#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.

[smallestapplin]

Ive been have a Hyperfixcations for the last few days of reader wearing lingerie matching with their favorite bots colors and the bots or cons losing their minds over it

I went with Ratchet, Shockwave, and Soundwave for this

Warnings : oral fem receiving(Ratchet), recording(Soundwave), mild pet play(Shockwave.)

Minors do NOT interact!

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Ratchet

Oh you are a sight in deed, sat so prettily on his berth with such a sweet smile on your face, as if you didn’t make the older bot choke on nothing. His optics can’t help but to take in every detail of your body, how those white thigh high socks seem to have trouble staying up your thighs, but those red bows tie it together.

The white mesh around your bust leaves little to the imagination. You chuckle listening to him ex-vent loudly. The red lace trim around your panties taunts him, begging for him to touch you and trace the trim around your body.

“Are you just going to stand there, or did I get all cute for nothing?” Your voice is light and playful, but it snaps him from his stupor.

Ratchet takes a few steps toward a you, his optics looking you up and down like you’re a meal he is trying desperately to savor. He drops to his knees in front of you, getting his helm level with you, as shaky servos reach around you.

“What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you dressed so…”

You can feel your pride swelling knowing you even made a bot like Ratchet forget words.

“I just wanted to surprise my sweet hardworking bot.”

And by the sounds of his modest plating shifting aside, and his thick spike twitching and leaking, you did an amazing job, but with how he grabs you, gently taking your lace panties down and shoving his helm between your thighs, you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

-

-

Soundwave

The second he entered his habsuite he was recording, how could he not when his precious human looks like such a meal? You barely have a moment to greet him before the large con is on you. Your mesh blue top does nothing but put your tits on display for him, the flowly lace from under your bust makes you look heavenly.

You are a gift from Primus and he plans to worship you.

“S-Soundwave..!”

He makes you keep it on, optics watching how your tits bounce out of your flimsy top with every thrust of his spike. He barely gave you a moment to breathe, his movements are quick and needy, as if you have him under a spell and making the usual calm mech break.

It’s partially true.

He can’t resist you, he can’t stop himself from ravaging your soft body. Soundwave watches intentally how your stomach bulges from his spike, how your face twists in pleasure. You make his body run hot, coolant trying to cool his temp, but he can’t, not until he’s fucked your valve full of his transfluid.

“You take me so well. You’ll have to wear these flimsy coverings more often.”

With how you’re getting fucked, how could you refuse?

-

-

Shockwave

He won’t admit it but he’s obsessed with this look of yours, how you sweetly asked if you could show him a surprise you got when you went out ealier, he wasn’t expecting this but he’s not complaining.

Such a cute black collar around your throat with a purple metal tag hanging down, ‘property of Shockwave’ the tag read, and it’s all that was needed to get his spike pressurized. The rest of your attire, if it could even be called that, was nothing short of appleaing.

The top you wore was nothing but strings that barely covered your nipples, the skirt was far too short to cover anything, he could see your needy valve from where he stood, and those purple thigh highs hugging your thighs had his engine going.

“Good pet, you certainly know how to please your master.”

How you shake and moan from his priase, he never gives it out unless you’ve truly pleased him, it just makes you so much needier. His optic watches how you drool seeing his spike pop out frm his modesty paneling, the transfluid leaking from his tip just makes you squirm.

“Come here, pet, you have a mess to clean up.”

He’s trained you well, he thinks, watching you nearly trip over yourself just to get placed on his lap to lick his spike clean.

You know it won’t stay clean if you do a good job, your pussy clenches at the mere thought of how he’s going to fuck you.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Escape Plans

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Summary: Ghost does all he can to stop you from leaving.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Language,

Word Count: 1.6K

A/n: for @daugherofneptune because yeahhhh sorryy but give your dog another boop for me

~*~

Simon manages to break his personal record with bladder-holding, but eventually, he leaves his quarters to deal with his needs.

For a while he was tempted to re-purpose the garbage can beside his desk, but eventually decided that would probably be a little too messy.

So, after a few more minutes of careful deliberation, he lets you know his plans to leave, then exits his quarters.

The sound of the door closing is all you need to hear to yank the bathroom door open, rushing into the room and quickly getting dressed.

Your fingers tremble as you start executing your plan.

You only have a few minutes before he gets back, and you still need to leave his quarters without being seen.

