#involuntary invisibility

[spookietrex]

Story Time with Spookie!

So let me just tell you a kind of infuriating, kind of funny story about mental health hospitalizations. (If you're only here for the funny bits, stick to the last 5 paragraphs!) This is a true story that I experienced. Names have been changed.

Tw: sexual abuse, involuntary mental health hospitalization, stalking

So for context, I am an ambulatory wheelchair user due to hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos, POTS, and fibromyalgia. I have severe PTSD from multiple incidents, borderline personality disorder, autism (but mask almost automatically due to my trauma. I did extremely well in society before my autistic burnout. I am now experiencing severe symptoms), shaking/tremors/possible seizures (current diagnosis is functional neurological disorder but I have severe cognitive decline. Now find simple children's math books complicated (spent 45 minutes on one problem today in a number puzzle workbook for ages 7+), severe depression/anxiety, but most importantly I have severe trust issues with medical professionals because they keep involuntarily hospitalizing me when I, my wife, my therapist have both told them it doesn't help. When I am triggered/scared, I have PNES where I can't walk. Like at all. I will fall and hurt myself. (I also have POTS).

So I go to the hospital got some unrelated reason and they decide that I'm suicidal because I have a history as a kid and I have passive suicidal ideation controlled by a therapist (my exact words). They keep me for 2 days at one facility no AMA (barely feed me anything I'll actually eat. I'm a vegan), only at certain times was I allowed to to have any comfort items (my fuzzy blanket, was brand new, my phone, etc), they make up lies and decide my health even when I am honest (lmao they literally wrote in my medical record that i threw up on purpose, but they focus on the fact that I use marijuana for pain. Even though I have my medical card.) then tell me I'll be moved upstairs to the psych unit to "finish my psych hold, " where my wife will be allowed to visit me for one hour two times per week. So I'm annoyed but whatever. I know the plan. They tell me they're going to move me at midnight; plenty of time for my wife to get back from work. Nope, they suddenly tell me at 9:30pm the ambulance is on its way to take me to the new hospital. I start freaking out but am doing my best to not do things that will make me stay longer. I make them wait for my wife to say goodbye and deny all my sleep meds and request an Ativan so that I do not have a major meltdown at the new hospital. The entire time, I am shaking nonstop. I am barely aware of my surroundings. I am sweating like crazy and the EMT is very concerned. I ask to leave but am denied.

We finally get to the hospital (10:30pm) and they hand me paperwork to sign in and tell me they will not engage with me unless I sign. I ask if that means I can leave. She says no. I am forced to sign the paperwork voluntarily admitting myself despite actively voicing concerns. (1:30am)

The nurse is nice enough but she is distracted because another man is actively detoxing. She asks about trauma history and because I am exhausted and hope it helps, I tell her about my messed up childhood and my story. She validates me and leaves due to another patient (3:00am) tells me she has to take the fuzzy blanket for now but I should be able to get it back. Another lady comes in to take the fuzzy blanket. I am having a meltdown and shaking so badly I can't stand. She tells me to hand it to her. I gently toss it to her because I can't move. She yells at me. I tell her I'm having a seizure andcan'twalk. She says "no you're not" I repeated that I needed a wheelchair. She checked with the nurse and came back with a wheelchair. (4:30am)

Ended up on the psychosis unit because I told my doctor I was seeing color swirls that weren't there. (Kaleidoscope vision before migraine) The nurses on the unit laugh in my face when I ask about the fuzzy blanket. (6am) The bed was uncomfortable and I had no privacy. At this point, I'd been awake 24 hours so I slept. I got in trouble for sleeping 🥴

The worst part and the reason for this story there was this male patient that arrived on like my second or third day. He just walked into my room when I was laying down reading and stared at me for a while. I screamed at him to get tfo of my room. My roommate heard me yelling and came to help. He finally left but muttered something along the lines of, "I can do whatever the f--- I want. It's my f---ing room." This alarmed me so I alerted staff. They rolled their eyes and said, "That's just Billy. He doesn't mean any harm."

The next day, I am in the common room talking to someone, Billy comes up to me multiple times after I tell him to please leave me alone. He writes down his phone number on a piece of paper and tries to give it to me multiple times after he sees me accept my roommate's information. It happens in groups. Staff does nothing. It's not just me he's bothering but he's clearly targeting and following me. Other people notice and report it to staff. He did this for a few more days before I finally snapped. I yelled. I yelled really loudly to get the f--- away from me. I said it multiple times (I wanna say like 10) and staff did nothing before my roommate (again) told them I was yelling and to get him away from me. They gave Billy a shot for that.

That night I couldn't sleep. I was rolling through the hall with my wheelchair around 3am and heard the sound of a male masturbating. I rolled myself up to the counter wanting pain meds because my entire body was in pain and Billy's roommate Lamar was up at the counter asking to use the bathroom because his roommate was masturbating in theirs. (Ew).

The next day was the night before I found out I was leaving. I spent the day talking to group members that I liked and exchanging contact information and coloring. He again tried to offer me his information but I stayed with an easy way out or a barrier between him and I. Billy went out for a cigarette break with the rest of the group around 6pm. I sat inside with Aqua. We noticed that there was some commotion outside. Later, we learned from another group member, Levi, that Billy had gotten close to a dissociative girl, unzipped her jacket, and grabbed her breasts. She tried to push him off of her but didn't have much success. Lamar saw this and punched him off of her. Staff shoved Billy back inside.

Okay for this next part: there were a few people who knew I could walk but most of the group members had no idea. I had a fall risk bracelet (I am). So I'm sitting in the corner with Aqua also blocked in. Billy comes charging in and beeline directly for me. I have had it at this point. I have told him and told him. I scream louder than I have screamed at this facility to get the f--- away from me. This does not work. I get louder and louder until I am filled with adrenaline and no longer give a shit about whether I fall on my face (but am pretty confident I won't). I stand and take a step forward and shout so loud that the smokers could hear me through the glass outside. Staff comes running. Billy is looking shocked and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, "Hallelujah. It's a miracle. You can stand." I am seething and am ready to tear this man apart just as staff arrives to take him away. I sit down in my wheelchair and stare at Aqua, slow blinking, aghast at what just happened.

[gobingirl]

Dad Hood

Jumping on the Dad Red Hood bandwagon. [insert jazz hands here]

I imagine Jason hands granola bars out to the homeless in his territory, and he generally provides food and fresh water for those who need it on his terf.

And then he passes Danny post reveal gone bad and just hands him a granola bar thinking nothing of it.

Danny would be so confused why this stranger in a red helmet gave him food.

Danny meets this stranger’s eyes in his confusion and both his and the older man’s eyes flash green.

Jason’s first thought would be that this kid was Lazarus touched. While Danny would think he just found a ghost or another hafla.

Either way the pits seam to be calm. Not just calm, happy. Practically excited and cooing at the kid. It’s confusing as hell and what’s worse is that when the kid look up at him with those wide green eyes a surge of protective instinct rises through him along with the strange urge to punch him. But not punch him in a ‘I want to fight’ way, more like a ‘hi my name is Jason and you’re coming home with me now’ way. Which is bizarre and new and strange and kind of freaking him out.

Danny on the other hand is having a field day trying to get his core under control. His instinct is to punch this dude in the gut and introduce himself, but his brain keeps saying stranger danger run for the hills.

Hood just… turns around and grapples to the nearest roof. Trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the pits, and he turns around to see if the kids still on the sidewalk because his instincts scream at him not to leave the kid alone and he’s just… gone. And all the sudden he’s going into a rage for no apparent reason.

Three days later after the interaction Danny sees Hood on a rooftop and lets out an involuntary chirp at him. Hood whips around to pinpoint the sound but Danny goes invisible out of mortification.

Why the hell would he chirp? He didn’t even know he could do that!

He spends the next few weeks unintentionally trailing Red Hood and vise versa with a very confused and slightly irritated air about them both.

Danny’s core is confused because he just lost his family and his haunt and was thrust into this new one without warning, so it latches onto the first familiar thing which just so happens to be Jason Todd.

Jason is just trying to live a normal life as a crime lord, but the pits cling to his this kid. …Was this how Bruce felt?

[laylaplease]

Stupid girl with perfect little cunt ༘♡ *.｡˚

ׁ ֶָ֢ ⏤͟͟͞͞☕️ ׁ ࣭ warnings ! ۪ ׁ ⊹ || Dom!Anakin × Sub!Fem!Reader, dubcon, pussy torture, orgasm denial, degrading, praising, pet names, swearing, panty stuffing, PinV, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, pain kink, dacryphilia, begging, clit play, fingering, tied hands, male masturbation. MDNI

"Oh my, what a needy pussy you got, hmmm?” Anakin coos, his fingers caress your drenched panties right over your slit. “It’s just getting wetter and wetter.”

He speaks with great amusement present in his voice, no remorse for your exhausted, writhing self; you’ve been restrained in his bed for around an hour, and all he’s doing is just edging and edging and edging... Anakin didn’t care how your wrists hurt or how your cunt trembled with each ruined orgasm; all he knew was that seeing you at his mercy made him incredibly hard, and he anticipated producing a lot of cum to stuff you full with later. But that has yet to come.

“There we go, feels good, doesn’t it?” His thumb rubs tiny circles over your covered clit, making another spark of electricity tingle your lower tummy. It felt amazing, the pain felt amazing.

“’S too much, Ani—” You cry, involuntary, trying to free your arms from the tight rope he’s bound you with.

“Yeah, baby, keep begging like that.” He rolls his eyes at your words, only speeding the movement around your swollen bud while his fist wraps around his cock, pumping it to the matching pace.

Your back arches, lower muscles ache from unnatural movement, making tears form in your eyes. There was no point in begging; your throat was sore from pleading cries, hands were bruised, throbbing pussy puffed, and sensitive to the smallest caress; and yet none of those things made Anakin consider stopping.

How could he stop? Why would he stop when you pleased him so much? Your cunt clenching around nothing, undies soaked through with your sweet juices dripping onto the sheets, tainting his bed with the remains of you that he would later bask in. You were a pretty little doll, all for him to love and all for him to torture; your pain and pleasure belonged to him.

“Let’s take a look,” His fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear and slowly tug them down, soft cotton unsticking from your abused pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Anakin pulls them all the way off, admiring the artwork that was created because of him.

“Look at these…” He brings the ruined material to his nose and inhales deeply. “Slutty pussy ruining all the pretty things; I should punish it more, mmm?” He pats your tender folds, making sure the tips of his fingers smack right against your pulsating clit so you whimper for him more.

“N-no!” You sob, trying to squirm your hips away from his bitter touch, which only makes his cock twitch towards you, aching to be welcomed deep in your guts. 

“You are in no place to complain, little whore.” Anakin, quite obviously unpleased by your actions, grabs your legs and pulls you back to him. Snaking under your knees, he pushes your legs up, raising your pelvis. His muscular arm is enough to hold them in place, with your knees almost touching your ears. “Pretty sopping cunt, all for daddy to spread.” He tsks, enjoying how it pulsed and trembled from the lack of pleasure.

His words were instantly followed by two thick fingers sliding easily knuckles deep and proceeding with a scissor-like motion, opening up your most sacred place. He swirls his digits around, juices sloshing around his flesh, pussy full of wetness that he’d love to eat out of you. But that would drive you over the edge, and it wasn’t on his to-do list. No, you were going to be a good toy and enjoy pleasing him instead. That’s what the dirty slut of a girlfriend is for.

“So greedy, just asking to be fucked.” He sucks you off his fingers, savoring the taste, a sight almost invisible through your glossy eyes. Anakin reached back for your damp, discarded panties, folding them messily.

His index slides back in you, accompanied by the cotton of your undies, material scratches your moistened skin, making your legs tremble.

“N-no, please!” Your voice breaks, pretty begs catching his attention.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Anakin hums, continuing to stuff you full of your own underwear slowly. “Need daddy’s cock? Is that why you’re so squirmy?”

