#pathetic and lacks a little too much dignity

[isthenapoleoncute]

Not sure if you’ve answered something like this before, but what’s your favourite fictional interpretation of Napoleón?

There are no fictional Napoleons! They are all real, and they all live deep in my heart! What are you implying? That I don't have an army of Napoleons gathered from across all media, ranging from 19th century caricatures to modern video games living in my home?! Perish the thought! Watch your mouth or I'll sic my Attack Napoleons on you!!

I certainly won't be actually answering this question in my tags!

[suguru-getos]

| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 4 |

Part: 3 / 2 / 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna.

Chapter Summary: After the cafeteria incident, Gojo denies to accept your money in halves, and your primal urges of snapping at him come out after suppressing them for weeks. He’s bored of being a bully because it’s not fun anymore. Why would you give him money like that? Jeez… 🙄

Warnings: Reader is mean and Satoru is mean T_T A/N: Can’t do more than 50 mentions in a post 😭 I’m sorry I will be adding the rest of yall in the comments in the next part. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. 🥰

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To be honest, your guts were excruciatingly high yesterday. You essentially ruined everything there is. All your efforts & hardwork to get rid of Gojo’s clutches in vain because you couldn’t control your mouth. After kicking the guy down in the cafeteria, you were called by Yaga and suspended. What else did you expect really? A freshmen kicking a senior? Nope. When Satoru does it you’re sure it wouldn’t have anyone bat a single eye to the ordeal. Another grumpy reminder that — you & the Honored one, are different. Satoru didn’t need to prove it himself.

Cowardice and your name are rhymes right now. All that classes for Taijutsu paid off to recover your leftover shred of dignity, however, you couldn’t fathom the expression in Gojo's face. He looked amused, impressed… weird. Satoru looks weird. He didn't respond when you told him to shove the money up his ass. Now you have to walk the talk. Staring at the wall, you try your best to think of a believable excuse to ask your mom for the sum of money. You check your savings, only 700 dollars. You should probably kill yourself. You can't really ask your mother about this… what were you thinking?

The thoughts are cut off by Satoru's blade like voice in your head. God you hate him so much. So much… if you were ever forgiven for a murder, it would be his. Your mind was tired with everything happening and you could feel the force in your heavy lids lulling you in bed. School next day…

You take your 700 dollars with you, you will tell the bastard that you will return the rest of the money tomorrow. Once you're outside Tokyo Tech, you take a deep breath. Walking inside and ready to be mauled. There he was, standing at the entrance and waving pathetically cheerfully. He loves making you suffer doesn't he? You grit your jaw, walking towards him. "Good morning, Gojo san." You could almost choke yourself for adding the honorific.

"Morning lil shit." He muses, leaning in closer to you until his breath fans over your face. "We were bein' a little too bratty yesterday." He muses, and your face lacks colour instantly. His eyes were launched at your frame without a care in the world. He likes making you suffer, doesn't he?

"So?" He clicks his tongue, smirking in his usual charming way, looking at you through his glasses. "Kneel down and apologize, and I'll forgive you. We can start again, no biggie. See? I have such a big heart." You bite your lip, he has no regards for your self-respect whatsoever.

You finally meet his eyes, gathering your courage to withstand his insults once again. "I have uhm, seven hundred dollars with me right now." Oh you look pathetic fiddling with your bag and giving him the cash you saved for your new laptop. "I will return the rest tomorrow." You sound determined, at least your mom wouldn't pay the full sum of it. It would be bearable.

"I can't shove it up my ass s' too less." Satoru laughs, clinging on to what you said to him. He almost feels sick now. This was unnecessarily dragged to the point of no return, he thought you would apologize and beg him to leave you alone, and he would. Then you'd see how amazing he is and why everyone is in love with him. Why girls wish they could go on a date with him pft- even if he talks to them, they feel grateful.

Here you were, holding a sum of money for the richest boy in school, in the city even. "I'll pay you the rest tomorrow." You managed to speak, and Satoru HATES this.

There is a difference between bullying and teasing and abuse. He crossed that line, not backing down because he hoped you would. You're the first one not to. He feels his chest tighten and a pinching in his throat as you hold his wrist, bringing it closer to you and putting the sum of money on his palm.

His baby-blues widen at that, and it feels like the money is practically burning his skin. It's a reflex with which he yanks his hand away. As if its burning him.

"I don't take half-payments." He managed to come up with that pathetic lie, growling and enraged, walking away.

What a fucking cunt… but hey; at least he didn't bother you for the rest of the day.

During the lunch time, you almost feel liberated that you don't have to report to him anymore. His problem he didn't accept the money. His fucking problem. You stood on your words, almost… you will give him the rest of the money tomorrow and be free of him for good. How amazing… how beautiful to imagine that.

Everyone fears him, everyone loves him. What kinda dude even. Maybe he doesn't have any real friends because he bought them all with money. Tsk…

You take your food and walk to the area where your classmates stood. You are like a walking marvel to them, someone who stood up to her senior and kicked his ass. What you don't know is Satoru Gojo ended all chances of revenge coming your way. What does it take? A simple: 'You have beef with her you have beef with me'.

Lunch is… peaceful, until you notice Satoru walking in the cafeteria, drinking Cola and with his pathetic group of friends. They can rot too.

You looked down, evading eye contact is the best way to avoid any unwanted conversations after all.

You were eating secluded, your only friend sitting beside you who doesn't mind being judged to be around you sitting next to you. "Uh oh, he's coming here." She hummed, getting nervous. You sighed, looking at her and holding her hand gently. "Thanks for your company, I can handle from here, I promise." You wouldn't let her be stomped by the Prince charming. She's been kind to you. "Are you sure?" She asked, and you nodded, patting her shoulder.

Before she could lift her plate, Satoru sat next to you. "I don't remember allowing anyone to leave? Did I?" he smiles, all childish, feigning a harmless look. "Sit. Down." He warns and she instantly sits down. You could feel her hands shiver. No, you wouldn't let her be dragged into this.

"What is it? Gojo san." You looked at him, making eye contact. "Just came to check if you had a spine." His hand lands on your nape, touching and probing the spine bone peeking out. "You do, no?"

You shudder, leaning away a little only to have him hold your neck and pull you close, whispering gravely, "If you haven't paid me back then you can't run off from your job, Pet."

You snarled at that nickname again. "I told you to take the fucking money today and tomorrow." Struggling gravely and looking at him like a wounded lion. He's wounded your pride, your self-respect.

"And I said, I do not pick up pennies. Until then, you do what I say." He chuckled, "Or you're dumb and lack common sense?"

It's been weeks. Literal weeks and you're at your breaking point. Frustration bubbles in your eyes and they gloss up. You don't want this jerk to see you like this. Fucking hell you don't!

"What did I even do to you I don't understand…" You mumble, watching him lean his hand away.

At this point things have been too rotten, and Satoru hates to admit but he just wants to hang out. He can't admit that now after raining hell on you and he's too prideful to. It's not fun anymore, it stopped being fun the moment he asked you to fetch ice-cream and the moment you looked at him with 'expected' eyes when he pulled that stunt in the cafeteria.

"You've been a bitch that's all." He shrugs, looking away. His tone surprisingly tender. "Maybe if you can apologize for being one instead of all this drama and cryin' and victim bla-"

A loud smack echoed through the hall, and Gojo's cheeks had your handprint crisp and clear. "I'm fucking sorry I wouldn't suck your cock and wag my tail around you pathetically." Oh you're losing all of the carefully supressed rage, your patience waning off to nothing. You've been supressing and supressing and supressing…. and now it's erupting out. Dangerously.

Tears fall from your eyes as you look at him, "I hate you so much I wish you could just fucking die! Not everyone's as rich as you ASSHOLE! MY MOM WOULD FREAK THE FUCK OUT AND CALL ME A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT FOR BORROWING MONEY ON RUINING SOMEONE'S HIGH CLASS SHIRT! Not everyone's born with a silver spoon!" People look at you and Satoru both judgementally. You know things have sprung out of hand. "You fuckin- GO! GO AND ASK MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER AND MY BROTHER AND EVERYONE IN MY LAST NAME TO PAY MISTER GOJO SATORU BACK BECAUSE HIS SHIRT GOT RUINED AND HE DIDN'T GET AN APOLOGETIC COCKSUCKING BITCH IN RETURN!!"

Before your senses could take over, you took your bottle and put it on his hair, drenching him. You can't let Karma take care of him, you are Karma.

Satoru only stays silent and Suguru snorts from the sidelines. In a weird, sadistically twisted way, he likes what happened. You just removed some of his guilt with this.

"R-right.." He hummed, "Okay so…" He stood up, extending an arm. "Now that we're even. I think we are…. let's restart. Nyeh?"

"Gojo Satoru." He extends his hand, as if he is introducing himself for the first time ever. Your eyes will fall off your fucking sockets and you will die of an awkward mouth-agape heart failure.

What the fuck was wrong with this dude?

"ROT IN HELL!"

[planet-dusk]

🏷️ f!reader, exes, hate sex, unprotected sex, jealousy

“not here,” you object, gripping the kitchen counter and arching your back to make sure he’s hitting the right spot. “anyone could walk in on us.”

“it’s a little too late for that now.” changbin’s fingers grope and squeeze your tits roughly. “you act like you can’t stand me but here you are, all sloppy and wet for me. how embarrassing.”

“save me the sweet talk, sugar,” you bite back. “you’ll need it for what’s-her-name, that blonde girl? the one you’ve been chasing all night like a sad puppy. it’s pathetic how pussywhipped you are.”

“you're jealous.” 

“don’t flatter yourself.” you roll your eyes at his smug tone. you used to like the confidence with which he carries himself. now you can’t stand seeing his cocky smile. 

“besides, i’m the one you’re balls deep inside of.” 

the words come out more breathless than you’d like, courtesy of his thick girth. you fucking hate how good his cock feels. even after all this time. especially after all this time. 

changbin chuckles and looks down at where his hips smack against your ass with every stroke. “you might be a bitch, but i’ll never tire of this sight.” 

it’d only taken two hours of shooting daggers at each other before he’d bend you over felix’s brownie mix. faint voices drift down the hall and you realize sooner or later someone will notice the two of you are missing. 

it won’t be difficult to do the math.

“just get this over with and make me cum. if you can.”

changbin’s hands tighten their grip on your hips. bingo. he may not care about whether or not you’re finishing tonight but he cares about his reputation. 

“not too keen on our friends finding out you’re creaming my cock like a desperate little slut?” 

the man’s perceptive, you’ll give him that. but despite his words his right hand finds its way down to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive bud. 

“don’t act like you’re any better,” you counter weakly. his skillful motions make it impossible to think straight. “bet just the thought of me still gets you hard every night.” 

his lack of response is enough of an answer to you. it fills you with a twisted kind of satisfaction. you’re not sure why you care in the first place; you were the one to end your relationship, yet you can’t seem to stay away from him. 

as your bodies fall into a familiar rhythm sharp words are replaced by barely restrained moans and whimpers. when you close your eyes you can almost pretend it’s like the old days, before jealousy and anger turned things sour. 

you’re pushing back to meet every thrust and changbin must realize you’re close because he brings his hand up to cover your mouth. it’s a clear sign for you to let go, so you do, trying not to think of the fact you’re falling apart at your ex’s doing. 

there’ll be enough time for regret later. 

so you focus on the delicious drag of his cock between your walls and on his fingers rubbing your clit more gently now you’re on the edge of overstimulation. changbin knows your body like no one else and you wonder if you’ll ever find something like this again.

this is why you keep coming back to him. he’s ruined you for all others. 

changbin’s hips falter when he feels you clench around him and he has to use both hands on your waist to steady himself. “where?” he asks, voice colored with desperation. 

you appreciate despite everything there’s still some courtesy left in him. 

“anywhere but inside.”

you don’t care about the mess. no, you’re scared of how much you want it. how you wish he’d fill you up, claim you, fuck his cum into you until you’re filled to the brim and it leaks down your thighs. 

when he pulls out to jerk himself to completion it leaves you aching and empty. your spent hole clenches around nothing when he comes with a low groan, spurts of hot cum landing in his own fist. 

you pull your pants up and turn around, scrambling to gather what’s left of your dignity. his hair sticks to his glossy forehead and you brush some of it away before you can stop yourself. there’s not enough space between the two of you; his broad chest almost touches yours and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. it’s suffocating, and suddenly you’re too tired for mockery and cutting remarks. or worse: anything resembling tenderness, like the way he’s looking at you right now. 

quickly, you grab a plate with brownies and slip past him without a word.

[saltydumplings]

Just noticed requests are open, with your ever-growing talent for writing amazing and insanely horny work, could I request a powerless scientist type Villain who's newest gadget backfires on them during a fight, much to the Hero's amusement, and pretty please a bottom Villain 😁

Request #27

Happy Monday y'all, come get your spice!

Cw: suggestive.

What the villain may have lacked in powers, they more than made up for with their mind. They were cunning; deadly so. There wasn't a single thing they'd dreamt that they hadn't been able to build, not even when they'd been limited to mere scraps and throwaways - their recent defeat a gutting wrench within their plans but they were steadily building their way back up. Victory was already safely within their hands, the villain was certain of it, although their devices were admittedly a little more...testy than usual.

They studied the grappling hook they were working on with annoyance, the rope they'd compiled just barely squeezing into its frame. Damn the hero and their stupid persistence in seeing them caught. Damn them for confiscating over half of the villain's artillery and leaving them with practically nothing--

"Am I interrupting something?"

The villain jumped a mile, oblivious to the fact they'd been rambling aloud and too caught up in their thoughts to hear the other entering. They spun about quickly though, lips drawing up in a sneer.

"You," they spat.

The hero smiled. "Me," they agreed.

Their smugness only infuriated the villain further. Fortunately, their homing laser device was close at hand...

They reached back and pulled the gadget off the table, eager to wipe that grin from their nemesis' face. "You made a mistake coming here, Hero. I lost to you once, I refuse to lose again!"

With that, they directed their weapon upwards - pulling the trigger to activate the detector grid and frowning when all they heard was a sharp thwip.

And then the device in their hands exploded.

Or rather, more accurately, burst - rope breaking free from the metal frame and tangling around their wrists, the villain looking up in bewilderment to see the grappling hook imbedded in the ceiling.