As quickly as you can, you pile on a few of his heavier sweaters and some extra socks, then shove two pairs of pants on your legs.

An extra balaclava is tucked safely into your pocket, and then you're turning to the door ready to make good your escape.

Unfortunately, your plans are thwarted by the door opening.

Your heart jumps into your throat and your eyes widen when they meet Simon's.

He pauses for a moment, a brow raising.

"Going out?" He asks.

You frown up at him, trying to step around him only for him to mirror you.

"Going," you try, stepping the other way only for him to do the same.

"I see that. Where?"

You huff out an angry breath and glare up at him.

"Anywhere. Any place that is not here. That will be better."

He doesn't say anything, just stares at you.

"I... I go back to city. Safer there."

Simon scoffs and shakes his head, "you don't really believe that, do you?"

Your glare hardens.

"I stay in city for long time and I survive. I don't get hurt. I stay with you for weeks... get hurt many times."

He sighs, dropping his gaze for a moment then reaching toward you, his heart hurting when you step just out of his reach.

"Mouse, I know. And I'm sorry. It won't happen again-"

"No! I don't want to stay. Please."

If his heart hurt before, it's absolutely shattered now.

"It won't be much longer now. Can you hold out for just a little bit? Please."

You cross your arms over your chest and glare at the ground as tears well up in your eyes.

"Why? So that next time you go they can find me again? Hurt me again?"

"That won't happen," he says darkly, "they know, all of them, that nothing comes between you and me."

It's true.

Matthew's screams could be heard even from how far in the forest Ghost had taken him.

When he returned to base with lighter shoulders and blood splattered on his face, nobody even glanced at him for fear of being next.

Simon cups your jaw and the side of your neck with one hand and uses the other hand to push your hair aside.

"M'not gonna lose you, Mouse. Not when 've only just found you."

Your bottom lip starts to wobble and you pull your eyes from his.

"Look at me."

After a few heartbeats, you reluctantly bring your gaze back to his.

Gently, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest.

"This. You feel this in here?" He asks.

You don't answer right away.

No, instead you wait until you feel the rhythmic thumping before you nod.

"That belongs to you, got it?"

You nod at him.

"And you? You belong to me. And you must be outta your mind if you think m'gonna let what's mine walk out like that."

His words make your belly flip and you sigh, leaning your face into his hand.

"I don't like it here," you whisper.

"I know, Mouse. But soon I'll take you away from here. You won't have to worry about any of this ever again, I swear."

You tug your head back a bit and look up at him.

"Where will we go?"

He shrugs, tugging you into a hug and stepping further into the room.

"Anywhere you want. The city, the country, the ocean, the mountains. Wherever you want."

You're quiet for a good few moments before finally snuggling closer to him.

"Fine. But I don't leave."

"Good." That's exactly what he wants.

"No. This room. I don't leave."

Oh. Not what he really wants.

"You're gonna stay in this room for the next several weeks? Mouse, these walls are gonna get borin' to look at."

You slowly pull back to look up at him, and he wonders what he's said to deserve such a bitch-face.

"I live in cage before here. Walls will be fine."

He has no rebuttal.

"Well, I can bring you somethin'. Anythin' to make your stay better... more comfortable. Anythin' you need or want, jus say the word and I'll get it for you."

Your brows draw together.

You don't need anything.

Seeing the look on your face, he's quick to chime in with things he thinks you may like.

"What about more sketchbooks?"

That would be nice.

Slowly you nod.

"I can bring you a tablet, too. S'you can watch movies. We don't exactly have award winners, but some classics'll keep you occupied for the next little while," he rambles.

A frown finds your lips.

"What is tablet?"

Simon chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head tenderly.

"Oh, you're gonna love it. Can get ya almost anything with the touch of a button."

True to his word, he gets you set up with a tablet and several new sketchbooks, and spends a good portion of the afternoon showing you how to work the tablet.

"You'll have restricted access, but you know where to go if you have questions, and where to go if you want to watch movies. If you want anything else, you tell me. Okay?"

You don't say anything, only nod.

The corners of his mouth drop the tiniest bit when he notices the way you're avoiding his eyes once again.

"Mouse... you know that... that I put you down there because I had to. It was the only way for them to believe me. You know that I would never put you through that if there was any other choice, right?"

You nod again, sniffling and turning away from him the tiniest bit.