“Yes, yes, daddy, please, need to cum, fuck— fuck me, please!” You blabber, trying to make him fuck your delicious, dripping pussy. “Please, need it s’ bad!”

He chuckles at your desperation, slipping out of your cunt, leaving the pink material peeking outside just a tiny bit while the rest of the lace soaks up your wetness.

“Of course, honey, I couldn’t just not cum in such a pretty hole.” He releases your legs, dropping them down at each side of his thighs as he lines himself to your entrance.

He slides in slowly, careful not to drive your panties further than he intended. Once his swollen head is wrapped between your spongy walls, he stops completely, making you whine in frustration.

“Pleasepleaseplease need to cum, please!” You try bucking your hips forward, not even caring what will happen to your expensive garment, for it was probably already ruined beyond repair, leaving its only purpose to make your pussy even more sore.

Anakin pushes you down, pinning your lower body to the bed, annoyed at your whinny, stupid self. He pinches your puffed-up clit between his fingers.

“Shut the fuck up.” He hisses, making tears drip down your cheeks. “One more squirm, one more peep, one more dumb word from your stupid mouth, and you won’t be walking for weeks.”

Naturally, you do shut the fuck up. Your glossy eyes stare at him, trying to keep still so his treat won’t become reality. You know what happens to disobedient sluts. You know what Anakin does to you when you fail to please him.

“Thought so.” His anger eases when you cooperate, and yet he remains still, only the tip of his cock stretching your entrance. He wraps his fingers around the rest of his length and starts pumping it.

Planting your hips into the mattress, you try not to move as he uses you like a little cum dump, not even trying to properly fuck you. Your brain scrambled from how perfect his moans and grunts are; you are proud; you are grateful to be the one who gets his precious seed; and as long as he deems your womb as usable, you are fulfilled.

“Good girl, gonna stuff you full.” He grunts. His hand strokes faster and faster.

Feeling the lack of your moans, he grants you the pleasure of his thumb back on your clit, caressing it up and down to the speed of his hand.

“That’s it, my stupid breeding hole, you’ll take daddy’s cum, yeah? Get that womb nice and busy…”

He talks you and him both into a sweet release, his filthy words making your insides tremble with the need. Even if he won’t fuck you, you’re thankful. Pussy split, ready to receive the load, pretty panties stuffed inside, tortured clit finally being rubbed to its content, and the prospect of your daddy knocking you up finally gets you over the edge. Your trembling body shakes his bed as you finally get to feel the release, highlighted by Anakin’s hot cum leaking inside of you. His fist keeps milking all of the viscous liquid, filling you to the brim, leaving your poor panties and sore pussy ruined.

[bamboobooshark]

IM BEGGING FOR A LOGAN X FEM READER WHO CAN TURN INVISIBLE BUT WHEN SHES NERVOUS OR FLUSTERED SHE DISAPPEARS INVOLUNTARILY essentially it’s just logan flustering reader till she disappears??? (mostly fluff but also suggestive/smut end)

LOGAN HOWLETT X F!READER

˖⁺‧₊˚ ㅤ⚜️ 𝜚 SHY AWAY : 1.3K WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, FLIRTING, SOME LANGUAGE, KISSING>

A/N : Soooo as far as “suggestive/smut” end goes, the most you’re getting is some mild flirting and kissing. I do have my age in my bio and my pinned; I am a minor! Sorry to disappoint anyone, but I doubt it would be socially acceptable for me to write anything too suggestive. Post writing note; I made this way longer than I intended to OOOOOPS !!Warning: Detailed kissing and use of pet names!!

Out of all the mutations the universe could’ve graced you with, you were damned with involuntary invisibility. Sometimes it could come in hand when you’re about to be harmed. You have a sixth sense of fear, and any time it kicks in, you go invisible. That sixth sense has saved your life a handful of times, to be fair. However, the past month has been hell for you. You met a fellow mutant through your friend Rogue. Logan Howlett is his name. You’re so envious of his mutation. Built in claws that aid him in being up front and in the enemies’ faces rather than hiding away in plain sight.

 

You sheepishly walk over to Logan, already nervous that he’ll cause a sudden disappearance. He’s lounging in one of the chairs within the common room. One of his legs crosses on top of the other. Rogue is sitting on the couch across from him, reading some romance book that she’s been telling you all about. She glances up at you, and before she can speak, you give her a face, begging her not to speak. She looked back down at her book without another gesture. 

Logan takes another drag of his cigar while leaning back a bit in the recliner. You walk in front of him and sit next to Rogue with a light smile on your lips. “Heya, girl! What brings you down here?” she asks as she gives you a quick hug. You hug her back and shrug. “Not much. Just missed you and Logan,” you say casually, subtly trying to catch Logan’s attention. It works, and he shoots you his iconic look with one eyebrow raised in slight confusion. He takes his cigar out of his mouth between his pointer and middle, causing you to shiver slightly at the sight. “Missed me? Why the hell would you miss me, doll? I’m nothin’ special,” he tells you as his expression becomes more relaxed.

You feel your heart flutter and your mind fill with anxiety of you going invisible. You try your best to keep yourself together before replying to him. You tug at the neck of your shirt and bit and attempt to get comfortable. “Well, I just like being around you. You seem pretty comfortable around me, and you’ve been nothing but welcoming since Marie introduced me to you.” You ramble while trying your best to maintain eye contact with Logan, but ultimately end up looking in his direction instead. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs slightly in response. “Alright. Thanks for checkin’ on us then, princess,” he says with a soft smile. Damn, that does it for you. Your cheeks feel like fire before you go invisible. You quietly hold in an annoyed and embarrassed groan. You look to your side and see Marie looking down at her book in attempts to hide her snickering and smiling at the situation. You roll your eyes before you glance over at Logan. His lips are slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Kid, am I crazy or did your friend just disappear?” he asks with slight concern. Marie lets out a few strangled laughs before wiping stray tears from her eyes. “Yeah. That happens sometimes,” she huffs out. Her eyes point in your direction before she smirks mischievously. “Usually when she’s really flustered. But it happens when she’s feeling some strong emotions too. I’m sure it’s the first case though,” she says to Logan before going back to her book.

Logan nods in understanding before taking another drag of his cigar. He keeps it between his lips this time.

Soon enough, you fade back into sight, and Logan immediately gazes at you. “Welcome back,” he murmurs against his cigar. You smile idiotically at him and nod your head to let him know you heard him. Marie looks at you and nudges your elbow, encouraging you to say more. You subtly shake your head no, but gain a knowing look from her in response. You bite at the inside of your cheek in anticipation for what she’s about to do. She stretches and lets out a bit of a groan before getting up on her feet. “I think I’ll be heading to my room now. I might hit the hay soon,” she tells the two of you before walking off.

Logan’s gaze lingers on you, and he smirks at you. Your cheeks began to heat again. The chair squeaks as he gets up and walks over to you. One of his hands goes to slip a thumb through his jeans’ belt loop. The other reaches for his cigar and falls to his side. He stands in front of you, looking down at you with a soft smile. “I don’t bite, baby girl. I know the huge metal claws could be a bit intimidating, but I swear I’d never hurt ya’. Alright?” he asks sweetly as his hand moves from his belt loop to your shoulder. He gently rubs his thumb against it while awaiting your response. You sit there for a few seconds in shock. You haven’t disappeared yet, but you wish you could right now. Your flesh is burning up so much that you’re sure Logan can feel it through your clothes. He leans in close to your face, his pupils right on yours, causing you to look away. “Hey. Look at me,” he asks gently while waiting for your eyes to meet his again. When you sink into yourself, Logan grunts, puts out his cigar, and uses his hand to hold your cheek in his palm. You involuntarily lean against the calloused skin, causing him to chuckle. In fear of him pulling away because of your defiance, you decide to look at him again. “That’s it,” he murmurs. You let out a quiet whine at his praises, and it does nothing but fuel the fire in Logan’s chest. You let yourself relax, your eyelids feeling a little heavy, your chest rising in falling shallowly. You’re not sure if you’re seeing right though when you see him lean in. His breath is strong with the scent of cigar smoke, but you ignore it the best you can. You’ve been waiting for this since you’ve met him. Both of you slowly close your eyes as his lips press to yours. You immediately go invisible, but that doesn’t mean you’re not physically there. Logan’s hand that was previously on your shoulder moves to cup your other cheek. His hand doesn’t miss your face. Fuck, it’s like he spends so much time looking at you that he has your entire figure mapped out in his head. You wouldn’t be too surprised if he genuinely did. He slightly leans more against you, your head and back pressing against the fabric of the couch. You can feel his legs shift between yours as he attempts to get as close as he can to you. The two of you unwind with each other. Your mouth opens for him, and he kisses you deeper. You breathe into each other, finding a good rhythm that keeps the two of you connected for longer than anticipated. But when you finally pull back, you are panting like a dehydrated dog. Your mouth goes dry as you realize you’ve been invisible since Logan started kissing you. He chuckles softly, his head hanging down in front of you. He catches his breath while attempting to look back up at you. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he leans in near your ear. “I know I can’t see you, doll, but I know you look so damn pretty and wide-eyed right now,” he mutters to you, causing your hands to clasp over your mouth to muffle your gasp.

[bloddysnow]

I’m begging for more sub sylus……

Here's a short one to quench the thirst for now <3

His skin was hot and moist, covered with small drops of sweat that glittered in the light. He was all red, trembling. His eyes closed tightly and lips clenched into a thin line.

Sylus made a loud moan, which echoed around the room. He bent his back, pressing his thighs, as if trying to keep himself from falling. His legs squinted, and he fell to the floor. The convulsive breaths became intermittent, and soon he began to choke, grabbing the air with his mouth. Tears rolled down his cheeks, washing away the sweat.

Sylus began to beg on his knees, his body wriggling with pleasure. He pulled his hands forward, as if trying to grab something invisible, and his words, interspersed with sobs, were filled with a plea for mercy.

The vibrator inside him abused his prostate, leaving him not a second of peace. His hard, reddened cock flowed from the vibrator, erupting drops on the floor. Simultaneous stimulation from front and behind drove him crazy, pushing him to the verge of endurance. His body bent in involuntary convulsions, and he himself could not hold the loud whines bursting out of his chest. Each movement of the vibrator caused a wave of pleasure and pain in him, intertwined into an indissoluble whole, pluding him in madness.

[astrophileous]

HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

[pin-k-ink]

hoshina x exes to lovers angst? 🥺🤲

just for tonight // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ exes to lovers??, hurt/comfort kinda, angst, lots and lots of unsaid feelings, making out, biting/marking, smoking, suggestive content, mentions of past flings

wc ⇢ 2.7k

The stifling tension in the conference room was thick enough to cut with a knife, rivaling even the oppressive summer heat that seeped through the building's supposedly state-of-the-art air conditioning system.

You sat ramrod straight in your high-backed chair, the leather creaking softly with each minute shift of your body. Your fingers, usually steady and sure, drummed an erratic rhythm on the polished mahogany table, betraying the anxiety that churned beneath your carefully composed exterior. The starched collar of your formal uniform felt uncomfortably tight, as if conspiring with the room's atmosphere to suffocate you.

Across the vast expanse of the conference table, separated by a sea of papers and the invisible yet palpable line dividing the First and Third Divisions, sat Hoshina Soshiro. His violet hair was a tad longer now than when you'd last seen him. The ghost of his familiar smirk played at the corners of his lips, a reminder of shared intimacies and bitter partings.

You forced your gaze away, focusing intently on the report before you, though the words blurred and swam on the page. The droning voice of the presenter faded into white noise as you became acutely aware of Hoshina's unwavering stare. It was as if his eyes were physically caressing you, leaving trails of heat in their wake that no amount of professional detachment could cool.

A bead of sweat traced a lazy path down the back of your neck, disappearing beneath the collar of your uniform. You resisted the urge to squirm in your seat, to give any outward sign of the effect his presence was having on you. Instead, you squared your shoulders, lifting your chin in a subtle act of defiance.