Oh sh--

The gun recoiled sharply, yanking the villain up about eight feet before the gadget suddenly jammed. It left them dangling just above the floor, legs kicking out in a wild panic as they tried to get down.

This could not be happening to them right now.

"W-Wait," they said, face flushing as they started to spin. "Wait!"

"Oh, I'm waiting," the hero said. Honestly, they looked more impressed than anything else.

"Just...just give me a minute. I-I'm almost out." No they weren't. In fact, the device had reeled them up just a little bit higher.

"Uh huh," the hero said. "Sure looks that way..."

"Of course it looks that way!" the villain snapped. "It looks that way because it is tha--"

They cut off with a squeak as the grappling hook made a horrible clunking sound, the reel inside breaking slightly and causing them to fall - grunting when the mechanism suddenly locked again just before they could reach the ground.

And now they were spinning twice as fast...

They stretched their legs out as far as they could, the tip of their boots just barely scraping the ground. They groaned and tried again, not even wanting to so much as think about how pathetic they must look in that moment. This was not how they got caught, it - it couldn't be.

"Wow."

Their spinning came to a halt.

The hero turned them around slowly, the villain quickly casting their gaze down to the side as the other's hands came to rest at their waist. "You really have no powers, do you?"

It truly was a pity that the villain had never managed to vaporize the other before now...

"Shut up, I - I grabbed the wrong weapon," they muttered, one final attempt at scavenging what was left of their dignity.

When they heard nothing in reply they made the mistake of glancing up, the hero's grin wide enough to tell the villain that they would milk this moment for everything it was worth.

"What was that?" the hero asked. Teasing.

The villain flushed. "I said that I- I chose the wrong weapon..."

"Oh? And what were you meant to choose?"

It wasn't fair that the villain's feet weren't currently touching the ground and still their opponent was taller than them. That the other could still talk down to them metaphorically as well as literally.

The villain felt a little of their earlier anger bubble back up. "Something that could have put you in the ground," they growled out.

The hero blinked at them. "Right..." they said. "So you were planning on putting me in the ground by aiming at the ceiling?"

A red tint caught onto the villain's cheeks once more and they kicked out with their legs, throwing a small tantrum over the hero's taunts. "I was doing that to initiate the grid matrix! The second that came on there wouldn't have been a-anywhere in this room that you could have hidden that - that I couldn't have shot you from! Anywhere!" the villain cried, voice dripping with their rage.

Though, from the look the hero gave them, the threat might as well have fallen on deaf ears. "You're an angry little thing, aren't you?" they commented.

The villain was just about ready to explode. "I am not little!"

"Littler than me."

"That's because you're a freak!"

"Or you're just short."

"I am average height!" The villain kicked their right leg out with as much force as they could muster, aiming to at least knee the hero where it would hurt but their plans were almost instantly foiled by a single movement - the hero dodging the attack and pinning the villain's leg to their side quicker than they could blink.

The villain froze. Their gaze turned downwards, mouth gaping open slightly as they stared at the point where the hero was holding them, the other's hand practically groping at their thigh. Slowly, the hero brought the villain's left leg up as well, encouraging their nemesis to hook their knees around their waist and let the hero take their weight - giving their wrists the small reprieve they hadn't realised they'd needed.

"Huh...maybe not so angry after all," the hero mused.

The comment snapped the villain out of whatever daze they'd gone into, their frown returning within seconds as they wriggled in their enemy's grasp. "Get. Off."

The hero cocked their head to the side. "Why?"

"Because," the villain said.

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" The hero's hands shifted down slightly, mere centimetres away from cupping the villain's ass. "Better than just hanging there - that's for sure."

The villain could feel their face burning again. And this time it wasn't purely from the embarrassment. "M-Maybe I like hanging," they said. "You don't - you don't know..."

Of all the comebacks they'd ever said, that had to be the worst of them. Worst and stupidest.

Surprisingly, the hero didn't tease them over it though. In fact, their nemesis took it in their stride - leaning in closer as they tightened their grip, infuriating smirk wider than the villain had ever seen it.

"You're right," the hero said. "I don't know."

Their thumbs stroked at the villain's thighs suggestively, the other suddenly all too aware of just how compromising their position was. They squirmed at the attention, shuddering when the hero's breath ghosted across their neck.

"But I think I have a pretty reliable way of finding out..."

The hero was pulling them closer. Reeling them in like a fish on a line and the villain didn't know what to do about it - was even starting to question if they wanted to do anything about it when the hero's lips brushed gently against their cheek.

The last time the villain had been this close to someone was so distant now...the sensation of intimacy was almost forgotten to them.

"What do you say, Villain?" the hero whispered, their breath hot against the shell of their ear. Somehow, they managed to drop their voice even lower before asking their next question: "Want to find out how quickly I can make that big brain of yours go dumb?"

A beat.

"F-Fuck, yes," the villain said breathlessly. Then their own words registered in their mind. "I-I mean no, I...I didn't, y-you didn't- I WOULD N-NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS--"

A pair of lips pressed against their own. And, in the villain's initial shock, the hero's tongue entered their mouth seamlessly.

The kiss was, much to their annoyance, the best they'd ever had.

The villain stuttered as the other paused, some smart retort in the makings of their scrambled mind but they didn't get a chance to piece it together before the hero's lips were on theirs again. And again. And again, and again, and again, the hero didn't stop. The villain kept waiting for their chance to speak - to think - but they weren't given it, and before they could stop themself their body was relaxing against the hero's own. Their struggling ceased altogether - hands that had been desperate to pull free now only giving the occasional tug against their confines, not in any attempt to get away but instead to get closer.

And, just like that, the hero had done what no one else ever could; what no one else had ever had the patience or the persistence to truly do, let alone the expertise to: the hero kissed the villain stupid.

By the time they finally relented, their nemesis was a panting mess. Their lips were kiss-swollen and shiny, their eyes half-lidded as if in some kind of daze. They made a small confused sound when the hero leant back a little, their pretty mouth drawing down into a pout that had the hero grinning even wider than before.

"So, that was definitely a 'yes', right?" they said.

The villain blinked at them, mind momentarily too slow to understand what was being asked. When it did click though, some flash of their dwindling rebellion must have shown in their eyes because the hero shifted their position so they could capture the villain's chin with one hand, thumb brushing over their lower lip before the villain could speak.

"Right?"

The villain gulped. Shuddered. Then they nodded their head.

"Good," the hero said, moving their hand back down to where it belonged, "because, with the trouble you've been giving me lately, I honestly have no intention of stopping until you forget your own name...If that's alright with you, of course?"

As someone who'd always been an over-thinker, it was the best proposition the villain had ever heard.

[divine-misfortune]

Phantom watched. 

He watched because he was told to watch, and so he did. He stared as the air ghoul's thin fingers slowly closed into a tight fist. Graceful in the motion as each digit curled into their palm. The same delicate nature Zephyr spared the ivory keys of the church organ. 

Muscles drawn taut beneath the skin, a slight tremor kicking up as Phantom's mouth fell open helplessly. Like a game of tug of war, they withheld from him despite his body's attempt to gasp for air.

Embers began to sear at the floor of his lungs, a growing burn in his chest only matched by the heat coiled deep in his gut. They could extinguish the more problematic of the two just by releasing the tension in their hand but judging by the coy curl of their lips, they weren't interested in such things. Zephyr gladly held relief just out of arm's reach. 

Not that Phantom was trying all that hard, or even focusing on the act of trying to breathe. His focus was on the frantic and sloppy twist of his own fist up and down his cock, eyes never straying from Zephyr and the control they exhibited over him. Control they took away from him so easily. He would've groaned at the thought if he could, only managing a faint raspy sound that made Zephyr chuckle. Their laugh did more for him than any breath of air could have, it felt so dismissive. Belittling. Like just watching him suffocate was some sort of game. 

His cock kicked in his hand. Pre dribbled over knuckles and onto the floor between his knees, only adding to the small puddle he'd created. He knew they'd grimace at the mess later but couldn't help making it. It was small compared to what he could feel building as his vision dared to go hazy despite his attempts to keep it focused. There might as well have been something molten filling his lungs with how they screamed for reprieve, and it made his balls start to go tight. If he had the thoughts to spare, maybe he'd have wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and tried to maintain a level of dignity but he was far too close to care. 

Pressure, low in his belly, built as he tried to fuck up into the slick grip of his own hand. He must have been a sight; nearly blue in the face, eyes just about crossed, chasing a climax he'd been denied several times already. He could feel it this time though, closer than he'd been before, close enough he could almost taste the white hot pleasure. 

"Aaaaaand," Zephyr's hand fell open and Phantom nearly toppled backwards as the vise around his lungs vanished. Chest finally allowed to expand fully after fighting against imaginative restraints. He sagged much like a marionette cut from its strings. “Hands off.”

Phantom, able to make a proper sound, let out something between a growl and a sob as he slapped his cum slicked palm against the floor in frustration. He hunched over and let his head hang, hiding behind thick dark hair. He stared pitifully at his dick give a pathetic bounce or two from the sudden lack of stimulation. Brows drawn together, he almost looked at his member apologetically. 

"Fucking-!" he gasped, body heaving with the force of it. "Was so close, why did you stop?!" 

"Because I don't need you passing out naked on my floor? Think you forget there's no way in hell I can carry you to the infirmary." 

"Couple more seconds wouldn't have-" 

"Ah, ah, ah." They clicked their tongue at him like a petulant child. "That doesn't sound very grateful, wisp. What do we say?" 

Even though he could very clearly breathe, Phantom made a little strangled sound as heat prickled over every inch of skin. He wouldn't be surprised if his flush had spread over him entirely. His tail flicked and Zephyr laughed again, Less low and condescending. It was breathy and delicate like a spring breeze. They sat forward after a minute of his sulking and scratched lightly over the crown of his head, he was helpless to give up the annoyed tension winding his muscles tight. 

"You with me, little shadow?" 

"...Mhm." 

"Give me three more deep breaths and sit up, you’re squishing your lungs like that." 

Zephyr continued to pet through his hair gently as he followed their instruction up until he uncurled from himself. Their smile was far more self satisfied than anything, sat elbows on their knees to be eye level with him. It was a position they'd regret if they continued to hold, but they hardly seemed bothered by the idea. Phantom let them lift his face with a single finger under his chin and kissed the little crease between his eyebrows. 

"Thank you," he sighed and closed his eyes, their cool lips pressed to his skin for another long beat. He could feel the little smile that creeped onto their face before they pulled back. 

It felt like their index finger was the one thing keeping him from tipping forward onto the floor. 

"Good boy, taking what I give you..." Zephyr's thumb traced the curve of his bottom lip and he let them part slightly as an offering, one Zephyr did not trust themself to accept. An indulgence for later. Not something they'd factored into their little game. "Are you alright?" 

"S'good." His nod is barely a twitch, but they recognize it enough. 

"Think you can give me another?" 

"Want to give you as many as you want." Phantom peeks out from under his lashes and Zephyr's heart stutters in their chest. The faintest trace of tears glittered in his eyes. "As many as it takes."

"That's my sweet star...Remind me of the rules?" 

"Can't touch unless you've got my breath" his tongue darted out to wet his lips and Zephyr hummed in encouragement. "Hands off when you let go." 

"And how do you tap out?" 

"Grab your tail." 

"That's right! So smart baby." 

Phantom would've shied away if he felt steady enough to lean back from their touch. Hid from their praise. They, however, shifted closer. Unwilling to miss how their words affected him. An awkward position for sure as they reached between his legs, he moaned pathetically loud as they gave him three slow and incredibly generous strokes. Their thumb swiped over his head and they pulled away to return to lounging just as quick. Phantom slumped forward against their calf, head resting against their knee as they licked a drop of pre off the pad of their finger. 

He could smell their arousal, so close like this. Clean like cotton and ocean air, a little too close to Rain's scent. Equally as dizzying. Phantom wanted to sit onto his knees and mouth at their clothed cock, obviously tented in their slacks, but knew better than to act out of turn. Even if he itched to. 

"Soon, pet." Zephyr patted his head softly as if his thoughts were being broadcast on the wall behind him and they might as well have been with the way he so blatantly stared. They'd dare to call it ogling. "Not till we finish. Cmon," they nudged him gently with their knee and he slumped off with a bit of an exaggerated sigh "back in place, I want to see how powerless you look again, just a little bit longer."

[phantasmiafxndom]

for the a/b/o au can i req riddle, malleus, vil, azul and lilia spending their first heat with their mate?

Riddle

He's so embarrassed, it's a tempting idea to kick you out and get through his Heat alone. Even (or because) you're so important to him, Riddle doesn't want you to see him in such a pathetic state. In the end, he lets you stay, but he's trying his best to keep some measure of dignity. It doesn't work. Once he's truly aroused, it's a losing battle not to whine and plead for you to stay close to him. And when he's in your arms, no amount of resolve can keep him from grinding his slick-drenched cunt against your thigh.

Just that much stimulation has him going practically cross-eyed, little cock pumping out even more pre as he keeps humping your leg. He's too out of it to realize that he won't get full like this, but that doesn't stop him from clinging to you and drooling all over your shirt while he squirms. It turns out that Riddle is adorably needy when his Heat takes down all inhibitions. All he can think about is being close to you, no matter what that entails.

Malleus

Despite his intimidating appearance and usual composure, Malleus is a clingy baby when his Heat starts up. He wants to be petted and cuddled and held as much as possible, and even before he's fully in his cycle, he's the type to whine every time you try to leave the room. Distantly, he's aware he should probably be ashamed of himself... but when the person he adores is right here, nothing matters but soaking up all the attention he can get. But soon enough, the pulse between his legs gets distracting.

He's not picky. So long as he can stay curled around you, contentedly close to the most comforting thing in his world right now, you can more or less do whatever you want to him. Malleus's more dragon-like traits can be a little tricky to navigate, but stuffing his pretty cunt full of your fingers is a simple enough solution to get him calm. You don't have to do much. Just slow, soft orgasms while he holds you are perfectly acceptable.

Vil

Tempted as he is to spare himself the indignity and deal with another Heat alone, now's as good a time as any to get this over with. You're bound to see him in such an awful state eventually, so he should just deal with it now. Vil is a lot more anxious than he lets on. He doesn't want to look unseemly or pathetic in front of you, and his own desperation is infuriating. Even so, when Heat-brain is taking over and you're right there to stroke his hair and promise you'll take care of him, he couldn't love you more.