You know it's not his fault. You know that. You know that if there had been any other way for him to convince his team that you were innocent, he would've done it.

That doesn't change the fact that it was his face behind those bars. His hands that locked the door.

"Look at me. Please."

You flutter your eyes up to his, not bothering to mask the sadness you feel.

"When you go... lock door."

He's a little surprised by your words but nods his understanding.

"I will."

Though it goes directly against the rules, he swapped his door handle with the one on Soap's bathroom door. Prick can earn his privacy back.

Now, there's one added measure between you and the men on base. He wishes it wasn't necessary, but even he can only defend his men for so long.

"I'll lock the door and you open it to no one but me."

"You will bring key."

He blinks a few times before nodding once more.

"I will bring a key. That way you don't have to worry. Only person coming in and out of here will be me."

You look down again, fingers tapping the tablet gently as anxiety eats a hole in your stomach.

Simon's moving before he understands what he's doing, carefully taking off the chain around his neck.

"Here. I want you to have this."

You glance over to him, brows drawing together when he holds his dog tags out to you.

"You'll always have a piece of me. N'you know if you're with me nothin's gonna happen to you."

Though you don't fully understand the meaning of his words, the weight of them is not lost on you. You can feel the importance, the significance.

And so you let him carefully put them on you.

His eyes are focused on where they rest on your chest, on top of your heart.

Carefully, he cups your cheek and slides his thumb over your soft skin.

"You've no idea what you mean to me, Mouse. No idea. Almost wish you coulda been there to see what happened to that prick for what he did."

He means it when he says that, too.

He wishes you could've been there to see exactly what he did to him. Wishes you could've heard his apologies, his pathetic attempts at pleading for his life.

But the last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him.

"What... what did you do?" You ask, looking at him nervously.

His thumb drags over your bottom lip and he sighs.

"A lot. A lot of bad... horrible things. Hurt him real bad. And then I let him die. 'Cause that's what happens to people who hurt you. And I'll never forgive myself for being one of them."

You nod slowly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth then sighing gently.

"How long until we go home?" You ask after another moment, slowly bringing your hand up to his chest.

"A few weeks. Not much longer, and then it'll be jus' you and me."

Slowly, you nod.

You can do a few more weeks.

A few more weeks, then you start your new life in your new home with your Ghost.

With Simon.

Your Simon.

[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?”

[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."

[bathic]

6. Maybe it will be if you survive.

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The worst thing wasn’t finding out that you had been stumbling around in circles the entire time after you had run off. Or even that, if you had just taken a moment to get your bearings instead of blindly wandering through tunnel after tunnel, you would have seen just the smallest traces of light pouring beyond the edge of one of the corners. The exit— or Northward Entrance was right there behind the outcrop of the wall.

That might have nicked your ego. Reminded you that despite your poorly executed escape from above, just barely making it on the whim; luck wasn’t on your side and the chances you thought you had were slim to none in the pit.

Perhaps going on the fly wasn’t the smartest thing, another hasty decision brought on by a spur of the moment decision during a small window of opportunity. One that, yes, you completely fumbled with your impatience. And now the consequences surrounded you with rusted bars and splintered floorboards which creaked and groaned every time you shifted. The man who had snagged you from your errant bumbling stood at the bottom of a well-worn staircase adjacent of the prison cell he shoved you in. He looked no older or younger than you, with a shapely jaw and wispy brown hair that laid flat against his forehead and hung longer where it was tucked behind his ears. Saddled with a beige peasant shirt fastened with a strappy holster in a darker washed leather, black trousers and clunky boots. His wings, brown and fuzzy, fluttered every so often against his back; the rounded ends reaching the crease of his knees where his shoes stopped (or began depending on where you considered a shoe started— at the toe or the tongue).

Something red smudged along the outer corner of his left eye and temple.

Not a single word passed through his lips since he brought you here, not even when you tried to pry him apart with a futile game of twenty-something questions. He remained as stoic as a fountain statue, tight-lipped and unblinking. The only bit of him that moved were his wings and the perimeter of his chest— inhale, exhale.