"Vice Captain [Y/N]," Hoshina's voice cut through the monotony of the meeting, his kansai dialect as pronounced as ever. "Ya seem... distracted. Perhaps ya'd like to share yer thoughts on the proposed joint trainin' exercise?"

You met his gaze, your own eyes narrowing slightly at the challenge in his tone. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to you expectantly. You could feel the weight of your division's pride resting squarely on your shoulders, demanding you rise to the occasion.

"Of course, Vice Captain Hoshina," you replied, your voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. "I was just considering the logistical challenges such an exercise might present. After all, oil and water don't typically mix well."

A ripple of tension passed through the room at your thinly veiled barb. Hoshina's smirk widened, a predatory gleam entering his eyes that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.

"Oh?" he drawled, leaning forward slightly. "I seem to recall a time when we mixed quite well, [Y/N]-chan."

The use of the familiar honorific, so inappropriate in this setting, caused a flush to creep up your neck. You clenched your jaw, fighting to maintain your composure as memories of tangled sheets and heated whispers threatened to overwhelm you.

The air in the conference room grew heavier with each passing moment, as if the very oxygen was being consumed by the smoldering tension between you and Hoshina. Your colleagues shifted uncomfortably in their seats, eyes darting between the two of you like spectators at a high-stakes tennis match.

"I'm sure we can find a way to... overcome our differences," you said, your voice dripping with false sweetness. Each word was carefully chosen, a verbal minefield designed to maintain professionalism while conveying your utter disdain. "After all, the Third Division's reputation for adaptability is quite... impressive."

Hoshina's eyes glittered dangerously, his smirk widening into something that bordered on predatory. He leaned back in his chair, the picture of relaxed confidence, as if your barbs were nothing more than gentle caresses.

"Ain't that sweet of ya to say, [Y/N]-chan," he drawled, his accent thickening. "I'm touched ya've been keepin' tabs on us. Thought ya might've forgotten all about the Third Division after... well, ya know."

The implication hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You felt heat rise to your cheeks, a mixture of anger and something else you refused to acknowledge. Your fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails biting into your palms.

"Some things are best forgotten, Vice Captain Hoshina," you replied, your tone icy. "Like ill-advised decisions made in moments of weakness."

A collective intake of breath swept through the room. Hoshina's eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that your words had found their mark. But his recovery was swift, his easy smile never faltering.

"Ah, but those moments of weakness can be so... enlightenin', don't ya think?" He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near purr. "I seem to recall ya findin' them quite... educational."

The memory of his hands on your skin, his lips at your throat, flashed unbidden through your mind. You stood abruptly, your chair scraping loudly against the floor. "This is hardly the time or place for such discussions, Vice Captain," you snapped, your composure cracking.

Hoshina rose as well, his movements fluid and unhurried. He circled the table slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "Oh? And when would be a good time, [Y/N]-chan? After hours, perhaps? In private?"

The room seemed to shrink, the distance between you and Hoshina narrowing with each step he took. Your breath came faster, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air crackled with unspoken desires and bitter regrets.

"You're out of line, Hoshina," you hissed, your voice low and dangerous. "This is a professional meeting, not one of your juvenile attempts at-"

"Vice Captain [Y/N]!"

The sharp voice of one of your superiors cut through the tension like a knife. You whirled to face him, suddenly aware of the spectacle you and Hoshina had been making. The man's stern gaze swept over both of you, his disapproval palpable.

"I believe we've strayed from the topic at hand," He said, his tone brooking no argument. "Perhaps we should take a brief recess to... collect ourselves."

As the room began to empty, you caught Hoshina's eye once more. The heat in his gaze made your breath catch, a silent promise - or perhaps a threat - of unfinished business. You turned away quickly, but not before a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine.

This meeting was far from over, and you had a sinking feeling that your encounters with Hoshina were only just beginning.

The nicotine burned your lungs as you inhaled deeply, the acrid smoke a fitting complement to your bitter mood. The Tokyo skyline stretched out before you, a sea of twinkling lights against the darkening sky, but you barely noticed its beauty. Your mind was still trapped in that stifling conference room, replaying every loaded glance and barbed comment.

"Stupid, arrogant, insufferable..." you muttered, flicking ash from your cigarette with more force than necessary. The ember glowed brightly for a moment before being swept away by the cool evening breeze.

"Now, now, [Y/N]-chan," a familiar voice drawled from behind you, causing you to stiffen. "Is that any way to talk about yer colleagues?"

You whirled around, coming face to face with Hoshina. He stood far too close for comfort, his frame blocking out the fading sunlight. The rooftop suddenly felt much smaller.

"What do you want, Hoshina?" you snapped, taking another drag of your cigarette to steady your nerves. "Come to gloat?"

Hoshina's eyes flickered to the cigarette between your fingers, a slight frown marring his usually smug expression. "Thought ya quit," he said softly, a hint of concern in his voice that made your chest tighten uncomfortably.

You scoffed, turning back to the railing. "Yeah, well, a lot's changed since we were together. Not that it's any of your business."

You felt rather than saw him move closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cool evening air. "Maybe not," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "But I still care, ya know."

"Could've fooled me," you retorted, your grip on the railing tightening until your knuckles turned white. "What with how you've been acting all day."

Hoshina chuckled, the sound sending an unwelcome shiver down your spine. "Aw, did I ruffle yer feathers, [Y/N]-chan? And here I thought ya enjoyed our little... exchanges."

You turned to face him, anger flaring in your chest. "Enjoyed? You embarrassed me in front of the brass! Do you have any idea how hard I've worked to earn their respect?"

"I remember," Hoshina said, his voice softening. "Ya always were driven. S'one of the things I loved about ya."

The use of the past tense stung more than you cared to admit. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? We're over. Done. Ancient history."

Hoshina's hand came up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The gentle touch was at odds with the intensity in his eyes. "Are we really, though? 'Cause I gotta say, [Y/N]-chan, it don't feel that way to me."

You jerked away from his touch, your heart pounding traitorously in your chest. "Get it through your thick skull, Hoshina. We are never, ever getting back together."

The world narrowed to a single point of contact as your back collided with the cold, unyielding wall of the empty office. The impact forced the air from your lungs in a soft gasp, quickly swallowed by Hoshina's hungry mouth as he pressed against you. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes, a stark contrast to the chill at your back, igniting a familiar fire in your veins that you'd tried so hard to extinguish.

Hoshina's hands, calloused from years of swordplay, found their way to your hips, gripping with an intensity that bordered on desperation. His fingers dug into your flesh, sure to leave marks - a physical reminder of this moment that would linger long after you both returned to your respective divisions, pretending this never happened. Again.

The kiss was messy, all clashing teeth and battling tongues, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous emotions roiling between you. You could taste the faint bitterness of coffee on his breath, mixed with something uniquely Hoshina that made your head spin. Your fingers tangled in his violet hair, longer now than when you were together, providing the perfect leverage to pull him impossibly closer.

"Ya drive me crazy, ya know that?" Hoshina murmured against your lips, his voice roughened by desire. His words ghosted over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. One of his hands left your hip, trailing a blazing path up your side to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with surprising tenderness.

The gentleness of the gesture, so at odds with the desperate passion of moments before, threatened to unravel you completely. You bit down on his lower lip in response, perhaps harder than necessary, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "Shut up," you growled, not wanting to hear his voice, afraid of what it might make you feel. Afraid of the emotions it might unlock, the ones you'd so carefully locked away after your breakup.

Hoshina pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, were dark and intense, swirling with desire and something deeper, more complicated. A smirk played at the corners of his swollen lips, a challenge in his voice as he spoke. "Make me."

The taunt hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken history and simmering tension. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, as if a dam had broken, you surged forward, capturing his mouth once more in a searing kiss.

The kiss deepened, a complex mixture of frustration, longing, and barely suppressed emotions pouring into every movement. Your hands slipped under Hoshina's shirt, nails raking down his back, eliciting a low groan that vibrated against your mouth. The sound sent a jolt of electricity through your body, awakening nerve endings you'd tried so hard to numb.

Hoshina broke away, his breath coming in short pants as he trailed his lips along your jaw. The slight scratch of his stubble against your sensitive skin sent shivers down your spine. He paused at your ear, his voice a husky whisper that seemed to caress your very soul.

"Why do we keep doin' this to ourselves, [Y/N]?" The question hung in the air, laden with unspoken regrets and lingering desires. His hands, which had been roaming your body with practiced ease, stilled at your waist, thumbs tracing small circles on your hipbones.

You tilted your head, giving him better access to your neck, even as your mind reeled from his words. "Because we're idiots," you gasped, the admission torn from your throat as he found that sensitive spot behind your ear, the one he remembered all too well.

Hoshina chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through your body. "Speak for yourself. I know exactly what I'm doin'." His teeth grazed your earlobe, drawing a soft moan from you that you couldn't suppress.

"Oh yeah?" you challenged, your voice breathy and uneven. "And what's that? Trying to see how many times you can get me into bed before I finally come to my senses?"

He pulled back, meeting your gaze with an intensity that made your heart stutter. There was amusement in his eyes, yes, but beneath it lurked a deeper emotion, one that made your chest ache with its familiarity.

"Ya say ya hate me," Hoshina murmured, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Yet here ya are, in my arms. Again." His voice dropped lower, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his usual cocky demeanor. "Makes a man wonder what the truth really is."

You swallowed hard, fighting against the emotions his words stirred up. The playful teasing in his tone couldn't quite mask the underlying hurt, the knowledge that this moment, like all the others, was fleeting. That soon he'd have to leave, returning to his division, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your resolve once more.

"Soshiro, we can't-" you started, but he silenced you with another searing kiss, pouring all his longing and frustration into the contact.

When he broke away, his voice was rough with need and something that sounded dangerously close to desperation. "Tell me ya don't want this. Tell me ya don't want me."

Your silence hung heavy between you, more telling than any words could have been. Hoshina's eyes searched yours, reading the conflict, the desire, the unspoken feelings that you couldn't bring yourself to voice. A soft, almost sad smile tugged at his lips.

"That's what I thought," he murmured, his hand cupping your cheek with surprising tenderness. "Ya never could lie to me, [Y/N]. Not with yer words, and certainly not with yer body."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. "I know ya, remember? Every inch of ya." His other hand trailed down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I know what makes ya tick, what makes ya fall apart."

Hoshina's kisses trailed along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot on your neck that made you gasp. "I know the sounds ya make when yer tryin' to be quiet," he whispered against your skin. "And the ones ya can't hold back no matter how hard ya try."

His hands worked at your clothes, each touch reverent and familiar. "I know the way yer breath hitches when I touch ya just right," he continued, his voice low and husky. "The way yer back arches, beggin' for more without sayin' a word."

As layers fell away and skin met skin, Hoshina's words became more fragmented, interspersed with soft groans and whispered endearments. "Ya're so beautiful," he breathed, his eyes roaming your form with undisguised awe. "So perfect. I've missed ya so much, [Y/N]. Missed this. Missed us."

With each touch, each kiss, each whispered confession, the walls you'd built around your heart began to crumble. Hoshina's movements were both desperate and tender, as if he was trying to memorize every moment, knowing it might be the last.

"Stay with me," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just for tonight. Let me pretend, just for a little while, that ya're still mine."

As you surrendered to the sensations, to the familiar touch of the man you'd never truly stopped loving, you knew that come morning, you'd have to face the consequences of your actions. But for now, in the darkness of this empty room, you allowed yourself to fall into Hoshina's embrace once more.

[petite-phthora]

They don't even have dental

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 15]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Danny and Ellie are both on their way to Danny’s apartment. Both flying invisibly while in ghost form with Danny holding onto Ellie’s hand to lead the way to his apartment without losing her.

As they’re flying, the silence gets broken by Ellie. She smacks her lips a few times and lets out a thoughtful hum.

“Mmmm… it’s spicy”

“What? What’s spicy?”

“Red Hood”

“Red Hood?”

“Yeah, his blood. It’s got some twang to it… not too bad to be fair, could use some more kick though” Ellie says with a shrug.

