking your poor cunt. Right above your ravaged clit. 

“Ngh- S-Sugu!” 

“S-Sugu!” he mocks your moans, voice higher than usual. “Thought you wanted hngh- to be quiet, gorgeous?” he grins, chuckling softly at the way you’re half-lucidly pushing at his rippling biceps - nails leaving neat little marks as you’re torn between pushing him away and wanting more more more- “How are you gonna do that if you’re like this, huh?.”

You keen as Geto chokes you on his fingers deeper, having you slobbering and drooling all over his rings, saliva dripping down the corner of your mouth. Mixing with the tears rolling down your cheek, “Pl-ease- mmpf- Sugu.” 

And God, he almost cracks right then and there at the way you’re squeezing his swollen cock so hard it was like you wanted to never let him go. Feeling him getting bigger inside you, hot tip pressing deeper into your plushy g-spot. 

“Try not to scream, then.”

One arm drags you straight across the soaked sheets, bunching up at your hips as he pulls you impossibly deeper onto his aching cock. “And don’t you dare think of running.”

Caging you as his hips become so brutal on yours, heavy balls smacking you in time with the stars in your eyes - the muffled moans falling from your mouth despite all that. Sloppy. Merciless. 

“Fuck! M’mpf so- close–” your eyes dart to the closed door, hoping - praying - that no one would walk in right now. Because if your daughters-

Smack!

“All eyes on me, gorgeous.” Distantly, you wonder whether Geto’s fingers would leave marks on your clit for tomorrow. “Such filthy filthy moans from a sweet mouth, huh?” he grunts, chest heaving with the force of his thrusts. “Right?” Pressing down on your tongue to have you nodding deliriously at him, “Heh, cute. Even cuter when you hah- try to hide your moans like-” Running quick, harsh circles on your clit. Faster. Harder. “-this.”

You don’t even realize it when you’re cumming - just that your body’s arching off the bed, like it was trying so hard to be one with Geto’s. 

Vision spotty, blood roaring in your ears, a sharp shout of “Fuck! Sugu m’cumming-” leaving you with reckless abandon.

And you couldn’t even care at this point - didn’t have the capacity to as Geto fucks you through your high, hips relentless. Playing with your pretty clit. Swirling lewd little circles at the same time as his fingers in your mouth.

“I uh- forgot by the way.” You hear him murmur through your orgasmic haze, not a shred of apology in his words. “The girls are at a sleepover.” Hips just smacking into yours, soft lips kissing the corner of your mouth - even when it drops in disbelief. “So we have alllll night to try n’ get another noise complaint from the neighbors.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - The tease

“Oh, shit-” Choso throws his head back, dark strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Jus’ a little long- longer. Fuck, jus’ a bit more.”

And if Choso was wrecked, then it was nothing compared how fucking dumb you were being fucked. Hips all stuttering and drooling sloppily on the mattress, barely able to let out anything but incoherent little babbles of, “Ngh- please- too much.” by the third time he’s denying you your orgasm.

���Jus’ some more- fuck- baby, a bit longer.”

You cry as his pace only gets more merciless, having your snug cunt suck him up all the way till you were kissing that creamy ring around his base. “Wanna….”

“What’s what?” he’s leaning in closer, a mocking smirk playing on those kiss-bitten lips. And it’s not like Choso was expecting you to form a coherent sentence at this point - not with the way he was only bullying his cock into your gummy walls harder. More purposeful. 

“Ngh- please—” you’re dragging out your moans, words slurring as evidence of how long this has been going on. “Wanna cum.”

So, honestly, to him the fact that you could still speak was like a personal insult.

But absolutely nothing compared to the way your hand was dipping down to your poor, forgotten clit. Because you wanted - needed - so badly to cum. To finally have your soft fingertips barely just kissing at the swollen, sensitive nub - before Choso’s smacking your hand away.

“Fuck- What do you oh- fuck should be illegal for you to squeeze me that way- what do you think you’re doing, baby?”

And the only response he gets is a broken sob, big fat tears rolling down your pouty cheeks. As if on auto-pilot, you’re scrambling onto your elbows, arms straining to push. To escape. To finally make yourself cum because Choso was being so mean- 

“Hah? No no no no-” he tilts his head, teeth baring in a mean smile. Easily moving your limp arms like a ragdoll to pin them above your head. Lacing his fingers with yours as you let out little cries begging to cum - ones you probably don’t even realize are leaving you. “W-where do you’re ngh- taking this pretty pussy?”

“Oh- Wanna cum. So badly.” you bat your lashes up at him, 

“But if we hngh- cum, this’ll end.” his voice, almost a whine. “Wanna feel you- feel this tight pussy forever. Please? Jus’ some more?”

“Please, Cho–”

“...”

“Ch-Cho?”

Oh, you were an evil, evil little minx. That nickname has his weeping, fat head kissing your cervix, your g-spot - everywhere faster. Harder. Stretching you out like such a slut on his painfully hard cock.

“Aww, my poor baby.” Choso loops two strong arms around your thighs, pulling you closer - locking you in place. Cooing, “My poor, poor baby. Using that nickname.” Kissing at your teary cheeks, stumbling and messy. Just a dragged-out touch of his pretty lips, runny eyeliner smudging against your skin. “That desperate, huh? You wan’ cum that hah- fucking bad, huh?”

It’s all you can do to give a stupid little nod. Jolting as his hot tongue licks a long, languid stripe at the corner of your mouth. The salty, sinful taste of your tears sending Choso’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, and him straight to heaven.

Gritting out a strangled, “Fine.”

And if you thought Choso was mean before then you weren’t ready for the way his speed picks up, hips hitting yours so bruisingly. Running only on you, the way your gummy walls were desperately trying to suck him back up with each thrust, and you-

“Oh- oh my god, Cho-” you jolt as he snakes down one hand to toy with your throbbing clit. Weeping and glossing all over him as Choso rolls it between two fingers. “Shit shit shit- m’so close.”

“Yeah?” his voice breaks a little at the end, as unsteady and sloppy as his cock now. Stretching out your plushy walls, “Gonna cum? This fuck- oh, baby. This pretty pussy is gonna cum f’me?”

And you can’t even think to answer his question - because you are. Cumming again and again all over Choso’s massive, unforgiving cock. 

 “Shit- oh, baby yeah. Look how much this pretty pussy is cumming.” Thighs shaking, fucking your hips up in shallow, lewd little grinds to meet the sloppy staccato of his - in time with the urgent ramblings falling from his lips, “This f’me? All f’me?”

That tone of his voice surprised - disbelieving, even like he couldn’t rip his eyes off from the way you were clenching around him in sensitivity. 

Only when your climax bates, your eyes snap open. Finally registering the way his hand jerks away from your clit, hips so out of control. Getting faster - showing absolutely no sign of stopping. “Cho- what-”

“Shhh shhhh- baby. I ngh- said I’d make you cum. Not that I’d hah- stop, right?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Double trouble

To Ryomen Sukuna, it was simple - if his cute lil’ slut can take one, then you can take both. Or, well, he’ll just have to make it fit.

“Please please please-” you gasp, big fat tears streaming down your face, thighs twitching over where you were all splayed out so prettily on Sukuna’s large lap. “-s’too much. Too big.”

You could feel him grinning into the crook of your neck, sharp canines biting right over where your rapid pulse was. 

His hot breath ghosting your ear, “Too big?” Eyes flitting down to your poor cunt, all gaping and drooling sloppily over his fat, angry head, “Then how come you take it all the time, brat?”

You let out a frustrated whine, “B-because that’s one and this is-” Gulping at the two massive cocks kissing your puffy folds, both so intimidatingly long and angry. Thick enough that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. “...two”

“So?”

Both of you watch in wonder as he holds you up slightly in midair by just the arms, slowly easing you down, down, down onto his cock. Like you were some ragdoll. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d marvel at how languidly Sukuna was fucking up into you. 

Letting your sweet sweet juices coat his rock-hard cocks, inching inside your sloppy hole deeper. And deeper. Getting you used to the dizzying stretch, the thump! thump! thump! of his prominent veins inside your tight pussy. Molding your gummy walls around one. Then the other. Then both at once.

And shit. 

Shit, you didn’t know if you’d make it out alive. 

“Oh- hngh- Kuna!” you sob, but you can’t rip your eyes away from the way your hips were stuttering down so sloppily into his. Short, sharp grinds that doesn’t even have to have Sukuna fucking into you, just watching in awe as you milk his cocks more. “You’re in so- deep- fuck- oh my god-”

“Jus’ ‘Kuna’ works fine.” he chuckles at his own joke, lacing two fingers on top of your head to stretch you out impossibly more on his dicks. Because fuck you were gorgeous like this - but so slow. “This all you can do?”

Your lips fall into a little pout that has him twitching wildly inside you - barely even halfway in, but feeling like he was pushing into your fucking lungs already. 

“Heh, don’t be like that now.” he shakes his head in amusement as you scramble to grab ahold of his hair - his arms - the throne, anything to keep whatever is left of your sanity. “You don’ want this all to be for nothing, right?” Hips jerking like you wanted to run but of course, Sukuna couldn’t have that - not when he had you like this. “Here.”

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

Through your teary vision, you make out the hand that Sukuna is offering you - and before you can even think, you’re biting down. Hard. Sure to draw blood if this wasn’t the king of curses himself. 

“Fuuuck, yeah. Atta girl. Suckin’ me up so well.” he groans, hips bucking up so meanly. “Let it all out. Heh, see if you can draw blood n’ let me ngh- take care of this tight- pussy.” Letting you take it out on his hand, teeth leaving such cute marks he’ll coo at later - but never admit to. “Said I’ll make it fit n’ I’ll make it-” Bouncing you up and down, legs dangling at his muscled thighs. Throbbing cocks probing deeper with each word he spits out. More calculated. More impatient. “-fit.”

And fuck was it a sight to see. 

“Hah, what did I tell ya, brat?”

Sukuna can’t help but sit back to look at the heavenly view of you fucked dumb on his massive cocks - and fuck was it a sight to see. 

To trail a finger down right to where his fat heads were so obviously bulging against your stomach. Buried inside your sinful pussy all the way until your swollen folds were kissing at his heavy balls. One weeping tip nudging at your cervix, the other curving just right against your sweet spot. Feeling your plushy walls still desperately trying to adjust, pulsing so maddeningly - or was that him? 

Doesn’t matter.

Because Sukuna is gritting out a ragged,  “Now the real fun begins.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Again and again

“Jus’ one more sweetheart- promise.”

Does it really count as being mean if he uses just a little bit of reverse cursed technique while absolutely ruining you in bed? Gojo certainly doesn’t think so. It’s just…how could he not?

And you definitely don’t have any other explanation as to why your boyfriend’s got you limp and folded so easily into a mating press, fucking his cum into you for the fourth time tonight. Hips still so unforgiving. Merciless. 

“Merciless, hah?” And fuck, you barely even have the time to register the fact that you babbled that out loud. Because Gojo’s big arms are spreading your quaking legs so wide open for him, “Creative.” Long fingers deftly giving your clit a long, hard roll, “Real creative. That’s a ngh- new one. What else has your cute, fucked-out mind got f’me, sweetheart?”

Some tiny, sensible part of Gojo knows that he should maybe slow down - give you a chance to fucking answer. Maybe stop himself from dancing a soft hand down to your stomach - for the second time tonight.

Stop himself from smirking at the knowing wonder in your eyes as he presses down. Hard. pretty pink lips falling into a soft oh! as you coat him in his own cum. 

Glossy and so, so sloppy. 

Everywhere. 

“Oh, you naughty girl.” he’s grinning, pooling the obscene puddle of cum seeping into the sheets on his fingertips. “You naughty, naughty-” Smearing it all over your bulging cunt, tracing white patterns over your puffy clit. “-girl. How are you still making this much of a mess everywhere after so long?”

“Ngh- because you’re- you’re so-” you sob, and he’s speeding his hips up. Weeping tip kissing all those sweet spots he’s mapped out so well.

“So what?”

“So mean, Toru!”

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” But he didn’t feel one bit sorry for your poor, overfilled cunt. Nodding so mockingly gently. M’so ‘mean’ fucking this cute cunt. Usin’ jus’ a bit of reverse cursed technique.”

Fuck, the way you’re biting down on his right collarbone, hard - was adorable. Sure to have drawn blood if it wasn’t for the technique keeping the two of you from breaking bones. And okay, Gojo guesses he deserved that.

“Ouch.” he’s clutching at his heart, acting so dramatically wounded - as if he wasn’t the one doing the bruising. Leaving marks on your ass, your tits, maybe even your poor cunt. “So feisty. M’heartbroken, y’know.” Voice dropping to such a low purr, looking up at you through those long lashes. “N’ the only way to fix it is by cumming f’me fuck- o-once more.”

And Gojo wonders whether you could feel it still filling you up inside - his cum. Whether you can feel the way it dribbles down the side of your thighs as you kick your feet, desperately trying to sit up. 

Feet flattening on the mattress because it’s too much. And you’re too sensitive - too good, with the jolts of electricity coming down from Gojo’s fingertips. The power dancing over your skin. 

But, shit - why’d you ever think you’d be a match for the strongest?

“S’gonna be too much-” you squeal as he’s pulling you closer into his arms, letting your head loll into his lips. Pushing your legs up further - till they were pressing so tight against your tits. Shifting his hips more purposefully - right at the angle to hit that sweet spot that had you crying out in ecstasy, “Dunno if I can, Toru.”

“Now now now, don’t you dare run away.” his half-hooded gaze is almost crazed now. “Because you can cum. And you will.”

“I-” you choke, feeling like Gojo was pushing all the way into your lungs. “I will-”

Each push of his angry, weeping tip having you see stars behind your eyes. Abs burning, white strands of hair falling over his eyes - glowing ever-so-slightly in a way that neither of you had the capacity to notice at the moment. 

“You will.” he’s moaning, like a mantra. “You will you will you will- hngh- fuck! You will.” 

Each word spilling from Gojo’s lips only having his achingly cock twitch wildly inside you. Massaging your plushy walls, stretching them out so. Milking the fucking soul out of him, until it was almost difficult to fuck you into the mattress. To have your cunt pulling him back like she didn’t want to part.

So, so desperate. 

Exactly the way he knew you did when you were close - dangerously so. So he’s whispering into your open mouth, “Cum f’me, sweetheart.”

You don’t know who cums first - just that you’re seeing a flash of white, your heart thumping all the way in your ears, a rapid, urgent cadence at which he was spilling into your quivering cunt. Having gone over the edge again. Warm - so warm with each rope after rope of seed, painting your gummy walls white, your puffy folds slobbering all over him.

Only adding to the mess as he fucks his cum deeper. Again and again and again - fucking into you like he was out of control. And he probably was. 

“Hey, so….y’know how six is my lucky number?”

A/N. First time writing true form Sukuna, how are we feeling, hm?

Plagiarism not authorized.

[mavrintarou]

[3:19 PM] - Suna Rintarou

Gotta head out - be back later to edit... or not. Enjoy!

Warning: smut . Aside from volleyball, Rintarou was naturally gifted with the camera.

He had captured some of the most exquisite and breathtaking photographs of Y/n, making it look like they were professional shots.

He also possessed a collection of the most embarrassing shots, which he kept strictly to himself. There were also a few special ones that were meant for his eyes only, capturing intimate moments between them.

He was a very active Instagramer – posting quite frequently for his million followers, but he kept his relationship out of public eyes.

When Rintarou created a TikTok account, his followers grew by the day.

He would capture a wide range of videos, from documenting his volleyball training sessions and games to showcasing the delicious lunches Y/n packed for him. He even recorded moments of making his coffee, creating a collection of glimpses into his daily life.

Each time he makes a video, Y/n gets a notification, and she entertains herself with them.

“My baby made me some Korean food today,” he sniffs his bento, groaning. “I told her I’ve been craving some Korean food, and… she loves me so much.” He stuffs his mouth with a Kimbap. “You guys ask if she makes me lunch every day – yes. Does she not work or… is she a stay-at-home partner?” He shoves another Kimbap into his mouth. “She’s definitely an independent woman who earns her own money and won’t allow me to support her like the best boyfriend I am…” he narrows his eyes directly at the camera, “she always watches my videos, so – please tell her that it she needs to let me treat her like a queen.”

Y/n burst out laughing and clicked on the comments.

Suna’s girlfriend, please allow Rintarou to treat you like a queen!

Can we get a glimpse of her?

She is so lucky!

You’re so lucky; your food looks so good!

Y/n narrows her eyes at the first comment.

You’re so hot, Rin; please fuck me!

Y/n clicked on the person’s profile of a young woman.

Curiosity got Y/n going through Rin’s other videos to view the comments. She saw the same account commenting on every one of Rin’s videos, saying something inappropriate.

.

Rin checked his phone as he slipped his shirt on.

He was still waiting for a message from Y/n.

Though it wasn’t unusual, it felt odd that she didn’t text or react to his video.

She always commented or reacted to his video.

Did she not see it?

But it clearly said Read 2:35 PM underneath the message.