Vil is a little hesitant about the sexual parts. It's one thing to accept a little spoiling. Having you watch him come apart from your touch would be humiliating. But eventually, the aching arousal gets the better of him. You wind up with your face between his legs, Vil biting down on his hand in a poor attempt to stifle his wails. It feels so much better than he expected. Your mouth is warm, and he comes on your tongue so easily.

Azul

Nervousness quickly gets the better of him. Azul isn't used to spending his Heats in a human form, but the idea of you seeing his real self while he's like this is worse. On top of the normal needs, merman instincts are also slipping into effect. He'll try to pretend like he's fine for as long as possible, almost hoping that he can get through this without embarrassing himself... but all too soon, he's so desperate he could cry. It's only then that he manages to swallow his pride and allow you to help.

Of course, Azul is self-conscious. He doesn't like you seeing too much of him, even when he's miserable from a lack of contact. Your best bet is pinning him down and making the choice for him. He'll squirm and protest, but it's easier when he doesn't have to ask for it. Whether you use your fingers or your mouth, he'll be all but sobbing in no time. If you really want to tease him, point out how wet he's gotten for you. That'll earn the cutest sounds.

Lilia

He's fully prepared for everything to go just fine! Lilia's been around for long enough that he isn't ashamed of his Heat, especially when it'll be spent with someone he trusts to take care of him. If anything, it'll be wonderful to have some company for the first time in so long. As you'd expect, he spends a while teasing you and being "cute", but once the Heat actually starts to kick in, that shifts to a whole lot of snuggling up in your lap, pupils dilated dark and wide, and encouraging you to touch him.

While he doesn't mind being spoiled, Lilia has enough experience to know he wants much more. If you're comfortable with it, he'll insist you fuck him for real— a fake knot is nothing compared to the real thing, after all. His stamina is impressive, and he tends to get bitey when he's overwhelmed. Expect to be covered in little nips and marks, scratches down your back from when he's overwhelmed. He'll be a willing toy for you while he's like this.

[sissybabycucksophia]

🥵🥵The Holiday Part 1🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

It had been 4 weeks since I willingly submitted myself to feminisation, diaper bondage and willingly gave up 24 hours of my life and dignity because another sissy told me too. That day after, cumming, pissing and shitting into the pink Disney princess diapers I had laid there in that state crying with embarrassment and contemplating what came next. Eventually I freed myself, hid everything back in the box and released myself from the chastity cage and naturally masturbated several times to the thought of the predicament i just put myself in.

Eventually though I returned to normal life on the Monday and tried to pretend it never happened… until that Tuesday when my phone lit up with a message from Daddy or Sissy Natalie. Nervously I opened the message to see… “Hey there my little baby Jade! So you should know I’ve edited the 24 hour footage of your thrilling weekend and frankly i felt it was far to good to only be seen by me…. So now i’ve posted it on my tumblr and claimed you as my sissy baby cuck!!!” Scrabbling to find the video i found it and again began to cry and become hard as i watched my pathetic self bondage and self feminisation.

I tried to beg daddy to take it down but he simply found my pathetic pleas funny and cute. However for 4 weeks i endured Message after message from mommy doms and daddy doms trying to steal me from Daddy Natalie. I hadn’t intended on being sissy Natalie’s sub let alone a big black alpha dom who only wanted a sissy diaper baby so he could get Bj’s whenever he pleased without resistance!. Eventually after 4 weeks and after countless discussions with Daddy about how i craved demoralisation, helplessness, complete lack of freedom and complete control over my regression I received a message that would change everything.

“Ok my little baby princess, heres how its gonna go. Your going to take 2 weeks off work, buy a plane ticket on the most budget, uncomfortable, poor service, smallest plane you can from Scotland to America, ill send you cloths to wear on the plane, you’ll be prohibited from using the aeroplane toilet and you’ll have to be diapered. You’ll book a room in the dingy motel round the corner from my house then we’ll spend your two week vacation making you the biggest sissy diaper baby faggot cuck ever! This is non negotiable!😈 I’ll send you the package with everything you must wear on the plane, once you have the package I expect you on a flight within days of its arrival…… Im going to have so much fun with you Princess!😈”

So with that I waited patiently and after a week a package arrived just as Daddy said it would. Opening the box in my room, I sat on the floor opening the flaps of the box and as i saw the supplies within a wave of pure fear and embarrassment crossed over me. Reaching into the box i began to take stock of the outfit daddy had constructed for me to wear on the flight, first i was surprised to find lots of long hair extensions which matched my natural hair colour, another large pack of Disney princess disposable diapers, locking plastic diaper cover panties, a box of pink heart shaped padlocks, 3 pink baby bottles, a Pink foam breast form filled bra, a pink puffy sleeved and knee length playsuit with matching pink mittens with locking rings on the mittens and playsuit, an oversized Maxi length pink puffer jacket a pair of bright pink ugg boots, a pacifier attached too a thick sparkly pink strap and finally a note…

“Ok Jade, your clock starts now! Firstly book a ticket on the first flight out of Scotland! Once booked send me proof!. Next you will go to a woman’s salon and tell them you want them to secure as much of these extensions as possible and style them in the most girly way possible! Next shave every inch of your body again! Bring only a small case with a maximum of 3 days worth of male cloths, you won’t be needing them! Now for the travel, i’ve worked it out, your flight will be 8 hours as such you will wear 4 diapers, the locking plastic panties, the foam breast form bra, the playsuit, the Ugg boots and the jacket too the airport and through security! Once on the plane you WILL find the nearest large black man and you will ask him to help you! You’ll take out the heart shaped padlocks and as him to padlock your mittens on your wrists, put a padlock through the locking rings of your play suit and for him to keep the keys to these all flight! You WILL tell him you a pathetic sissy baby who needs an adults supervision and ask him to speak for you, you’ll tell him i want you watching nothing but princess shows and movies on your seat-back entertainment and you’ll ask him to secure your paci gag and lock it on too. I’ve written a feeding schedule on the back of the note which you will ask him to subject you too. For 8 hours i want you drinking a bottle of water every 30 minutes, i have packed 8 packets of Happy Baby baby food which you’ll ask the black man to take out your paci and feed you every hour! You’ll also make it clear to him at the beginning of the flight if he wants to feed you his cum mixed in any of the food or drink he can but your a sexless cuck who is not allowed sexual pleasure or release of any kind, tell him he’s allowed to spank you, cuddle you, humiliate you and control you however! You will not attempt to remove your playsuit or diapers for any reason! You will piss, shit and squirt cummies in those diapers!. Should a flight attendant or security challenge your diapered state i have enclosed a forged doctors note stating you have serious bowel and bladder issues and this flight is you travelling to a specialist to rectify the problem! NEVER REMOVE THOSE DIAPERS! Or I promise you missy! You wont like daddy’s reaction, now princess hop too it, ps daddy loves you xxx”

Reading the note aloud my eyes began to water as fear and embarrassment rushed through my mind, what was i to do! On one hand I wanted to cry and felt the demoralising feeling of what all that would bring but on the other i felt to turned on by daddy’s note that i was oozing precum. Like the submissive little coward i am… i booked a flight almost straight away… hell as if all that daddy wanted me to do wasn’t bad enough i even paid more to book a seat which backed onto the airplanes toilet so i could watch all the normal people walk past to go to the toilet. Sending daddy the ticket confirmation for a flight in 2 days time all i received back from Natalie was “😈 good little princess😈”.

The next day I grabbed the mass of hair extensions and covered up in a baggy hoodie and went to a woman’s salon 2 hours from my house. Walking in the receptionist said “oh i’m sorry sir we don’t cut mens hair” looking at the extensions in my hand and the embarrassment on my face the receptionist then presumed i was trans🏳️‍⚧️ and not just a pathetic sissy. Getting up from her seat she put her arm around me and guided me to a less visible seat at the back of the salon where she took the extensions and then personally began to work on me. “This is a totally safe space for women like you sweetheart, theres nothing to be embarrassed about! Whats your true name precious?” She asked as she expertly began securing the extensions and destroying any masculinity i had. What should i do? If i tell her I’m just a pathetic loser turned on by embarrassment and feminisation against my will she’ll out me to everyone here!? So i had to lie, shame filled me as i simply answered, “uhm I ehm go by Jade” i said using my sissy name. “Adorable hun absolute adorable! Tell you what? Whats your favourite colour sweetheart?” To which my pathetic sissy brain replied with hesitation “pink”. Much to my horror once done with the extension, the woman not only styled them in a manner far more feminine than my short hair but proceeded too then do up my face with 72 hour lasting pink make up!. Eventually after paying and her giving me the most shame inducing pep talk I headed home.

Finally the next day came and i awoke to realise the extensions and make up were still very much in place, whimpering i began to get ready. Laying out the diapers i once again slathered my penis and balls in the numbing cream daddy gave me last time just too cuck myself even more, then i lay down and one by one imprisoned my sissy clitty behind fluffy layer after fluffy layer of thick puffy princess diapers. Once four were on i encased them in the locking plastic panties and secured the foam breast form filled bra, standing in front of my room mirror i ran my hand up and down the front of my diapered crotch as i squeezed and fondled my fake breasts, with no sensation in my crotch and completely unable to feel my rock hard clitty I whimpered as i lifted the bra and slid clothes pegs up and clipped them to my nipples and lay the foam down tight against the pegs. Playing with my fake breasts now i moaned as i felt the pegs tug at my nipples with the movement of my fake breasts. Catching a glimpse of myself moaning in the mirror i hung my head in shame and continued to get dressed. Pulling the playsuit up i felt the tight elasticated legs stop above my knee then the tight feeling around my crotch as the playsuit tightly formed round my diapers, then the feeling of it brushing across my chest as i slid my ams into the arm holes where i again felt the elastic pinch around my upper bicep creating puffy shouldered short sleeves. Finally I struggle to zip the playsuit up but eventually I was enclosed, sliding my feet into the Uggs and enclosing myself in the jacket I zipped the jacket up tight to under my chin to hide my infantile state if dress. Looking in the mirror I was humiliated as all i saw was what looked like an overgrown teenage girl from the early 2000’s. With baby supplies in my hand luggage and the small male cloths suitcase I then took a bus ride too the airport, it was terrifying feeling the eyes of Junkies, real men, woman and children bore into me with every stop of the bus but eventually we reached the airport and as I disembarked a man tried to grab my ass through the jacket but as he squeezed my heavily diapered ass my heart stopped as he then grabbed my arm and said “hey sweet cheeks what you got under there!” To which I cried “Get off me! Please don’t touch me!”. The man instantly let go looking around himself to see that he didn’t look bad and said “jeez dont come out looking so innocent and fuckable then if you aren’t asking for it!” But by that time i’d ran into the terminal building terrified, infact I’d gotten such a fright i was unaware my completely numb little clitty had leaked pee into my diaper. As quickly as possible i checked in my bag and got through security, naturally i had some awkward questions to answer and even presented daddys forged doctors letter.

Still shaken i walked through duty free then sat patiently at the gate on the phone too daddy, messaging back and forth I tried desperately to chicken out. “Daddy im sorry but I can’t do this! Im a man! I wont just ask a random black man too control me for 8 hours! Please let me go home and flight out another day as a man!!” To which daddy was quite clear, “Look jade daddy loves you ok so hear me when i say this….. i dont care what you think ok boo boo? Why don’t i care? Because your a baby sweatheart, your to pathetic and submissive and helpless to be an adult and your far too weak and feminine to be a man so daddy is doing you the mercy of taking control! Now be a good girl and send daddy a self right now in the terminal building so i know your doing what I’ve asked!” So without hesitation I pathetically took a selfie and sent it to daddy. Just as i did the plain began to board, with every step from the gate to my seat my stomach churned thinking about the men that might be sat around me that i’d have too ask to dominate me for the flight i hoped and prayed it was a family man who’d be appalled and try to help set me free but i knew that was very unlikely. Boarding i took my seat at the very back of the plane and sat in the window seat with the toilet block behind me, i watched and watched as the two seats next to me remained empty all the way through boarding and blushed heavily with embarrassment as people stared me up and down.

Thinking i was in luck, my heart sunk as the last passenger to get on the plane was a 6’5 foot tall black man, with arms like tree trunks, a shaved head and dressed in loose fitting shorts and a tight tshirt which showed his adonis physique. “S’up” he said in a deep and scary voice, I simply looked down at my lap and rested my hands on the lap on my long jacket trying to keep the jacket from revealing anything. ‘Oh my god why him!? Hes going to either kill me for being a creep or dominate me without even thinking about it’ i thought in my head as tears of sheer embarrassment came to my eyes. Not looking up I remember head lowered and hands tightly holding the jacket down all the way through take off, until eventually we levelled out and the seatbelt sign went out.

‘You’ve got to get used to doing what daddy tells you! After all, 2 weeks of his instruction, if you can’t follow this one he’ll be angry’ i told myself in my head as I suddenly plucked up the courage to stand up and remove my jacket revealing to the plane my pathetic Baby cuck state of dress. Laying the jacket on the middle seat between me and the man i sat backdown, the playsuit no doing any favours to hide my diapered crotch, i turned in my chair to face the man allowing him to see my adams apple past my extensions and give away yet another embarrassing secret. Taking the remaining supplies from my back i laid them in my jacket between me and him, there lay the matching mittens for the playsuit, upwards of 10 heart shaped padlocks, the pacifier gag, the baby food and the empty baby bottle.

And at that i spoke up, “e…e…ex…excuse me sir! I have been ordered by my Daddy that because I’m a pathetic Sexless diaper wearing princess sissy baby cuck that i am not allowed to look after myself for this 8 hour flight. He ordered that i ask the man sat next to me to ensure that I remained regressed, embarrassed, helpless, powerless and unable to remove my diapers” i admitted as i felt my dignity slip away. “A…a…as such daddy commanded that i ask you to guarantee that I piss, shit and cum in my princess diapers by using these pansy looking locks to lock mittens on my wrists and lock this playsuit on me. I’m not comfortable asking you but daddy is making me, i want to take all this off and he knew that so he’s asking wants me to ask a stranger to lock me in and keep the keys. He has also asked me to beg you to feed me baby food every hour and a baby bottle filled with milk and any of your body fluids every half hour. Daddy told me to stress im a Sexless baby cuck so im allowed no sexual pleasure or release. Will you dominate me sir?” I said as the embarrassment tears rolled down my face, which did nothing to my 24 hour makeup.