“Seriously? I’m beginning to put together a theme amongst the men here. Threatening and abducting innocent people because, let me guess, a completely hare-brained assumption about some absurd thing called a birdling— am I right? You can tell me that I am because I really can’t seem to grasp at the loose threads those other two idiots were rambling about aside from that.” You pause to catch your breath, resuming momentarily despite the man across from you not seeming the slightest bit interested in what you have to say. “Which I’m not for the record. I don’t even know what that is— a fucking birdling. Sounds stupid and childish and exactly like something the short one would have made up.”

You watch and wait, shifted forward onto your knees in front of the cell door, hands wrapped around the lower bars. Yet despite your attempt at trying to get him to at least tell you to shut up, he didn’t so much as sigh or twitch in his spot.

“Are you… some kind of law enforcement? Is that what this is, I’m being detained for something I didn’t even do. If anything, you should have those idiots put in here!”

Nothing.

The silent treatment was beginning to chew at your nerves, not that they weren’t already bitten to the high heavens from everything that has transpired within the last… well, whatever amount of time has passed.

Then it occurred to you of an aforementioned person of caliber, someone with a title and a rather demanding personality— at least you’ve gathered as much from that singular exposure out on that rickety landing.

“I want to speak to your captain.”

It wasn’t much, and to be fair it could have just been the slight of sight, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. Like he was nearly tempted to snap back at you.

“That’s who we’re waiting on, right? I heard the little chat between him and the other two. Got to say, he’s a bit of an asshole—“

“You talk too much for your own good—“

“Don’t waste your breath, Yeosang. The weak only babble out of fear… as they should.” A new voice, and yet not so new at all suddenly drawled somewhere along the stairs obscured by your position and the shadows casted from the outcrop of the ceiling.

Each heavy booted foot landing on the wooden planks felt like the impaling of a nail into the line of your spine. You had to tighten your grip of the bars to keep yourself from flinching, the sound all-too familiar to the beast of a man that you lived with— every echo lingering like a ghost. The saliva that pooled into your mouth was every bit as bitter as the glare you were met with the moment the boots hit the common ground floorboards. Only difference between the two was that your spit was warm, and his eyes held nothing but a cold edge.

Truly when needed, the will to keep your mouth sealed shut seemed to elude you.

“Who are you?”

His head tilts to the side, causing the fawn-colored fringe hanging over his forehead to sway. “Who am I? Why, shouldn’t you know— you were insisting on speaking to me just seconds ago.”

Beneath the dim lights of the brig stood the very captain— a face to the voice of the hologram, a body to match the snide comments made by Wooyoung, the concept and the product molded together into a singular and very real person. Brown leather boots folded over at the tops worn by wear bled into baggy trousers decorated with varying buttons and fastened chains. An open shirt untied at his collar bones beneath the heavy sag of a trench coat layered by unrecognizable patches with odd symbols and miscellaneous intricacies amalgamized into a peculiar mixture as far as fashion went. Something very pre-of today yet you could with a bit of thought digging find some similar echoes of the same exact style worn by the younger crowd in town. His hair hung longer in the back with sides shaved short, ear sporting varying pieces of rudimentary jewelry; some gold, some bronze, some silver. Like he was indecisive and figured the best outcome would be all of the above, that reflected on his choice of rings lining both hands as well. The casual sway in them as he strode nonchalantly towards the cell caught every bit of light and made every other jewel glint like a visual warning.

You clear your throat from an invisible obstruction, "Ah, the captain..."

A single shapely eyebrow pulls upward, "Yes, the captain. The one you've deemed as 'a bit of an asshole'." He watches the way you wet your lips out of discomfort, the corners of his own seeming to curl at the action.

"Slip of the tongue."

"Of course, most baseless assumptions are."

You shift to stand, facing him eye-to-eye through the bars of your cell. "Speaking of assumptions," Swiping at the stiff grime-soaked fabric of your jeans with your sweaty palms didn't give you as much confidence as you wished for the feeling of dirt rubbing along your skin reminded you of how utterly gross you probably looked, "I have been wrongly accused of being something without any proper evidence by two of your idiotic friends. Not only that, but they jointly decided too not only man-handle me but also bring me here against my will. Now, I will ask kindly that you let me go without any trouble in exchange for my silence in regard to whatever lack of human ethics-"

“Let you go?” His question was trailed by a burst of laughter, one that rocked his shoulders and caused the wings that blended into the color of his coat to flare out to the side. They shook like leaves in the fall and emitted a soft whoosh.

You spared a glance over to the other man, seeing his expression just as blank as it was before the captain had appeared.