Without wasting another moment, he made his way toward their apartment, a sense of urgency guiding his steps. Sitting behind the wheel, waiting at a red light, he drummed his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. The unsettling feeling gnawed at him, the sense that something was amiss between them weighing heavily on his mind.

While they didn’t frequently engage in conflicts, he made a conscious effort to minimize arguments, fully aware that disagreements are a natural part of any relationship. Over the course of their four-year journey together, they encountered only a few instances where tension escalated. However, despite needing some time to cool off, they always found a way to come together and discuss their concerns. They were committed to understanding each other’s perspective and exploring ways to grow and improve for the sake of their relationship.

And have hot makeup sex.

Rintarou jams the button to his floor in the elevator impatiently. Of all days, it seemed like the elevator door was being an asshole and taking its merry time to get him up to his floor.

“Y/n!” He shouts once he enters his apartment.

“Yes?” her sweet voice calls from the kitchen.

She doesn’t sound upset or mad, he thought. He quickly toes off his shoes and drops his gym bag in the living room to head to the kitchen. His heart relaxes a bit, finding her in the kitchen preparing dinner.

But he was still a little nervous and wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t upset.

He goes to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek and resting his chin on her shoulder. “How was your day?”

“Good,” she answered, “you?”

“Tired,” he answered as usual, “but a little… nervous.”

She finished whatever she was doing before washing her hands, the both of them doing a funny dance towards the sink because once Rin clings on to Y/n, it is no use trying to get him off.

“Go wash your hands and sit down; let’s eat.” She hears his sigh before he lets her go, and she watches over her shoulder as he pouts towards the sink to wash his hands and takes a seat in his usual spot.

Y/n leans against the counter, watching him zone out sitting there. Rintarou may be hard to read on the court, but Y/n could read him anytime.

Something weighed heavily on him, and his emotions spilled out much like a toddler’s when they couldn’t express their feelings.

He doesn’t realize Y/n has yet to set the table, “why are you nervous?”

He gazed up at her with a lost expression, his voice barely above a whisper. “You didn’t react to my video,” he murmured, seeking an answer with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Y/n arched an eyebrow at him, suppressing a chuckle. “What?”

“You didn’t react to my video today… did you not watch it?” he inquired with a  tinge of concern. “Did I say too much in the video about you?” The renowned and notorious Middle Blocker for EJP Raijin resembled an anxious child, desperately seeking reassurance if he had done the right thing.

Y/n furrowed her brows, a realization dawning upon her as she acknowledged her lack of response to his video. “Oh, Rin,” she chuckled softly, moving closer and straddling his lap. Tenderly cupping his face, she pressed her lips against his pout, kissing it away. “I did watch it, but I must have gotten carried away reading the comments,” she explained, her tone apologetic. Her eyes narrowed as she mentioned one particular fan. “There was this one fan who was quite vulgar towards you,” she continued, her voice hinting disapproval. “I didn’t like it one bit.”

Something flickered in his eyes, and Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes, anticipating his reaction. “Are you… jealous?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

There it is.

“No, I’m not. I don’t need to be jealous when I already have you.”

Rin kisses her throat and nips the skin there. “You’re right; I’m yours, all yours, just as you’re mine, right?”

“Hmm,” Y/n runs her fingers through his hair before gripping a fist full and tilting his head back. “All mine.”

His eyes widen for a split second before they squeeze shut when Y/n trails her tongue along his jaw and down his neck. She was not one to mark him in prominent areas, but tonight, she showed no mercy to his neck.

“Y/n…” Rin groans ten minutes later. His hands grip her hips, desperately guiding her to rock herself over his lap. “’nough…”

She pulls back and admires her work; now she knows how Rin feels. She leans to peck his lips and lifts herself, “all right, let’s eat!”

“What!” His grip on her hips tightens, “no way, you can’t leave me like that.” He looks down at his crotch; the outlining of his thick cock is visible against his joggers.

“But… our food will get cold?”

Rintarou chuckles, “no way, baby, food can wait… not me.”

Y/n squeal when he pushes her onto the table, grabs the end of her yoga pants, and tugs them off in one go. He pulls her panties aside and pulls cock out enough to slowly thrust into her pussy.

“Ah… Rin,” she moans, gripping the edge of the table. “Fuck… yes…”

His thrusts are slow and deep. “You had me worrying for no reason…” he leans over and grips her jaw to kiss her deeply, “I’ll show them �� “ he speeds up his thrusts, “I’ll show them I’m yours… only yours….”

All the rubbing and rocking over him stimulated her, and Y/n was close until Rin pulled out of her. “Rin?”

He maneuvers her onto her front side and smacks her ass before getting down on one knee. He pulls her panties off and smothers his face into her core, slurping, sucking, and biting.

“Rin!”

He squeezes her cheeks hard, taking a bite on each side before standing back up, “need to mark you as mine too…” he guides his cock back home and thrusts fast and hard.

Their kitchen echoes with skin slapping skin and the kitchen table squeaking.

“I’m so… I’m so close baby…” Rin groans, and seconds later, hips jerking and cock spasming as he cums inside.

Rin withdraws; his eyes are fixated and anticipating as his cum drips out.

A minute later, after catching each other’s breath, Rin whispered, “baby?”

Y/n turns to look over her shoulders, clearly in bliss. “Yes?”

“Bed?”

“Yes, please…”

.

“Today, my baby packed me my favorite… jelly fruit sticks!”

Y/n sipped her morning coffee and tapped the heart on the video before clicking on the comment button.

Those are my favorites too!

You’re like an excited schoolboy about their lunches!

Is no one going to talk about it?...

Suna-san… what are those marks on your neck?

Are those… hickies?

Those are definitely hickies… wow… his girlfriend is kinky…

. . .

@hellatrashdontask @queenelleee @wrongimagine @eadyladlegard @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @satoritendoucultsacrifice @yourgonvermnethooker @littlemochi @cloud-lyy @pana-dolle @basmamme @haitanifxn @itsroseally @warrior-of-justice @jmnfilter @captainchrisstan @omissanitizerlol

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Vaggie: “Babe, you have an amazing brain, love everything going on in there-”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “-but we need a LITTLE bit of organization or we’re NEVER gonna remember what great ideas you had five minutes ago.”

Charlie: “Wait, what great idea did I have five minutes ago???”

Vaggie: “I don’t know. You scribbled it on a napkin and there’s like, five hundred of those scattered around our room.”

Charlie: “Aw shoot.”

Vaggie: “Some of them are folded in the shape of swans?"

Charlie: "Nnnoooo I've been trying so hard not to DO that so much!!!"

Vaggie: "It’s, pretty impressive honestly.”

Charlie: (huffs) “Okay. Fine. Maaaybe you’re right. Maybe I might have a slight, uh, organizing thoughts problem.”

Vaggie: “No worries sweetie, I have a solution.”

Vaggie: (dramatically steps aside) “BAM!”

Charlie: “OH OH VAGGIE! YOU GOT ME METAL BOXES~!”

Vaggie: “They’re filing cabinets.”

Charlie: “OHHHHH!!!”

Charlie: “…..”

Charlie: “How… how do we activate the filing cabinets?”

Vaggie: “You put your ideas in folders, label the tabs on the folders, put them in a drawer, and label each drawer. Then when you’re looking for something you just open the drawer and-”

Charlie: “Bam?”

Vaggie: “Bam. There it is. The brilliant ideas of Charlie Morningstar.”

Charlie: “As organized by Vaggie, her amazing wonderful super smart and beautiful girlfriend!!!!!”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “I don’t think looking good has anything to do with organizing…”

Charlie: “Hmm, you still are though, miss good looking. Annnnnd it DOES have a lot to do with what I’m thinking about right now.”

Vaggie: “What’re you thinking, Charlie?”

Charlie: (grins)

Vaggie: “…really? Right here, in front of our new cabinets?”

Charlie: “Heheh. I like it when stuff is ‘ours’~”

Vaggie: “Why do I get the feeling the first recorded thoughts of Charlie Morningstar are gonna have to be filed under ‘for our eyes only’.”

Charlie: “Your smirk would have to go there too then. But does this mean it’s a good idea!?”

Vaggie: “Definitely.”

Charlie: “WOO! Kisses kisses kisses-”

Vaggie: “AFTER we’ve cleaned up all these napkins. AND have neatly folded the ones that aren’t already swans.”

Charlie: “Wh- but- but there’s almost five hundred of them!! The kisses-?”

Vaggie: “One kiss per every fifty napkins, how’s that sound?

Charlie: (pouting) “Insufficient kiss ratio.”

Vaggie: “Sorry, but as much as organizing your brain turns me on, the storm of paper in here is kinda a total mood killer. No way I can focus on anything with this mess everywhere. So. Start cleaning.”

Charlie: “I’m starting to think writing on napkins was my worst idea yet…”

Vaggie: “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been paper airplanes again.”

Charlie: “THEN I could’ve just thrown them all out the window! Be free! Fly!!! Shoo! Let me make out with my girlfriend in peace!”

Vaggie: “Ha!”

Charlie: “…. Vaggie. What if we-”

Vaggie: “Charlie no.”

Charlie: “Oh come on! Swans can fly!”

Vaggie: “Not when they’re fancy origami ones that we’ll just have to clean up later anyway.”

Charlie: “Feh. Stupid ideas on stupid napkins.”

Vaggie: “Would one kiss per every two dozen napkins make you feel better?’

Charlie: “Yes.” (deep sigh) “But I’ve only folded ten.”

Vaggie: “Perfect, I’ve done fourteen, so that makes two dozen.”

Charlie: “Wh-”

Vaggie: “Kiss ratio completed.”

Charlie: “It’s based on our combined number???”

Vaggie: “Why not. You like it when stuff is ‘ours’, don’t you.”

Charlie: “….yesthankyouiloveyouonekissplease.”

- a few several many moments later –

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “I’m suddenly getting the idea that… those were way more than one kiss.”

Vaggie: “I don’t care and wasn’t keeping count. File it under ‘Vaggie can’t multitask for shit’.”  

Charlie: “Mmm, ehhh. I think we just need a ‘Vaggie has AMAZING focus while kissing, but specifically only on the actual kissing’ folder instead.”

Vaggie: “Are you trying to get me to kiss you again.”

Charlie: “Is it working?”

Vaggie: (shoving napkins in her hands) “Here. Fold.”

Charlie: “I’m filing that under a yes~”

Vaggie: “Charlie. Fold. NOW.”

Charlie: “Hm-hmm-hm-hmmm~” (folding at lightspeed) “My newest great idea is that we should get even MORE filing cabinets.”

Vaggie: “Oh for-”(throws aside napkins) “-fuck’s sake-” (gives up and kisses her again)

[l1tw1ck]

Stamping a Tramp

bottom!ftm leon x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,866 ☆

AFAB Language Used

i kinda hate this,,,😭

CW: Non-Con, Unconscious Sex, Slut Shaming, Victim Blaming, Nipple Play, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Objectification, Spanking, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Recording, Squirting, Corruption, Dumbification

You met Leon at a party in someone's dorm and he got so drunk that he passed out, leaving him in your care. You brought him to your room since he never told you what dorm he was in and let him sleep in your bed. Out of good faith, you took off his uncomfortable looking clothes. Just his jacket and jeans though, you left him in his underwear and shirt. You were going to leave him alone and sleep on the couch but he turned onto his stomach. You couldn't let a drunk person sleep in that position, so you were going to move him. But you noticed that his shirt rode up and you saw something weird on his lower back, a tattoo. Out of curiosity, you pushed down the band of his boxers just a little bit to find out that he has a tramp stamp.

You found Leon very attractive from the moment you met him. You put those thoughts aside in favor of his well-being, but now that you've seen his secret tattoo, you're not sure you can hold back.

You trace your finger along the prominent black lines and think about what you could do to him. He's completely unconscious, he wouldn't fight back. And if he woke up, he wouldn't have the strength or energy to get away. You sort of feel bad for having these thoughts but how couldn't you? With a body like that, it's only natural for you to be aroused by it. Plus, with that tattoo, it's clear he wouldn't mind.

Your dick wants you to rip his underwear off and fuck his amazing body but your brain wants you to take things slow. Just this one time, you decide it's okay to play with your ‘food’ before eating it.

You turn him onto his back and take his shirt off, revealing his large chest. You grope them and roll your thumbs around his nipples. You lean in and kiss his now hardened nub before swirling your tongue around it. You suck on his nipple while massaging his chest. Leon doesn't react much but if he were awake, he’d be a mess. You switch to his other nipple, sucking on them desperately. Leon’s breathing turns unstable as you stimulate his nipples, getting close to his peak. He's probably having an amazing dream right now. You bite his nipple, causing him to have an orgasm. You pull away from his chest and pause, watching his breathing stabilize and his body relax. You don't want him to wake up just yet.

You turn him back onto his stomach and grab the belt he was wearing. You tie his wrists together with the accessory as a precaution. You pull off his underwear and take a moment to admire his body. He has a perfectly plump ass and a fat pussy. You've never wanted to fuck anyone more than you want to fuck Leon right now. You run two of your fingers up his wet sex before shoving them inside his entrance, his pussy welcoming them with a tight hug. You're surprised that he isn't loose, but you're not complaining. You drag your digits in and out of him for a minute or two before pulling out. You stick your fingers in your mouth and taste his sweet juices before grabbing his waist and raising his ass in the air. You pull out your aching hard-on and align it with his hole. You force yourself inside him, finding it difficult to push your way inside. He’s almost unnaturally tight but you eventually manage to get yourself fully inside.

You rub his clit in circles, attempting to get him to loosen up. Leon’s breathing turns irregular as you do so. He lets out soft sounds and unconsciously moves his hips. Leon’s body tenses up as he orgasms again, his pussy spasms around your length before it relaxes completely. You start to slowly slide in and out of him, taking in the amazing feeling of his cunt.

“Taking me so well..” You murmur, running your hand up and down his back. Leon starts to wake up, shocked that can feel something thick inside him. He’s too drowsy to do anything, all he can do is take it and hope you stop.

“s…stop..” He pleads, his voice just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Stop?” You laugh. “With a tattoo like this, you don't have the right to say that.”

Leon grimaces. You mean the tattoo he got thanks to a dare. He was saving up to get it removed before anyone could see it..

“Just relax and let me fuck this tight little pussy.” You spank his ass. “You know, you almost feel like a virgin.”

“I was.” He frowns.

You pause your thrusts. “Is that so?” Leon can practically hear your smirk. “Think I might keep you to myself then.”

Before Leon can respond, you're resuming your movements at a faster pace. So fast that his ass jiggles with each thrust. Leon bites his lip, he can't handle the way your cock slides in and out of him. It's too big, too thick, it's overwhelming. You place your hand on his neck and bury his face into the pillow, stopping him from breathing.

“Gonna turn you into a cum dump, baby.” You spank him with your free hand. “Make you a human pocket pussy.”

You can hear muffled sounds of protest coming from Leon.

“Aw, you don't like that? It's too bad that your feelings don't matter.” You chuckle. “Your only use now is to be fucked.”

Your words soon get drowned out as Leon starts to lose consciousness again. Tears rapidly fall down his face as you fuck him without remorse. He’s so lightheaded that it starts to feel a little good. You thrust into a part of his cunt that makes him see stars, his loud squeal gets muffled by the pillow but you know what it means. You angle your thrusts to hit that part repeatedly, your constant hits to his g-spot keeping him from falling unconscious. He can't even consider relaxing his body with the way you're assaulting his pleasure spot. God, he feels so good. He can't pretend that he doesn't.

Whatever Leon’s saying gets muffled so you decide to grant him the ability to speak by pulling on his hair and lifting his head up. “What is it, doll?”

His thoughts get thrown out the window thanks to him discovering a kink he didn't know he had. “Cuh- coming~!” He exclaims dreamily. Leon rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly as he chases his orgasm. Just as he's about to come, you stop.

You turn him onto his back and chuckle at his confused expression. He frowns and turns his head to the side, embarrassed as he comes back down to earth and realizes how shameful he was being. He can't believe what came out of his mouth. But regardless of that, he still wants to come. He’s completely humiliated but he's never felt that good before, he wants to feel it again.

You dig your nails into his waist and ram into him at full force, fucking him without a single thought for how he feels. You take one hand away from his waist, your other hand gripping his skin harder, and bring it up to his neck. You wrap your hand around it and choke him. His moans only increase from that, he hates that he likes it. He squeezes your cock and rolls his eyes back, an erotic look on his face. His vision turns fuzzy as he gets back to his peak, praying you’ll let him come this time. Unfortunately for him, you stop once you spill your seed inside his warmth. Once again preventing him from coming.

You pull out and spank his pussy, sending a surge of pleasure through Leon’s body. “Look at you, all wrecked from my cock.”

“Fuck you.” He grits his teeth. He’s mostly upset at you for taking advantage of him, but a small part of him is pissed that you wouldn't let him come. He reasons that he only wants to come so he can feel less terrible as you fuck him, but in reality, he just wants to feel good. “You- you sick—”

You land a harsh smack to his face. “Stop lying to yourself, I know you like this.” You take your phone and start recording him. “I wonder what would everyone think if they saw you like this..” You smirk, easing back into him.