“Give me your wallet!” The man demanded, “but i ehm I cant…” i tried to say as the man grabbed my back and took my wallet. Taking out my driver’s license he held the photo up next to me and said “ruin and dominate a white boys 8 hour flight cause he’s a faggot? Sure but am taking that $100 you got here cuck and your going to do nothing” he said taking the money I’d planned to use on a taxi. Whimpering i began to get a horrible feeling about this man but it was too late now, “ok turn round gayboy, lets make sure you don’t get any wrong ideas about whos the man here”. Reluctantly doing as i was told i turned to face my back and the playsuit zipper toward him and used my hand to move the extensions away from the top of the zip. However instead of hearing a click he began unzipping the playsuit to which I panicked and tried to round saying “wait…” but he simply grabbed my puffy sleeved shoulder and stopped me from turning. Zipping the playsuit right down i felt him reach in and cinch the plastic panties waist tighter before clipping a lock on them as well, “oh fuck up, im not interested in fucking something as feeble and weak as you, im ensuring that even if that play suit comes off by some miracle, the diapers dont!” The man said zipping the play suit back up he then clipped a lock through the locking rings trapping me inside. What now?! Up until now i could give in any time, set my own limits, not now!. Turning me back round the man grabbed one mitten at a time and simply man handled my hands into them, as he tightened them and locked them on my wrists he asked, “anything else your evidently more manly than you daddy wanted me to know! Like your faggot name? Were you to be sleeping all flight or reading baby picture books? Tell me!”. I looked him in the eye as I nervously replied, “daddy calls me Jade sir, and daddy said I’ve to watch only princess related shows and movies on the screen all flight sir” as i looked at the row on the other side of the plane watching and laughing at me, crying a little i hung my head which the man would raise as he violently pushed the pacifier gag into my mouth and secured the strap tightly behind my head and padlocked it as well.

To my surprise the man then reached into his hand luggage and pulled out leather belts which he then proceeded to use as he grabbed me, pulled me into the middle seat and pinned my mittened arms to the armrests where he secured them with the belts. I began panicking and moaned as I wrestled against the belts trying to pull my arms away, panicking so much i fussed enough to draw an air hostesses attention. Approaching she spoke before seeing from my nose down, “miss is this man bothering y…..” she stopped her sentence apon reaching the side of the large black man who restrained my wrists, looking me up and down she spotted my adams apple and my pink playsuit with white frills and snorted in derision, looking to the black man the air hostess said “why is this man dress so fuckin pathetically, locked in mittens and restrained to his chair?”.

At that the large man reached over the armrest and my struggling arm and slapped his hand down on my diapered crotch grabbing and squeezing my puffy diapered crotch, i squealed in embarrassment as i expected pain but forgot that the numbing cream meant i was effectively sensation-less down there. However i cried hard as he jiggled his hand side to side with hold of my diapers and penis in his massive hands, “Well miss, this Baby asked me to control IT for 8 hours while on the flight. Apparently it wants to be dressed this way because its not a man, so its dressed in the most pathetically ridiculous way possible. It…. Sorry how rude of me… She begged me to stop her from using the toilet and begged me to ensure she used all 4 of her diapers by locking her in the clothes you see now. She also said shes far to feeble and weak to look after herself so she asked me to control her for her own good” he said looking round at me. “Is that true sir? Or madam?” The air hostess asked me with a sigh and roll of her eyes. Panicking all i could think was ‘no no no i changed my mind let me go! I don’t want this!’ As I violently shook my head with my extesions whipping my faces as i shook my head.

Squeezing harder the man was actually starting to crush my penis, but once again i was numb to this pain, looking back at the air hostess he said “oh don’t listen to her, ask these lovely people they saw her beg me and watch me put all 4 padlocks on her” the big black man said with a smile. Turning to the young couple and their late teenage daughter across the isle from us. To which the 3 of them testified i wanted to be in this position and even told the air hostess I begged and begged. At that the air hostess looked at me dead in the eye and said, “Well LITTLE GIRL you better quiet down and do what your temporary care giver says and be grateful he agree to look after someone weak as you. If you don’t quiet down i’ll be force to have the captain redirect the pain and land to remove you and thats a jailable offence…. You decide” and walked off.

Letting go of my crotch the man began to plug headphones into the screen in the back of the chair in front of me and to my embarrassment clicked Sofia the First the show about the little princess who wears the purple dress…. 4 seasons! God how embarrassing to sit here like this with no choice but to watch it. “Now, shut the fuck up faggot and enjoy your little cucky princess programs. Your first bottle feeding is in 30 minutes. Be prepared to drink the entire 250 ml’s!” And at that he placed the headphones over my ears drowning out everything but the babyish princess show. Each time i looked at anything but the screen he grabbed my cheeks and redirected my face.

After 15 minutes I accepted i was unfortunately stuck and began to just suckle helplessly on my paci as my tears dried into my cheeks and i became mindlessly engrossed in sofia’s adventures. However 5 minutes after that i notice my temporary care giver leaving his seat to go to the toilet with my bottle…. ‘Oh god no! I didn’t think he’d actually make me drink his cum!!!’ I though as i began to try and struggle quietly. 10 minutes later he returned with a the 250 ml bottle with easily 50 ml of cum in it, ‘No Way God no!!! How did he cum that much’ i thought as my eyes began to well up again. I watched as he then poured 150 ml of water in and added 50 ml of baby formula and mixed it up with tea stirrer. Securing the nipple back on he grabbed the keys to the padlocks and undid the padlock on the paci gag and removed my headphones, looking at him i was terrified and mortified, i shook my head as much as my neck would allow but he wasn’t interested and simply grabbed one of my fake foam tits which in turn moved the peg behind it clamped to my nipple cause me to moan and whimper as i began to feel horny. “Gayboy am gonna remove this paci and your going to drink every single last gulp of this! If you don’t….. you’ll never make it to wherever your going when you land because I’ll kidnap you faggot! Now be a good BABY and drink up” he said forcefully as he undid the strap and removed my paci, before i could speak the nipple of the bottle was in my mouth filling it with horrible, disgusting, vile and emasculating baby formula spiked with superior black man cum!. As i tried hard not to vomit and to breath heavily through my nose he played with my foam tits seeing how it made my body tremble since he was effectively tweaking my nipples. Tears once again streamed down my face as the further down the bottle i got the more concentrated his potent, bitter and salty cum gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat. Eventually though the ordeal was over and before i had even the time to regain my breath let alone beg for freedom i was regagged, gag locked in place, headphones back on and having my head pointed back to sofia the first.

Once again after 15 minutes I had ceased resistance and softened into sitting still and quietly watching the little princess. What could i do? My arms were bound painfully to the arms of the chair, even if they weren’t the mittens were tightly locked on my hands so I couldn’t grab anything or escape, there were no other seats to move too to escape my new caregiver accept the one by the window that like a baby i was now not being given the choice of sitting in! Helpless! Pathetic! And above all else… demoralised.

After another 15 minutes came yet another cum filled baby formula bottle however this time the man fed me one of the many baby food pouches i had been told by daddy to eat. God every mouthful was revolting 🤮 i dry heaved with every mouthful and each time my body wrenched my caregiver would threaten me with graphic and detailed threats of how this experience would be my 24/7 365 if I didn’t behave and he kidnapped me. Finally my first feeding was over and once again i was returned to my helpless princess show watching state, however only 5 minutes after eating i began to feel pressure on my bladder and looked at the man with begging eyes as i looked down and tried desperately to point at my diaper with my mittened hands but he simply kept returning my face to the screen, after 10 minutes i could no longer hold it, tears pouring down my cheeks i went bright red with embarrassment as i felt no pressing on my bladder, i may have been completely numb in the crotch but i knew what i’d just done. Trying to hang my head in shame the man once again grabbed my cheeks and pointed my face to the screen, I didn’t know it then but this relentless forced regression while watching sofia the first would create a connection between the show and my current state in my mind that would ruin my life later.

Sitting in the piss soaked first diaper I gradually accepted what was to come, 15 minutes later I willingly accepted the caregiver removing my paci gag and even drank my 3rd bottle without complaint. Slowly i began to realise i had no right to complain…. I asked for this after all. By the time i finished the third bottle my new caregiver began to look like he was enjoying the process of regressing me as he became more gentle, not ramming the paci gag back into my mouth but gently replacing it and once locked back in my mouth he would reach over patting my crotch and whispered, “see isn’t it just easier when you accept your superior cum from an actual man… good little girl!” Before once again returning my headphones and entrancing me in the princess show. For the first 4 hours of the flight I melted into submissive acceptance of the situation I’d put myself in and behaved for the man who began insisting i call him Uncle Jay. However after beginning to behave for uncle jay he had kept my paci gag removed after my 3 disgusting baby food meal at hour 3 of the flight which made it more embarrassing that when flight attendants now spoke to me i simply had to ignore them and keep watching the princess show while Uncle Jay spoke for me.

After the feeding at hour 4 uncle jay would begin to do something I wasn’t expecting, after watching me dry heave and swallow the food and bottle he would reach over unplugging my headphones and removing them from my head as well as turning of the screen. “Ehm did i uhm not eat or drink as much as you wanted me to Uncle Jay? Im really sorry just please don’t punish me i’m embarrassed enough!!” I aksed very nervously as i begged. To my surprise he would also undo the belts holding my arms to the arm rest. “No no no gayboy you’ve been hilariously pathetic and well behaved but I don’t think your daddy will be best pleased if you don’t get some sleep! So i bought something for my girlfriend but i realised its far to pathetic, humiliating and regressive for her… so you will wear it and get some shut eye!” He said taking me under the arm and pulling me up to stand in the area in front of the toilet door while he reached into his backpack and rummaged for what he was talking about. You know you’ve lost all hope of using the toilet like an adult when like me you don’t even try to open the toilet door. At that uncle jay pulled from his bag what looked like a pink rolled up sleeping bag, i blushed and went to shake my head but suddenly stood in the isle he held one end of the sleeping back and suddenly it unrolled and hung in front of him. This was no ordinary sleeping bag, it was a sleeping back cut to be shaped like a princess dress, it had a floor length skirt which was closed over at the bottle like a sleeping bag and was embroidered to look like Princess Aurora’s dress, unzipping the back Uncle Jay turned the open zip to face me and ordered i slip off my ugg boots and step in.

What choice did i have, where was i going to run too. Glowing bright red in embarrassment i slipped off my uggs and stepped into the dress shapped bag which was so soft and poofy inside that it tickled my bare legs from the knee down and felt funny on my feet as i could feel the plane floor through sleeping back. Turning me round uncle jay zipped it up and mortifyingly it did not hide my playsuit encased shoulders entirely. “Now back into the middle seat faggot, its nap time….” Uncle just said manhandling me into my seat again, once sat down i moved the dress shaped sleeping bag skirt around with my mittened hands and said nervously “but im uhm not very ehmmm tired Uncle Jay” to which he pulled out a matching princess aurora sleep mask and placed it over my extension adorned head and covered my eyes. “Nonsense faggot, you’re obviously in need of a nap now be a good girl and drift of to sleep quietly so i can enjoy the rest of my film” Uncle Jay said as he reached round with his right arm and wrapped it round me pulling my head in to rest on his shoulder. How much more demeaning was this flight going to get! I’d already swallowed more cum and baby food than is probably healthy for any adult, restrained to a chair and gagged to watch little girl programs and now i was being forced to sleep in a princess dress shaped sleeping bag over my baby playsuit finery with a princess night mask and a being forced to rest my head on a big butch black mans shoulder!!! I was modified and right there and then i again pissed my diaper, however the diaper was now so wet and full of piss and precum I definitely could feel it.

Unfortunately though i knew i was at Uncle Jay’s whims, and could now hear the 19 year old girl across the isle laughing at me…. If my penis wasn’t completely numb from the cream i’d have realised just how rock hard my situation was making me. Then….. came the worst, most embarrassing, most demoralising and single most humiliating moments of my life. Suddenly cramp began to take over my stomach and i began to feel my stomach churn, i could feel the baby food, baby formula and Black Man Bull Cum mixing in my stomach making it violently upset. Using my mitten covered hands which Uncle Jay hadn’t re-restrained to the chair because of my good behaviour I quickly fumbled the night mask up to my forehead, pushing up off his shoulder I turned and moved to the edge of the seat turning my Sleeping bag princess dress and Playsuit adorned body so my chest was facing him i wrapped on arm round my stomach and tried to reach the sleeping zip with the other. Looking Uncle Jay in the eye with pure fear in mine i said “Look Jason! This isn’t a game anymore, get the keys out and remove the locks quickly! I think im about to explode with Diarrhoea!! Please this isn’t even a part of the kink thing anymore, i dont want to shit myself!! PLEASE!!!! Unlock me you sadistic fucker!! IM NOT A GIRL OR A BABY I WON’T SHIT IN A DIAPER ON A PLANE FULL OF PEOPLE NOW UNLOCK ME!!!!……… PLEASE” I said angrily and in extreme discomfort as i now wrapped both arms round my waste and tried to hold my cheeks together. “Excuse me Faggot! Who the fuck do you think yours talking to like that!!” Uncle jay growled grabbing me by the throat with one of his massive hands. “Ugghh im sorry! Please Jason! Im a Man! I’ll pay you 200 dollars! Just please get this stuff off me!!” I beg as i began to struggle to breath. However with little to no effort Uncle Jay pinned me back into the middle seat and wrestled my mittened hands back to the arms of the chair and once again used belts to restrain them down. Fighting the paci gag into my mouth and tightening the strap as he padlocked it on he then lowered the sleep mask and whispered in my ear.