At this point, they’ve reached Danny’s apartment. They enter through the wall, both becoming visible and transforming back, landing on the floor.

Danny levels Ellie with an eyebrow raise he learned from Jazz, though hers is still better.

“Right…” He shakes his head, deciding not to ask. He asks her another couple of questions instead.

“So, care to tell me what you’re doing here in Gotham chewing on the local vigilantes? You know to only bite people in self-defense, when they’re assholes, or with consent, so what made you bite Red Hood?

“What are you even doing in Gotham for that matter? I thought the plan was to stay in Mexico for another week before moving onto Peru?”

He looks at her, eyebrow still raised and arms crossed. The look on his face is neither mad nor annoyed, just curious.

“Would you believe me if I told you I just came to give a surprise visit to my darling involuntary DNA donor?” She asks, putting her hands together in a pleading gesture and batting her eyes with a pout.

“… Well, not if you say it like that…” Danny says with a slight frown.

Ellie pouts before shrugging. “Worth a shot.”

She looks at Danny, seeing he’s still leveling her with a look, and lets out a long dramatic sigh. While sighing, she slinks down onto the floor dramatically.

“Fineeeeee” She draws out, lying flat on the floor.

“But, if you’d had a wider vocabulary you’d know I already told you about what I’m doing here!” She says in an accusatory tone, finger pointing at Danny for good measure.

She then crosses her arms and closes her eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t understand me.”

Danny uncrosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“Not everyone has followed Clockworks ‘Cryptic messaging 101’ course.” He says.

“They should, it was really informative.”

Ellie sits upright with another sigh.

“All I’m doing is testing if he’s good enough for you.” She says.

“If who is good enough for me?”

“If that vigilante boyfriend of yours deserves to date my mold. “ She pauses. “My stencil? Framework? Blueprint?” Ellie trails off, finger on her chin.

“Just call me brother, that’s easier” Danny cuts in.

Ellie waves him off, unconcerned.

“Anyway, he needs to prove himself, his worth, and for that, I’m setting up multiple challenges. If he succeeds them all, he’s got my blessings and is free to date you, if both of you so wish.

“But if he fails…” Ellie trails off. She puts her hands together, a feral grin on her face.

Danny doesn’t bat an eye.

“So what, you came back from Mexico earlier than planned to haze the guy I’m dating?”

“Mhmm!” Ellie nods enthusiastically in response, the feral look from before gone as if it was never there.

“And biting him was just another one of these challenges?” He continues.

“Yup! He passed, by the way, flying colors” Ellie says.

“Do I get to know what exactly you scored him on and what you were testing him for at that moment?”

“Do you want to know?”

Danny pauses.

“You know what… Nah, I’m good.”

Ellie nods along, “A wise decision.”

“Well, since your plans were kinda last-minute, do you need a place to stay?” Danny asks.

“I don’t really have a guest bedroom, apartments too small for that, but the couch is very comfy. 8/10 sleeping spot. Some points get docked ‘cause it still smells like the marinara sauce I spilled on there when I first moved in.” He shrugs.

Ellie shakes her head in response. She stands up, dusting off her pants as she does so, as she replies.

“Nah, no need to worry about me. I’ve got it handled, already found a place to crash for the foreseeable future.” She pauses.

“Though I will raid your ice cream stash. As payment.” Ellie says as she turns around and moves towards Danny’s kitchen where she immediately starts rooting through his freezer.

“Payment? For what? Being a feral little shit and biting my boy— I mean my uh, partner-friend?” Danny asks, not really making any move to stop her from taking his food.

Ellie pretends to not have noticed the slip-up.

“No.” She rolls her eyes. “Payment for being an awesome Fright Knight for His Majesty,” She says, giving him a mocking bow while clutching a tub of ice cream to her chest with one arm.

Danny rolls his eyes right back at her.

“I’m not even king yet.” He denies “Just the Crown Prince. Still have to wait till I’m an elder in ghost years before they can force me on the throne, luckily.”

He then raises an eyebrow at her again.

“And I’m pretty sure the position of Fright Knight is not a paid position”

Ellie gasps dramatically.

“Are you saying you don’t pay your workers, My Liege? Blasphemy!” She sticks the spoon she grabbed from his drawer in the air, still clutching the ice cream tub with her other arm.

“Next you’re gonna tell me we don’t have dental” She scoffs.

Danny thinks for a second.

“Well, uh…”

This elicits another dramatic gasp from Ellie.

“No! I can’t believe it! My very own template, a tyrant! The very thing he destroyed to get where he currently is in the first place” She pretends to almost faint, swaying for a few steps with the hand that’s holding the spoon dramatically on her forehead.

She closes her eyes with a fake sorrowful expression on her face.

“Well, you know what they say. You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain.”

She sadly shakes her head.

 “Wait till I tell Sam about your authoritarian leadership,” She says, looking at Danny with narrowed eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you used the word authoritarian wrong, but I don’t know enough about English to dispute you” Danny shrugs.

Ellie sticks out her tongue at him. Danny just rolls his eyes.

“Just take the ice cream as payment then, Fright Ellie? Ellie Knight?” Danny pauses.

“It’s Sir Ellie the Frightful or Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms,” Ellie says helpfully.

“Right.” Danny nods along. “And I’ll ask Clockwork and Frostbite about the dental stuff, alright?”

Ellie cheers and starts floating. She begins stuffing her face with the ice cream. In between bites, she speaks up again.

“If I don’t hear back about dental within a month, I’m gonna assume you’ve gone full-on tyrant and I’ll start a revolution to dethrone you.” She says with a self-assured nod.

“Not like you’ll have to do a lot of effort for your recruiting, most of them already like you more than me anyway,” Danny replies.

Ellie cackles, by now floating upside down with the ice cream. Once she’s done she speaks up again.

“Hah! Heh… Well, anyway, I’ve got some challenges to prepare. See ya, Mr. Polar Bear!”

Danny’s cheeks flush a little.

“You were there?!”

All he gets in response is another round of cackles as Ellie flies full-speed through the wall of his apartment with the ice cream and spoon, turning invisible once outside.

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It’s the next day when Danny unlocks his phone to a message from the private chat group with Red Hood.

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Private chat

~ RedHood changed the name of Danny to Kangaroo ~

RedHood: There, that’s better.

Kangaroo: hey!! 😲

Kangaroo: I’m not the kangaroo here 😠😠

Kangaroo: like, I was the one who said it!!!

Kangaroo: I said it to you 🫵

Kangaroo: so you’re the kangaroo here 😤

Kangaroo: if anything, I’m the polar bear 😌

Kangaroo: cause of like

Kangaroo: y’know

Kangaroo: yesterday? 🙃

Kangaroo: y’know seeing you reading my messages without replying is kinda nerve racking 😅😓

Kangaroo: not gonna lie

Kangaroo: Red Hood?... 😟

~ RedHood changed the name of Kangaroo to PolarBear ~

~ RedHood changed their name to Kangaroo ~

Kangaroo: This better, Mister ‘I’m the polar bear’?

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Danny smiles down at his phone for a second before replying. His cheeks are slightly pink.

He really likes Hood…

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PolarBear: perfect 😊

Kangaroo: Good.

Kangaroo: Now, I actually messaged you because I wanted to discuss the next date :)

Kangaroo: If you’d still like to go.

PolarBear: yes!

PolarBear: of course I still want to go 😊

PolarBear: does this Saturday afternoon work for you?

Kangaroo: Yep, that works.

PolarBear: great!

PolarBear: but!! ☝️

PolarBear: this time I get to plan the date 😤😌

PolarBear: like, the second part of the date

PolarBear: after tp-ing that manor 😁😇

PolarBear: cause you planned the last date

PolarBear: so I wanna plan this one 🙃

PolarBear: if that’s cool with you too?

Kangaroo: That’s fine by me, Love :)

Kangaroo: How about I pick you up around 3pm this Saturday, I’ll bring us to Wayne Manor, and then for the second part of the date I’ll drive us there with you giving me directions.

PolarBear: sounds good to me!

Kangaroo: Great, see you then :)

PolarBear: see ya! 👋

PolarBear: oh!!

PolarBear: also

PolarBear: feel like I should warn you that you might be seeing Ellie some more in the near future 😅

PolarBear: apparently she’s trying to see if you’re gonna ‘treat me right’ and all that 🤔 🤔

PolarBear: and so she has some challenges or something prepared to make you prove your worth???

PolarBear: the biting thing was a part of that apparently 🤷

PolarBear: but you passed that challenge with flying colors btw 😊👍

PolarBear: anyway

PolarBear: good luck! and I’ll see you on Saturday 👋🙃

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Danny turned off his phone with a smile.

Now, let’s plan that date.

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Che’nya Headcanons

When in heat:

- When in heat, Che’nya (like other male cats) will bite down on your neck to keep you steady as he pounds into you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t help but to make sure you stay still while he fucks you.

- His only goal during heat is to mate; so he has a hard time focusing on anything else (like classes and hobbies) because he will be so consumed in the idea of breeding you.

- Due to him not being able to focus on anything else other than you during this time, he will probably stalk you (invisible of course) until you are in a secluded area; and then push you up against the nearest surface and take you right then and there.

- When he’s really getting into it, he’ll put you in a mating press while biting your neck, and drill into you relentlessly- in a trance from how badly his desire to breed you is.

- Unfortunately, during his heat there will be little to no prep before penetration because he has almost no self-control when it comes to his own pleasure and release; but after his heat, he will be very caring and will make sure you’re well taken care of and satisfied to make up for it.

- When he is ready to release, his member will swell up and form a knot- keeping you connected to him until his seed is settled in you. He loves snuggling into the nape of your neck when this happens, enjoying the warmth you give off.

His Body:

- Che’nya for sure has a sleeper build - so his outer appearance won’t look like there’s much muscle mass, but when his clothes are off you can definitely tell that he’s toned.

- His tongue (like other felines) has a sand-paper like texture to it, but it is only slight. Due to this, the sensation of him licking your nipples and sex is amplified - and leaves your skin with a red hue after. He loves to savor your taste, so you’d better be prepared to put up with the sensitivity his tongue is sure to inflict upon you.

- Like most cats, the area around his tail will be sensitive to touch; and he is very conscious of this. When you accidentally graze him there he would blush up and his hair would spike as an involuntary reaction; and he would try to brush it off as if nothing happened. However, if you touched him there on purpose he wouldn’t let you get away with it; pinning you down and showing you what it feels like to be teased like that. It isn’t fair is it?

- Due to his feline features, Che’nya naturally has heightened hearing; meaning he can catch even the smallest noises you make… and he loves it. He likes to hear your little squeaks when he teases you, and especially loves the lewd noises you let out while he’s touches and fucks you.

Extras:

- When Che’nya feels relaxed with you (and in general) he may purr to express his comfort. Whether it’s when you guys are winding down and tired after sex, or just when cuddling, he will start purring. He knows you love it; and it warms his heart when he notices you falling asleep to the feeling of the vibration on your skin.

- He likes everyone knowing that you are his, so to ward off the other beastmen from making advances towards you, he scent marks you. He does this by nuzzling up to you and rubbing his scent glands (behind his ears, his eyebrows, neck, etc.) on your skin - subtly marking you in the process. You think it’s just him being cute and playful; but in reality it’s him telling other beastmen to fuck off.

This is my first headcanon post so I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think, or if you have any requests for a character or scenario you want to see next!

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 1

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

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Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex. Blood. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader.

Your forehead touched the ground, your entire body bent to bow as low as possible as the honored guest of the festival passed by. You didn’t dare look up at him. You’d heard stories of villagers being instantly beheaded by invisible blades for such an offense. 

Even when he was gone, climbing up the steps to the shrine your people had built for him several years ago, you kept your head pressed to the ground. There you and all the other villagers remained until someone announced that Lord Sukuna, your village’s living deity, had gone inside the shrine. 

Every year your village held a festival in Lord Sukuna’s honor. It was a week long affair, and each night generous offerings were left at the shrine’s doors for him to partake of. Sumptuous fruits, tender cooked meats, fragrant oils, delicate trinkets made of precious metals, sake of various types, and of course, beautiful women. 