“Don't-”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” You slap him again. You sigh and shake your head, fucking him with slow yet hard thrusts. “Dolls aren't supposed to complain.”

Before Leon can reply, your hand reaches down to his clit. He decides to shut up and let you please him. Maybe he'll finally be able to come.

You point the camera at his face. “You wanna come, don't you, Leon?”

He whimpers in response.

“Beg for it.” You fuck him faster.

Leon wants to come, so bad, but is it worth his pride? He’s doing this on camera too…He feels so good and no matter how hard he tries, he can't deny the pleasure he's feeling.

“..please-” He pauses. “Please let me come! I wanna come! Please!” He exclaims, feeling his orgasm approaching. He’s completely different from normal, he's slowly being ruined by you.

“Such a good little doll..” You keep rubbing his clit and move your phone to capture his entire body.

Leon arches his back and squirts, letting out a loud and shameless moan. You don't stop fucking him even as he starts to cry and whine. He’s never had an orgasm like that before, it was so much more intense than anything he's ever felt and you're not even giving him a second to recover. He starts to completely lose all the fight he had in him. He’s no longer gritting and bearing, he's embracing this. His lips form into a wide grin, unabashed moans coming out of his mouth.

“Imagine everyone's reactions when they see this video..” You chuckle. You have no intention of making this video public, you just want to see Leon’s reaction. “All your friends would find out about how you're just a stupid little slut. Isn't that right?”

Leon giggles dumbly and nods. “‘M a stupid slut~”

“And this stupid slut wants me to come inside him again, doesn't he?”

He nods rapidly. If you asked him this earlier, he’d have begged you not to. But now he wants whatever you want. He agrees with whatever you say.

“You’re perfect now. So fucking good for me.” You groan. “What a perfect cum dump.” You say as you bury yourself deep in his cunt, flooding his insides with cum. You pull out and rub his clit, gracing him with the ability to come again. Leon whimpers and tries not to move around too much. It's too stimulating but he can't help but want to chase the pleasure.

Leon lifts his hips and squirts all over you, a dazed look on his face before he passes out.

[lewmagoo]

Bob would send you dirty thots if he wasn't too busy wrapping your legs around his hips and pressing you against the wall of the Hard Deck patio so he could slide right on in. You'd send the thots yourself if you weren't too busy meeting him stroke for stroke before coming all over his cock. The moonlight was the only thing lighting up the area, but at least there's enough that you could see the look on his face when he finished too. Y'all really need to stop doing this risky shit, just sayin'. You're gonna get caught.

Byyye!

everyone assumed the two of you were taking a moonlit walk on the beach. that was bob, ever the romantic. sweet and kind and thoughtful. the kind of guy that bought you flowers just because. the kind of guy who told you how beautiful you were every single day. the kind of guy who left love notes on the bathroom mirror for you to find in the morning. but he was also the kind of guy who couldn’t get enough of his wife’s sweet, sweet cunt. no one would clock him as the type to be anything other than vanilla when it came to romps in the sheets. however, bob floyd was anything but vanilla. gotta watch out for those quiet ones, after all.

it was his idea to get some air. he didn’t like how stuffy the bar had become. it smelled too strongly of alcohol. the song rooster was banging out on the piano sounded a little too loud. his comrades were a little too drunk. the two of you were the only sober ones in the room, it seemed. while bob was perfectly unbothered if you consumed alcohol, you chose not to, simply because in your mind, it was no fun if only one of you was drunk. instead, the two of you would cozy up in a corner together with a shirley temple and people watch. tonight, however, the people watching grew boring. so outside you went, hand in hand. it was completely innocent, until bob pulled you into the shadows.

“wanted you all night,” he murmured against your mouth as you gladly kissed him back. you leaned back to raise a brow. “ah, so that’s what this is. you just wanted an excuse to get in my pants,” you teased. he shrugged, stealing another kiss. “can ya blame me? you’re irresistible, honeypie.” your back hit the outside wall of the building. you were just hidden enough that no one would immediately suspect anything, but if they decided to come in for a closer look, you were screwed. bob didn’t seem to care, however. in a hurried frenzy, he undid his slacks, and you shoved your hand down into them, wrapping your fingers around his half hard cock, stroking him to fullness. in the meantime, be shoved your dress up, pulling the crotch of your panties aside before he plunged his fingers into you, pulling a squeal from you as he curled them upwards, building a rhythm until your slick was coating those digits.

he slid them out of you and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean before he reached down to align his cock with you. his mouth was on yours, swallowing your sharp gasp as he pushed into you in one fluid motion. the pinchy stretch took your breath away, and you clutched his shirt tightly in your hands. “s’big,” you squeaked. you were pretty sure you uttered that word every time he fucked you. but you couldn’t help it. it was the truth, and he loved to hear it, it spurred him on. “and you take it like such a good little wife,” he cooed. what followed wasn’t slow or drawn out. it was rushed, a frenzy of need and desperation, mouths swallowing each other’s moans as you each chased your high. but bob wasn’t selfish. he’d be damned if he didn’t make you come first.

you might’ve been embarrassed over how quickly you finished, if it wasn’t for him rendering you brainless, fingers circling hurriedly around your swollen clit. the thrill of potentially being caught, coupled with the eroticism of it all, brought you over the edge at record speed. “c-co-coming,” you squeaked into his mouth, and he held your trembling form close, soothing you as you fell apart, trembling fiercely in his strong arms. as your head lolled to his shoulder, his hands came down to grasp your hips, pulling you back down onto his cock. a few deep thrusts later, and he was spilling his release within you, biting down on your shoulder to keep from crying out. his hips stuttered, pumping into you a few more times before he finally fell still against you, chest heaving, breathing labored.

moments later, he lifted his head to look at you. his hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed. there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. the bastard. “mm, that was quick,” he hummed in amusement. “think i made ya come in record time.” you hid your face against his neck. “couldn’t help it. felt too good,” you murmured. “i know. such a sensitive baby, huh? get my cock inside ya and you lose your mind,” he teased. you nodded, because it was the truth. “and i love it,” you admitted. he smiled. “so do i, honey. can’t resist your sweet little pussy.” soft lips kissed yours again, only to swallow your whimper when he eased his softening cock out of you. he pulled your panties back into place and said, “if you can be a good girl and hold it all inside you ‘til we get home, i’ll make you come on my tongue.”

and how could you resist an offer like that?

[jackson-imbecille]

Yippee, edited the hell out of this because I hated how it was. Might do more editing later.

The Warehouse

3.5k words Supernatural/Danny Phantom

Written in 2020 FFN AO3

The Winchesters hear about a string of suicides in Elmerton and come to investigate. Or, Sam and Dean overhear Spectra messing with Danny and talking about his home life. They offer to help him, human or not. Follows the AU where Danny is completely ghost and has minor shapeshifting abilities to make himself appear human.

“So, this is the place?” Dean asked. 

“Yup.” Sam answered. 

The warehouse was dark and grimey. A recent string of suspicious suicides in the building had caught the attention of a four amateur ghost hunters a few days back, three of which were currently hospitalized, and the last one was found dead from inflicted injuries. The building itself was nothing special. It was long abandoned and falling apart. The walls groaned as if they were on the verge of collapse, the roof was sagging in some areas, and had large holes through in others. Crates and boxes littered the floor, stacked up to fifteen feet high. Some rotted or ripped through on the sides, spilling their unidentifiable contents out and onto the floor

“Man, this place is destroyed. How is it still standing?” Dean asked, kicking aside a piece of the fallen roof.

“It won’t be for long.” Sam said. “It’s set for demolition next month.” 

“So,” Started Dean, “You thinking a ghost, or…” he shrugged. 

Sam shook his head. “It’s possible, but I don’t think so.” He walked over to some of the crates and began to examine them. “There isn’t really a record of anyone dying here before the suicides though, so I’m not sure. It could be anything.” 

“It sure looks haunted.” Dean took a step and tensed as he heard a loud crunch from under his boot. He shivered as he lifted his foot to see the crushed skeleton of a small animal underneath. “The place gives me the creeps, like the Van Ness House.”

“I get what you’re saying.” Sam pulled an EMF meter out of his jacket pocket. “Hopefully it’s just a ghost and we’ll be able to get this over with without anyone else dying.” He was just about to turn the EMF meter on when he heard someone. 

“Spectra, you’re an absolute bitch. You know that right?” At the sound, both Winchesters hid behind a stack of crates. Dean shoved Sam aside to look over them. Sam glared and crouched to peek around the side of the pile. 

A figure emerged from a hole in the wall across the warehouse.He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, mostly black with white accents and shoes. Short in stature with tanned skin, white hair, and eyes that glowed toxic green. He seemed young, couldn’t have been older than fifteen. He picked his way through the wreckage, unintentionally moving closer to the Winchester’s hiding spot, before stopping in the middle of the warehouse to look up.

Dean pulled out his gun, but Sam took it and raised his eyebrows. Dean rolled his eyes, but nodded. He took his gun back and stowed it. They’d sit back and listen, for now.

“There’s no point in hiding, I know you’re here. I thought I told you to stop messing with humans.”

For a while, nothing happened. The deafening silence was broken with a cackle that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It echoed through the room in an almost unbearable cacophony of noise and then silenced. The source of the sound staying hidden.

“Oh, you’re hilarious. You know that, right? See, you said I needed to ‘stop playing psychologist to lure humans to their deaths.’ And guess what? I haven’t been playing psychologist with them, and you’re not human. So I’m not breaking any silly little rules. Anyway, let’s talk. How have you been feeling recently? Have you finally started working on that temper of yours?” The voice was condescending and filled with mock cheer.

The kid rolled his eyes. “And so much for not playing psychologist.” He mumbled. “Cut the crap Spectra. You know exactly what I meant. Why are you here anyway? And alone? Did your little assistant dump you or something?” He chuckled a bit at his jab, scanning the room for the source of the voice. No dice.

“It seems you haven't. Can’t say I’m surprised. Well, I knew if I approached you, you wouldn’t take the time to listen before attacking. But you wouldn’t be able to resist interfering if I stirred up some trouble. I had to get your attention somehow, and it’s so nice to meet on neutral ground, isn’t it?” You could almost hear a grin in her tone. 

“Are you serious? You did all that just to talk to me?” The kid was fuming. Gesturing wildly and pacing back and forth while yelling at empty space. “You could have, oh, I don’t know, made a phone call like a normal fucking person! Man, now I’m gonna miss curfew again just because you wanted to be all dramatic. And I just got ungrounded!” 

“Still playing pretend I see?” The voice, Spectra crooned, dripping with amusement.

The boy suddenly stopped moving. “What?”  

She laughed again, seeming to find great humor in his offense. “Oh, I just find it so endearing. Your ignorance, that is.”

The boy glared at the walls and threw his hands up. “Okay, fine. If you did all this just to make fun of me, then there’s no point in talking.” His hands lit up with green light as he stared at the walls as if they were about to attack.

“You think if you just keep playing human, they’ll continue to care about you. Unfortunately, you can’t keep up the act forever. Soon enough, you’ll slip up. And they’ll destroy you.” She stated, her words laced with shallow sympathy. 

The boy’s hands flickered out and his face dropped for a moment, barely perceptible, before recovering. Eyes now full of fire and fury. “What did you just say?” 

“The second they find out what you are, they will end your pathetic existence! It’s only in their nature.” She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Okay, you need to shut up right now. ” The boy gritted out as his hands balled into fists. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. They wouldn’t do that. They’re my parents and they love me.” 

“But are they really?”

He was caught off guard. He tried and failed not to let it show. “Yes, they-”

“I mean, yes, of course they made you, but did they really raise you?” The voice questioned, its tone light as if it were discussing something simple as the weather. “I mean, who used to tuck you in at night? Who fed you, clothed you, comforted you? Certainly not them.” The boy opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

“When you started falling behind in school, who noticed? When you came home bloody and bruised, who patched you up? Who looked for you everywhere when you ran away? Who helps you through nightmares, panic attacks, the list goes on and on and on,”

“I don’t-”

“Your sister.” The voice said, cutting him off a second time. His face fell. “Your sister has always taken care of you because the ones who should have didn’t. Your sister, who gave up her whole childhood so that you wouldn’t have to. Now, she didn’t deserve all that did she?”

“It’s not their fault! They were…”The boy searched for an excuse to clear his parents’ names. “They were busy.” 

“Yes, yes, busy opening up a door to the other side, don’t we all know it. Busy shooting down ‘monsters’ that didn’t deserve it, busy shooting at you.”

The boy’s face fell further. “They didn’t know it was me, I was...” His eyes started to well up. 

“Oh yes, your little disguise. The ability to shift your form is such a useful one! From a distance, no one on earth would recognize the Phantom as little Danny Fenton. But up close, it’s blatantly obvious. What difference does a little color swap make?

“Of course, those idiot ‘parents’ of yours have seen you up close in both forms and yet, they didn’t recognize you. They had you strapped down to an autopsy table, ready to slice you open for the sake of science. You can’t get a closer view than that. They had you pinned like a bug, inches away from their stupid little eyes and didn’t see you. If your sister hadn’t tricked them into leaving the lab, they’d have flayed you open without a thought.”

“Stop.” It was quiet, barely audible through the voice’s echoes. 

“And then, when you were captured by those other hunters, what happened? It took them three days before they realized you were missing. Three days. And it wasn’t even your human identity that they noticed was gone.”

“Stop! Just stop it!” His fists were clenched and tears were falling freely at this point. The voice kept going. 

“Soon enough, you’re going to mess up. They’re going to find out what you are. And the fact that they created you is not going to stop them from doing what hunters do.” The voice softened. “You aren’t safe there.” 

The boy shook and covered his ears. He fell to his knees and curled in on himself, curling smaller and smaller as if to disappear. 

“I’m not listening to you,” He whispered. “You’re just using your weird emotion powers to make me miserable so you can feed off me like a leech.”

The voice paused, then replied. “I didn’t bring you here to feed on you.”

The boy’s grip on his ears loosened and he glanced upward. “What?”

The voice grew soft and caring. “We’re worried about you. Both you and your sister. We’re worried the two won’t survive long in that house, and for good reason.”

The boy glared up at the shadows. “My sister is human. Even if they try to end me, they would never, ever hurt her.” He snarled. 

“You were human too weren’t you?”

A tall woman with red hair materialized from the shadows and walked towards the boy. 

She crouched carefully in her red suit and pulled down her sunglasses. There was an almost motherly kindness in her eyes. 

“Face it.” She placed one hand gently on the boy’s shoulder. “You’re dead. They killed you and they don’t even know it. You’ll never be human again. Staying with hunters is the worst thing you could do. You need to be with your own kind.” He looked away from her. She sighed.

“I can take you and your sister somewhere safer, somewhere you can live without fear. There are rooms ready and waiting for you at Vlad’s mansion.”

The boy scrunched his nose in disgust. “Why should I trust you? Vlad has been trying to kill my dad for years, and you tried to kill my sister. Why should I believe that either of us would be safe with you?” He pulled away from the woman’s grip and stood.

“Anyway, Vlad has that weird obsession with my mom. He’d give her anything she wants. I don’t think I’d ever be ‘safe from her’ with him.” 

The woman recoiled and stood. “I admit that I haven’t made the best choices in the past, but I am changing. Vlad is too. We are helping each other move past our mistakes and do better.” The boy scoffed. She continued. 

“Vlad has realized that Maddie will never return his affection and has moved on. You have nothing to fear from us, which is far more than you can say about your parents.” She smiled at the boy. The boy thought over her words and took a step forward, his eyes glazed over with a milky green haze. The woman offered her hand to him. He lifted his hand to shake it, but stopped. 

“I don’t believe you.” He pulled his hand away and stepped back, as if being anywhere near her would burn him. The green haze disappeared. “This is what you do. You manipulate people into trusting you, then hurt them. You’ve killed people, both you and Vlad.” His words were picking up speed and volume. 

“You’re both evil. I don’t want anything to do with either of you!” He yelled. 

The building went silent. The woman’s kind understanding smile morphed into a rage filled sneer. Her arm snapped forward and grabbed the boy’s wrist. He panicked and began to fade from view, but the woman tightened her grip and pushed him to the ground. He tried to scoot away, but she pinned him to the ground with one foot.

The woman grinned, displaying far too many teeth and wagged her finger. “Ah ah ah, no escaping, freak. Vladdie’s paying me good money to get his little toy back, so just relax and let this happe-”

BANG

Stunned, the woman loosened her grip. The boy scrambled free and stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall. She held a hand to her chest, green liquid pouring out of multiple wounds. She looked around the warehouse until she locked eyes with Dean, still aiming the shotgun at her. She glared and hissed. 

The gun shot several more rounds at her, but she disappeared into the shadows, escaping every blast. “I know this isn’t the end of this. Sooner or later you will return, just begging for our protection. Pray it isn’t too late when you do.”

The darkest shadows in the building pulled together, as if being sucked up by a black hole, before vanishing altogether. 