“You think I’m as weak and dumb as you! You knew you’d need to shit eventually! You just resisted and tried to escape to delude yourself into thinking your not the biggest diaper using sissy faggot ever!!! Now shut the fuck up! Shit your diapers, cry a little then go to fucking sleep!! Sweet dreams cucky” to which he then put noise cancelling headphones over my ears and blasted baby songs like wheels on the bus, baby shark, rain rain go away and more on repeat. Now blind again i tried to curl forward and fight the bowel pain of holding back the diarrhoea but every time i curled forward Uncle Jay pushed me back up straight. Eventually the pressure became too much and with a whale of embarrassment and tears I let go, a huge load of steaming hot and disgusting smelling diarrhoea exploded into my diaper with a very very very loud squelching sound. “Ewwww thats fucking disgusting! That boy wearing baby girl cloths and diapers just shit himself!!! Thats so gross!!!” The teenager girl across the isle said. Which for the next 10 minutes sparked demoralising humiliation and rude and mean comments being flung my way, however like a baby i was oblivious to the discomfort of everyone else thanks to the baby songs and noise cancelling headphones, however tears poured down my face, snot ran down and out my nose and i whaled and cried like a proper baby as all i could feel was the warm, acidic and splurgy diarrhoea moving around my ass, up the side my ass cheeks and all around the diaper.

After about 15 more minutes the humiliation and physical discomfort had fatigued me and without meaning to i found myself fast asleep. How pathetic was I now! Not only was i dressed in the most Pathetic manner humanly imaginable, i was now restrained and asleep in a diarrhoea filled diaper which was so full it had now leaked into the second of 4 diapers and for what?! Because I’m not a man…. I’m most definitely not a man right now! As i slept i was unaware that with each fart more diarrhoea just sorta plumed out of my ass. Whats more pathetic? I was dreaming that i was Sissy Natalie’s daddy, waiting in scotland for him while he suffered the situation I’ve put myself in now following his orders!. However sadly dreams have too end and i was awoken by Uncle jay forcing another bottle into my mouth, as soon as the liquid hit my tongue i gagged hard, this wasn’t cum mixed with baby formula. All i could taste was cum and even….. piss, in a sensorily deprived state thanks to the headphones still playing baby songs and eye mask I couldn’t see but crying and wrenching as i tried to drink this disgusting cocktail I violently tried too get my restrained and mittened hands up to fight jason off. Crying and gagging a lot i, by some miracle, finished the bottle. Removing it from my lips jason raised the night mask and lowered the headphones to my neck. Blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes i felt a wave of embarrassment as I suddenly realised everyone on the plane was stood up looking at me. “We landed 5 minutes ago and tessa there” jason said pointing to the 19 year old, “suggested you’d appreciate a 250ml bottle of purely cum, unfortunately some guys were reserved about masturbating into a bottle so those that didn’t just pissed in it” to which I suddenly began to feel sick and gagged hard as he said that.

With that the plane doors opened and all the other passengers disembarked as they laughed and degraded me. Looking jason in the eyes i said nervously, “well thank you very much for your forceful domination and unwavering control uncle jason but could you please unlock all the padlocks now so i can at least change my diaper…. I think daddy would be more than satisfied with your domination of me thus far but the flight is now over so unlock me now please” i begged calmly trying not to sound like I hadn’t learned my lesson on how to speak to my caregivers. “Cant do that faggot” jason said abruptly.

“The hell you mean you can do that! You cant kidnap and keep me like this !!! I dont consent!!” I growled in a panic. “1. In this state do you really think i need your consent! Look at yourself!! And 2. I can’t because while your were asleep for 3 and a half hours I accidentally dropped the keys in the airplane toilet and flushed them….. ooooops” Jason laughed. “You did wha……” i tried to yell but jason simply stuffed the paci gag back in and secured it tight. Then using his superior strength he unrestrained my arms and put my pink Maxi length puffer jacket back on over everything i had on and zipped it up. He then put everything else of mine in my hand luggage, ugg boots, unused padlocks, bottle, baby food and a card with his phone number on it. Next he lowered my night mask again, put the baby music blasting headphones back over my ears and slung me over his shoulder fireman style. I couldn’t believe this, this had to be a record low, how was i ever to consider myself a man again!. Once off the plane, Jason sat me in a wheelchair and used the belts to restrain my arm to the arms of the wheelchair, feeling my hand luggage dropped on my lap i struggled as much as I could, cried, begged for help, pissed more in my diaper and eventually resigned myself to believing Jason was kidnapping me as i felt the wheelchair glide effortlessly through the airport.

Sure the TSA wont let you carry too large a deodorant on and off a plane incase your a terrorist but somehow Jason got a fully grown man dressed as an overgrown prissy baby girl wearing multiple soiled and disgusting smelling diapers restrained to a wheelchair through without any question!! I was so embarrassed and defeated and uncomfortable I couldn’t even bring myself to scream or moan when we stopped for 15 minutes which i can only assume was the TSA check. Eventually after about 40 minutes of movement i felt the warm fresh air hit my face which admittedly felt good and stopped me smelling my own disgusting diaper however after sitting with the direct sun hitting me for 5 minutes while i smelled cigarette smoke i was sweating profusely under my many layers which made me even more horribly uncomfortable. I assume Jason had me sitting at the smoking area while he huffed a cigarette 🚬 because after that the smell disappeared and suddenly the headphones pulled down.

“Ok Faggot here where we part ways. This taxi guy is holding a sign that says ‘taxi for Sissy Baby Sexless Cuckold Jade’ which can only really be you. Its a wheelchair accessible taxi so your going in like this. Next place you’ll see is where daddy lives! Ive had fun, I’d say i hope you did but look at you….. on the surface you hated it but deep down your wishing i’d kidnap you!” In my head i told myself he was wrong i was a man, i couldn’t spend to weeks like this no! But inside i knew he was right. Feeling his kiss my forehead he added, “goodbye gayboy, hope chugging all that cum of mine has gotten you addicted to me…. If it has and you decide you want to be uncle Jay’s baby forever…. My numbers in your bag….. keep the princess dress sleeping bag and mask…. To remember me by….. and cause you look fucking hilarious in them hahaha goodbye faggot” he finished as he put the headphones back up despite my begging and moaning for more information and seemingly disappeared. With only my sense of smell i had no idea what was happening, i felt the chair go up and incline a smelled a car air freshener, with only that to go on i once again broke down in tears wondering how many people had seen me and laughed since i came off the plane. Off i went to daddy Natalies house…. A pathetic shell of the man who left scotland……

[genx-y]

We had an away day at work yesterday. It fucking kicked my arse. First, I find socialising with lots of people hard, socially and sensorily. We can name that second one now, cool. It was hard work, and the ‘fun’ bits were prescribed and I just needed time away from them all by lunchtime. Also the veggie lunch was pathetic, literally tiny wraps with a pepper slice and a leaf or two. Who is that sustaining? So I had to pay £8 for an underwhelming quiche at the cafe when we were supposed to get lunch provided.

Then there was a session in the pm by a director that was about our ‘messaging’ (yeah, I know). On the agenda there was a trigger warning for suicide being mentioned. It wasn’t mentioned, it was actually a case study of someone’s journey to suicide. Not an anonymous person. It was the director’s close friend. Name given, with pictures. Details on the deterioration of their mental health. a timeline essentially.

I’m appalled by all of this. My mental health is in the shitter and not great on a good day, so I did not want to be hearing about any of this. But that’s not the main thing. Like, what was achieved here that required this human’s life, and the darkest saddest part of it, to be revealed to us in this way? Almost showcased. Our org deals with mental health and there’s more to the mental health landscape than people killing themselves. SO much more. It felt sensationalist and exploitative.

Talking to S and my wonderful best friend who is very literate and compassionate in these matters has helped, but it’s making question how people at this level can have so little genuine understanding of dignity and appropriate conduct. Our CEO was aware and must have signed this off. I’ve no idea how others felt and it’s too sensitive for me to raise it (plus I’m still new) so I’ll have to just put this in the cupboard. But it really makes me feel hopeless about the humanity gaps so many people have around this stuff. The lack of tact and respect for others. What happened could have harmed so many people in that room, and they weren’t prepared for it.

I’m just so tired.

[talkingharrystyles]

“I notice that lying bitch 🌌 has disappeared too.”

🌌 Awh, come on! You’re making this too easy for me.

You must be, somewhat, smart to construct an insult much better than that.

I do understand stupidity is your constant companion, but only elementary kids say “lying bitch” nowadays.

What’s next? You’re going to refuse me a glittered coated invite to your pool party?

Not allow me to sit at the lunch table, while you keep Harry hostage?

Plagiarize a more articulate insult, girl.

You sounded more stupider than you try to pretend you are not.

Nevertheless, I must not be that much of a “lying bitch” for my presence to hold such a profound impact in your thoughts, as YOU specifically remembered and named ME of all the other anons who have shared the same or, even, more exposing posts.

In fact… I must be so correct that it terrified you to close your inbox, thinking it’ll avoid me from confronting you.

Because of your cowardice, this public humiliation of you in front of a public audience is entirely of your own doing.

What triggered you, girl? Was it the destruction of your fantasies? The suggestion to make it through a Dr. Seuss book?

Perhaps, it was reality that you WILL NOT be the one whom “King Harry” will seek to “orally pleasure”, as you fantasy and reblog daily, in order, to compensate for that lack of attention you receive.

That’s not a MINE problem.

That’s a result of YOU, which you secretly know.

No man is going to tolerate some bitter, little girl who demands that the world is given to her simply because… exactly what are you contributing to society, again?

Precisely.

You are the sole reason as to why people can barely tolerate the sight of you.

Your “friends” tolerate you, as misery loves company and, most often, your face is deeply up in their asses with all the ass kissing you do to bribe them to stomach you.

Your parent(s) tolerate you, since they’re morally bounded to you, and have better dignity than the little you possess.

Even for the men whom you have weakly tried imprisoning with your “impressive head game” and other sex “tricks” they, ALL, tired of you and found you insufferable, suffocating, and unbelievably insane.

As for Harry… considering that you truthfully buy his merchandise, his tolerance of you is simply an indirect result of purchased services.

Lastly…. grammatically correct would had been to write, “I notice(d) that the lying bitch 🌌 has disappeared too”.

It was illiterate to combine both the past and present tenses together in a sentence, as was your absence of the definite article “the” preluding a specific noun.

For your insanity to have convinced you that Harry, someone who is known for correcting erroneous grammar, would willingly want to spend time around someone who talks like middle school boy, and whose weak and pathetic vagina and mouth has barely kept any man interested in her, truly redefines delusional.

Perhaps you should start visiting your local health clinic, though?

Clearly your vagina, and mouth, are the only two currencies that you’re going to be using to make it through in life.

No person, not even Harry, is wanting to inhale the funk of a swamp that predates the Civil War, and could be used as chemical warfare.

Then again; the lack of relationships in your life has already proven this to be factually true.

For future shippers, and burner accounts from Olivia’s team… you saw how easily it was for Brian to unmask Deuxmerde’s identities.

The few Olivia and Co. accounts that have been found were not that difficult to track down, as your stealth tactics are child’s play.

You all are more than welcomed to step up to the plate of dissenting opinions, but do be mindful: do not to let your mouths write checks your asses are not ready to cash.

Best believe myself and others will be going to the banks, and CEOs of those asses by the end of our posts.

For everyone else in regards to the last week content: damage control is the name of the game. Desperation of the end, as well.

If Harry wanted to- He WOULD.

If Harry could- He WOULD.

I wrote it weeks before Howard Stern, and will write it again- Harry deems Olivia nothing more than a contractual obligation, and will only acknowledge her within the parameters of business/work.

HE corrected the context in which she was originally posed as from “romance/love” to “work/director”.

Like, damn. If that was not publicly humiliating for someone who has devoted the last year and a half forcing herself to be publicly believed to be someone he is romantically involved with… I don’t know what was.

Perhaps, that is the reason for Olivia’s swollen and distorted face lately? Yes it’s a result of cheap cosmetic procedures, but it’s mainly the scorch of being publicly burned in the worse form.

I’m not going to criticize her stomach, as she did carry two kids. It’s looseness is a culmination of aging, health neglect, and post pregnancy. She most likely is, however, exploiting it to hype up pregnancy rumors. You want to know how Harry would act if she was pregnant? How did he react during every other personal milestone in life?

Right. He didn’t publicize it until AFTER it happened. Same with whenever he decides to start having children of his own. The public won’t know ANYTHING until HE releases an official statement.

No amount of pap walks, “fan sightings”, aimless walks (Seriously: What are you two always walking towards? Are they on a hunt to relocate the pieces of Olivia’s sanity, intelligence, and self worth she lost last year before fall comes?) blinds, coordinated outfits, orchestrated family affectionate moments, couple “vacations”, liking sprees, and all other desperation tactics will ever fix what “Olivia’s boy toy” did last week.

Or on Valentines Day.

Or on her birthdays. Those WERE NOT the floral arrangements that Harry is known to customize for romantic partners. Even close associates. That looked like some tasteless arrangement that screamed, “I’m desperate for romance!”

When Harry’s presence should and would had counted to be seen, he was always “conveniently unavailable” to make an appearance.

Like damn. Holivia isn’t just the circus. They’re the circus, the horror show, the parody of romance, and the self help guide on what not to do, if you want to sell a convincing storyline to the public.

Harry who is known to have fed the homeless, watch strangers’ pets, fit the bill for people who mistreated him, over-generously tip servers, treat fans and strangers as friends, financially help past partners when they were in a bid ….. he didn’t deem it necessary drive to the inn where the “love of his life” was staying, and pick her up before going to the bridge?

Listen I like Harry; it is very telling that he allowed for a WOMAN to WALK alone in a foreign country to his house.

This is the same man who grew up with TWO women in his life, and advises FEMALE fans to demand respect from males who mistreat them.

Not to mention the excessive cell phone usage, and social distancing space that can literally fit the whole cast of CATS.

If anyone is more invested in their cell phones, while in the presence of the one that they “love”… that relationship is completely one sided.

What should all of these visible signs inform you about the current state of “romance” in Holivia’s love story?

What does it tell you about the mutual sign of respect?

What humiliation is next?

Olivia’s extensions being blown away at the DWD’s premiere?

Her botox and injections being too excessive that she’s mistaken for Jocelyn Wildenstein on the red carpet?

Olivia attempting to steal the loaned accessories she wears to pawn for cash, since her precious backend deal will be crumbs?

What little is earned will need to be divided, as promised, to Harry Co. for their time and services given to promote the film and to resuscitate her dead career.

Warner Brothers executives are depending on all of YOU to generate sales.

Shippers account for such a small substrate of the fandom. Harry’s WHOLE fandom is being targeted for DWD’s success. Which does indirectly affects Olivia’s career.