Lord Sukuna remained inside the shrine for the entire seven days and nights, then left until the next year, when the process began again. The women offered to him were never seen again. 

On the fifth day, you were helping your mother prepare a basket of fruit for an offering. There were juicy pomegranates, glossy apples, and ripe peaches. They smelled heavenly, and you smiled as you arranged them to look as beautiful as possible. 

A sudden voice at the entrance to your home caught your attention, a man speaking to your father. “Please try to stay calm,” the man was saying, “but your daughter has been selected to be tonight’s offering.”

Your mother wailed beside you, clutching you in her arms as if she could keep you from being taken. Your father turned to look at you with an anguished expression. You yourself simply felt numb. A part of you knew this could happen. You were of age, unmarried, and had been told you were pleasing to look at. It was only a matter of time, really. 

So you stood in your home, your sobbing mother still holding you, as three shrine maidens walked in. They were quiet, older women dressed in white robes with downcast faces. They bowed to your parents, as if thanking them for their involuntary sacrifice, then took you by the hands. One of them helped your father pry your mother’s arms away from you as the other two led you outside. You didn’t even have time to say goodbye to your parents. 

You went with the shrine maidens willingly. To struggle or resist would mean death for you and your family, and then another girl would be in your place, being pulled out of her home while her parents cried. It would happen to someone regardless tomorrow night, but at least this would spare one family the misery. 

The shrine maidens took you to a small temple that sat at the base of Sukuna’s shrine. There they removed your simple garments and had you step into a large, warm bath. Floating in the water were near countless cherry blossoms, giving the entire room a sweet fragrance. You looked at the pretty pink flowers and, upon realizing this was the last time you would see them, began to cry. 

One of the women came closer and rubbed your shoulder in a comforting manner. You looked up at her in surprise. The shrine maidens were normally quite stoic, keeping to themselves, maintaining Sukuna’s shrine between festivals, and helping to prepare offerings and see to the Lord’s needs while he was there. From your understanding, they were the only people besides the village elders who were allowed to have any contact with Lord Sukuna at all. 

“Try to keep your head down,” the shrine maiden whispered, “and don’t look at Lord Sukuna until he tells you to. In fact, don’t do anything until he tells you to. Try to please him in whatever way he asks.”

You wiped your tears with your hands and looked at her sadly. “Does it even matter? Has any woman pleased him enough to survive?”

The shrine maiden’s grip on your shoulder became slightly more firm. “It does matter! If you please him, he might give you a quick death. We’ve been forced to clean up the remains of many women who displeased him. Believe me, you don’t want to be among their number. There are far worse fates than being beheaded.”

You shivered at her warning, but decided on the spot to follow her advice. Although the shrine maidens had remained silent about what happened to the other offered women, only confirming their deaths, rumors had drifted among the village for years. Stories of women being skinned alive, having their eyes ripped out of their sockets, having every bone in their bodies broken and their mangled limbs twisted into nightmarish shapes. You’d always hoped they were merely stories made up by the more morbidly curious villagers. 

You composed yourself and then asked the older woman a question. “What is he like?”

The woman glanced back at the other shrine maidens who were preparing a garment for you to wear, then said in a low voice, “Lord Sukuna is cruel. He has no mercy for anyone. He is a monster.”

You felt your heart sink. You would be taken by this man tonight, and you’d never even laid eyes upon him. 

When the bath was finished, you stepped out and were dried off by the women. They then dressed you in an extremely thin white robe. It was so thin that you were certain anyone could see right through it, making you feel embarrassed at the thought of walking into the shrine this way. Then you reminded yourself that he would probably rip it from your body anyway. 

They lightly painted your face and combed out your hair, leaving it unadorned. Then they opened the doors and motioned for you to follow. 

As you climbed the steps to the shrine, the shrine maiden who had spoken to you before gave you instructions. 

“When you enter, keep your eyes down toward the floor. Lord Sukuna will be seated on a dais before you, but you must not look up at him until you are given permission. Once you reach the dais, bow down as low as possible and remain that way until commanded otherwise.”

Your heart was pounding as you neared the end of the stone steps, and the end of your life. You stopped in front of the doors and took several deep breaths to try and steady yourself, then you lowered your gaze to the space in front of your bare feet as the women opened the shrine. 

You could feel his eyes upon you from the moment you stepped inside. The shrine maidens did not accompany you, and closed the doors behind you, leaving you to your fate. You slowly walked forward, keeping your eyes down, feeling a terrifying sense of pressure emanating from the dais that was supposed to be in front of you. 

The walk toward the dais was nerve wracking. You didn’t know how close or far it was, and you felt naked in the sheer robe, your cheeks no doubt burning red at the thought of this man staring at you. 

When you saw the edge of the dais come into view, you stopped and immediately knelt down, pressing your face to the floor as you always did with the other villagers every year. Then you waited. 

For several minutes, you heard nothing. No breathing, no movement. Then a smooth, deep voice said, “You may look up now.”

You shuddered, then worked up the courage to raise your head slightly while maintaining a posture of submission. When you did, your vision was suddenly full of the man your village worshipped, the dreaded monster called Sukuna. 

He was a man, not a beast, and you were shocked by how handsome he was. He sat not on his chair but across it, one leg drawn up at his side and the other hanging down, in a surprisingly casual pose. He wore white robes, the front open to his waist to reveal a muscular torso that drew your eye. 

His face was lined with strange tattoos, and in his eyes there was an intensity that nearly took your breath away. You remained perfectly still even as your heart thundered in your chest. You didn’t know what was happening, why you suddenly felt drawn to this man. You could feel the danger, you had the sense that he would rip you to shreds without a second thought, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Something about the terror he provoked also excited you. With a spike of alarm, you realized you wanted to touch him. 

When he spoke again, his voice had a silky texture that made you feel weak. 

“There are three types of women who end up here,” he began, looking down at you as if you were an insect he was about to stomp on. “There are those foolish enough to think they can seduce me. They feign love, and I let them live in their delusions, right up until I take them to my bed. The delusions shatter pretty quickly then.”

His lips curved up into a fiendish smirk, and you were left wondering what terrible things he did to those women in his bed. 

“Then there are the pathetic ones who cry and beg for mercy from the start” he went on. “Unfortunately this is the most common type. I have my way with them and then utterly destroy them. It’s what they deserve for boring me.”

Were these the women who displeased him? The ones who received the most brutal deaths? The cruelty of it stunned you, that the weakest and most frightened women were given the most horrific fates. 

“The last type is my favorite,” he said with a haunting grin, “the ones who fight and scream and claw. These provide me with the most amusement, but sadly are the most rare. It’s hilarious, you see, to watch them slowly realize they never had a chance in the first place. I enjoy breaking their bodies and their spirits. And to reward them for the entertainment, I have them on my plate after having them in my bed.”

Your eyes widened as his words sank in. Plate? Meaning he ate them? He kept grinning, perhaps guessing what you were thinking. You felt a wave of nausea hit your stomach, but you kept your breakfast from coming back up through sheer force of will. 

“I wonder what type you are,” he said, his red eyes boring into you, his unusually sharp teeth bared in his smile. “Try not to disappoint me.”

He stood up then, and his height was imposing, even more so because you were still kneeling on the floor. 

You kept your expression blank, but your mind was racing. What type were you? None of the three he described matched how you felt. You had initially resigned yourself to your fate, and had planned to simply be quiet and obedient until he tired of you and killed you. But now that you were in his overwhelming presence, you couldn’t suppress the thrill you felt, the animal-like attraction to this brutal yet beautiful man. 

The rational part of your brain was filled with terror and dread. Lord Sukuna was going to do indescribably awful things to you this night, then murder you and discard you as if you were nothing. But a bizarre little piece of your brain, one you’d never realized was there before now, was growing more excited by the moment. 

“Stand,” he commanded, and you hurriedly got to your feet. You felt your face burning again when his eyes roamed over your barely concealed body. He turned and walked toward the back of the shrine, looking over his shoulder at you to say, “Follow.”  

You obeyed, walking after him, careful to remain several steps behind. You soon came to a room marked off by sheer curtains, which Lord Sukuna pulled back to reveal the most lavish, ornate bed you had ever seen. Unlike the thin futon you were used to, this bed was thick and elevated off the floor. There were silk pillows and a satin-lined blanket, and the fabrics had apparently been perfumed, as they carried a heady, floral scent. 

When Sukuna reached the bed, he stood beside it and turned to face you. “Remove your robe,” he said in his rich voice. 

You nearly buckled right then and there. The fear and shame were mixing with arousal, and you thought you might collapse. With shaking fingers, you untied the thin sash around your waist. Then, with Sukuna watching intently, you opened the robe and slipped it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. 

You’d never been bare in front of a man before, and it felt as if your skin burned wherever his gaze fell as his eyes moved up and down your form. 

He stepped closer and looked down at you, into your eyes. Did he see the turmoil inside you? The raging war between horror and lust? 

His hands fell upon your trembling shoulders, and his touch felt electric. Finally, his hands on your skin! But then he jerked your body around so that you faced away from him, and those hands roughly explored your exposed flesh. One of them squeezed your right breast while the other moved down to grope between your legs. You gasped at the sensations, at being touched in this way for the first time, at the realization that you didn’t hate it even though his touch was harsh. 

One of his fingers slipped into your folds, and  your breath hitched in your throat as he grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. You felt him pause, both hands going still, and then he suddenly turned you back around to face him. He seemed to study your face for a moment, and then a smirk spread across his features. 

All at once you were thrown onto the bed, your little cry of surprise ignored as Lord Sukuna slowly climbed on top of you. His hands were upon you again, grabbing and kneading the soft, plush areas of your body, his grip strong and bruising. He moved down, then pushed your knees up toward your chest, opening your thighs obscenely wide apart. 

There was a strange look in his eyes as he gazed down at your most private place, and again that smirk. He bent down, his face getting so close to your body that you could feel his breath. You couldn’t help blushing at the closeness, and then you felt something warm and wet glide up your slit. When you looked down, his tongue was extended from his mouth, a string of clear fluid attaching it to your body. 

A shudder rippled through you as he dove back in, this time pressing his tongue in between the folds of flesh to lick your swollen and sensitive clit. “Ah… ahh!” The small quick moans escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you felt a stab of fear when Sukuna looked up at your face. You were told not to do anything without his permission, so you had refrained from speaking. You didn’t want to displease him in any way, so you were trying to be completely silent. But when his tongue returned to your clit, circling it and then pressing into the top corner, even more moans came out. 

Lord Sukuna continued until your body stiffened, your hands gripping the silken sheets as pleasure shot through you and one last, long moan broke free. He pulled away from you and looked down, watching you pant as you started to drop your tired legs back down. He grabbed them before they could straighten and touch the bed, pressing your knees back up. 

You looked at him just as he opened his own robe, revealing the same pattern of black tattoos all over his body. It was a strangely alluring sight, but your eyes were quickly drawn to the very large and imposing organ between his legs. It stood stiff and ready, and you knew what was about to happen. 

Sukuna looked you in the eyes as he shoved himself inside you, so deep and so hard that you could only describe the motion as violent. He didn’t give you even a moment to adjust before he was thrusting viciously into you. It hurt, and even as naive as you were, you understood that he wanted it to hurt. He was clearly being as rough as he possibly could without literally tearing you apart, and tears stung your eyes as you bit back a scream, using one hand to cover your own mouth. 

Sukuna pulled your hand away from your face, then leaned down close and spoke into your ear, a whisper that that sent shivers through you despite the pain you were in, “Cry for me. I’ll allow it. Let me hear your voice.”

Hearing that, you let out a cry of pain before beginning to sob. You looked up him with wet eyes and found him grinning, enjoying your suffering. He truly was a monstrous man. His motions only became rougher, his hands gripping your thighs so hard you thought he might crush them. 

“Please… L-lord Sukuna…” you managed to cry out.

“Please what?” Again, that voice in your ear, that self-satisfied smile while watching you cry. 