“You okay kid?”

The car ride to Danny’s house was tense and quiet. Every once in a while, the kid would tell Dean which direction to go in, but other than that, it was nearly silent. Which made every little sound from the tires rolling across road or gravel ever more grating and ominous. Fifteen minutes passed before anyone said anything. Sam and Dean spent the time thinking of the best way to start the inevitable conversation, while Danny spent it hoping that the conversation wouldn’t come. In the end, it was Dean that decided to break the silence

“So, that Spectra, she doesn’t seem like much fun huh?”

The kid didn’t say anything. He just stared down at his hands as he picked at his fingernails. Scraping at loose cuticles, peeling away flaking bits of the nails and ripping away dead skin.

Recognizing his failure, but determined to try again, Dean continued. “Was she telling the truth about the,” He paused, thinking of the best way to word what he was thinking. “Situation with your parents?”

The kid looked up for a brief second before continuing to pick at his nails, now picking at the right hand instead of the left. His face darkened and he stopped picking at his hand before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He just sat like that for a second before letting out a huff of air and looking out the window at the cars passing by.

“Turn left here”

The car turned.

After nearly seven more minutes of awkward tension, Dean made his third attempt at breaking the uncomfortable silence. “They’re hunters right?” He offered, using a question they already knew the answer to in order to give Danny an opportunity to choose whether or not to join in on the conversation. Unfortunately, Danny’s unresponsiveness and continued window staring showed that he had declined to take the opportunity.

Dean looked to Sam, nonverbally asking for help. He had never really been that good at the talking to people thing. That had always been Sam’s strong suit. Luckily, Sam picked up on the message.

“What Dean means to say is, we aren’t sure if you going home would be the best decision. We know how most hunters will shoot first, ask questions later. Hell, that’s what we were raised to do. And if your home situation is already that bad, are you sure it would be safe to go back?”

Danny turned his attention from the window to the tiny crumbs of debris stuck in the seams of the seat cushion to the left of him. He picked at them with his left hand while his right fiddled with the hoodie string pinched between his fingers. He was trying to keep a neutral face, but every few seconds it would break.

“Bet Jody wouldn’t mind taking care of another kid, or maybe Bobby.”

Sam turned his head to Dean and gave him a look. Nonverbally telling him to shut up. Dean shrugged and went back to staring at the road.

Sam sighed and directed his eyes to the rear view mirror to look at Danny. “We just want to know if taking you back is the right option.”

The kid stopped fidgeting with the crumbs on the seat and moved his left hand to fiddle with the same hoodie string his right was fidgeting with. His face was tightened into an uncomfortable closed mouth grimace. He dropped the string and picked at the fraying edge of his sleeve before opening his mouth and looking up. He seemed to have changed his mind about something though as he quickly shut it and looked down again.

A couple minutes later he opened his mouth again and hesitantly spoke, eyes fixed to the sleeve in his hand. “I-” He stopped for a second, looked to his left, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and started over. “They’re my parents. I’m not just gonna abandon them, they need me.” He kept his head down, eyes averted from the mirror Sam was looking through.

Dean’s face hardened and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. Sam turned a concerned glance at him before focusing his eyes back on the kid in the backseat. He let out a breath before speaking.

“Kid, we’re not asking what your parents want. We’re asking if we’re going to endanger you by bringing you back to them.”

An uncomfortable look painted the kid’s face before he looked back toward the window and it dropped, leaving behind a blank and unreadable expression. He stared out the window for a couple more minutes before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Turn left on seventh street.”

A few minutes passed, then Sam sighed, slightly frustratedly before he began to speak again.

“We get it, we’re two random guys that just happened to hear all of that, you have every right to be wary of us. But if what that Spectra said was true, you aren’t safe there.”

The kid completely ignored him, face blank as he scanned the area. Then after a few seconds, he pointed at the brightest, most obnoxious zoning violation of a building either of the Winchesters had ever seen.

“It’s that house, the one with all the lights and stuff.”

Slightly stunned, Dean hesitantly pulled into the driveway next to what looked like a cross between an RV and a military grade tank and parked the car. The kid put his hand on the door to leave, but before he could, Sam turned around to try to talk to him.

“You don’t have to go back to them, there are people who would be willing to take you in and help you, human or not.”

Danny looked down as if contemplating his options, but he soon came to a conclusion.

“Goodbye.”

He opened the door and walked back into the house like a lamb to the slaughter. They knew that this would be the most likely outcome, but it was still somehow shocking.

“Are we seriously going to let him just walk back to that house?”

Sam wiped a hand across his face in defeat, then shook his head.

“If he’s not going to accept help there’s really nothing we can do to stop him.”

Dean waited a few minutes, then tightened his grip on the steering wheel before cursing and hesitantly switching the car to reverse. He wished he could just barge into the house guns blazing and solve the problem that way, but that wouldn’t work. These were humans he was dealing with, hunters at that, and what they usually did wouldn’t fly.

No matter what situation he thought up in his head, he couldn’t come up with a way he could try to fix this without risking more harm to the kid.

He started to slowly back out of the driveway, already regretting his decision to leave, when suddenly, he heard a knock on the car window.

Standing there was the kid and a girl not much older than him, maybe around sixteen or seventeen. She looked similar to him, most likely siblings, but there were a few differences. Her hair was bright orange, her skin was lighter, and she was taller. He rolled the window down.

Each kid was carrying a couple small items. A stuffed bear, a pillow, a backpack, and a few books for the girl. A stuffed dinosaur, a pillow, and what looked like a plastic rocket for Danny.

The kid fixed his eyes to the ground and hugged his things closer to him before the girl behind him nudged his arm with her elbow. He looked at her questioningly, she just gave him a reassuring look and made an exaggerated deep breath. He closed his eyes and copied the breath before looking up and meeting Dean in the eye.

“Those people you said could help, do you think they’d be willing to take in more than one kid?”

[elleloquently]

invisible string [5] : ellie williams

part four

| college!ellie x female!reader - thank you once again for being patient! comments are highly appreciated, as are reblogs <3 hearing from you all gets me so excited to write more for this little series!!

| c/w - anxiety

the sunlight woke you up in the morning, rays peeking in from your dorm window until your entire room looked vibrant and bright. it was an optimistic start. you weren't exactly a morning person, no matter how hard you tried, but the promise of seeing ellie was enough to make you spring up in bed, tossing the covers messily around your feet. 

you felt around for your phone, lost somewhere within the blankets. it was a nasty habit you developed only after getting ellie's number, falling asleep with your phone tangled in your bedding instead of putting it up and away for the night.

you quickly pulled it free, delighted to be greeted with a message from your new favorite person about confirming your plans for the day.

new favorite person.

you let your phone drop in your lap. it was hard to keep reminding yourself not to get ahead of things... but ellie made it hard. she stuck around, essentially went out of her way to speak to you and even make plans. it could be easy to dismiss everything, to let your anxiety take control once again and convince yourself that it meant nothing, that you're reading into things and making things up and practically daydreaming about ellie actually caring about you...

but she really did, didn't she? she had basically admitted it the night before, unless you really were reading into it...?

her quiet confession still rang true in your ears.

'honestly i was getting ready to leave before i saw you.'

ellie stuck around. for you.

it had to mean something. whether it be a friendship, or... she cared about you, in some way, and you weren't going to push that aside simply because you were sure that it was too good to be true. the semester would end soon anyway, would you keep this up during winter break, throughout next semester? one thing was for certain, you weren't going to miss out on getting to know her more, getting to spend time with her. it was dumb luck, a class crush turned into something more and you would leap at the chance.

nerves ate away at you after leaving bed and getting ready, prepping to see ellie at 12:30 like you had agreed. she was even going to meet you at your dorm. it was polite but felt so formal, you were glad to have the study guide as a somewhat buffer for your nerves. even though it obviously wasn't your first meet up, if you were judged solely on your level of nervousness, anyone could be mistaken. ellie was a comforting presence to be around, but yet she was so intimidating. you honestly just wanted to drink her up, learning anything and everything you could about the girl.

you were zipping your bag when a soft chime rang through the air, your phone's notification breaking through the silence and your train of thought. it was a declaration of arrival and ellie was there, waiting for you outside of your building.

you immediately booked it into high gear, sparing only one last fleeting moment to glance in the mirror, making sure everything was exactly how you had wanted. after feeling like such a mess the previous night, you wanted to be easy-going and light hearted today, especially to continue to make a good impression.

nearly racing down the stairs, (the elevator always took far too long,) you made it to the ground level in record time. despite the misleading sunshine it was still miserably cold outside, and you didn't want ellie waiting for you long in the wind.

she was easy to spot once you were outside. ellie was just a few feet away from the main entrance, hands shoved in her pockets with a lopsided grin on her face upon seeing you.

"hey," ellie called, watching as you walked over to her. you grinned. the sound of her voice directed towards you was simply too much.

"i don't feel like studying today," you responded as a greeting. it was honest but joke-y, good to break the ice. not that the ice necessarily needed breaking, again, but perhaps just a little thawed. being anxious usually made things like that.

ellie snorted at your remark, shaking her head. "then we're off to a great start."

after the events of the previous night, you were grateful to have something to talk about that didn't revolve around schoolwork. of course, you had normal conversations about your lives, hobbies and interests, but sometimes it was difficult to pull a conversation topic out of thin air, especially with something as fresh as this thing with ellie.

regardless, you debriefed, discussing last night's most hilarious and dreadful moments while you walked alongside each other. ellie's laugh was a symphony and you revealed in it, playing up a bit if she found it especially funny. you were quick to find your footing today, maybe because you had seen her and hung out with her outside of campus and for some reason now it felt more real.

bumping shoulders occasionally while you walked, you opted to return to the dining hall that you previously hung out at. (ellie had referred to it as “our place” and even though you had only gone once before, your voice caught in your throat.)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the dining hall was crowded.

any confidence you had built up while getting ready and walking to your destination was quickly squished away. you sat now, red in the face and humbled as you toyed with a straw wrapper. ellie was hunched over her side of the table, focused on the study guide and trying to tune you in while tuning everybody else out.

you managed to score an empty table but it wasn’t ideal. at the table to your right, a group of guys were loudly debating something. to your left, girls with hoarse voices going over drama from some party.

you shrunk down lower in your seat, flicking the wrapper across the paper that was on the table in front of you. it was almost too loud to think, and you always avoided the dining hall if it was this unbearable. you attempted to steady your breathing but it happened louder than you expected, coming out like a sigh.

it was enough to draw ellie's attention, her eyebrows knitting together as her gaze slowly lifted to you.

"are you alright?" she questioned. you nodded, eyes wide. it was embarrassing. you didn't want her to feel like you were bored.

"we'll get it done, don't worry," ellie reassured you, which was sweet. she thought you were stressed about the study guide, (to be fair, you were, just not in that exact moment) so it was slightly relieving that you didn't appear to be as anxious as you felt.

"i know," you smiled because ellie was watching for your reaction. you debated for just a moment whether or not to indulge her, ellie's green eyes boring into your own. "it's just really loud," you admitted.

"and crowded," ellie added. this caused you to perk up, sitting up straighter.

"yeah," you enthused, happy your feelings weren't isolating. "i just don't really love it," you tried. treading lightly.

"this actually blows," ellie concluded. your smile grew into a grin, a contrast from your shared words but it was genuine.

"do you wanna go?" you questioned, happy to stay for ellie's sake but itching to leave, the cold would be better than another ten minutes where you currently were.

you seemed quite chipper but ellie faltered, her smile dropping noticeably after you had spoke.

"oh," you said automatically, quick to clarify. "we could go somewhere else."

you would've crossed your fingers if ellie wouldn't have seen. she recovered quickly and nodded. "we could go to mine."

your heart flipped.

ellie's tone was casual as she dropped her offer, but the tips of her ears were pink. maybe she was simply anxious like you, but suddenly reading too far into it felt like a game.

you grew eager quite quickly, to see how she liked to decorate and if she kept things tidy or couldn't help but have a few jackets thrown throughout the room.

nodding in agreement, accepting ellie's offer, she didn't hesitate to gather her things and stand up from the table. you followed suit, certainly in a trance.

the getaway was quick but the walk was slow, casual. neither of you were in a rush to hurry and arrive, finish the study guide, and say goodbye. you were genuinely hanging out, and you couldn't decide if you were more excited or more nervous. you peered over at ellie, who was breathing out on purpose, watching the cold swirl in the air. you wondered if she was nervous too, nervous about you seeing her room. it felt sort of intimate, but maybe only because you were prone to overthinking.

her building wasn't much different compared to yours, though you stuffed yourselves into the elevator, shoulder to shoulder so you didn't have to graze anyone else.

ellie felt awkward now, you could tell. she shuffled her a feet a little upon reaching her door, her first attempt at unlocking it failed by her fumbling hands. the action only made you feel more confident, determined to make her feel comfortable and not regret letting you into her space.

ellie held the door open with one hand, gesturing for you to step inside with the other hand after flicking on the light. you stepped in front of her, given her cue, and breathed out a sigh.

it was like getting a peek inside of her mind, viewing ellie's room. she watched you carefully with baited breath as you stepped around her room, taking it all in.

it was clean, but there was a hoodie thrown on the back of her chair. she had a couple of plants, comics, and posters too. they were band posters, and there was a solar system map above her bed. it caught your interest, and you threw an approving smile over your shoulder at ellie.

"you know those little glow in the dark stars that kids put on the walls and ceilings and stuff?" you asked her, feeling as though you had to speak quietly. everything was so still.

ellie nodded, glancing over you as you face towards her.

"i still have them," you admit.

ellie's gaze softens and she smiles in adoration. she doesn't speak, but her reaction is tender enough and you're satisfied. you look over the solar system once more before your eyes move to a different wall, one with a lot less open space. pictures and drawings are arranged, drawing your attention. you glance at ellie again, silently asking for permission, and she nods. you move closer to examine the pictures, but your eyes catch on one thing in particular.

it's a colorful post it note, the one with your doodle that you had signed. on her wall.

ellie had said that she was going to keep it, but you didn't expect her to put it up. hers were on your wall too of course, but it felt like a secret, harboring a crush with her drawings on your wall. this felt equal, and it made you feel brave.

"my drawing," you spoke, breaking the silence. you turned to look at ellie once more, waiting for her response. instead her face paled, almost as if she had been caught.

shit. was she embarrassed? you felt horrible for thinking it, but it made you feel better. equal. brave.

"i have yours on my wall too," you confessed. ellie's lips parted in surprise but she was so good at catching herself. her smile was crooked as a laugh escaped her lips. "no way," she remarked. flustered. proud. relieved.

"it's true," you played into it. "signed by the artist herself and everything. it's real valuable."

scoffing, ellie took a few steps closer so she stood just behind your shoulder as you turned back to peer at her wall some more.

"real funny," she grumbled, but you could hear the smile in her voice anyway.

she had some of her own drawings on the wall too, you could tell because it matched ellie's art style from her doodles.

"these are really good," you breathed, taking in every detail sketched by her pen.

"yeah?" ellie glanced at you sideways, watching you take in her artwork.

your heart seized, feeling lucky to have doodles done by ellie williams on your wall. you wanted even more. you wondered suddenly if any other girls had drawings done by ellie on their walls too, and you scrunched up your nose. it was a weird thought, and you forcibly shoved it away by moving on to the pictures.

some of the pictures looked recent, while others were obviously much older. the majority of the pictures featured her alongside other people. some were photobooth strips, with ellie making ridiculous faces at the camera. they looked old. other pictures were like that too, goofy faces and bunny ears with an older man and people who were most likely her friends. some of them were sweet, smiling photos and a few candids of small groups together.

it made your heart feel warm as you took them in, getting a peek at ellie's life while unveiling another layer. you felt soft for the girl and you wanted to hear stories, but you were weary of being invasive.

a lot of pictures featured dina and a guy, who you assumed to be jesse. they seemed to be a close trio, and you wanted to confirm it.

"that's dina," you pointed her out in one particular photo. ellie hummed, confirming. you only met her once, and it was pretty dark, but she was nice.

you pointed the guy out now, looking to ellie. "is that jesse?"

ellie nodded, giving you a small, encouraging smile.

you hoped that it was sweet, thoughtful that you had remembered the important people in her life. you moved your gaze back to the several photos that included the older man. they were younger in some of the pictures, both him and ellie victim to the bunny ears in seperate photos. there was a picture of them smiling at what looked to be a museum, with huge dinosaur bones behind them. they were both wearing silly hats and your lips lifted into a smile. in another, a much younger ellie was wearing an astronaut type of helmet, grinning wildly at the camera.

the recent photos were cute too. a lot were of them smiling together with varying backgrounds. in one picture you spotted a massive banner from your college, the one that was set up on move in day from freshman year. so many parents had pressed for photos, incoming students smiling through tears or grumbling about being embarrassed while posing. you stifled a laugh, leaning in closer.

ellie was stood in front of the banner, an awkward smile that looked more like a grimace was plastered on her face. she weakly held a thumbs up, while the man at her side was grinning proudly.