Not to mention the projects she may even up losing, amongst other humiliating consequences that will be publicized.

No. The greatest humiliation will come a few years down the road when Harry releases another album, and actually acknowledges and names the person who inspired it.

No ambiguity, “dodging”, or “how do I answer this question?”.

Simply, “this was/is about my time with ()”.

🌌🌌

[kuranalex]

say 5 FL that you hate/love the most and the same for ML (hate/love) and why

your 10 favorite manga/anime ever and why?

I will answer you in two parts because this will be long and difficult:

Ok, here we go: my top five of heroines

1, my undisputed number one is JUMI (That Summer) I really love her, she is perfect, honest, strong, sweet etc in a very realistic way, i really think she is the best built character I've ever seen, don't get me wrong she is not the typical manga heroine she is on another level.

2. Touma Kazusa (WA2) she is a little more cliché unlike Jumi, but I still love her, I like that she always knew how to keep her dignity, she was loved, but she made a very realistic decision and she is so incredibly talented and I love how the writer reaffirm it over and over again. She is very loyal to me, and although he understands Setsuna, he always says what she thinks, and although I suffer a lot bc the ending, I am happy because they loved each other.

3. Charlotte Eleonor She is a very coherent character, she is always cold, but straight the point and loyal. I like the way she realizes that she is in love for the first time, but she is not the typical corny one, she is incredible, and I love her relationship with Jeffrey

4. Eba Yuzi (Kimi no iru machi) This is one of my favorite mangas, I've read it a thousand times, and I don't know, I like that despite everything she becomes more honest with what she feels and goes for it no matter what, she's sexy and pretty.

5. An Hao (Bringing the Nation's Husband Home) and Chizuru (Hakuoki) there is a tie, I like both, I love both stories, I have read the manga a million times and I have also seen the Hakuoki anime another million times.

my 5 most hated girls:

Misa (Death note) This woman lacks intelligence and dignity, she is the epitome of the ridiculous.

Sekai (school days) this Fucking bitch...she doesn't deserve more, No words.

Rui ( Domestic no Kanojo) I can't stand this woman, I hate her, she is so easier than the table of one, she's a treacherous bitch, always as a lapdog behind that boy.

Nana Hachi (Nana) This girl is so unbearable, she represents everything I hate in a woman, many people justify her by saying she is immature and she only wants to be loved, she is indecisive, cowardly, spoiled, cheesy like no one else, incapable of being loyal, not even with Nana whom she claims to love till death, she is jealous freak and a crybaby unable to face life without a man by her side (I'm sorry eternal, but I can't stand her)

Taiga Aisaka I can't stand how scandalous this girl is, Toradora is one of the worst things I've started to see, but both leading roles are unbearable for me

Hina (domestic no Kanojo) Hina, in the first 100 chapters she was one of my favorite heroines, but then the mangaka blurred her so much that I found her pathetic. The ending of this manga along with its development is the most awful thing I've seen in a very long time.

the second part is more difficult because there are too many boys that I love.

[raineandsky]

Turf Wars

The air sizzled with the heat - the summer sun scorched mercilessly overhead, crushing any productivity of the people caught in its wave. Droves of kids, reddened with sunburn, were lazing in gardens against the low energy afternoon. No other cars were on the road; just him in his van. Perfect timing for his plan to go ahead. 

He slowly pulled forward, making sure the children nearby got a good look as he passed. It wasn’t long before they were all running up to his van despite the heat, desperate for him to open his window. Even as he pulled over for them, he could see more rounding the corner at the end of the street, entranced by the sweet jingle emitting from the truck’s speakers.

Maybe he underestimated how many kids lived down here - he’d have to be quick. Staying here too long could be fatal.

He pulled himself out of the driver's seat and into the back, shoving the window aside to the delight of the small herd of children waiting outside. He pointed to one near the front, assuming that he was there first.

“What you getting?”

The kid grinned in victory at being spoken to first. “A vanilla cone, please.”

His grin only widened as the man passed him a wafer cone, brimming with soft ice cream. He passed him a slightly sweaty pile of coins before turning away and fighting his way out from the crowds forming around the van.

He served the kids as fast as possible, keeping an eye on the roads and breathing a sigh of relief as the horde slowly shrank down. He thought he was going to make it out untouched, the group down to the last five, when the sickly jingle of an ice cream van started up at the end of the road. His stomach dropped, his throat dry as he told the children he’s out of ice cream and that they’d have to come back another day. They all started complaining or crying or throwing a tantrum as he slammed the window shut, staggering in his haste to get into the driver’s seat. He risked a look into his rearview mirror - an ice cream van was trundling up the road towards him, the remaining kids all but sprinting to meet it. It carried on past them though, much to their childish horror, and pulled up behind his own van.

The keys couldn’t turn in the ignition fast enough. It sputtered horrendously to life as a door slammed shut of the van behind him. He didn’t get time to start moving before a hand gave his window a heart-stopping knock. He considered just speeding off, but the other driver had a notepad in her other hand, and he could see his truck’s registration on the open page in bold, offensive letters.

He slowly rolled his window down, but no more than an inch. “Can I help you?” His voice lacked confidence, and the other driver smirked knowingly from the moment he opened his mouth. She couldn’t even give him the dignity of a mutual conversation, her gaze sat lazily somewhere at the end of the street.

“What you doing in these parts?”

It was a question he knew was coming, but hearing it still set his nerves ablaze. He had no explanation this woman would accept, he knew that, so his best bet was to get away with it.

“Well, I’m selling ice cream. That’s what the ice cream van’s for,” he said eventually, the sentence punctuated by a laugh that sounded more pathetic than humoured. The driver's stare finally turned to him, and the look she gave was so scathing that he shrank down a little in his seat as she did. She pointed to her own van parked behind him.

“That’s mine, see? Why do you think I’m round here, hm?”

The man glanced in his rearview mirror again, only just noticing how insanely close her van was to his rear end. The driver waited patiently, clearly expecting an answer.

“I’m assuming you sell ice cream as well…?”

“I do! Well spotted!” The woman gave the side of the truck a sarcastic congratulatory slap, the front cabin rocking with the force. “Now, if I’m here, where would you say I sell?”

This was a trap with no way out. They both knew the answer, and the poor man could only pray this driver had mercy on him when he said it.

“Well… I guess you’d be selling here.”

“Wow, you really are smart, aren’t you?” The woman laughed heartily, shaking her head in amusement before stepping up closer to the window. He had the physical high ground in this situation, but he couldn’t help but flinch away as she did. “So if I’m selling here, you must know this is my turf.”

This didn’t seem like it would come to a merciful conclusion. The man’s only remaining choice was to pray she would stand down.

“Please…” The words came out pitifully deplorable, the driver’s smirk only widened sadistically at his voice. “I have a wife and kids, I can’t lose this.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you roved over my land, shouldn’t you?” The woman pulled a switchblade out of her pocket, and the man squeaked in terror at the sight of it.

“I’m so sorry!” He cried, the words falling out without thought. “It won’t happen again, I’ll leave and never come back!”

The driver hummed thoughtfully, studying the blade in her hand. “Alright, little man. You can go. But if I see you in these parts again, don't expect me to be so kind.”

He only nodded dumbly, revving hard and disappearing down the road with her sugar coated farewell.

The next time he passed was a coincidence. He was simply driving through the street, but kids recognised his van even without the jingle and crowded him with demands for ice cream. He could only get them to disperse by handing out the offending items here and there, desperate to move on as soon as he could. He could see the other ice cream van, sitting quietly at the end of the road, but thankfully it was empty. He huffed in relief as the last kid left, settling into the driver’s seat victoriously and starting the engine.

He only drove half a metre before it became apparent something was wrong - something was scraping painfully on the road as he moved. He got out, agitated at having to stay here any longer than he had to, to round to the other side of his van. His agitation turned to distress to find the cause - a deep slash through the rubber of one of his tyres, a short, handwritten note placed gently over the wound - You play by my rules on my turf.

Word count: 1136

[regatoni1]

~Chapter Fourteen~

You ended up killing about three others you just so happened across. Again, you don't like murdering, but it was the only thing that gave you a sense of security, of normalcy. No matter what you tried, you couldn't get this feeling to subside.

You ended up under a tree, the blood lust you were emitting so thick and full of rage that no one dared get close.

Why was it so easy telling that to Gon and Killua? 

You leaned back against the rough bark wondering, emotionless tears flowing freely down your face.

You had already accepted what had happened to Kiri. You had yourself convinced that none of it was your fault. It couldn't have been. So then, why did it still hurt so much?

If you knew you couldn't do anything, then why did it bother you to this extreme?

"God this is so frustrating!" you screamed, punching the tree behind you, causing it to snap in half.

You had already been through this, the pain, the hurt, and all the goddamned tears. You didn't need to be doing this again!

I shouldn't cry like this, I am not this fucking pathetic!

Wiping the tears furiously off your face, you realized someone was nearby, and you had your bets hedged on the perverted clown.

"What the fuck do you want Hisoka!" you glared at him as you screamed, watching him get closer to you as though your aura wasn't even an issue.

He silently prodded up to you, and wiped the tears off of your cheeks before pulling you into a tight embrace.

Shocked, you were stunned for a moment, before letting yourself break a little more and wrapping your arms around him, holding so tightly as if you let go, you would fall into the pit of despair you were so desperately trying to stay out of.

In all honesty, Hisoka sensed the blood lust and made his way over to look for a fight, but he saw you in such a desperate state, and to his surprise, he had felt hurt, knowing you were going through such pain, and alone.

He came looking for a fight, and ended up trying to finish one inside the head of somebody else.

He had never felt such compassion towards something other than raw power. He was still so new at all of these feelings, and didn't have any clue as to what to do with them.

In this moment, he knew that you couldn't be alone, for you already felt so alone in this world.

Trying to keep any dignity you had left, you slowly started to peel yourself off of his chest. before you could mumble anything to embarrass yourself further, he pulled out a small bag of berries and sat down in front of a tree, signalling for you to join him.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for hours. Once you were finished the berries, the blood that had leaked through your makeshift bandages attracted some hemotropic butterflies.

You admired them, and in a way almost envied them too.

The butterflies were so pretty, the red and pink hues to their wings, their beauty hiding their eager intent for blood. The way their wings flapped in the air, bringing them towards their next injured meal. It was a total yin-yang concept to you. Their beauty screening their darkness.

You envied them for their lack of understanding. They didn't know how beautiful they were, or how dark their nature could be. All they knew was that they had to get to their next source of food. It doesn't matter to them who was bleeding, or what that person had been through prior, but only that the person had what they needed. The butterflies didn't need to kill or hunt, and they solely relied on their senses and a natural selection of sorts.

Looking at Hisoka, you saw a butterfly in the palm of his hand. You admired how the sun shone through it's wings, making it softly glisten. You scrunched your eyebrows as Hisoka closed his hand, but smiled gently as more butterflies flew out of his hand.

You chuckled a bit, the magicians trick slowly making you realize that there were more people in this world who could be genuine, but they were just hard to find. 

Luckily for you, you had found two. Although, you had the impression that the jester sitting next to you was going to be the third. 

"Hisoka?"

"Yes?"

"I- I'm sorry for all the times I was rude to you. You were mostly just trying to help me. To be honest, I probably wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you."

He smiled. After a moment he responded,

"If I'm being honest, I probably wouldn't be here either if I hadn't met you." 

Pensively, you both looked off into the distance, getting lost in your own thoughts.

It seemed aggressive saying what he said, but you honestly had no idea the storm that could brewing in his head. Yes, he seemed perfectly content with his life when you were looking from the outside,  but you had no way of knowing if he was ok on the inside too. A small chuckle escaped from his lips, and you turned to look at him.

"What, you're not going to ask me about it?" he said, his concrete character cracking a little, showing his true feelings just a little.

"No," you responded. His head turned slightly in confusion. "But I'm listening."

Hisoka, for what seemed like the first time in a very long time, was completely unsure. He honestly didn't know if he even deserved your kindness.

Yes, he had helped you in the past, but that was when the sole purpose was to keep you strong so he could fight you. At least he had thought that at the time. But when he went back, and thought under the surface, he realized that maybe he helped you just because he didn't want to lose you.

Now, you were showing him the kind of affection that friends would show each other.

Is that what you were? 

Friends?

"(y/n)?" he asked, unusually nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Are we... friends?"

After thinking for a moment, your unsure thoughts solidified.

Smiling, you responded. "Yeah, I think we are."

[bloodybigshiplucille]

Shame To My Name

With her father's return a new chapter begins for (y/n) Grimes in a world where the dead started walking. Rick and his daughter had quite a troubled relationship in the past but will the apocalypse help them getting closer again? Or will (y/n) get even more distant from her father?