Had you been paying attention, then you’d notice that the laughter had stopped and the hand hurling down onto one of the bars right in front of you. The clang of metal hitting metal sounded off and startled you enough to stumble back. The captain stood closer to the cell; his face perfectly lined within the space between two of the bars. He looked at you like you were something insignificant, a nasty piece of nothing that deserved just as much— nothing.

“Bold or simply stupid, I can’t really decide on which of those fit your pathetic demands more.” His dark eyes look you over, nose scrunching in a show of disgust.

It wasn’t like you purposely chose to roll around in dirty street water.

“Tell me, what is so important about you that those two idiots would go through the trouble to bring you here? Hm, do you even know where here is?”

“Nothing… there’s no importance surrounding me. So, you are just as much in the dark as I am. And no, I have no idea where I am— I wasn’t even aware that the pit wasn’t just a big giant hole!” You throw your hands up only to let them fall down onto your thighs with a plap.

“Pit? Speak clearly for I have no patience for childish runarounds.”

One of his rings, on his right middle finger had the head of a wasp on it with emeralds for eyes. It was perturbing to look at. And to have looking at you.

You parted your lips to retort but several rounds of steps rushing down the steps not only hooked your attention but also that of the other two men. Yeosang turned first, greeted by the sight of a blonde head of hair and another mop of brown with chunky highlighted strands.

Both unfamiliar to you.

“I told you both to stay in the war room.”

“Jongho told Wooyoung, Yunho and Seonghwa that you were down here with the… whatever it is.”

“And? That required the both of you to come running down here— to what? Fight the unknown? Well, there it is.” A hand jerks in your direction and their attention follows it, landing on you.

The shorter blonde approached first, peering at you through the bars like an animal at the zoo. To be fair, you were beginning to feel like it.

“Could use a good bath.” He whispered, staring at you like one would upon seeing a dirty stray. Although with less pity and more casual nonchalance.

“Don’t get too close, Sannie… we don’t know if it’s a biter.” The taller of the two, with the discolored bits of hair sidled up beside the other with a hand wrapped around his bicep.

Yeosang scoffed, “Hardly a fighter let alone a biter, Mingi.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be cautious.”

Hongjoong stepped forward and latched a hand onto both men’s shoulders, yanking them back and to the side with a huff. This was to be an interrogation and yet all he has gotten so far was something about a pit and knowing how the meddling of San and Mingi would go, certainly nothing of use would be gained.

“You spoke of a pit… what is that and how does it correlate with you being here?”

“Yes, the pit… big, giant hole in the wheat fields up above. Couldn’t miss it unless you were blind.”

“Above?” San turned to Mingi who turned to Yeosang who simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Do you take me for a fool?” Hongjoong was once again pressed against the cell with a knit to his brows. He took no kindness to being made out like a brainless idiot.

You squinted at him, “You don’t believe me— how can you want answers when you refuse to acknowledge the one’s that I give you? A pit, large and wide from above, what is so hard for you to grasp? You are literally inside of it!”

“Never heard it called that before, do you think it has multiple names?” Mingi whispered to San from the side.

“I could ask you the same thing, how can I acknowledge any truth to your answers when you give me such incompetent ones? Truly, does it look like we are in a massive fucking hole?”

“Of course not! At least not in here, in whatever this room is. But out there… sort of.” You frown, realizing that no, nobody could tell they were in a ginormous hole even when on the landing or in that string-light city.

“Sort of?” He chuckles dryly, “Right, tell me more. How did you end up in all of this pit nonsense, hm? Take a tumble, hit your head, get a bit scattered.”

The man was openly mocking you, sneering through the bars of your prison with such contempt.

“You talk about me making you out to be a fool but what you are doing is the exact same thing.”

“That’s where you are wrong— I don’t need to do or say anything to make you what you already are… a blabbering liar, not even a fool could make up the utter nonsense coming from your mouth!” His hands slam against the bars, the echo of metal on metal hardly audible over his harsh breathing. Surely if a mirror was held before him, he would have a rapid dog reflected back.

“Captain.” Yeosang wasn’t exactly interested in stepping between his leader and the target of his ire but things were beginning to derail and unless he wanted to be held back to clean up a mess he’d rather avoid entirely (that and returning to his wing-bound covered in freshly spilled blood would set Seonghwa off into a frazzled state of clean-up mode), interjecting while the coals were barely starting to shift in temperature would right everything back on course.