"ellie," you spoke. "is that joel?"

ellie smiled knowingly. "yeah. that's joel."

you grinned, pleased with your correct assumption. she had told you about him before, and now you could finally put a face to the name.

moving on from the pictures, you finally noticed a guitar nestled into the corner of the room by her desk.

"oh man," you sighed, rushing over to it. "ellie, it's so cool."

"joel gave it to me," ellie responded. "he actually taught me how to play," she explained.

you appreciated the tidbit, especially since before she had seemed shy at any mention of her playing the guitar.

"that's so cool," you said honestly.

ellie shrugged, modest, but still she smiled. she watched as you basically admired the things around her room, not wanting to pull you away but desperate to finish the study guide so that you could both focus on anything but that.

"alright," ellie began, posing the dreadful order. "let's finish this, shall we?"

sighing in resignation, you let your bag fall dramatically off of your shoulder and onto the floor, the thud softened by a rug as it landed next to your feet. "the sooner it's over, the better."

"no argument there," ellie uttered, plopping down onto her bed with a huff. you hesitated momentarily, considering sitting down in her desk chair but her words got to you first.

"you can sit up here," she mused, eyebrow raising at the look of panic that must've etched itself upon your face. ellie kicked off her converse, playfully rolling her eyes at your frozen state. it was your turn now to feel insecure. you shoved off your shoes, carefully setting them off to the side and placing your bag on her bed.

"sure?" you questioned, eyebrow raising. ellie nodded once and patted the bed. you sat across from her, cheeks noticeably heating up.

last night you had seen her off campus, and now you were on her bed. it was enough to make your head spin, but for now you had to focus.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"and then he was like," you put on your most obnoxious guy voice, making it deep and stupid. "only one? you need more than that, blah blah blah."

ellie snorted, rifling through the assortment of snacks that had been dumped on the bed.

it took nearly two hours, but the study guide was out of sight, out of mind. you sat on ellie's bed, legs crossed.

"jesus dude," ellie muttered, sounded bewildered. "i still feel bad about scaring you though."

"please don't," you insisted. "you seriously saved me." your giggles teetered out and you glanced at ellie seriously. "and thank you for driving me back last night. things were obviously not going well for me, so," you played with the end fringe of a forest green throw blanket.

"anytime," ellie replied. her tone was lighthearted but the serious nature of your comment made her feel jittery, hands drumming on her thighs. you tensed, not wanting to be the reason for an awkward silence. ellie surprised you, however, when she swallowed hard and continued on.

"i thought you might've been out with like, your boyfriend, or someone."

you slowly met her eyes, heart pounding at her side comment. it was so unnecessary, and so obviously bait. it had to be, even if you were overthinking, because you had talked frequently and if you were dating someone it certainly would've come up by now.

you indulged her anyway, wiping your palms on your pants. "no boyfriend," you clarified, shaking your head.

it felt so stupid yet so important, the direction that the conversation was headed in.

"you could've been out with your boyfriend," you retorted, but the words sounded so idiotic leaving your mouth.

ellie snorted, genuinely caught off guard. "no boyfriend," she laughed scrunching her nose.

obviously, you thought.

ellie was amused, and you felt as though you were on the defense.

"whatever," you waved your hand, clearly embarrassed.

ellie laughed at you, but it wasn't mean. the sound was nice anyway, so you smiled, eyes crinkling. you felt lucky to be hanging out without the pressure of school hanging over your head. it meant that she actually wanted to spend time with you, not just for the sake of studying. you liked it like this, being able to just talk and get to know ellie. you liked having an excuse to look at her, too. she talked with her hands a lot, and you couldn't help but long for the feeling of her arm around your waist again, even if you felt guilty for thinking it.

"have you ever had a boyfriend?" ellie questioned suddenly. she wasn't good at pretending to sound casual and your stomach twisted.

wordlessly and trying to ignore how hard ellie was watching, you shrugged. "nothing serious," you tried to explain. "have you dated?" you asked back, purposefully leaving the statement vague.

"yeah," ellie clicked. "i've dated."

you tried not to allow your reaction to be evident on your face. of course she has. you felt honestly bitter, and even more irritated that she stayed vague as well.

the conversation lulled, panic settling in your emotions as you both grew quiet. you couldn't get a read on ellie, and you wondered if it was maybe because she didn't want you to. the idea taunted you, and you nearly wanted to take the plunge and ask her something that could change everything but maybe you didn't want to change anything, maybe you wanted to be content with being her friend and hanging out like this and helping each other study, maybe it was just better that way? you could try to convince yourself, but the nagging feeling would still eat away at you, what would happen if you could just confess-

"can i ask you a question?" you blurted out.

ellie sat forward, putting her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on top of her hands.

"why'd you sit next to me? in class? you always sat in the same spot and then... out of nowhere you just, why'd you do that?"

her eyebrows drew together as ellie contemplated which point to advance on first. you must've looked nervous because ellie's tone was teasing when she next spoke.

"actually, you sat next to me," she teased pointedly. "and you paid attention to where i sat every day?"

your face burned and you scrambled to back track, self conscious under her gaze.

"come on," you huffed. "everyone sat in the same seats all semester. i did sit next to you but you were sitting next to my seat!" you rambled, defending yourself.

"come on," ellie mocked, though she hesitated to meet your eyes. "iiiit's not a big deal," she breathed, drawing out the sound of the vowel.

you unwillingly retreated, but still wanted to pry for more. neither of you could commit. you would nearly knock down a wall and right when it was almost there, you gave up, never truly making any progress. still, you wondered if the territory was even worth recovering.

"ellie," you started again. "i'm glad you showed up for the study group that day, or, actually, that i showed up."

it was innocent enough, it didn't have to mean much but it could mean more if either of you wanted it too.

"yeah. me too," ellie responded quietly. she finally met your eyes again but you didn't shy away.

"ellie-"

she murmured your name in response, copying your tone. you faltered, too caught off guard to smoothly recover from it.

"you swear i didn't impose last night?" you asked.

'honestly i was getting ready to leave before i saw you.' the words stuck in your mind, and you were curious if she would say something similar now or go back on her word.

"swear," ellie said automatically. she didn't need to think about her answer, it was true and there was no denying it. her certainty had you feeling optimistic like the morning sun. you couldn't help but bring the conversation back to the previous evening, your skin burned under her touch and you yearned for it now, any confirmation that she could possibly feel the same way.

"i'm glad you were there last night too," you said, hoping you didn't sound too repetitive. you already expressed your gratitude a few minutes ago, but you needed something.

ellie smiled despite herself, your willingness to push forward impressing and amusing her.

"hey," ellie murmured. "i'm glad you were there too," she quietly admitted.

your pulse quickened at the sincerity and sighed. "i wish i would've talked to you earlier on in the semester... we could've been friends," you said wistfully.

"friends," ellie muttered, picking at her nail.

you squinted at her and she spoke up. "we are friends," she offered.

the confirmation was nice but something about her tone left you wanting. you were glad that she thought of you as a friend, but you still liked her.

"why'd you invite me to study with you? in the library?"

harmless, but you were definitely toeing the line of being annoying.

"you're very inquisitive," ellie mused. her tone was gentle but she moved her gaze to the ceiling. "we don't have to do this now."

do what? you wanted to ask, but you knew it was getting to be too much. you had your answer, after all. if it were a normal, casual situation, she could've given you an easy answer. but she didn't, so there must've been something there. you smiled down at your lap and ellie looked at you, wondering.

wanting the pressure off of herself, since you felt inspired to ask her so many questions, ellie decided to do the same.

"why'd you stay?" she pressed, taunting as she leaned closer to you.

you stiffened, looking at her from under your eyelashes. "what do you mean?"

"when i invited you to sit with me in the library," ellie clarified.

"oh," you said flatly. "to study. you needed help, didn't you?"

a look of confusion crossed ellie's face briefly before something clicked. whatever registered made her smile like she knew a secret, and she nodded. "uh huh," she breathed out.

you looked puzzled but ellie left it alone. unsatisfied, you decided to be more honest.

"plus... you just invited me, you know? you always looked cool and intimidating... i guess i wanted to, you know, get to know you?"

"what," ellie laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "you're lying," she accuses.

"i am not!" you exclaim, gaping at her. you jokingly wack at her arm, but her reflexes are too quick and she catches your wrist in her hand.

you swallow hard, freezing at her touch. ellie's lips twitch and she slowly releases you, your arm flopping comically down on the bed.

"i'm not lying," you persist, nearly having to force yourself not to whisper. "honestly? i've wanted to talk to you for awhile." you feel sick at your confession, despite its innocence.

"why didn't you?"

"i don't know. scared?"

"scared of me?" ellie questions, sounding concerned.

"no," you quickly clarify. "not scared of you, just..." well, maybe you were a little scared of her. maybe you still were, judging by how quickly your heart was beating. your knees bumped against hers, but you didn't feel like you had to apologize. it was comfortable.

"well, you're talking to me now," ellie offered, glancing quickly at your legs once your knees touched.

"i know!"

"i'm glad you are," ellie spoke softly, carefully watching your reaction.

"yeah? me too," you reply, not overthinking the idea of conveying your feelings for once. there was so much that was still unsaid, but in way it was still revealing. you were happy even to just be there, sitting with ellie and talking with ellie and existing with ellie, and you were starting to feel pretty sure that she felt the same way.

[ part six ]

[neonponders]

Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁

~ Part 6 ~

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.

“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”

“Bwing the hat!”

“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.

Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”

“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”

“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.

“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”

Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.

Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”

Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”

However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”

“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.

“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”

“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.

Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”

Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”

“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.

Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”

Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”

“Spicy!” Billy demanded.

Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.

“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”

“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.

As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.

Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”

Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”

Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”

“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”

“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.

Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”

They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.

A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”

The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”

Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”

Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”

“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -

“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.

Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”

“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”

Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”

Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”

Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”

“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.

Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”

The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.

[hausofanya]

have your ramen and cry in it.

genre, feelings. ( talk to me. suffering in silence is futile to growth. ) featuring, cléo, chan, and chan’s terrible spice tolerance.

two hours. two hours spent encased in a glass box with nothing to show for it but her throat run a bit raw and wasted time. the strain in her voice is noticeable but amplified in her own mind. she can feel the weight of her own dissatisfaction hanging heavy on her shoulders, gaze dropped to the floor as a hastily shoved on baseball cap obscures her view.

two hours of his wasted time, too. but he’d never say it to her face. he was too nice. sometimes to a fault.

‘you’ve almost got it!’ his voice crackles in through the speakers and she thinks she nods or does some kind of head jerk to indicate she heard him. her gaze doesn’t move from the floor, her heartbeat thrumming underneath her skin. ‘we’re gonna run it back one more time, alright?’

she wonders if he knows about the whispers she gets when people think nobody’s listening. about the girl who wasn’t talented enough to debut in a ‘proper group’, so jyp stuck her with the ‘experimental one because he didn’t know what to do with her’. that she knows what people say online about her — attention seeking, crybaby, industry whore — and that she spends her nights scrolling through forums instead of getting her hours in. the makeup artists are starting to get frustrated with her, she knows. the boys are starting to get concerned, too. but matter how much she tries to push the negativity aside, it persists like a festering wound against the outskirts of her mind, plaguing even her unconscious hours.

if she really was the ‘golden voice’ of her school, where’s all that talent gone? she sounds like a shattered record lol. my two year old sister can sing better than that. kick her out omg

she probably slept with someone high up to have debuted in that group. and it’s not even like they’re famous anyway so why bother? just seems like a lot of effort going nowhere imo

when is jyp going to stop debuting kids who clearly need to grow up more than sing on stage… did we not learn from sixteen???

honestly glad survival shows exist bc u can really see it’s mostly just looks. yeah she’s pretty but that’s all she’s got going for her. most she’ll get is maybe two years and then a flop acting career.

she’d stewed over that last comment for days. even now, when she’s supposed to be improving, she can’t stop thinking about those comments, despite standing on her little soap box mere hours ago when hyunjin had expressed his own uncertainties. she’d sat there and listened and kept her own nasty swirl of fears buried deep enough, entrusted with someone else’s fears for safekeeping.

hypocrite. but fake it until you hopefully make it, right?

cléo starts back from the top once more, turned away from the eyes seemingly boring into her body on the other side of the glass. trapped, like a caged zoo animal. she’s suddenly glad there aren’t any cameras rolling.

paper clutched in her hands, her voice wavers in the slightest but she’s able to get through most of the lyrics and runs with no trouble. hope crawls a treacherous path from the balls of her feet and up to her heart. arms weak, it snags on any surface it can hold on to; a perfectly pitched riff, a smoothly sung chorus. and just when it finds the light, the end of the song just in reach—

her voice cracks. again, and again, and again.

no matter how many times she insisted on getting that one particular note right, her voice leaves her swiftly without second thought, all her progress depleting. hope trips and tumbles painfully back to the uneven ground. the paper crinkles in her hands, giving way easily from repeating crushing.

cléo takes a shaky breath and blinks back tears of frustration, quickly reaching up to wipe at her eyes under the guise of brushing her hair away from her face. ( she’s not fooling anyone, she knows. ) when she sneaks a look back at outside, she sees no one else in that room but him. her chest cinches painfully.

just as she’s about to try once more, his voice crackles in before she’s able to get a sound out.

‘cléo.’ she hesitates, but turns despite every muscle in her body screaming at her not to.

chan’s expression is unreadable, but she can tell he’s not .. mad. or frustrated, or even pissed. which confuses her because she’s one hundred percent sure he heard every second of her disaster attempt at a recording.

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, staring at her with the same unreadable expression, and her skin itches from being stared at so closely. her gaze falls back to the floor before her eyes squeeze shut to prevent from crying.

‘are you hungry?’

huh? cléo swallows nervously and tries her best to scale her confusion back, absolutely sure he was going to comment on her lackluster abilities. she’s too late in answering what was probably a rhetorical question anyway.

‘man, i’m starved.’ chan then smiles at her through the glass and her eyes slowly begin to sting from the warmth radiating through the barrier. ‘i could probably eat a horse at this rate. let’s go eat, yeah? my treat.’

✶

one convenience-store-and-stray-cat-finding trip later, and cléo finds herself watching in budding amusement as chan tries and fails to act as if his mouth isn’t on fire.

when he’d told her he’d get the two of them whatever she wanted to eat, she’d suggested ramen because it was easy to make and didn’t require a lot of things to cook. besides waiting for the eggs to boil in his tiny little kitchen, the ramen was the best choice of a late night meal.

except .. she hadn’t been clear on how spicy it was. and she paid the price by watching in horror, at first, to see chan’s ears turn bright red — near cartoon-esque — to poorly hidden mirth as he down his second ( third? ) cup of milk while her bottled water remained unopened.

“you’re trying to kill me, i know it,” chan groans weakly, and scoffs loudly when it makes her stifle a laugh. “you’re laughing. i’m seconds away from my deathbed, and you’re laughing. cléo.”

it’s the mention of her name that finally makes her crack, bursting into a fit of giggles that nearly make her fall over in her chair. it brings tears to her eyes out of how weak her body becomes soon after, unlike the tears and sniffling coming from her companion’s lack of a spice tolerance. he puffs out his face in faux anger and it sends her into another round of laughter, clutching her stomach as she pleads for him to stop.

red cheeked but amused by her good mood, chan slowly eases the both of them into amicable conversation, steering clear from her ruined studio session. but the memories coming rolling back in despite his best efforts, and she goes from smiling and laughing to slowly answering with one worded responses, her expression closing shut.

silence hangs in chan’s tiny kitchen. cléo struggles to keep her breathing leveled.

it only takes one look and a gentle toned calling of her name for the first tears to stain her shirt, shoulders hunched up to her ears. her baseball cap long forgotten, she can’t hide from him even if she wanted to. shaking hands still attempting anyway — wiping furiously at tired eyes before his hands slowly pull them away least she hurt herself.

when she looks up at him, trembling nervously, she’s hit with a near painful amount of concern and sadness mixed in his expression. and that’s what hits the final nail in the coffin, her resolve crumbling before she bursts into tears.

chan rubs her back soothingly as it spills out of her without warning, his head resting on top of hers. she tells him about her worst fears, the resentment she held towards herself most of all, and those comments — hundreds of them aimed at her worst moments and badly timed mistakes, magnified by slow cuts and repetition. her fingers curl into his shirt as another horrid sob wracks through her entire body, her tears dissolving into the black fabric of his shirt. she feels him stiffen and her throat closes up, prepared for the worst; for him to agree, since he saw firsthand what they were talking about.

she wouldn’t blame him, honestly. he’d built this group from the ground up. maybe all she was worth was a life resigned to endless training leading to an attempt towards acting. assuming any company would want her once her failed attempts resurfaced.

instead, he hugs her even tighter, his voice firm despite its soft timbre. “we chose you.” her headache bangs the drumline of a death metal song against her skull. “no matter what, we chose you. they only know what’s edited and served to them on a platter.”

she can feel him smiling without seeing it. “stage fright is normal even if you’ve been singing since you were little. you’re only human after all. and what’s a few bad clips compared to getting the chance to debut? you’ll work hard and do better. i know you will.”

cléo’s chest tightens a bit, but not as painfully this time. a small part of her still has doubts, a bit skeptical of his unwavering faith in her. despite it, she allows herself to relax into his hug for as long as she can bear it before she pulls away and awkwardly stares at her lap. “now i feel kind of silly. but, um. thank you for listening.” even if i still don’t understand how much you still believe in me.