Chapter 1: His Return

„If you think this is bad wait till you start shaving.“ That voice. Hearing his voice is enough to get my blood boiling. The combination with his know-it-all and I-got-every-right-in-the-world-to-be-sitting-here attitude definitely has me wishing for a walker to strive by and making me their lunch. „Tell ya what. Get through this with some manly dignity and tomorrow I’ll teach you something special…“ Of course Carl’s eyes light up at that. „I’ll teach you to catch frogs.“ They’re both eating out of his hands. Carl looks like he’s the rebirth of fucking Jesus Christ himself and Mom is basically drooling at this point. It’s pathetic. And hella disrespectful. The world went to shit only a couple of weeks ago and it hasn’t even been two months since my dad was shot. Sure, my parents weren’t the most perfect couple that has ever graced the earth but holy shit that woman could have at least waited a little longer before hitting the sheets with dad’s best friend. Of course she thinks that I don’t know about it. I’ve always been my parents naive little girl who’s never going to make it in the real world. I once ears dropped on mom and dad when they were talking about me in the middle of the night. While mom was concerned I would never make it into college (which by the way: WHAT? I was 14 years old back then. It’s not like my friends have gotten their acceptance letters to Stanford at that point) my dad only worried about me not finding a man „with that attitude of hers“. Sorry I’m not buying every bullshit people present me and that I used to have an opinion. However, dad made it very clear early on that my opinion didn’t matter… a fact that only got worse when my brother was born. When dad found out he was having a son he was beaming. From that moment on the Grimes family exclusively turned around Carl. I love by baby brother, I really do and it’s definitely not his fault but the older he got the more attention he received and the worse my relationship to my parents got. When Shane told us that dad was shot on duty and got taken to the hospital I felt numb. Mom and Carl started crying but I just stared at Shane like he told me my school caught on fire. I haven’t cried since. „I’ll go take a leak“, Shane announces and starts heading for the forrest. With the new found peace and quiet I return to my book. Even though I am re-reading the same page for the 5th time I have no idea what it’s all about. My mind keeps drifting of to any place anywhere in the world but here. I always imagined hitting the road after graduating. When my mom was concerned about me not getting into college she was right. The only difference is I never wanted to go to college. I wanted to see the world. I wanted to go to Europe. I wanted to fall in love with a hot-blooded Italian in Capri, I wanted to spend most of my evenings drinking wine in Paris while watching the Eiffel Tower sparkle. While my friends’ worst nightmare was ending up as a waiter I wouldn’t have minded a job like that. A job that gave me enough money to survive but wouldn’t demand too much time. I just wanted to live. Now I don’t even know if Capri or Paris still exist or if anarchy has gotten the best of these places. Now most walking creatures are generally lacking blood and I am very far away from ever falling in love with anyone. I’ll probably die without ever being kissed. „Okay, handsome, we’re done here!“ Mom announces and Carl basically jumps up from mom’s grip. „His haircut is looking good, right, (y/n)?“ I could be honest and tell my brother that mom’s an equally good hairdresser as I am a good rocket scientist but why putting effort into being an asshole when the whole world is falling apart? „The girls will be standing in line“, I absent-mindedly say but as I said it’s not like anyone really cares about my opinion. „Can you watch your brother for a little while? I need to take a nap. I’ll be in the tent“, mom states and heads over to our made up camping ground. She’s so obvious. I am 17 years old and she really believes that she can convince me that she’s not going to the

forrest searching for Shane. She actually believes that I haven’t seen Shane winking at her when he left. She believes that I don’t hear them fucking every other night with Carl and me in the tent next to them. „Yeah sure…“ I tell mom and watch her leave. I look around and see Dale on top of the RV eying after my mom. His gaze turns to me and gives me a knowing look. They all know. Everyone knows that my mom didn’t even wait until my dad was officially pronounced dead before she jumped into another man’s bed. Even though our new group feels like a completely dysfunctional family I feel more at ease with them than I’ve ever felt at home. With the world basically ending and the dead walking there’s no expectations left. Nobody gives a shit about what you’ve achieved in your life or what you have done wrong and which expectations you haven’t met. Today is about survival and whether you can contribute to the groups chance of survival or not. We’re all fighting for each other. Everyone’s giving their all to protect the kids of the group, Carl and Carol’s and Ed’s daughter Sophia, and even the clearly very idiotic Dixon brothers are more or less adhering to the group’s rules and laws. „Do you think we will every get to eat ice cream again?“ Carl asks me. It’s his new thing. Asking whether we will do stuff or see certain things ever again. And even though it drives me against a wall I keep on reminding myself that he’s only 12 years old. I want to protect him and the later he realises that we will probably never live an even similar life to our lives before the better. „I don’t know, buddy. I certainly hope so. If you could have ice cream right now which flavours would you take?“ „Probably strawberry. Or chocolate. Oh, or lemon. No wait! Maybe caramel, but also…“ Before Carl can go on naming every flavour he could possibly think of a siren is going off somewhere. I motion for Carl to stop and take a look around. „Dale?“ I shout over to man on top of the RV. „I’ll me damned…“ „What is it?“ Amy asks next to me. „Stolen car is my guess“, Dale goes on watching through his binoculars. The siren is getting louder and you can clearly hear a car coming nearer. „What is going on?“ Mom suddenly asks next to me and Carl. She throws her arms protectively around Carl with Shane, oh wonder, appearing behind her. We see a bright red Dodge Challenger turning the corner and heading straight over to our camp. Its alarm system is going off like crazy, the fact that walkers haven’t appeared yet is nothing but a miracle. The Dodge comes to a halt and the driver opens the door. „Holy crap! Turn that damn thing off!“ Dale starts yelling at a smiling Glenn who turns out to be the driver. „I don’t know how!“ Glenn keeps on grinning like death isn’t literally around the corner waiting for any sound of life. Shane sprints towards the car and opens its hood. The alarm is off within seconds. „Where is Andrea? Is she okay?“ Amy keeps on shouting at Glenn asking for her sister’s whereabouts. „She’s fine! She’s fine!“ „Is she okay?“ „Yes. Yes, she is. Everybody is. Well,… Merle not so much…“ Glenn admits quietly. Somehow it seems like nobody heard that last bit of information because Shane starts yelling at Glenn for driving an alarm system on wheels all the way through the mountains and basically handing us to the walkers on a silver platter. Before their argument can get too heated though a moving truck stops behind the red Dodge. The truck’s engine gets killed and seconds later Morales and Andrea jump out of the truck. Morale’s wife and kids start running for their missed husband and father and Amy starts crying in Andrea’s arms. Moments like these are already a routine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m hella glad Morales and especially Andrea are back save and sound. Andrea really turned into basically a sister for me as well. She’s probably the first person I maybe ever opened up to. I told her about my dreams and aspirations which obviously vanished into thin air but still Andrea listened to them and didn’t judge me. She’s even the first person I’m somehow

comfortable with when it comes to talking about boys… it’s not like that’s a daily conversation between me and my mom, I mean have you seen her taste in men? „It’s good to see you“, I tell Andrea once her sister let go of her. „It’s good to see you, too!“ She says and throws her arms around me. Okay, I’m actually really, really glad she didn’t end up as walker food. „How did y’all got out there anyway?“ Shane breaks the cheerful reunion. „New guy. He got us out“, Glenn replies. „New guy?“ I ask, still in Andrea’s arms. „Oh yeah, he saved us…“ „Hey, helicopter boy!“, Morales shouts. „Come say hello!“ I turn towards the moving truck just when a the door of the driver’s side opens. My breath completely halts when a man closes the truck’s door and turns around. Brown short hair. Blue eyes. Slight stubble. An unmistakable police uniform. All the things I’ve seen before. All the things I’ve known my whole life. The sight I’ve been waiting for for five weeks. The sight I’ve been dreading for five weeks. I’m paralysed. I can’t move, hell, I don’t even feel my legs anymore. I can’t breathe. „Dad!“ I hear Carl screaming. My brother rushes past me, my mother on his heels. „Dad!“ Carl keeps on screaming and starts crying the second he reaches our father. Dad is tearing up, his arms close tightly around Carl. Mom stops a couple feet in front of them. She looks shocked. Happy tears are rolling down her cheeks as she kneels down into her husband’s arms. But I see through her. She might be beaming right now but I definitely haven’t missed the terrified glance in her eyes. Life has just taken another 180 degree turn. I’m still unable to move when my father lets go of Carl and mom and starts heading towards me. All I can do is stare at him. „Hi, peanut“, I hear my dad say before he throws his arms around me. For the first time since the dead started walking I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

[hurting-fictional-people]

whumper 4 & whumpee 14 maybe? :)

Whumper 4: “Let's see what's more important to you. Your dignity, or their safety?” / Whumpee 14: “I'll do anything!”

Okay so I'm trying to do some different things with these prompts, so here, have some team whump for once. And a defiant whumpee because I realized I go for quiet ones way too often 🙃 Anyways, I hope you like it Anon <3

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It’s Whumpee’s fault that they were captured. If Whumpee had been a little faster, a little smarter, Whumper wouldn’t have reached them. If they hadn’t been caught with a blade against their neck, their team wouldn’t have been forced to let go of their weapons and let themselves be captured to save Whumpee’s life.

It is Whumpee’s fault, even if no one dares recognize it. Maybe it’s because they are the youngest member, the one the rest of the team sees as their younger sibling. But the lack of blame on their part does nothing to alleviate the knowledge – if it weren’t for Whumpee, the whole team wouldn’t be locked in a cell right now, hands shackled in front of them and the heaviness of anticipation in the air.

When the door opens, all four of them get up in unison. A true team, Whumpee thinks with a lump in their throat. A true family. One they might’ve ruined.

“So, I see you are all settled in,” Whumper smirks, walking inside with a line of guards close behind. “Have my men been treating you well?”

“Oh yes, feels like a much-needed vacation,” Whumpee replies dryly.

Leader shoots them a warning glance, but all Whumpee can think about is their family’s wrists surrounded by metal because of their failure.

Whumper raises their brows, utterly unimpressed, and looks around the room, eyes wandering through all of them.

“Tell me Whumper, how long did you spend planning this? Did you dream about the moment you’d catch us so you wouldn’t be so alone anymore?” Whumpee smiles, and then wider when Whumper’s eyes slide from Caretaker to them. “I bet it’s awfully lonely here. I mean, who would put up with you? So, my question is: is all of this just so you can have at least a little bit of company you didn’t pay for?” they continue, gesturing at the guards standing against the wall.

The smile on Whumper’s lips doesn’t move, but their eyes grow darker at each word that leaves Whumpee’s lips.

“Whumpee, shut up,” Leader says through gritted teeth.

“But I didn’t finish,” they pout, tipping their head and flashing Whumper a grin. “I was just about to give Whumper some tips. You know, if you want to seem intimidating, you have to work on your tactics sweetie, because right now all you look is pitiful. I’d say you could–”

“Say one more word, sweetie, and I’ll make you pay for each of them with blood,” Whumper says, any trace of a smile gone.

Whumpee only blinks innocently.

“See, this is what I mean, you have to up your captor game, Whumper, you look like–”

“Please excuse them, Whumpee doesn’t know what they are talking about,” Caretaker cuts in, wide eyes locked on Whumper’s. “They do that when they are scared, they don’t mean it. Just tell us what you want for our freedom.”

“What? I am not scared, I'm biting my tongue trying not to laugh–”

“Whumpee stop,” Healer says from their side. It’s barely a whisper, but it carries all of their fear, and Whumpee feels it like a punch to their gut. Their fault. That fear is their fault.

“As I was saying, you look pathetic Whumper, and–”

A hand around their throat stops them this time, pushing them back against the wall with a loud thud. Whumper looks down at Whumpee as they squeeze, only tight enough for Whumpee to know who’s in control.

The team loses it. Three screams sound at the same time and through the corner of their eyes, Whumpee sees Leader, Caretaker, and Healer throwing themselves forward, only to be held back by the waiting guards.

“Go on Whumpee. Tell me all about how pathetic I am.”

They open their mouth, but only a breathless gasp leaves their lips. Whumper smirks.

“Not so funny anymore, huh?”

They open their mouth again, and this time, Whumpee spits right at Whumper’s face – saliva hits and stays on their nose. Whumpee smirks back.

Whumper blinks once before letting Whumpee fall to the ground clutching their throat and fighting for air. They look up just in time to see Whumper wiping the spit away.

“Please, they don’t know what they are doing!” Caretaker shouts, thrashing against the two guards that hold their arms.

With a wave of their hand, Whumper sends one of their guards to grab Whumpee by the arms and pull them up, shoving them toward the door when they don’t resist.

“Whumper! If you want to hurt one of us, take me. Torture me if you will, I won’t fight,” Leader says in a calm voice that barely betrays the fear underneath the words. Whumpee can still see the stiffness on their shoulders and the clenching of their jaw, though. Whumper can too.

“We’ll give you what you want, just don’t touch them,” Healer tries.

Whumper simply turns to the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give them back to you,” Whumper says over their shoulder. “As soon as I’ve taught them a lesson or two on how to treat their betters.”

Whumpee doesn’t look back when their team shouts threats and pleads behind them. The mere idea of how much despair must be etched on each of their faces is enough for Whumpee to feel tears pricking their eyes. They are the reason their team was captured, Whumpee tells themself as they hear the door lock behind their back. It is only fair for Whumpee to be the one to hurt.

They aren’t taken far. A door right beside the cell is opened for them, and all Whumpee does when they are pushed inside is suck in a sharp breath and square their shoulders.

“Where are all the jokes now, Whumpee?” Whumper enters the room right behind them and flips the light switch.

The room isn’t big – it’s about the same size as the cell. The only addition to the new one is a small cabinet on the side and a mirrored wall. Whumpee doesn’t dare look at the stains on the floor that look disturbingly like dry blood.

The guard places Whumpee in front of the mirror, and there they stay.

“Jokes?” they repeat, mock shock lacing the words, “I was trying to help you be a better bad guy and you call it jokes? This is exactly why you look like such a–”

“Say one more word, and I’ll have my men bring Caretaker here instead of you.”

The words die on their tongue, swallowed along with the bitterness of fear.

“Ah. I thought that might be it,” Whumper nods, pacing around the room. “You got them captured and now you want to make up for it, huh?”

“And then people say I’m the one who can’t stop talking,” Whumpee rolls their eyes, trying to ignore the squeeze in their heart.

“Do you see that mirror behind me, Whumpee?” They do. It’s the one right in front of them, of course they do. “That is a one-way glass. Do you know what that means?”

“My team is watching this,” they breathe, looking at the mirror for the first time. Only their wide eyes look back.

“Yes. Pity we can’t hear them,” Whumper takes a step closer, stopping right in front of Whumpee. “Because I bet they’ll scream beautifully when I do this,” they say as their closed fist flies into Whumpee’s stomach, making them gasp and double over in pain.

Whumper chuckles and steps away as Whumpee holds back a moan and leans against the wall to keep standing.

“Now, what are we going to do about all those insults?” Whumper muses, crossing their arms and staring at Whumpee as they fight to breathe.

“How about you let my team fucking go and then–“

“Did I allow you to talk, Whumpee?”

Whumpee looks up and bares their teeth. “I don’t need your permission to fucking talk, you fucking creep.”

“Alright, I know where to start. Whumpee, kneel.”

They only laugh. A genuine laugh, that shakes their shoulders and shoos fear away for the time it lasts. “Yeah, right.”

“You can kneel, or I can whip you until you can’t stand anymore. It’s your choice,” Whumper says.

“And you can kiss my ass. That’s all the choices I’m giving you though,” Whumpee smirks, straightening up.

Their captor sighs, but instead of keeping their promise, they tip their head to the side and smile back.