“She was found wandering through the tunnels, not too far from the Northward Entrance. Yunho and Wooyoung couldn’t have been—“ But his relay in information was cut short by the captain's own voice, tone bearing no sort of interest in what the moth had to say.

“I don’t really care what and where those two might have been. Considering this,” Hongjoong juts a finger in your direction, the black polish on his nail catching your eye briefly. “Was their issue to sort in the first place and rather than keep a leash on her, they let her run in circles while fucking off in the whacon. So now, I will have to once again clean up the mess of two irresponsible idiots.”

Yeosang pursed his lips, decidedly accepting the decision to keep his mouth shut. San placed a hand on his shoulder as a silent means of solidarity.

“It could have been a simple mistake. Plus, wasn’t Seonghwa sent to get them? Perhaps they got distracted by his sudden appearance. You know how Wooyoung gets around him.” Mingi tried his own hand at appealing to the irate captain, his wing-bound, while also choosing to ignore the way Yeosang shifted in his peripheral. Perhaps that little detail could have been spared.

Hongjoong was silent, staring you down as you slumped against the back of the cell. It looked like he was pondering something, not exactly looking at you but rather through you at an indecipherable spot. And then his head tilts, one dangling earring pooling over his jawline. The curl of his lips made the hair on your arms stand on end, rising in salute of the goosebumps littering your skin. He was, in no other word, scheming. You could see it just by the sudden wicked gleam in his eyes.

“So, what I hear parting from my beloved Mingi’s lips is that Seonghwa is to blame, is that right? Hm?” His voice carries the same saccharine tone you’d heard him use on the landing, artificially sweet to coat the poison bubbling beneath.

Mingi’s eyes widened, quickly looking over at Yeosang. San still had his hand on his shoulder, but you could see the way his knuckles had turned white, and the grip made the peasant shirt he wore bunch up. Yeosang might have kept his features neutral but there was a fire in his eyes and a tick in his jaw. His own hands balled tightly at his sides.

“No— No that’s not what I’m saying—“

“Then I should scalp him of his pretty little wings and have him hang by the wounds from the Southway Bridge for being such a distraction to my crew. Seeing as nobody can seem to fucking function in his presence then I’ll just get rid of him entirely. Is that what I should do, Mingi? My wing-bound, my soul, my heart in every living beat…”

Every single word that fell past Hongjoong’s lips solidified one thing in your mind. That he was absolutely insane, a mad man far off of his rocker. San gripped Yeosang with both hands now, one around his waist and the other falling to his upper bicep. He seemed to tremble under the entrapment of his rage.

Despite the captain’s verbiage being directed at the tall man behind him, his eyes never strayed from you. Like the threat he was making against someone else wasn’t just dedicated to them, but to you.

“You are fucking sick.” You glared at him through the bars, planting your hands flat against the wall behind you.

Hongjoong’s lips peel back to reveal a perfect set of teeth, ones that he quickly swiped over with his sharp-tipped tongue.

“I wouldn’t be the notorious captain that I am if I wasn’t just a little bit depraved… birdling.”

You froze hearing that word, the accusation to start all of this mess, realizing that he had probably heard everything you had said to Yeosang before his abrupt arrival. He knew to an extent of why you were even in the tunnels in the first place, what had Wooyoung and Yunho insist on dragging you from the stringed-light city to be brought before their captain. You knew that word was spoken negatively, like an omen or some unspoken enemy shared between them.

You, in their eyes, were that enemy.

Suddenly the sound of metal clinking together tethered your attention into focus. Hongjoong had a keyring in his hands, gold in color, with several intricately shaped keys of varying sizes. One was shoved into the lock on the cell door. You looked up to see that he was no longer sporting that devious grin but rather a serious countenance devoid of his earlier sick-humor.

The door creaked open within his hand; eyes unreadable as he gazed at you.

“San,” Said man’s head jerked to attention, “Grab her and put her on her knees. I wish to see the wings that I plan to put above my bed.”

San hesitated for a minute second but ultimately did as he was told, letting go of Yeosang and beelining it to the cell. You knew this was a fight you couldn’t win. Not by a long shot. But you had to try. What was the point of getting this far without that— trying. Could you even consider this point as far? Maybe it will be if you survive.

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Masterlist

[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. 

[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.