“it’s the least i could do when you have clear intent to kill me. one last good deed before i die from heart burn or inflammation or something.”

chan smiles as cléo threatens to swap bowls, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

[supergirlfics]

B!D takes a kryptonite bullet for Kara basically dies, but they revive her.

A/N: It's been forever, but I'm procrastinating homework (in school for television writing) and happened across this old thing. B!D has taken on a life of her own at this point - she has a name, a backstory, a fiance . . . everything. So please excuse my not using 2nd person. Jacquelyn Danvers wants to be heard.

The pointed gun blazed a sickly emerald green. Kryptonite.

And it was aimed right at Kara.

Jacquelyn looked from the gun's barrell to her sister. Kara had her hands raised, she was saying something, but Jacquelyn's ears were ringing. She couldn't hear anything besides the pounding in her heart. She had to do something. She had to stop it.

"Supergirl, move!" Jacquelyn called. She only allowed her sister half a second to get out of the way before her body reacted to seeing Kara in danger. She shot forward as quickly as her legs would go. Arms outstretched, she shoved Kara out of the way just as a BANG filled the air.

Jacquelyn felt a searing pain rip through her chest. The force of the bullet sent her flying backward several feet and she rolled across the pavement.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Her head buzzed, and she was struggling to breathe. She could hear a commotion, but nothing made sense. The world became blurry. And then it went black.

______________________________________________________________

Kara stumbled sideways when Jacquelyn pushed her. She heard the gunshot, and in that moment, she had never been more terrified.

That was, until she realized her baby sister had been shot instead of her.

"Jacquelyn!" Kara glanced at her sister and back at the man who made the shot. "Alex . . . Jacquelyn's been shot. Hurry!" She wanted desperately to run to her, but she knew she couldn't help Jacquelyn if she herself were dead. She had to take care of the shooter first.

She whizzed forward, her fist contacting her man square in the jaw. Kara hadn't ever hit that hard. At least, not on a human. He flew back and landed limply on the ground. Unconscious or dead, Kara didn't really care.

Within a second, she was at Jacquelyn's side. Her sister was passed out and bleeding profusely. Kara put pressure on the wound, blinking back tears as she looked at her sister's pale face.

Footsteps sounded behind Kara and moments later, Alex was at their side. "Oh god . . . you need to get her to the DEO now. I can't do anything for her here. I'll meet you there."

Without a word, Kara pulled her baby sister into her arms. She somehow seemed even lighter than usual. Like when she was a little kid. Just as helpless. Just as small and scared.

And Kara flew. She zoomed across the sky at record speeds - Barry would be impressed. But she didn't care about that now. All she cared about was her dying family.

When she lay Jacquelyn on the bed in the med bay, a team was already waiting. They got to work immediately.

"Is she going to be okay?" Kara asked.

"Supergirl, it's best you leave," an agent said. "You did your job, now it's time for us to do ours."

"I can't just leave! I'm not leaving her. She -" Kara's voice caught in her throat and she couldn't continue. She couldn't fathom the idea of losing her baby sister. "Just fix her."

J'onn walked in and placed a steady hand on Kara's shoulder. "She'll be okay, but you have to give them space to work. There is nothing you can do for her right now, Supergirl. You got her to safety. Come, let's go sit down."

Kara didn't want to leave, but she knew J'onn was right. She didn't have any medical training. "It's my fault. She pushed me aside! I should have gotten hit with that bullet."

"That bullet would have killed you. Jacquelyn at least has a chance. She knew that when she threw herself in the way."

Alex ran into the room. "Jackie! Oh my god. Jackie . . . What the hell happened out there?!"

"We were attacked," Kara explained. "He had a kryptonite gun and Jackie - she saved my life. I swear, Alex, if anything happens to her. If she doesn't make it, I will never forgive myself."

Kara was crying now. J'onn wrapped her in a reassuring hug as Alex moved to Jacquelyn's side.

"She'll make it," Alex said. "She has to."

The monitor started beeping rapidly.

"Shit!" Alex said.

"What's happening?" Kara asked. "What's going on with her?"

"She's coding. Get me a defribrillator. Now!" The doctor's worked in tandem with Alex as they quickly prepped Jacquelyn for the shock. "Everybody, clear."

Jacquelyn's body jolted as electricity surged through her. But still, the monitor beeped in rapid succession. Alex charged it again, and again they shocked her.

But the monitor continued its quickened pace.

Until it stopped.

"No," Alex said. "No, Jackie. You are not dying on me. Don't you dare die on me!"

Kara pulled away from J'onn to rush to Jacquelyn's side. "No, no no no," she sobbed.

Alex interlocked her fingers and positioned them over Jacquelyn's heart as another doctor placed oxygen over her mouth and nose. Alex furiously pumped her sister's heart. Though steady in her movements, Alex with nothing short of terrified. The only thing keeping her together was knowing she was Jackie's only shot.

Alex kept this up for several minutes. She refused to give up. She refused to give in to the possibility. The world spun around her and she felt like she would pass out. But she didn't stop.

A slow, steady beep started on the monitor.

Alex took a step back, her eyes filled with tears and heart full of relief. "She's not dying. Not today."

The doctor's took Jacquelyn to surgery to fix the damage. The bullet hadn't gone all the way through, so it had to be removed and bones and organs repaired.

Alex and Kara sat outside the room the entire time.

"I'm scared, Alex. Is she going to be okay?" Kara asked.

"She was in bad shape . . . but our doctor's are the best." Alex was just as scared as Kara. But she was the oldest. She couldn't show it. She had to be strong for all of them.

It seemed like hours before anybody came to get them. "She's stable. She should be waking soon. You can go see her."

Kara jumped up and threw her arms around the doctor before zooming to Jacquelyn's bedside.

Jacquelyn looked pale and sickly.

Both sisters sat by her bedside, holding her hands. "Oh Jackie, I am so, so sorry," Kara said. "I should have been faster. This is all my fault."

"Stop beating yourself up, Kara," Alex said as she gently stroked a stray piece of blond hair from Jacquelyn's sweat-covered face.

With a small groan, Jacquelyn opened her eyes.

"Hey, Jackie," Alex said softly. "How do you feel?"

"Ow . . ." Jacquelyn scrunched her face and turned her head from the light.

Alex immediately got up to turn it off. "Is that better? You were badly hurt, so it's normal to feel some pain, but we can try to ease it as much as possible."

"Kara?" Jacquelyn asked. "Is okay?"

Kara squeezed Jacquelyn's hand in both of hers. "I'm right here baby girl. I'm okay."

"It was kryptonite . . ."

"I know. You saved my life. Don't ever do that again, Jackie. You could have died."

Jacquelyn squinted up at Kara. "I had to protect my family."

At her words, tears welled up in Kara's eyes again. Her sister, her baby sister who had always been so soft, so sweet, so . . . nervous. Had been brave enough to nearly get herself killed for Kara's sake. It was both touching and terrifying.

"And now," Kara said after a long pause. "We protect you. It's going to be a while before you're well, but Alex and I aren't leaving your side."

Jacquelyn reached for Alex's hand, who grabbed it quickly. "That's right," Alex said. "And it's ice cream and The Land Before Time as much as you want until you're well. How does that sound?"

'Great," Jacquelyn forced a smile. "Better if everything wasn't throbbing . . ."

Alex exchanged a worried glance with Kara. "Let's up your pain meds."

"No," Jacquelyn said, though her voice was strained. "I'm fine. I don't need it."

"Jackie . . ."

"No! It'll make me high. I want to remember.'

"Okay," Alex sighed. "But if it gets too bad, I'm doing it no matter what you say. Got it?"

"Got it."

[iznsfw]

"See you in Paris"

"Daddy"

The video ends there if you're just a mere follower on Instagram. You're her Daddy so you get the full version.

Lowering the phone, making sure her soaked panties are in view. She starts by rubbing her clit through her panties, getting herself nice and wet. Then she pulls her panties aside and starts fingering herself until she reaches a good, hard - fake orgasm.

She's such a tease, she knows how you're so easily annoyed when you see people "CUMMMING!" in porn. Where most people would tune off after the orgasm, you know it's just getting started.

Positioning the phone back right in front of her face, she first licks and tastes herself from her digits. Lips slightly apart posing for the phone, ending in a wink and a flirty smile like she didn't finger herself literally seconds ago.

Just right after the wink (where the video cuts off for most people), you're shocked to see Wonyoung pulling out a dildo from her black MiuMiu bag (Is this why she insists on bringing that one instead of her usual impractically small handbags?).

Her phone now hastily propped up in her seat. She mouths "Just like Daddy's" and begins riding the dildo. How thoughtful Wonyoung is by making this almost the perfect POV of how she rides you. She's getting close.

"Oh, hey Wonyoung!"

Shit. Was that another celebrity sitting near her?

She immediately stops moving and shoves her phone right into her skirt. You couldn't quite make out what she's saying, the audio is so muffled right now. What makes it up though is that you're still able to see her pussy convulsing around the sex toy, you know she's past the breaking point already.

And so she cums, even squirting a little of her nectar forcefully spraying the phone (the sound of her nectar hitting the screen makes you even harder). The moment she stops cumming, you see Wonyoung's slender hand frantically reaching into her skirt, feeling for her phone and stopping the recording.

Oh Daddy will be seeing Wonyoung in Paris alright. Someone has to learn not to be naughty in public 😉

Who would you bring with you to soften up the brattiness of Wonyoung?

Wonyoung has a daddy kink it's canon. Ever since she got those bangs, she looks so sweet that a lot of the time I can't even lewd her—she's just too cute 🤧

But then you send ideas like these, and now I don't believe that Wonyo is pure anymore. The thought of her calling me daddy makes me go insane.

I'm gonna assume it was Sydney Sweeney who almost caught her filming a video xD

Wonyoung's English is so posh and adorable <333

Someone to soften up her brattiness? Her current leader, Yujin ;)

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dark subject matter/ writer has never written dark filth before, dub-con -ie, you want it to start with but you're scared by the end, knifeplay, mentions of blood/biting, bondage, tit-fucking, home porno/sex tape, unprotected pinv, dacryophilia, name-calling, threatening behavior, choking, rough sex, oral sex, body fluids ( blood, just a little and semen), references to murder / murderous thoughts -because a psychopath doesn't just magically stop being one because he's railing you and a poorly executed roleplay situation / sexual situation between two people -hey they remembered to use a safeword.. If any of this makes you squeamish, do.not.read. I'm not kidding. This is darker than I tend to get, I haven't ever tried dark fic before and i don't know how I feel about it.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt eight - on camera ( sequel to the virginity prompt )

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie series

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 3378k

tagging -<taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a heated makeout turned x-rated home movie. yeah, it's safe to say charlie's corrupted you at this point. but will you turn to the dark side indefinitely or will this be your wake-up call?✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ───

It all starts innocently enough. Things are getting heated, you are down to your favorite black lace bra and panties, Charlie is down to his boxers, the black silk ones. His breath warm against your ear as he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, rutted into you with reckless abandon.

He stops and raises up, pulling away from you just slightly. As he stares down at you, you pout up at him. ❝ Something wrong, baby?❞ you ask quietly. You attempt to pull him down on top of you all over again. He shakes his head, laughs softly and leans back down, settling himself on top of you all over again. Lips dancing distracted against warm,soft skin. 

❝ You trust me, right?❞ bright blue eyes fix on you, intent. Waiting. You laugh quietly and bite your bottom lip as the laughter dies away and you begin to pick up on the fact that he’s seriously expecting an answer. ❝ Well, yeah.. I mean.. Wait, why are you asking me this,hm?❞ you question, pulling away from him a little to really look at him when he leans in, tries to distract you by sucking on your neck.

That’s not going to work this time.

❝ I wanna..❞ he’s gasping, you’ve slipped your hand down the front of his boxers and you’re pumping his cock. He bites his lip, his head falls back. His hand lowers, unwrapping your hand from him. You pout to yourself, look up at him with a brow raised. ❝ Yeah? What do you wanna do, baby?❞

He laughs. The sound is deep, a rumble risen up from his chest. Blue eyes flit you, it’s almost predatory, you think to yourself, the way he looks at me most of the time. Like I’m his prey. But the thought is quickly shoved out of your head, cast aside in favor of getting to the bottom of whatever he’s trying to ask.

He raises a hand, that hand catches in his hair and he tugs at it a little, frustrated. The idea’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He’s gotten to a point where it’s all he can think about anymore.

Recording the two of you having sex so that he can watch it, he can see you, nude and coming undone pinned beneath him, anytime he wants. He wants to push the boundaries. See how far you’re willing to go for him.

❝ I wanna film.. Y’know.. Us.❞ Charlie gestures to the video camera sitting on his nightstand in frustration when the words hang,get caught up and refuse to come as easily as he’d like them to. At first, you’re confused. He can look down at you and tell. ❝ Nevermind.❞ he starts to backtrack, thinking maybe it was a dumb idea after all, but you shake your head. ❝ N-no.. No, I’d.. I wanna.❞ you speak up, pulling him down into you, dragging your tongue over the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. He shivers, rutting himself into you all over again, clumsier. Your answer still hasn’t processed.

❝ Wait.. Were you being serious?❞ he asks a few seconds later as he frees you from the confines of your bra. You look up at him, eyes so full of trust and adoration. He can’t help but feel a flutter, small and fleeting and buried deep underneath the nothingness that’s a constant. 

❝ Yeah.❞ you answer, ❝ Yeah, I think I was. I.. there’s actually something I wanted to ask you too..❞

He chuckles quietly. It’s probably something innocent, he thinks, only to blink in surprise when the next thing to come out of your mouth is you asking if he’ll try choking you.. Talking a little dirtier and pulling your hair.

Apparently, you’ve been reading one of your novels again and there’s a specific scene in it that did it for you. He listens to you carefully as you list out what you’re willing to try.

❝ Babe..❞ he caresses your cheek, rutting into you harder so you can feel what your detailed fantasy is doing to him. Then he’s quiet, looking at you in hesitation. ❝ Are you sure?❞ he asks, because some of the stuff you’re willing to try just doesn’t sound like you’ll actually enjoy it.

Not you, his sweet little thing.

But the pedestal he’s held you on since the two of you started dating is crashing down now.

 You nod. You plead, adding the caveat that if it makes him uncomfortable, maybe you two could agree to a safeword.

❝ You’re sure..❞ he questions again for a sixth time. Oh I'll definitely enjoy this. But I don't think she realizes what she's gotten into. - the thought comes, it's closely accompanied by mental imagery, you tied up with panties stuffed into your mouth and totally at his mercy.

You nod, little to no hesitation on your end of the conversation.  You can't help but think about how fun it'll be, pretending to be his helpless victim, letting him do whatever he wants. It's been all you can think about for weeks. 

You pull his mouth against your own as you grab him by the wrist and guide his hand down into your panties. ❝Does that feel like I’m not sure or I don’t wanna do this, baby?❞ and he chuckles. Sliding a finger between your folds, pulling you into a biting kiss as soon as he feels the way you shiver, your tits against his chest as you arch yourself up into him just to get closer. 

❝ Charlie, please?❞ you beg.

He chuckles, pulling away from you to reach out for the nightstand. ❝ We’re really doing this.❞

You nod, wavy hair bouncing. ❝ The safeword is pizza?❞

Charlie mulls it over, nodding in agreement. As he turns the camcorder over in his hands, he takes a deep breath. Because you’re completely unaware that some of the things you’ve just begged him to do are things he’s secretly fantasized about. It's gonna feel so fucking good to tie her up, choke her while I fuck that pretty little pussy until she's begging me to stop. - he thinks, clenching his hand at the thought of wrapping it around your throat. Squeezing until there's fear in your eyes.

❝Right. Pizza❞ - he’s doing a very good job at pretending to be wary about all of this but deep down, he can’t wait.

His eyes settle on the knife’s tip, just barely peeking out from beneath the dresser where he stashed it the night before. I can’t kill her. I’ve tried once already, look where that wound up. I now have a girlfriend. - the thought is followed closely by another, And I can’t let her figure out how twisted I’m willing to get or how much I enjoy it, either. Not yet.

But the thought of dragging the edge of the sharp blade up and down the butter soft skin inside your thighs is beyond tempting, the thought of biting down into that skin until he nearly draws blood, even more tempting.. You told him you wanted to try this. You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into. You agreed on a safeword.

He’s just a little concerned he won’t be able to hold back if that dark side surfaces.

❝ Guess I should set up the camera…❞ he muses quietly, still shocked you even want to try this in the first place. 

He slips off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser, placing the camcorder onto it after he’s checked the battery life and turned it on to start recording. While he’s standing there, he finds two old ties in his sock drawer and he turns them over in his hands, staring at them for a second or two.