“I-I don’t… I don’t know…” You didn’t know what you wanted. Did you want him to stop? You wanted the pain to end, but you didn’t want him to climb off you. 

“Really? Then I won’t let up.”

Unbelievably, he was thrusting even harder, even deeper. When you could no longer bear it, your hands that had been clenched at your sides flew up to wrap around his neck. He would probably kill you for touching him without permission, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Clutching him in your arms somehow made the agony between your legs subside just a little. 

If he was angered by your touch, he didn’t show it. Instead, he laughed as if he were amused by your desperation. 

Finally, when you were nearly at the limit of what you could withstand, you felt Sukuna’s cock twitch, his body go tense, and then  warm, sticky fluid shoot inside you. Your arms slipped down from his neck as he pulled out of you and let your sore legs fall to the bed. Somewhere in your dazed mind you knew this was the end. He’d had his fun with you and now he would kill you, just like all the others. You saw him stand up from the bed and wrap his robe around himself, but before he could even turn around, you passed out. 

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Sukuna looked down at the offering, feeling slightly annoyed that she had given out so quickly. She had held out better than most, however. 

Despite what he’d told her earlier, over half the women offered to him never even made it to his bed. They were crying too loudly or shoving their fake affection in his face or even having the gall to try to attack him. They ended up as chunks of meat in front of the dais. 

But this girl had been frustratingly blank and silent. He’d considered beheading her, but on a whim had decided to force a reaction out of her, thinking she could provide some entertainment. The reaction he got was not what he’d expected. 

Sukuna was fully capable of making a woman become aroused, but it was always after applying plenty of stimulation to certain areas, not because he wanted to pleasure them, but because fucking them felt better for him when they were wet. This girl, however, was practically dripping from the moment he first touched her. And when he’d looked at her face, he’d seen reddened cheeks and lusty, glazed eyes. He also saw fear, and that mixture was too delicious to waste. 

Those sounds she’d made, from the little hitching breaths to the soft moans she’d struggled to hold back, to the screams and cries of pain, had all been irresistible. He wanted to hear more of them. 

He stood looming over the bed, watching the growing red stain beneath her naked, still open thighs, and wondered what he should do with her. He could kill her right then and there as she slept, but that would be boring. Much better to listen to her sweet death cries. 

He reached up and absently touched the back of his neck. He could still feel her weak arms clinging to him. He stared down at the bruised and bleeding girl in his bed, at her sleeping tear-streaked face, and came to a decision. 

He summoned one of the shrine maidens, who entered the room with her eyes on the floor. She pointedly avoided looking toward the bed, probably afraid of what she would see. 

“Inform the village I won’t be needing a woman tomorrow night,” Sukuna told her. “I’m not finished with this one yet.”

The shrine maiden’s face lifted very slightly, the shock so much that she nearly forgot her manners. She quickly bowed again and said, “Yes, Lord Sukuna,” before hurrying out of the room. 

He sat down on the bed, then sighed before pulling a thin silken sheet up and draping it over the offering’s body. 

“Sleep while you can,” he murmured, a wicked grin returning to his face. “Tomorrow you’ll be entertaining me again.”

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List of Invade Options

SMITH-SHIMANO CORPRO

DUSK WING I: Neurospike

Shrike Code: Take 2 heat when attacking (until the end of their next turn) Mirage: Treats character you choose as invisible (until the end of their next turn)

MOURNING CLOAK II: Hunter Logic Suite

Stalk Prey: Treats you as invisible (until you take damage from them, one target at a time) Terrify: Impaired and can't voluntary move closer to you (until the end of their next turn)

HORUS

GOBLIN I: H0R_OS System Upgrade I

Puppet System: Moves maximum speed in a direction of your choice (provokes reactions and engagement as normal, involuntary but doesn’t count as knockback, pushing, or pulling) Eject Power Cores: Jammed (until the end of their next turn, 1/scene per character) adjacent characters take 2 energy damage

GOBLIN III: H0R_OS System Upgrade III

Dimensional Emblems: Create three constructs surrounding the target, passing through a construct deals 2 heat (They last until they are passed through, the scene's end, you take this action again, are deleted as a free action, or an adjacent character destroys them with a quick action systems check) Celestial Shackles: Mark a space the target currently occupies. As a free action during your turn, if they no longer occupy the space, you can teleport them back, or as close as possible (lasts until used, the scene's end, or fixed with quick action systems check)

MANTICORE I: Beckoner

Beckon: You take 1d6+2 AP energy damage and swap places with your target (target must be a mech of the same size or larger, or this action fails. Characters can only be swapped to spaces they could normally stand or move on) Summon: All characters within range 3 of your target are pulled adjacent to them, or as close as possible.

MANTICORE II: Smite

Smite: You take 1d6 AP energy damage, target must pass a systems save or become stunned (until the end of their next turn, 1/scene per character) Sear: You take 1d6 AP energy damage, deals 2 heat (6 max) for each other character of at least size 1 that is adjacent to them

MINOTAUR I: Viral Logic Suite

Logic Bomb: Characters of your choice within burst 2 of the target must pass a systems save or become slowed (until they end a turn not adjacent to any character) Banish: Take 2 heat (6 max) for every space they voluntarily move (until the end of their next turn)

MINOTAUR II: Metafold Carver

Ophidian Trek: Teleported 1d6+1 spaces directly toward you, or as close as possible (If this effect would move them to a space otherwise occupied the teleport fails) Fold Space: Disappears from the battlefield (until the start of their next turn) They return to the same space, or a space as close as possible of their choice

GERYON III: Ashes to Ashes

Sunrise: Automatically fails all checks to clear Burn and cannot have Resistance or Immunity to Burn (fixed with quick action systems check) Sunset: Clears all Burn, and takes Heat equal to the amount of Burn cleared

KOBOLD III: Purifying Code (A character can only be affected by one Purifying Code option at a time and are aware of their effects)

Flaw_Plus: At the end of their next turn, if they "are not" adjacent to another character or piece of terrain of Size 1+, the virus catalyzes and they take 1d6+2 AP explosive damage. (Once catalyzed, the effect ends) Flaw_Minus: At the end of their next turn, if they "are" adjacent to another character or piece of terrain of Size 1+, the virus catalyzes and they take 1d6+2 AP explosive damage. (Once catalyzed, the effect ends)

KOBOLD III: Immolate

Eject Slag: Burst 2 area around them, not affecting the space they occupy, becomes difficult terrain. Anyone starting a turn in the affected area or entering it for the first time, take 2 Heat and 1 Burn, unless they pass an engineering save (lasts until the end of your next turn) Molten Puncture: Take 2 Burn (6 max) for every space they voluntarily move (until the end of their next turn)

HARRISON ARMORY

TUKHACHEVSKY III: Maskirovka Suite

Iron Curtain: For line of sight, treat all terrains and objects as being height 10 (until the end of their next turn) Perestroika: Cannot benefit from soft or hard cover, and cannot become hidden or invisible (until the end of the round)

GENERAL MASSIVE SYSTEMS

CHOMOLUNGMA: Advanced Intrusion Package

Balance Control Lockout: Push target 2 spaces in any direction, knocked Prone, if already Prone, become Immobilized (until the end of their next turn, this immobilize works 1/scene per character) System Crusher: Take 2 heat, if this Invade exceeds their Heat Cap, take 4 burn as well (1/scene per character)

Others

Fragment Signal: Impaired and slowed (until the end of their next turn)

Hacker II:

Jam Cockpit: Jams the target's cockpit (fixed with full action engineering check) Disable Life Support: +1 difficulty on all saves (fixed with quick action systems check) Hack./Slash: Target can't benefit from or take tech actions (fixed with quick action systems check, or a Shut Down)

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back to shibuya

snippets of your life with kento after you both miraculously survived shibuya. pairing: nanami x f!reader content: angst and somehow comfort? a/n: second nanami fic and i can't just drop the angst! but i think this one's more calmer than the last one. hope you guys enjoy! loved seeing your comments <3

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Nanami woke up in the middle of the night, exalted, with a cold sweat running down his body and a terrible disastrous feeling that something horrible had happened. His head did not rest as his arms moved to the left side of the bed… empty. Cold.

For a moment he felt an invisible force steal the breath from his lungs, an uncontainable pressure planted itself in his chest and his erratic breathing only worsened.

In the midst of his shock, he took his gaze around the room.

Dark. Too dark.

Nanami Kento kept having nightmares ever since the Shibuya incident. Waking up after each one was worse when you weren't next to him in bed and it was too hard for him, in the midst of the panic that was gnawing at him, to remember that he had gone to bed the night before with you next to him. Fear clouded his mind and his judgment and without a second thought he found himself crawling out of bed, across the room, the whimpers of your name piercing the silence of the huge house.

“y/n! love…” he almost pleaded.

His feet carried him into the hallway, and from the hallway to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the guest room and from that room to the living room, from the living room to the kitchen where he could barely register the glow of the light on and your figure sprawled on the island chair, sound asleep.

Nanami stood on his feet in the kitchen doorway, his fingers twitching in involuntary spasms. Trying to catch his breath, memories came back to him bit by bit.

That day, when Kento had come in from a heavy day at the office, because he had left the sorcerer world as soon as it was all over in Shibuya, and you were waiting for him at home with one of his favorite dishes. The warmth of the lovingly made food in his mouth, the savoring of your lips on his when he dragged you to bed and didn't let you escape, even though you wanted to watch the new episode of the series you watched together. The tranquility and peace it brought him to have your body curled up with his, between the sheets, with no other care in the world but to have you by his side.

Perhaps he had even sensed when you moved in his arms to get out of bed and from that moment on he had surely begun his nightmare.

Nanami moved towards your figure, his crystallized eyes roaming over your body, his steps light and cautious as if he feared that at any moment you would disappear right in front of his eyes.

With all the good memories also came the bad ones, and his hands clutched at his sides at the spasm of pain that shot through his chest. He would probably never forget the heartbreaking way your lips said his name, repeatedly asking for forgiveness, thinking you would not make it. Inside Shoko's infirmary, holding his hand when by sheer luck he had escaped Mahito's hands with Itadori. But you didn't need to know that, not at that moment, not when Nanami felt you were slipping out of his grip when he had you right in front of him.

Your closed eyes in that awkward posture also brought back those bad memories for him.

“y/n…” Kento stepped closer, reaching up with trembling hands to grab you by the shoulders. He barely brushed against you and his hands contracted. His breathing hadn't calmed at any point, he had simply been fighting back tears. You were there at that moment, fine, alive, he could see the way your body moved slightly as you took in air and expelled it.

You were fine.

So why couldn't he calm down?

Kento watched your profile, deciding not to disturb your sleep, especially since he knew how much it would worry you to see him with that broken expression, with those tears he wasn't being able to hold back.

He dropped down in front of you, his knees touching the cold wood of the floor. His brow furrowed, expression contracted, lips pursed trying not to make even the slightest noise. Tears running down his cheeks, his hands holding his face because he couldn't believe that he still had so much stress and so much fear when too much time had already passed, when Shoko had already saved you, when your recovery was already over. When you were already so well that you had agreed to leave the country to live with him anywhere else in the world.

He didn't know why he was still so full of that anguish when everything was fine. That sometimes made him think that maybe it wasn't true; that he had been imagining that whole journey, that really neither of you had made it past that day and now… and now…

Kento's emotions were too strong and no matter how hard he tried to contain them, it was physically impossible.

When you woke up, you barely registered the yellow light and the view of the kitchen and living room when you heard it. Him.

Your back and neck ached from how fast you moved, frantically looking everywhere until you stood up and your feet bumped into something.

Kento. Huddled in front of you as if he wanted to make himself tiny enough to disappear. His little sobs pierced your soul. Hands covering his face and moving through his hair in an almost desperate gesture.

“kento…” you murmured, trying to get his attention, but that only made his sobs increase. “kento, it's okay. You're okay. We're okay.”