You did say something about the guy in your book tying up his girl…Among other things, he thinks to himself.

He makes his way back over to the bed and since you've taken it upon yourself to sit up, he shoves you back down. The small recorder in his hand is sat upon the dresser as he focuses bright blue eyes on you.

A shiver races through your body as you stare up at him, gulping.

The solemness usually found in your boyfriends gaze is absent, replaced by something you can't figure out. Something that manages to both turn you on and scare you in equal measure. 

Your breath hangs in your throat as he binds your hands to the headboard. The kiss he gives is rough. You can feel his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip and his hand slides up your wet inner thigh. With a light smack to your sensitive sex, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound is dark and dangerous as he pulls away from your face and stares down at you thoughtfully. 

❝ Look at you, pretty little thing.. all alone, tied up and totally at my mercy.❞ he moves onto the bed, thick cock sliding between the valley of your breasts, tit-fucking you as he reaches back without breaking the gaze and thin fingers bury in your tight cunt, fucking into you just slow enough that you shiver all over and plead for his cock.

❝ Maybe if you show me just how much you'd like to survive..❞  his cock is thrusting between your tits a little faster now, his fingers forcefully shoved deep inside you. He growls quietly and this is followed by a sinister laugh. ❝ I don’t feel your mouth on me yet, sweetheart. And..❞ he trails off, ❝ you're so wet right now I'm starting to think you like being used…do you?❞ he asks, pulling slick coated fingers out of your cunt to grip your jaw and make you lock eyes with him as soon as he realizes that of course, he's barely done anything yet and of course you're such a helpless romantic and free with your overadoration that you're fuck-dumb, incoherent and whining for it already.

Just grab her neck and snap it.

But he knows he won't. Can't. If he couldn't kill you the night you saw him while he was slipping out that sluts window when he killed her, he has a feeling that he won't be able to do it now. He's lucky you haven't quite put two and two together just yet or spilled what you saw that night if you have somehow. Keeping you close these past months has been his way to keep a handle on the situation.

❝ Is that what you want? You wanna let me use you? Are you my own little fuck-toy, pretty girl? Answer me.❞ he commands as the hand gripping your jaw slips down. The way your heart hammers like it's going to beat right out of your chest has him getting even harder. Just the thought that he might be scaring you a little is making him harder by the second.

He moves over you a little better, now the pretty pink tip of his cock is pushed against your lips as he thrusts his hips.

 ❝ Open up. C'mon,❞ he grunts, gruff and commanding, ❝ Suck my cock, pretty girl. ❞ 

Your lips part, saliva drizzles out the corner of your mouth. You’re wetter than you've been since the two of you entered into a sexual relationship. But deep down, there's a small part of your brain that screams you need to run. Far and fast.

Of course, you're not even remotely interested in entertaining that thought. His cockhead strikes the back of your throat as he thrusts against your open mouth. You whine around the thickness, dripping wet. 

❝ Tell me whose little fuck doll you are, pretty girl. Tell the camera who's cock is hitting the back of your throat right now.❞ he chuckles and it's sinister. ❝ Oh, right. Can't talk with your mouth full, can ya?❞ 

❝ – oh fuck fuckfuckfuck ❞ you cry out as your body clenches beneath his, you're fighting off an orgasm that feels like it just might shatter you entire, ❝ Charlie, please, ❞ you gasp out as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slips off the bed, wandering over to his dresser in the corner. Dim lighting overhead glints off something he's picked up. As you whine and beg for him to come back, he turns to face you.

That glimmer the light picked up on? A big, sharp knife.

He makes his way back over to you. You’re gulping again because he looks too calm, a little too comfortable holding the knife and there's something too familiar about the way he handles it. You just can't pinpoint why it feels that way.

Meanwhile, the thudthudthud thud of your own heart is drowning out the other quiet noises around you. You're dripping, a puddle forming against the sheets on his bed making heather navy even darker. I shouldn't be so wet right now, you think, what's wrong with me? He brings out a knife and my pussy throbs. - you shove it down. You are the one who pleaded and begged to act out your favorite scene from a filthy book, on camera. You opened Pandora's box, you're not going to back out now…right?

He chuckles quietly. Sits down the knife atop the nightstand nearby, knife making a metallic clank against the hard wood surface.

❝ Relax.❞ he demands, gripping your throat as he leans down into you, fingers squeezing light. ❝ I won't use that if you don’t make me… Give me what I want and everything will be fine.❞ 

And you swallow hard. There's a small part of you that is still in fight or flight, but on the other hand, the thought of cold metal pressed against your hot flesh just..does something.

It makes you feel alive. And you’re still struggling because you know deep down that it's 'wrong'. This shouldn't be turning you on to the point it is, the way you whine and whimper and try to work your wrists free from restraint as he holds down your hips and bites a trail right up the inside of doughy thighs. His nose bumps your sex and you whine when he breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply. His tongue buries inside, thrusting, swirling, licking up the mess that paints a sheen on soft skin.

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain that somehow still feels way too damn good. You squeak in pain, the sound followed by a needy whine when Charlie abandons licking you clean, pausing for a few seconds to stare up at you, just a little blood at the corner of his mouth. When he licks his lips, you whine. Your heart is pounding. This whole pretend scenario has been way too easy for him and deep down, you know that. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been so comfortable with saying the things he's said or doing the things he's done.

Then he's back at it, fingers and tongue buried inside your sex, driving you closer and closer to the edge only to stop completely at the last second.

You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you feel it when just as he's starting to give your cunt the attention you're craving and your body tenses up, you're so damn close, he stops. Looks up at you from his spot between your thighs and removes his hand from its place on your hip and he caresses your face. Laughing quietly. ❝ Aw. Gonna cry now, pretty girl? Gonna cry for me? Its so fucking hot when y' beg and cry. Go on.❞ he smirks, ❝It’s so hot when you’re crying.❞

You try to work your wrists against the ties around each of them because you’re dying to touch him, to get a grip on anything in the hopes that it’ll take the edge off. He chuckles against your sensitive sex, lips latching against your clit. His lips turn to teeth though and when he bites down, this sends a jolt through you and you moan his name over and over. 

❝ So fucking pretty, all tied up for me..❞ Charlie mutters, dazed. He pulls away from your pussy to stare up at you. This is gonna be fucking hot to watch later. - the thought comes and he chuckles to himself, working his way up your body. His thick cock slips between throbbing folds, teasing at entry. ❝ I’m gonna use you.❞ he mutters. But the soft way he touches you contradicts what he’s saying, yet it somehow doesn’t at the same time. You arch yourself up into him and whine in need as he teases at entry again. His hand settles around your throat, giving a light squeeze at first.

His grip tightens a little more when he sinks into you deeper. You gasp and he chuckles. ❝ It’d be so easy, y’know?❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear. You moan ❝ W-what would?❞once you feel him ease up just barely on the amount of pressure he’s applying. 

❝ To kill you, pretty girl. You’re all tied up. You’re at my mercy right now..❞

You whine and rock yourself upward, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he buries himself deep inside you. His words are still sitting heavy in  your mind. Not heavy enough to stop this and say it’s gone too far and you’re starting to get scared, heavens no. His arm reaches for the nightstand and your eyes widen when you see his hand settle on the sharp knife. Charlie chuckles quietly. ❝ Wanna use our word yet, pretty girl?❞ he's almost taunting you when he asks the question.

Every part of you is torn. You want to shout your safeword at the top of your lungs -and then you want to get as far as you can from the guy, but deep down, at the same time, you’re too turned on. You feel too alive right now. And you do trust him. He’d never intentionally hurt you… right?

The knife’s unsharpened side is pressed against your skin and he fucks into you a little faster, a little more roughly as cold metal presses against hot skin. Your pulse is racing and you’re unsure whether it’s fear or the fact that you’re so turned on.

His cock smashes against your cervix roughly and he’s growling your name. The bite mark on your inner thigh is burning, friction making barely broken skin irritated. ❝ Relax.❞ he mutters, slowing down to look down at you. He presses the unsharpened side of the knife against you just a little harder, ❝ If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done it already.❞

And he’s not lying, either. If he were going to hurt you, he would have done it much earlier, the first time he choked you. The knife raises and your heart starts to pound. You struggle for a second, torn between how good each deep thrust feels and fear, true primal fear. You're tearing up, you don't realize it until you feel a teardrop roll down your cheek.

The knife slices through the ties keeping your wrists bound. You take a ragged breath. He wouldn't hurt me, you try to tell yourself, this is Charlie Walker. I've known him since 4th grade. He wouldn't hurt me. But there's a part of you that's starting to wonder. He looks just a little too at ease, that knife looks just a little too comfortable in his hands. And the things he's saying to you, most importantly, the bit where he pointed out how easy it'd be to kill you and how your life is in his hands right now.. Those are still lingering. But this feels too good, it's hot and despite your nagging fears, this is the most alive you've ever felt. And maybe, you think to yourself, maybe that's another reason I'm not comfortable. Maybe it's because this feels too good to me and I know it shouldn't.

❝ It’s not as much fun with your hands tied, pretty girl.❞ he tells you, a voice velvety and smooth against the shell of your ear. You whine a little and he chuckles. The knife settles back on the nightstand with a soft thud. Your hands are all over him immediately, nails rake up and down his back. He growls against your neck as his teeth graze against soft skin.

He’s almost tempted to take another bite. The way your pulse is racing right now and you’re so responsive. So needy. Those two elements are driving him feral.

When his teeth sink into your neck and you feel the sharp stinging pain, you squeal again because you’re caught off guard. Charlie feathers a gentle kiss over the surface wound and chuckles quietly. ❝ Did you think I wasn’t going to mark what belongs to me, pretty girl?❞ he questions, his hips stammering. Your pussy clamps around him so tight. It feels too damn good. And he didn’t think you could get any wetter, yet you have. ❝ You’re so goddamn wet. Admit it.. you like it when I use you.❞ he groans out as he starts to fuck into you, a hand settling on your hip with a bruising grip to keep you still.

He wants you to lie there and take it. Just the thought that he holds your life in his hands right now is the ultimate high for him. ❝ Lay here and take it. Be a good little blow up doll, pretty girl.❞ he nips at your ear as he says it, ❝ I’m gonna fuckin cum, pretty girl...❞ he groans out, your own orgasm has your body racked with tension, aching all over because he’s pushed you into and pulled you out of it so many times by this point that you’re begging, pleading with him to let you cum, your pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears until he growls against your neck ❝ So fuckin close… You gonna come with me, pretty girl?❞

No further coaxing is needed, and even though you feel like everything you've just done was 'wrong' somehow, even though you know you shouldn't want to cum or want him so bad, your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you weak and clinging to him as he fucks you through it, staring down at you because the fucked out look in your eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He falls to the bed beside you, panting and tired, pale skin flushed pink.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling. Now that the fog is clearing, you’re realizing something. It was way too easy for him to do what you asked him to do. And those two times he bit you hard enough to draw blood, the smile after he watched blood trickle from the wounds were the only two genuine smiles you can ever remember seeing from him. 

This is at least a little unsettling for you.

Charlie pulls you closer and you let him, but you’re tense in his arms. He can feel the second your mood shifts. He raises up to look down at you. ❝ You okay?❞ he asks, pressing soft kisses to your skin as his hand skims over your body. ❝ You want me to do anything?❞ he asks, staring at you as he tries to gauge your current mood.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you stammer out after a second or two of staring up at him, ❝ I’m fine. You.. you don't have t' do anything.❞  you try to force a smile when you look at him, but you keep circling back to the things he said. The way he seemed to show more emotion now, with this 'role' you had him take on than he's shown in the entire time you've known him.

When he pulled out the knife.. you think to yourself, that's the first time I've ever seen his smile reach his eyes in the entire time I've known him. It was scary.

It’s a lie. You're not fine. You know it and he knows it. And he takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ I tried to tell you this was a bad idea...❞ and you nod in agreement. His stomach churns because he’s starting to realize  that he might just have to kill you after all…

And it’s not something he necessarily wants to do. It’s not something he can do, he’s tried once before.

But I’m not losing her, either, he thinks to himself, she belongs to me now. One way or another. Dead or alive. 

[stadiumbleachers]

poison

Shuri x black!fem!reader

Summary: before the fight with namor, shuri comes to see you.

Content Warning: brief mentions of grief, fingering(reader giving), oral sex(reader giving), unrequited love

Word Count: 2.2k

Know you ride it right I might just die tonight But you know I'm still coming through baby (through baby) I know it's bad for me And you know it tastes so sweet I think I need your abuse baby

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Bathed in calming hues of pink, orange and red, the sky above the city glowed down at you while you lounged on a swinging chair on your balcony. You had your nose in a book, like you did every Friday night. After a week of nurturing the young minds of Wakanda, you deserved the break. Reading offered you an escape, something you found yourself needing now more than ever since Namor declared war on Wakanda. Having to explain to children why their beautiful country was in danger had taken its toll. 

A breeze passed by and you shivered, pulling up the fleece blanket tighter around yourself. You took another sip of tea to warm you up, without taking your eyes from the page. The story was just getting good when you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Someone was watching you. 

“Good read?” The black panther stood across from you, leaning precariously on the glass railing with her arms folded

“Good enough” you shrugged and tucked your bookmark between the pages then set it aside, 

“Shuri, I-” 

“We don’t have to talk about my mother” she pressed a button and the suit was gone, revealing her face to you. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue. 

Shuri came to you to unload the weight of Wakanda. When she was with you she wasn’t a Queen or the Black Panther or a genius. Being with you was a respite from a world that took so much from her. 

“Ofcourse, whatever you need”, you couldn’t deny her what she wanted when she wanted so little.

Shuri crossed the small balcony, took up your teacup and sipped. Your eyes followed the tattoo on her hand. 

“Lemongrass? Your tastes have matured” she teased you then plopped down on your lap with an exaggerated sigh

“Shuri, get off!” you giggled, wriggling helplessly under her. The chair rocked under the weight of you both. She had the strength of the heart shaped herb so there was no budging her.

“What is that sound? Is that a mosquito?” 

She pretended she couldn’t hear you, so you took your middle finger and jammed it in her ear, just hard enough to make her yelp and jump off you

You were too busy cackling to retaliate when Shuri grabbed your arm, pulled you up and flush against her lean body. Before you realised what was happening Shuri held the upper half of your body dangling over the balcony railing.

Your ears pounded as blood rushed to your head

“Shuri ,I’ll scream if you don’t take me up right now!” 

Terrified at the thought of someone finding out her location, Shuri quickly pulled you upright.

She had the audacity to snicker at you while you patted down your shirt and situated your braids to look less dishevelled.

“Now if you’re done being childish, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold and I have dinner in the oven”

Shuri grabbed her stomach and widened her eyes, “You know what I think I’m full”

You slid open the door that led from the balcony into the living room and shoved Shuri inside. You both knew she loved your cooking, she just wanted to be a pain the ass

“Ow”

…

This little dance between you two was practised, you knew it well. Shuri wouldn’t rush. She liked the build up, liked to spend time with you and unfold you slowly, then take what she needed. 

So you took your sweet time moving around the kitchen, while you waited for the salmon to fully cook. You stirred the pasta on the stovetop, the rich creamy texture made a rather suggestive sound

“That sounds familiar” Shuri spoke up from where she was exploring your newest buy. A vintage record player you bought with the money Shuri sent you monthly

“Perv” you rolled your eyes playfully

It had taken you months to accept her money, and even longer to start spending it. It felt wrong at first. You and Shuri were not girlfriends. You were friends who slept together. How could you just take her money like that? Eventually Shuri convinced you that you deserved it and you believed her

You turned off the stove, satisfied with the pasta, then took the salmon from the oven. The delicious smell floated through the apartment and suddenly you remember just how hungry you really were. 

While you plated the food, Shuri came up behind you and wrapped her arms around you. She’d done it a million times before but you felt butterflies every time

“You take such good care of me, love” she pulled your braids to the side and nuzzled her nose on the side of your sensitive neck

You giggled, “It’s the least I could do,really” 

Shuri finally lets you go so you could both sit at the island and enjoy your meals in comfortable silence. When you were full, Shuri took both your dishes and washed them, like she did every other time she came over. 

“I’ll go get the shower going” your feet patter on the hardwood floor of your apartment, as you make your way to your bathroom. You flicked on the light, bathing the room in brilliant white. The bathroom was one of your favourite places in the luxurious apartment that Shuri funded. You could unwind and wash away the troubles of the day, something you looked forward to doing for Shuri. 

You took your time to pick out a lavender scented candle and lit it, resting it on the counter. Then you turned on the stream from the massive shower head so it had time to heat up while you picked out a body wash and body scrub that you knew Shuri would like.

As you started to undress from your button down shirt and pencil skirt you wore to work, Shuri joined you in the bathroom, her footstep almost undetectably light

But you had learnt her patterns well enough to sense when she entered the room, watching you

“You know it’s impolite to stare?” you tease her, turning around while you shimmied out of your panties, leaving yourself bare to her tired gaze

“My apologies,” Shuri took slow steps towards you, a mischievous lift to her lips, “may I please gaze upon your beauty?”

Shuri reached out, took your hand and kissed the back of it, your stomach swooped.

“Shut up and get undressed” you slipped from her grasp behind the glass walls of the shower, sighing happily when the hot water caressed your brown skin

You poured a generous amount of body wash onto your wash cloth and started to lather from your neck down to your toes. 

Shuri stepped into the shower and grabbed her washcloth she kept at your apartment. You took it from her hand and started washing her body. Carefully cleaning her beautiful skin while you watched you with rapt attention.

“Shuri…” you went down on your knees and washed her feet, “you’re so pretty”

She was speechless at your honest adoration. She pulled you back up to her and walked you both under the stream to rinse the suds off. With the water running down your face, Shuri cupped your jaw, titled your face towards her and molded her lips to yours. The warm water only served to make the kiss wetter. You opened your mouth eagerly when her tongue lapped lazily on your lips. When Shuri pulled back, panting, you took her bottom lip into your mouth and sucked it hungrily, locking your eyes with her. 

Your core ached, begging for more, but you had all night. She could wait. 

You released her lips to grab the body scrub from the nook in the shower wall

“You bought a new scrub?”

“Yeah it’s mango scented, smell it” you held up the jar to Shuri’s face

She obliged and took a sniff 

“Nice” 

You rolled your eyes at her remark and took the jar from her hand to exfoliate yourself and then her. She tried to push your hand away, insisting she could do it herself but you did it for her. 

Deep down you knew you would do anything for her, and that was a terrifying thought.

…

After doing your skincare routines in silence, you and Shuri blew out the candle then made your way to your bedroom, kissing and groping each other along the way . The unspoken words were thick between you both. Tonight they would remain unaddressed yet again. You knew what you were getting yourself into months ago. 

Shuri walked you backwards into your bed and lay you down on the silk sheets, the cool sensation errotic beneath your body

She sat back and took you in, face betraying her longing to lay with you. But tonight you would please her. It’s what she deserved

You sat up and crawled toward her, swaying your hips as you moved like a predator hunting their prey. You grabbed hold of her hips to keep her there, then latched onto her collarbone.

Shuri groaned under your affections.

You released her, licking down her chest. One of your nimble hands massaged her right breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive nipple between your fingers.

She hissed and sighed gloriously above you.

You took her other nipple into your warm mouth, swirling around the nipple, avoiding it for a while to get her on edge.

It wasn’t until she whined, high in her throat for you, “Baby, please”, that you took hold of her nipple between your lips, sucking and sending hot bursts of pleasure through her chest. You switched between her nipples, slowly wringing out cries from her lips, until they were puffy. Her knees buckled but your hand on her hip kept her steady. 

When you were satisfied that she was thoroughly worked up, you skated a hand between her thighs, not quite where she wanted you but close enough to feel how wet and hot she was for you. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation. You drew one finger back and forth along her slit and she instantly started rocking up into your touch, needing more

You pressed the two digits further between her lips, gently caressing on either side of her little bundle of nerves. The sensation shot through her body and grabbed unto your wrist, thighs clamping shut 

“Fuck yes" she gasped

“I can’t make you feel good if you lock me out, Shuri” you slapped lightly twice on the side of their thigh and she relaxed her legs, giving you room. 

“Good girl”, she was always good for you

You didn’t miss how her most delicate part jumped on your fingers at your words. 

You removed your hand and held it up to her face, pulling down her bottom lip to expose her pretty white teeth

“Suck” you instructed her

Shuri cocked an eyebrow, “Ask nicely” her breath was ragged but her tone carried the signature fire you admired in her

“Suck, please” you humoured her, smiling 

She obediently took your fingers into her mouth, lathering them methodically with her saliva. When you pulled out your fingers, a trail followed to her lips, she licked it off. 

Fuck

You returned your now wet fingers to the apex of her legs, teasing her with one finger circling her tight quivering hole

“Just put it in already”

You didn’t ask her to say please. She didn’t need to be polite, her wish would always be your command. You plunged both fingers in at once, drawing a filthy desperate mewl from her throat. You grabbed one of her knees and bent her leg for her, placing her foot on the bed so her pussy was open to you. 

Impaled by your two middle digits, Shuri rode you, angling her hips to find that spot. You crooked your fingers to help her and soon enough  you were rubbing against the bumpy surface deep inside her that you knew so well. Shuri bounced faster and harder, her breasts jiggling with the effort. You were pulsing between your legs, mesmerised at the scene before you. 

The Black Panther, at your mercy.

You broke from your reverie and brought down your other hand rub punishingly at her clit, matching the pace with the rough, insistent pounding of your fingertips on her g-spot

Shuri bucked and jerked wildly as her climax washed over her in waves. She clamped down on your fingers, keeping you inside. She was barely through her release when you pulled your fingers out and repositioned yourself. You lay on your back with your head at the end of the bed and held your tongue out for her. 

“Come let me taste what’s mine, love” you told her

She got the hint.

Shuri climbed onto the bed on shaky knees, opening up her still fluttering cunt over your face

“You want me to ride your face, yeah?” Shuri asked, cheeky

You didn’t bother to respond, you simply stuck out your tongue again, making it wide and flat for Shuri to mount, to taint with her pleasure. You grabbed handfuls of her ass and pulled her down to sit where you wanted her

This is what she gave to you, her poison, and you gladly took it. 

…

Shuri spoke your name into the dark room

“Hmmm?” your eyes remained closed

“I have something to tell you…”

“...Me too, but you go first”

“I never told you who I saw in the ancestral plane…”

“Who?” you whispered

“Killmonger”

“Oh”

“What did you want to say?”

I love you, the words pounded against your throat, begging to come out

“Good luck tomorrow”

end

[thishazbinamistake]

*Mild spoilers*

I watched the first episode, so here are my kind of disjointed thoughts if anyone is interested in hearing them:

So first off, I thought it was okay visually. I tried to ignore the weird animation errors, like how in one scene I noticed Charlie has five fingers on one of her hands instead of her usual four, and that they never fixed that one scene where Vaggie just... disappears in the background (you know the one), because I try not to be too harsh the animators for these sorts of things. But it definitely felt amateurish in places. Other than that, Viv definitely wasn't lying when she said it looked "fine". I've seen worse, for sure.

The voice acting ranges from pretty good to honestly terrible. Stephanie sounded like she could not give less of a shit about being there, and had some weird annunciation, making her kind of hard to understand in places. I was optimistic about Keith, and he sounded great, but honestly did not fit the character of Husk very well. Charlie was actually quite good, she has a great singing voice and overall I thought Erika did a good job for her. Alastor was decent, Amir definitely did a better job than I was expecting, considering how iconic Edward's performance was in the pilot. Niffty didn't talk nearly enough in the first episode for me to even form an opinion on her voice acting, but she's fine, I guess? Katie is literally just Brandon Rogers doing his Brandon Rogers voice.

Blake was super annoying, and he did not make Angel's constant sex jokes endearing or funny in the slightest. For the record, I didn't even like pilot Angel in the first place, but now, compared to this, I'm honestly starting to miss him. And I'm not even going to touch that "this body was made to be exploited" line with a ten foot pole.

Adam, though... God, he was easily the worst part of this first episode. His surfer-dude voice was annoying as shit, and his lines were so cringeworthy. He is not an entertaining or engaging villain in the slightest. Literally, every time he was on screen I was just waiting desperately for the scene to change.

In the first episode, we hardly get any glimpse into the personalities of honestly most of the characters besides Adam and maybe Angel, which is unfortunate because they're the two most annoying characters.

With Lucifer and Lilith's backstory, in typical Vivzie fashion, Lucifer is the sad uwu boy while Lilith is treated as being the one responsible for everything. Not really surprising.

As for the writing, it's 30% boring exposition, and 70% unfunny sex jokes. Literally most of Adam's dialogue is sex related. I hate him so much it's unreal.

And the songs... they sounded fine, but they don't feel like something you would want to casually listen to on their own. They just feel like they're meant to be transitions from one scene to the next and nothing more.

For as little as we saw her, I think my favorite part of the first episode was Niffty. She's honestly a super cute and fun character, and the scenes with her were the few times I actually cracked a smile. She's such a little freak and I love her. Everyone else was either boring or made me want to shove a screwdriver in my ears.

Finally, one of the most glaring issues to me (aside from Adam) is that the show didn't really give much of a setup for what was happening. We got a little exposition about Lucifer and Lilith and the fall of man and all that, but aside from Charlie, we aren't reintroduced to any of the characters from the pilot. This feels like a really dumb move because it's alienating to new viewers. If you were someone with no knowledge of the pilot scrolling through Amazon Prime looking for a new show to watch, and Hazbin caught your eye, you'd probably get confused about who all these characters are and what it is they're actually doing, so you'd probably just click off and look for something different. It's obvious the writers just assumed that everyone watching had already seen the pilot, I guess because they think only longtime fans would be interested in the show, which is honestly really sad. You'd think they'd want to try and grow their audience more, but it just feels like they only want to pander to the people who are already fans, which feels like a bad desicion from both a storytelling standpoint as well as a business one. A show, especially one that migrated from an internet pilot to a full series on a paid streaming platform, should be able to stand on its own two legs without needing the pilot to do all the explaining. Especially considering the designs and voice actors changing between the pilot and the series. I didn't expect them to completely remake the pilot, but they could have at least done a better job establishing the characters.

All in all, episode one was at best a 5/10. Like I said, I've seen far worse but this just felt like a bad note to start this all off on. For newcomers, it's confusing and downright unappealing, and for longtime fans it's just disappointing. I can really only see diehard Vivzie fans getting a ton of enjoyment out of it.

Still need to watch episode two, maybe things will improve from there.

[denimbex1986]

'David Tennant had it all. As the tenth Doctor he was a fan-favourite with a run of episodes that reached more than 13 million viewers in the UK – a record for the modern revival of Doctor Who, which almost rivalled its 1970s heyday. He left on his own terms in 2010 rather than being shoved aside for a younger, cooler star (in fact, the BBC wanted him to stay longer). His legacy set him up for lucrative convention appearances and fan worship for life, while his post-Who career is flourishing. So why risk it all by returning?

“I hadn’t thought about it like that,” Tennant laughs. “Thank God I made it to this point! It never really occurred to me to worry about that. Perhaps it should have done…but with Catherine [Tate] being part of it, and with Russell [T Davies] writing the scripts, I never actually worried about anything other than my own ability to run as fast as I used to.”

In fairness, while the return of old favourites to a stage they’ve vacated can sometimes tarnish a legacy, Tennant’s Doctor is a special case. Apart from Tom Baker, it’s hard to think of a Doctor Who star who so captured the public’s imagination. At the height of his career on the show, Tennant was plastered on magazine covers and lunchboxes; he was accosted in the street. In 2009, he was the BBC’s Christmas ident. By the time he left, aged 39, one suspects he could have been reading the phone book to a Dalek and viewers would still have tuned in.

Happily this comeback, announced to great fanfare last year, is a little more involved than that. “The first conversation we had about it was very casual,” Tennant recalls. “Russell and Catherine were talking about the notion of: ‘What if we got the band back together for one last special? But David would never do it.’ And I said, ‘What do you mean I’d never do it? I’d do it in a shot. And then suddenly, we were back for three in a row.

“I mean, why not?” he laughs. “It was such a joyous time, and these are people I love as humans, and certainly love as people to work with. And Doctor Who is something that will always be hugely important to me.”

In fact, there’s a case to be made that the 52-year-old Tennant – who’s speaking to us the day after his birthday, ever committed to the show – never really left Doctor Who behind in the first place. Yes, he’s had many successes since – Broadchurch, Good Omens, Des, Marvel’s Jessica Jones and Staged to name but a few – but he’s always kept a foot in the TARDIS door. After all, it was just three years after his dramatic regeneration that he teamed up with his successor Matt Smith for 2013’s 50th-anniversary special.

“I was sort of a member of the guest cast on that, because it was Matt’s show,” says Tennant now. “It’s different when you’re in charge of the TARDIS again. There’s a lot more work to do. I remember on the 50th, going, ‘Oh, this is easy. I used to have to learn far more lines than this!’”

Two years after that, Tennant was back headlining his own Doctor Who stories for a series of audio dramas co-starring – and this sounds familiar – ex-companion Catherine Tate. He’s kept playing the Doctor that way ever since, lending his voice to audio plays and (more recently) video games starring his character.

The Doctor even looms large in Tennant’s personal life. He married a guest actor on the series – Georgia Moffett, who appeared in a 2008 episode with him – which means his father-in-law is former fifth Doctor Peter Davison. He also has a police box cut-out in his garden. Given all this, it’s hard to imagine why Davies and Tate thought this on-screen return would be a hard sell.

“The truth is, it’s a rather lovely, benevolent, generous thing to be connected with. I love it. I always have, and I’m sure I always will,” says Tennant. “I grew up with posters on my wall signed by Tom Baker. It’s very peculiar that I should end up in the show that was, to a greater or lesser extent, the thing that inspired me to be in the profession I’m in.

“It runs through my life as if through a stick of rock, really. As you say, I met my wife on the set of Doctor Who, and I’m now a father. I’ve given up trying to resist the inevitability that Doctor Who will be following me around for the rest of time.”

Instead, he’s embraced it. So, this week he returns as the Doctor on BBC1 – but not the same one he played before. Originally, Tennant says the plan was for him and Tate to return for the anniversary in a flashback episode, set during their shared 2008 series and with a storyline completely different from the specials as they now exist.

“It would have been an unseen adventure from years before,” he says. “Russell immediately had an idea for a story, which I’m not going to mention because I don’t think it’s yet seen the light of day. It certainly wouldn’t have been part of an ongoing story. But I hope one day he does use it because it sounded great.”

But Davies’s return to the BBC fold as the new Who showrunner changed everything. “Then Russell decided he was coming back full-time and the whole thing blossomed,” says Tennant. Suddenly, the one-off had turned into a trio of specials for Doctor Who’s 60th anniversary.

Davies tells me later: “It was simply as many episodes as David and Catherine could do. If they had said, ‘We’ve got time to make 12,’ we would have made 12. If they had said, ‘We’ve got time to make one,’ then we’d have made one. But I think a one-off would have been a disappointment.”

And it was a flashback no longer. Instead, Tennant plays a new (and official) incarnation of the Doctor that follows on from his younger self and the Doctors that came after – Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi and Jodie Whittaker – in a way that’s woven into the story of the specials (titled The Star Beast, Wild Blue Yonder and The Giggle).

“That’s part of what the Doctor himself is struggling with: why is he here?” says Tennant. “Why has he got this face back, and what might that mean? Though you’re still in a recognisably Doctor Who world, and I think that’s right and proper,” he adds. “It gets you back into those stories that you know and love and recognise, with some elements in there that are unexpected.”

In particular, he says that the second and third specials go in unusual directions. “With two and three, Russell has written Doctor Who like I have never seen it before,” he reveals. “He’s come back to it with a whole new raft of ideas and enthusiasm. I’m just very chuffed to be able to be part of that.”

But of course, he’s not going to be part of it for long. Davies describes Tennant’s new incarnation as a “Magnesium Doctor” – in other words, he burns brightly but not for long – because at the end of the third special, airing on 9 December, he’ll regenerate into new Doctor Ncuti Gatwa. The 31-year-old Sex Education star takes over for the Christmas special, followed by a full series next year (and beyond – he’s already filming episodes that will be shown in 2025).

“I have seen a bit of Ncuti, and he’s magnificent,” Tennant says. “He’s just got such an energy. He’s so creative, and he’s inventive, and he’s funny, and he’s a proper actor. I think he’s going to be great.

“I’ve met Millie Gibson [new companion Ruby], and she seems lovely, too. I haven’t got a chance to see any of her stuff yet, but they seem great together. I’m jealous of the adventure they’ve got in front of them.”

When asked if he has any advice for his successor, Tennant seems vaguely horrified – “What would I say? I mean, literally, what would I say?” I suggest he might prepare Gatwa to return in about 18 years. “Well, he’s young,” Tennant laughs. “He’ll get into the 100th anniversary, probably. I don’t know if I’ll make it that far. Though if I can keep running fast enough –

I don’t know. I never imagined that I would be sitting there for the 60th anniversary, talking about three specials we’d made. This show continues to surprise everyone involved with it.”

Still, it must be hard to hand over the TARDIS so soon after getting hold of it again. Was there a moment, just for a second, where he thought about snatching back the sonic screwdriver, barricading the studio and staying on for a full series?

Even as a lifelong fan, he says not. “It was never on the table,” Tennant says firmly. “The story – well, as soon as I start to talk about this, we get into the area of spoilers, so I’m not going to say any more. All I know is that I’m excited and jealous of everything that Ncuti has in front of him. And I can’t wait to enjoy it as a viewer, because I think he’s magnificent.”

He laughs. “I think they thought, ‘Let the old man run around for a minute – and then we’ll get a nice, young bloke in.’ ”'