You knelt down in front of him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, feeling something inside him unwind and his arms move extremely quickly to wrap around you just the same. You didn't know what had been going through his head, but from the way he whimpered into the crook of your neck, bringing tears to your own eyes, you knew it was nothing good.

Like every time he had a nightmare, Kento could only go back to Shibuya. It was something that would probably take him years to heal.

“i love you, kento. we're fine.”

[lm-tomatito]

What if... what if... what if espio and Silver take pictures in a photo booth

And something causes espio to turn invisible for the last photo

I headcanon he has some self image issues so maybe taking pics is just not something he'd like, which might be a bit of a problem since I think Silver would like and appreciate photos a lot. I'm guessing Espio would try his best to make him happy but at this point turning invisible everytime he knows a camera is pointed at him is just an involuntary reaction, which Silver still understands ofc. With time he might get better at it though, and in the meantime, Silver would try to sneakily take pics of him (as much as he can be sneaky when the other is a ninja detective lol)

Fixed a little mistake that was bothering me haha :')

[hypnoneghoul]

Feel Your Body Snap

WC: 1,6k

Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Transmasculine Dewdrop, Vaginal Sex, Piss, Overstimulation, Degradation, Sex Toys, Fluff

Rain fulfills his promise of fucking every single drop he can get out of his mate.

Notes: Commissioned by @revengeghoulette, part two to Feel Your Body Quake, but can be read as a separate fic. Tags for @ghoultrifle and @everybodyshusband because you were interested in it a while back heh

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop is trembling with aftershocks and overstimulation, tears pricking in his eyes as Rain keeps holding him upright, his cock slowly softening inside him. 

“Rain, I fucking pissed myself,” the fire ghoul cries out. “And you, I pissed on your fucking dick, how is–”

“Nuh-uh,” his mate cuts him off, “I don't care. It was so fucking hot and I'll make you do that again. I'll make you wet yourself and me until I won't be able to squeeze more out of you, baby.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…oh.” Dewdrop can’t see him, but he doesn’t need to to know there’s a borderline cruel smirk growing on Rain’s face at that. “C’mere.”

The water ghoul pulls out and turns the smaller around in his arms. Dewdrop can’t help but chirp happily at the sudden softness to his touch, something so radically different to how he handled him mere seconds earlier. Rain finally unbuckles the leather strap of the cape that got them into their current predicament and rips it off of him to throw it across the room.

“All mine,” he mutters as he presses a kiss in the corner of Dewdrop’s mouth. The fire ghoul trills and affectionately nuzzles his cheek against the other’s. “What about a little break before I fulfill my promise, hm, droplet?”

“Mhm,” Dewdrop hums in agreement as he wraps his sore arms around Rain’s middle. The water ghoul smiles in the softest manner at his cuddly little mate.

They spend a while like this; Dewdrop curled up in Rain’s lap, playing with the small bit of hair on his chest as the other trails invisible shapes on his bare back. It’s quiet and peaceful.

Until the fire ghoul deems the break long enough and decides to rile Rain back up with an unexpected bite to his nipple.

“Ow, you menace!” he pulls away and looks down to see Dewdrop grinning. He scoffs, “I’ll get you back for this.”

The other’s smile only gets wider. Of course, that is exactly what he’s hoping for.

The look in Rain’s eyes hardens in real time and sends a shudder down Dewdrop’s spine. Oh, how he adores him and his ability to give his mate absolutely everything and anything he may need or want.

Right now it’s a strong hand determined to make them both wet.

“Grab the headboard,” the water ghoul orders, all but pushing him out of his lap. Dewdrop goes to follow the command silently, albeit not without wiggling his little ass right in Rain’s face for good measure. Never enough teasing for that one.

The water ghoul seems to disagree, springing into action and leaning over the smaller ghoul with a growl, “Behave or I’ll make it hurt.”

Dewdrop is nothing if not a pain slut and he’s about to prove as much when Rain seems to realize the same thing. “No, that wouldn’t be much of a punishment for you, would it? Of course not. I can always just…leave you here, you know?”

The fire ghoul lets out an involuntary mewl at that. Rain chuckles.

“I won’t, baby,” he reassures, “if you behave.”

Dewdrop nods—his cheeks burning again—and drops his head as readjusts his hold on the headboard. He arches his back and hooks his tail high over his hip, but this time it’s not to tease; it’s him presenting himself to his mate. An act of submission if Rain’s ever seen one.

And he’s seen a lot by the very same ghoul.

He hums in approval and Dewdrop feels the sticky tip of his cock—rock hard again—rub between his folds. He aligns himself with his hole and leans over him once again to rumble right into his ear, “Hold tight.” 

Even as horny as he is, the fire ghoul knows a warning when he hears one. He digs his claws into the wood, adding that much more indents to the collection they spent years working on. It’s a piece of art by now, really; like a night sky littered with stars.

Without further ado, Rain mounts him and buries himself inside with so much force it makes the entire bed rattle and Dewdrop moans in a way that sounds like he’s in true agony. His mate knows better.

“Such a little slut,” he breathes, “you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

The fire ghoul whimpers in confirmation, but Rain doesn’t need one. He’s talking for the sake of talking, wanting nothing more than to turn his mate into a putty in his hands. Something at which he’s a certified professional.

“Yeah, you would,” Rain chuckles without ceasing his brutal thrusts for even a second, “you’d let me absolutely defile you and show everyone how much of a whore you are. Just. For. Me.”

Dewdrop’s eyes well up with tears once again.

“So perfect for me.” Rain wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t throw some praise into all the filth spilling from his lips. That, and he doesn’t want to really hurt his mate; Dewdrop needs balance. “You’re nasty but you’re mine and, fuck, I love you so much, baby.”

The fire ghoul starts crying and Rain does not stop talking.

“You’d let me do it all because you love me so much, too, don’t you, droplet?” He nods frantically and Rain’s heart warms at his devotion. “I know, I know you do, baby. So perfect for me.”

The water ghoul presses his chapped lips to the bump of the top of Dewdrop’s spine and slows his thrusts. Just for a moment, to really show the fire ghoul he means it, that it’s not a trap.

“Wait a second,” Rain mutters when the moment is over—so much softer now—and pulls out and away from him; Dewdrop can’t help but whine pathetically at the sudden loss of contact. He doesn’t have it in himself to lift his head to see why the water ghoul rid him of it, but he can hear a drawer being opened and shut after a moment. It can’t mean anything good, but Dewdrop’s too cockdrunk to worry about it. All he needs is his mate back on and in him.

He gets it, but despite Rain’s voice and words going soft, he’s nothing but cruel when he gets like this and there’s still a promise to be fulfilled. He slides back inside the fire ghoul’s sopping wet cunt and Dewdrop sighs in both pleasure and relief.

The latter is short-lived as Rain wraps a hand around him and presses a vibrator to his clit.

Dewdrop screams, cunt clenching around his mate’s cock as he picks up his thrusts again. All the stimulation is a true assault and more of the fire ghoul’s tears fall as he shakes under Rain.

“I can’t, ‘s too much, Rainy, please–” he babbles, borderline delirious. Rain grins against the back of his neck as he continues his vicious thrusting, bruising and marking Dewdrop on the inside. “Please, please, please.”

“What are you even begging for?” the other laughs. “Are you so greedy or did you bite off more than you can chew?”

The fire ghoul shakes his head making his sweaty hair around as he continues on with his mantra of Rainy, please.

It’s addicting to the ghoul in question.

He grinds his cock deep inside Dewdrop’s cunt and rubs the vibrating toy against his own little dick with pressure that has no right feeling good and the noise that it rips out of his mate only confirms it. 

Rain is way too pleased with himself as he pulls back until only the very tip of his cock is nestled inside the fire ghoul’s cunt before ramming himself back inside. He withdraws the toy for just a moment, wanting to make their fun time last at least a little bit longer.

Alas, Dewdrop is already way past oversensitivity.

“R–Rainy, fuck, I–I'm gonna–” he sputters, his eyes squeezed shut as he still holds on to the headboard for dear life. Rain scrapes his fangs against his shoulder and brings the vibrator back to his clit, turning its intensity up to the highest level.

“Do it, droplet, come on,” the water ghoul encourages as he slams into his mate, the toy making his whole arm vibrate now. “Soak me, baby.”

Dewdrop wails as he comes, his entire body tensing as slick gushes around Rain’s cock, followed by a stream of hot piss when his muscles go lax. He cries and pants and moans as his mate lets out a wrecked noise as his own orgasms crashes into him and there’s no brain left in either of them by the time they come down from their respective highs.

Rain’s arms finally give out and he flops down, crushing his small mate under him. He knows he won’t mind some grounding pressure, though, and Dewdrop, indeed, does start purring. Right away.

The water ghoul stays on top of and inside him for as long as possible, until his spent cock inevitably slips out of his mate’s wet, abused hole.

Dewdrop grumbles at that—always a slut for being filled to the brim.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby,” Rain coos, albeit with a hint of humor in his voice. Sleepy, fucked out Dewdrop can be a little bitch, but at the same time he’s the most adorable creature in his mate’s eyes. “Nap or bath?”

The fire ghoul doesn’t reply—at least not verbally—but he starts to wiggle under Rain in a rather pathetic attempt to turn over. Rain snorts out a laugh and lifts himself just enough to let him do so.

Once on his back, Dewdrop yawns (much like a sleepy kitten, if you ask Rain) and opens his arms for the water ghoul to fall back into. He obliges—effectively squishing his mate—and nuzzles his face under his chin with a purr of his own.

“Nap it is,” he sighs. Dewdrop is already asleep.

[phoneycam]

(brainrot 5(?))))

Soulmates experience the same nervous or involuntary tics at the same time.

It all starts as an innocent inside joke from the 212 troopers. How their high officer where the best and one of the key proves of it was how in tune they are with eachother. That thought slowly evolved with every interaction they were able to witness until it turned into a kind of game, trying to understand just how deep the synchrony went. Space bingo if you will.

1.

Ever since he decided to have a beard, he touches it. at first it was because of the new sensation, later to show it of as one should do, then to display knowledge in hopes to seem more wise and finally evolving in his "in deep thoughts" pose.

It was on the early battles when it first happened. The clones weren't comfortable enough yet to being openly without their buckets and so, the moment both officers moved to rest their chin on their hand, Cody hit his helmet causing him to make an aborted movement pretending that he was trying to adjust it when the general turns to look at him. There is a pregnant pause around the holotable before Obi-Wan turns back to the holotable and the commander has to survive the rest of the meeting with the constant snickers from his brothers inside his helmet.

2.

In times of high stress situations he tends to scratch the back of his head, particularly the place where his padawan braid was, an unconscious tick he picked first from his time in Melidaan. He got to overcome it over the years when he came back to the temple, only to pick it back up after Qui-Gon died and he became a knight.

The first time the troopers note it is in Christophsis. Anakin is being he's usual reckless self causing Obi-Wan the go grey early with his invisible ship against a hole separatist fleet, and he doesn't even realize he's hand moving up to pass it over the back of his head, nor that his commander repeated the exact same movement at the exact same time, too distracted with the fight in sight. The other troopers on the bridge however? they did notice.

3.

This one happened before they where about to land in a highly unknown planet with an astonishing lake of information. They were walking into a trap, not that they knew at the time that.. or well.. not until both General and Commander deepened their frowns and mumbled quietly "I have a bad feeling about this". This time they did notice it tho and turned to look at eachother with a surprised look while the soldiers around them are gapping with a collective thought of "Oh kark we are so doomed" and "lmao check another one for the team."

4.

A defect of using a helmet for so long, is that you start forgetting how to keep a straight face and our dear commander, starts slipping his controlled mask especially when faced with stupid decisions. This is one of the main reasons him and Anakin do not get allong well. Because one of the first times they were all reunited strategizing their next move, Anakin decided to offer his brilliant idea and almost cried when faced with the pure power of the combined disgust Obi and Cody were inadvertently showing.

Ahsoka and Rex thought it was hilarious, Obi-Wan had to apologies multiple times before his formed padawan stopped sulking and demanding Obi-Wan to spend less time with his commander and the rest of the troopers just checked another mark.

5.

Kamino has never and will never be an easy place to live in. The facility was a nightmare and no one knew this better than the clones themselfs, between the kaminioan, the trainers and the Alpha batch, life was a challenge and any little quirk can be a dead sentence if you're not careful enough. Cody knows this and learns to deal with it.

It's in the middle of a peace negotiation with the local authority when they noticed it.

It was a small group for this mission, just Cody, Obi-Wan, Boil and Waxer accompanying a Coruscant team of negotiators. The prime minister of the planet was being unpleasant during the whole meeting, with nasty comments, senseless demands and baseless accusations towards eveyone. All bark, no bite.

The jedi was leading the negotiations putting him in front of everyone with the commander by his side; Waxer and Boil standing just behind them notice a pattern pretty quickly. Everytime the minister said something bad about the jedi or the clones, both of their officers would each start drumbeating their fingers with their thumb. A small thing that no one else could notice because their hands were behind their backs, but remarkable enough for the troopers witnessing it as a checkable tic.

6.

Dex notice the next one.

Obi-Wan likes to take every clone he can to visit Dex's reastaurant at least once, but the most regular companion is always the cammander. Not that it bothers him, in fact, he is rather fond of the good commander, but he can't help but notice how everytime the principal door opens a little bit harder than needed, they both will tense up and inmediatelly look at eachother.

And yeah idk, i just think it's neat as an idea. I can imagine a lot more of little scenes like these. Maybe some time latter both realize, maybe they know, maybe they will purposely start doing some to just mess with the troops, maybe it would save the galaxy somehow... just saying..

[thescarletnargacuga]

Here’s a little idea! Any version of showtime you’d like, they try to keep their relationship more of a secret at first (maybe because pomni doesn’t want to be in the spotlight or they don’t want there to be suspected favoritism, etc) and think they’re doing a good job at it, but they’re so obvious about how lovey they are to each other that everyone else caught on a long time ago haha

A/N: ANY version, you say? MANGO, GET IN HERE!!

WORST KEPT SECRET

A TIME CAPSULE AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

AU credit: @mangotangerinepastry @the-amazing-digital-time-capsule

WARNING: making out, mild angst

~~~

Caine held Pomni close in the dark confines of a janitorial closet. The guests were away for the day and they simply needed a moment to themselves from the prying eyes of the overlording AI and the other cast members. Feeling her heartbeat with his, her lips against his teeth, her hair between his fingers was what was needed, but he also felt the tug of the invisible red strings on his fingers, warning him to keep this quiet.

Pomni wrapped her arms tight around Caine, holding him to her as she kissed his teeth fervently. The world beyond the closet door vanished from her mind. She could just be here in this moment with him. A brief moment of bliss within the eternal servitude to the capsule.

They broke the kiss and embraced in silence, breathing each other in...and the closet of cleaning supplies. Pomni took a deep breath against Caine's neck and sighed. "I wish we could stay here..."

"Me too." Caine rubbed Pomni's back soothingly. "But you know what will happen if we do." His fingers twitched against the tug of the strings.

"I'm grateful for the moments we do get to have, no matter how brief." Pomni gazed into Caine's eyes and caressed the side of his lower jaw. "You're worth suffering this place for."

Caine leaned into her touch and held her hand on his jaw. "I'm really not-"

"Shush. We're not having that conversation again. Not here. You're worth my time. Accept that."

Caine closed his eyes and resigned to Pomni's stubborn insistence. "I don't deserve you."

"I decide who deserves me." Pomni retorted and gave him one more kiss. "I'll give you a minute to get down the hall before I leave."

Caine reluctantly let go of Pomni and peaked out the closet door. Seeing no one, he gave Pomni one last longing look before backing out of the closet.

"Caine? What are you doing here?"

Caine about jumped out of his skin. He spun around and stood as innocently as he could in front of the door. "Oh! Hello, Zooble. Sorry, I didn't see you there. What- uh, brings you here at this time of evening?"

"uh....cleaning? Like every night?" Zooble drolled.

Caine started to sweat. Time must've gotten away from him, because he and Pomni are normally gone long before anyone comes by. "Right! Cleaning. Of course." The door started to crack open behind him and he leaned against it, slamming it shut.

Pomni was knocked back and grabbed a shelf, making a few cans and bottles rattle loudly.

Caine coughed. "Door's a bit loose. Anyway, sorry to be in your way. I was just looking for something I misplaced. But it's HIDE-ing rather well from me."

Pomni heard Caine's enunciation and spun in place, looking for a corner to hide in. She dove into a bin and closed the lid.

Zooble arched a mechanical brow. "O...kay...so, you gonna get out of my way or..?"

Caine swallowed and stepped aside. "Yes, I have business elsewhere. Have a good evening." He put his hands behind his back and walked away as casually as he could, but there was a definite urgency in his pace to get away.

Zooble went into the janitorial closet without another word. They collected cleaning supplies and a mop. One of the cans of cleaning solution was empty and they lifted the corner of the bin lid just enough to toss the can in.

The can bonked Pomni in the head and she let out an involuntary "ow".

Zooble froze, knowing damn well what they just heard. They quietly check the radar in their abdomen. There was a blip next to theirs on screen. Pomni's blip. Zooble finished what they were doing and left the closet.

Pomni waited for several minutes before finally peeking out from the bin. She slowly and carefully made her way out the door and down the hall, covered in drips of cleaning solution.

Zooble chuckled to themselves as they watched Pomni's blip scurry away.

~different day~

Kinger poured a drink for himself and Caine. They occasionally got together for a chat, being close friends as they were in the Capsule's longest running cast members. For now.

Kinger stood behind his bar and leaned on it casually. Caine sat on a bar stool, nursing the old fashioned poured for him. "Thank you, Kinger. I've needed this."

Kinger shrugged, sipping his own drink. "The ringmaster's drinks are on the house. Enjoy." As he put his drink back down, something caught his eye. An out of place spot on Caine's collar. The ringmaster was typically immaculate with his appearance, as expected of him. It was a faded blotch of pink.

Kinger pointed to the spot. "Hey, uh, you got something on your shirt there."

"Hm?" Caine struggled to see something right under his jaw. "What is it?"

"Makeup."

Caine's blood went cold. "Oh, that...I must've gotten some on my hands and rubbed it off by mistake. Stage makeup gets everywhere during prep."

"You don't wear makeup." Kinger gave Caine a look. "Whose is it?" He'd smirk if he had a mouth.

"No one's." Caine said curtly. "For your information, I do handle makeup. It's an art form." While he personally agreed that makeup is an art, he was bluffing about doing it for the performers.

"So Pomni or Gangle." Kinger deduced. "Gangle prefers to do her own."

Caine gripped his glass a little tighter. "How are you so sure?"

"You'd be surprised what people tell the bartender." Kinger stood upright and downed his drink so he could continue cleaning and prepping for the next day. "I'm good with secrets, Caine."

Caine didn't respond. He only eyed a panel behind the bar that hid a stash of strong liquor reserved for him.

~different day~

Gangle and Pomni were getting ready for bed in their shared dressing room. Before putting her day's performance clothes in the laundry, Pomni took a long sniff of her coat. Sometimes, after her rendezvous with Caine, she could still smell his cologne.

Gangle saw Pomni so that while she was washing her face at her vanity. "Why do you keep doing that?"

Pomni quickly dropped the jester into the laundry and started anxiously brushing out her hair. "No real reason. Just uh, checking for any bad smells. Don't want to stink up the room." She forces a laugh.

Gangle narrowed her eyes in the mirror. "You must really enjoy bad smells. You had such an... interesting look on your face."

"It's nothing, really!" Pomni brushed faster. "Sorry, for being weird. It's just something I do." She really thought she was being subtle about it.

Gangle dropped it for now. She waited until after lights out and she heard Pomni breathing low and deep to get back up and sneak to the laundry basket. She lifted out Pomni's coat and sniffed the collar. She almost gasped out loud.

She dropped the coat and went back to bed with a mischievous smile on her face.

~different day~

Jax groaned as the joystick control over him released for the day. "Ugh, my aching back." He stretched. "Stupid kids and their stupid motor skills. They jerked me around like a ragdoll." He spotted Ragatha locking up the day care center for the night. He grinned. "Speaking of..."

Ragatha turned and bumped right into Jax. "Pardon- oh, hello Jax." She gave him a polite smile.

Jax wrapped an arm over Ragatha's shoulders and walked with her. "What's up, dollface. You throw any nasty kids out the window today?"

Ragatha gasped. "Absolutely not! I would never!" She looked around, hoping no guests were still around the circus to overhear.

Jax chuckled, speaking louder. "Of course you would! Anyone dealing with those snot-nosed brats would in a heartbeat!"

"Jax!" Ragatha stopped and was about to start lecturing him when a door opening at the end of the hallway got her attention. It was Pomni, straightening her jester coat and then walking away down another hallway that T-ed at the far end.

Once alone again to start her rant, Ragatha took a breath only to be interrupted again by the same door opening. Caine came out with an unusually bright smile on his face, and he went the other way at the T junction.

Jax smiled broader than he had in ages. "Holy [%$!$]." He didn't care if BUBLE got on to him about it later. This was a moment worth swearing for.

"Now, Jax, don't. We don't know what's in that room."

"Pretty sure that's an empty party room." Jax's smile was as strong as ever. "I gotta hand it to the old timer, scoring Pomni couldn't have been easy."

"Old- WE DON'T AGE!" Ragatha blustered. "And we don't know what we just saw. It doesn't mean anything."

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, dollface. This is too good." Jax rubbed his hands together.

Ragatha frowned. "Don't be mean. We're all just looking for a bit of happiness. Let them have theirs."

~different day~

Gangle and Ragatha met up after work. "I know something!" They said at the same time.

"You do? What do you know?" Ragatha asked.

"Wait, you know something?" Gangle asked back.

"Yeah, but is it the thing that you know?"

"I don't know? It might be."

"Jester Dentures?"

"Jeater Dentures!!" The girls squealed and giggled with each other.

Pomni started to notice the others looking at her differently, like they wanted to say something but would turn away or have something sudden to do if she even looked at them.

Anytime Pomni spoke to Caine in front of the others, they got weird. The stares got more intense, yet they backed off like she needed space to give her performance report to the ringmaster.

Caine noticed too. Not just from the odd behavior but Kinger and Jax both getting on his case about Pomni and how he wasn't being as subtle as he thought. It made cast meetings awkward. He could actually feel his face heat up if the others watched Pomni smile at him in meetings.

~different day~

Caine FINALLY got Pomni truly alone again after asking her to meet him in the piano room backstage in the middle of the night. He could play one key at a time without the strings trying to break his fingers, so that's what he did as he waited.

Pomni sat next to Caine on the bench seat and touched her shoulder to his. "Everyone knows."

"Yep." Caine dinged a C note.

"I thought we were careful."

"Apparently not careful enough."

Pomni watched him slowly play moonlight sonata one note at a time. "Does this mean you don't want to see me anymore?"

Caine stopped. "No. It means we need to be even more careful. Our behavior has disrupted the cast. Not so much as to affect their jobs, but BUBLE has taken notice and...given me a warning." He flexed his sore hand.

Pomni put her hand over his on the piano keys. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You're worth whatever that thing puts me through."

"Now it's my turn to say I'm not worth that." Pomni cringed thinking of what BUBLE would do if things escalated.

"I've done a lot of stupid things in my time, Pomni. Seen a lot of places. Met a lot of people. I think I have a pretty good grasp on what holds value in this world." Caine turned his head to look at her.

Pomni met his gaze expectantly.

Caine continued. "To exist is to suffer. To find meaning in the suffering is to live. You are a part of that meaning to me. I've found so much more than camaraderie or friendship in you. I found..." The word caught in his throat. The red string around his neck tightening.

"You don't have to say it." Pomni leaned in. "I found it too. In you."

Caine leaned his top jaw to her forehead and closed his eyes. Pomni interlaced her fingers with his on the piano and closed her eyes too.