“Let me rephrase this. Whumpee, kneel, or I can whip Caretaker until they can’t stand anymore. And then I will whip Leader. And sweet Healer last, just so I can hear their lovely screams while the others have their backs ruined.”

The sound of Whumpee’s knees hitting the floor echoes around the room, but it doesn’t hurt as much as the idea of their team being hurt in their place. Neither does Whumper’s laugh.

They only watch as Whumper goes to the cabinet and takes something from the drawer. Something made of leather.

“Put it on,” Whumper says, handing it to Whumpee. They laugh when they look at it, but this time there’s only incredulity in the sound.

“You want me to put on a muzzle?”

Whumper raises their eyebrows.

“No fucking way,” Whumpee says, throwing the thing on the floor.

“Did you know that I can have the air passages to your team’s cell closed, Whumpee?” Whumper looks back over their shoulder at the mirror. As if Whumpee could forget that their family is watching this. As if they could ignore the despair they know they are all feeling. “How long do you think it’ll take until they pass out? How long until the air goes out completely and they start convulsing on the floor, fighting for one last breath that you didn’t allow them to take?”

Tears sting their eyes, and though Whumpee fights them, they can’t help the shiver that runs down their spine.

“I bet they would forgive you. They don’t even blame you for getting caught, do they? But you and I both know that all of this is your fault. You already took their liberty, will you take their lives now too? In the name of what, dignity?”

Whumpee looks down at the muzzle, thrown between Whumper’s feet and their knees. Pictures themself putting it on. They feel sick.

“Guards!” Whumper calls, and pure dread fills Whumpee’s veins.

Whumpee reaches for the muzzle. It feels cold in their hands, but the fear feels even colder when they look up at the mirror, watching themself kneeling on the floor, holding the muzzle in their shackled hands. What is their team thinking? Are they screaming and fighting to get to them? Are they watching in silent horror?

“Let’s see what’s more important to you. Your dignity, or their safety?” Whumper’s eyes are locked on Whumpee’s when they look up.

“If I do this, will you promise me you won’t hurt them?”

“Oh no, I’m not promising you anything, dear. Where did that idea come from? You insulted me in front of my men and my prisoners. Every time you open your mouth I debate cutting your tongue off. Why would I make you any promises?”

“Why would I do this if you'll hurt them anyway?” Whumpee snarls, clasping the leather and clenching their jaw.

“Guards, cut the team’s air off,” Whumper commands, eyes still boring into Whumpee’s with disturbing intensity. Drinking in their panic.

“Wait–”

“On second thought, bring me Caretaker first. I want to see this one scream for their family before they are all dead.”

“Whumper, I’ll–”

“Bring the whip along with them. We’ll have some fun.”

“Whumper, please–”

“What are their lives worth to you, Whumpee? Really? What would you do to save them? Because it sounds to me like you wouldn’t so much as put on a muzzle, so please tell me, what would you do for them?”

“I’ll do anything!” Whumpee yells, choking on the images Whumper painted so, so terribly vividly. On guilt. On love. “I’ll do anything, just don’t fucking touch them.”

“Well, then why am I still hearing your voice?” Whumper croons, nodding at their hands. Though Whumpee can see the amusement in their eyes, all they think about is their team’s screams when they were taken from the cell as they raise the muzzle to their face. With their family's voices sounding in their mind, echoing with each beat of their heart, they find that it isn't hard to do it at all.

It’s with Caretaker’s soft murmurs when Whumpee has trouble falling asleep in their ears that they bite on the bit. Leader’s gentle hands guiding Whumpee to the correct position when they were learning how to fight is the memory that guides them as they fasten the muzzle behind their own head. And it is with Healer’s affectioned smile whenever Whumpee asks them to bandage the most meaningless wounds shining in their mind that they hold still when Whumper places a finger under their chin and tilts their chin up.

“Look,” Whumper whispers, shifting to the side so Whumpee can see their reflection in the mirror. So their team can see it too.

Their eyes shine with unshed tears. They had never realized how small they look when they aren’t using their words to make themself bigger. How their wrists look so very thin surrounded by metal. But there’s only so much Whumpee can look at before their eyes fall on the muzzle.

It covers half of their face, stiff leather locking their mouth shut. They look… defeated. Young. They look so terribly young with that thing covering their mouth, only big scared eyes and empty defiance left.

“So much prettier when you’re quiet,” Whumper sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “Why don’t we work on the lack of respect, now?”

When they unsheathe a knife and let the sharp tip shine near Whumpee’s face, they can’t help but pull away with a scared whine. The guards are there in an instant to hold them still as Whumper laughs out loud and presses the blade against Whumpee’s chest, delighting in their muffled screams as it draws a line of blood across their skin.

On the other side of the mirror, though Whumpee can't hear them, their team screams themselves hoarse as they watch Whumpee’s blood run and pool around them. They don’t stop even after Whumpee is left in a bloody, sobbing heap on the floor for them to stare at.

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Prompts from this list

[starshipsofstarlord]

Dark Inside

Pairing | Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary | she’s locked away, by the orders of the government. And you are the guard that is chosen with the responsibility of taking her to shower. Surely nothing unprofessional could unfold...

Warnings | nudity, smut, its a little dark I guess idk, shower sex, brief mention of infection, oral sex (fem receiving obvs), fingering, swearing

Requested ✖️

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“Maximoff, get up.” You barked at the convicted avenger, whom kept her head down, staring at the cement floor of her cell. You rapped your hand against the door of her cell, as her head tilted towards you. It was her fault she was here, not yours, there was no reason for you to pity the strange woman, for her actions had come with consequences, and she knew of them before she decided to stand against the governement. “Now, I won’t ask again.”

It was a warning, and she fully understood that, no matter if her ability to read minds was restrained. That collar, metal and encrusted with a luminous red light, prohibited her from bewitching any one or any thing. Her arms were also bound together, limiting the possibility of her escape. She was the perfect prisoner, pretty and withheld, unable to exhume damage across the world, as she previously had done.

Wanda slowly came to stand, her eyes filled with emptiness as she slowly strode to the door, which you came around to. Hastily, you pulled it ajar, watching as her teammates converted their protective eyes towards you, wary for their friend. You hardly paid them mind as you escorted Maximoff through the walls of their holding, and through the corridors.

She plodded, like a barren mare, eyes sullen and downcast as you escorted her past the empty halls, and towards the shower room, where you lightly shoved her forward, lightly smirking as she did not struggle against the pressure you enjoyed roughing her up with. Out of all the government official inmates, she was by far your favourite. Her mouth remained shut, no sounds left her defined cheeks, all emotion was tucked away, in that blue suit that constricted her.

“Alright Maximoff, let’s get you out of this tight number.” You smirked at your own words, your hands pulling at the blue gear that kept her arms folded. As you stripped her, you could not help but let your hands scrape her pale sides, running down her waist as you pushed the navy suit down, keeping the collar on of course, as you reached behind her, watching as her breasts lightly bounced from the action.

Next to be removed were her panties, her feet shuffled as you dragged the material down, feeling as your eyes bore into her pussy lips, though you didn’t keep your gaze up for long. Instead of staring at her pretty cunt, you stood and tapped her ass. “Forwards girl.” She obliged with the action, moving slowly under the shower head, wrapping her arms around herself as you reached around her, your covered breasts pressing against her back as you turned the spray of water on.

As you moved away, you noticed how she tried to keep her modesty, not changing her stance of having her back turned to you. Her hands slowly raked through her dark hair, stroking the grease out of the strands as you watched, as was your job to do. Her back was thin, yet strong. She had held onto so much throughout her life, supporting her team, and that amounted to nothing more than declaring her a sentence.

People saw Wanda as a danger to society, here she was safe from causing more pain upon the world, restrained from reigning damage upon the earth. It had been ten minutes of her pathetically grazing her body with her shy fingertips, her attempts to cleanse herself were poor. “We don’t have all day inmate, if you want to actually be ridden of all that sweat and dirt that you’ve collected whilst being contained in that bag that clothes you, I suggest you get to scrubbing. Quickly.”

From you words, Wanda gulped, though nevertheless began to massage her knuckles on the midst of her chest, down to her stomach, and... she felt almost sick as she was about to wash the most private part of herself in front of someone. But she had no choice if she didn’t want to guarantee herself the severe cost of an infection down under.

Taking in a calming breath, that did little to actually calm herself, Wanda cupped her mound, lightly rubbing, her body jolting at how sensitive she was. A shuffling alerted her ears from behind, and she watched you kick her restraint suit lightly, her head prompting its gaze over her shoulder.

“Time is up, get dried and dressed.” The words sounded like a curse free falling from the curve of your lips. She didn’t want to be returned into that box, until the next time she required to use the lavatory, or her every other day shower. It was more constructing than the clothing that she was forced into, the four walls caging her in like a wild animal on show for children to see.

“Can’t I just have a couple more minutes?” Her voice was rough, sounding like seething sandpaper, for she had not used it in weeks. She usually spoke to no one, and thus it was a surprise when she finally did, more so when it was you.

“I have a tight schedule.” Your teeth gritted as you tutted deliberately at her enquiry. “But if you want my help to allow you bask in there a little longer, it’s gonna cost you, baby girl.” The sound and context of your voice made the young woman shudder, aware that your silent suggestion was an invitation for something deeper, and not one for the light hearted to take up on.

But she never considered herself weak at the knees from emotions, not anymore. There had been too much pain, and too many losses to think of herself as such. She could get through this, coil into your offered whim, or she could keep her dignity in tact, though it wouldn’t be complete for she would still remain tangled with her own dead skin clinging onto her for dear life.

“What do you want?” Her accent, which had somewhat faded a smudge, rang through your ears, making you curiously squint at her. But you said nothing, instead, pulling your shirt over your head, cocking your neck at the woman as her eyes went wide, seeing you be so forwards with your intent.

“I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate Maximoff.” You spoke as you kicked your boots off, toying with your belt, as your eyes denied to leave her bare skin. “Why don’t you turn around, so that I can see that lovely little bush I expect you’re growing.” She wasn’t sure if your words brought her somewhat comfort, or had her skin crawling, there was now a thin line between the two.

Nevertheless, the woman turned, blessing your eyes with her full silhouette. She was admittedly beautiful, especially out of her restraints, except of course, that heavy metal collar that forbade her from using her scarlet witchery. “Come closer, I’m not the one here that supposedly bites the hand that feeds.”

As her body spiralled around, to give you a clear and overall view of her body, you couldn’t admit to yourself that you were impressed. You had been right, there were hairs beginning to peak out of her skin, and her breasts, well they were like balanced bowls of water, awaiting for someone to drink from them.

At your words, Wanda gulped, though she did not stop moving, she instead, paced her feet forwards, not withholding her motions as came to stand before you, nervously licking her lips as she watched you toy with the waistband of your bottoms. It was uncertain if you were teasing her or yourself, though she figured that she best not complain, you were the one in charge here, and one step out of line could leave all her efforts for nothing.

Eventually, after moments of nerve wrecking and pent up expense, you dragged the cargos down your legs, showing her the blankness of your grey underwear. Grey was an understated colour, she saw it all around; from the falling of her country, to the walls that the government had encased her within. But this particular shade, encompassed quite literally against your skin, making her no longer envision it as a dull exterior, but instead an exciting barrier that concealed all the goods beneath its plain material.

Without instruction, Wanda dismissed herself unto her own knees, collapsing her weight down upon the back of her thighs as she tucked her hands around the back of your shins, her green eyes boring up at you, as she pressed an experimental kiss upon your thigh. “Go on Maximoff, earn yourself that extra shower time.” You kicked your panties off, leaving your bottom half bare to the enhanced woman, rolling your shoulders back as you took a steady breath through your nose.

Your fingers cascaded through her long locks, gently tugging her closer, forcing her to breathe in your scent, before her tongue darted out, licking a fine line along the outside of your lips. A frown settled upon your face at her obvious lack of knowledge when it came to pleasing a woman, though you allowed her to continue to explore herself, holding your lip between your teeth as you hungrily stared down at her.

“Good girl.” You coaxed her as she allowed her eyes to lightly flutter, her fingers, small and agile, reached up to part your pussy open, allowing her more access to what was behind its curtains. “Focus on the clit Maximoff, uses your fingers too.” Instead of your instructions leaving you as orderly, as you had planned them to pass in your head, they heaved from your chest in a breathy whisper.

Wanda complied with your verbal assistance, circling her warm and wet tongue around your special bud, rotating it around in her mouth as she pulled the pink ball of flesh into the confines of her mouth, striking it with rolls of her spinning saliva. Her hand trailed down from your lips, rubbing the pads against your slit, as you leant your head back, her nailed digits moving towards your entrance.

Her fingers fumbled, as one tried to surpass the entrance of your pussy, but slipped, only for her to try once more, succeeding to have your cunt swallow her digit into its lubricated depths, suctioning it within the confines of your walls. “Fuck, you’re not terrible at that inmate.” It wasn’t supposed to come across as a compliment, rather it was a noted observation to yourself. Though Wanda still muffled a moan against your mound, pumping her finger in and out of your walls.

Her administrations sped up, causing you to clench around her ravaging fingers, that albeit messy and irregular with their movements, were bringing you closer to fulfilling your satisfaction. It was wrong, to get off using the aid of an inmate, but she was far too compelling to just leave to her own innocent devices, alone in that little cell of hers. “Fuck.” You came over her face and fingers, rutting your hips as she lapped up your sweet nectar.

Once you had rode your orgasm out, you shoved her head away, falling down onto the tiles, and laying her down, spreading her legs wide as you by palmed at her perfect breasts. “Such a gorgeous little cunt. I knew that you’d get off on this, there’s a tantalising darkness to you, and that is what pulled me in.”

Your palms caressed her thighs, stroking soothingly down the parting of her legs and her centre piece, throwing your face between her revealed boudoir, trailing your tongue in quick motions up and down the expanse of her cunt, your fingers running languidly upon her swollen clit.

The fuzz from her growing hairs rubbed against the bottom of your face, but you cared not about the natural order of her body; in fact, it was kind of sexy. Your tongue entered her, slipping through her folds as you tasted everything that she had to offer you, tracing the shapes of figure eights within her flushed walls, your cheeks pressing against the insides of her cheeks.

“Oh my gosh.” Another few words that fell from her open mouth, her hands grasping the solid slate of the floor, as her hips lightly bucked up into your mouth, strings of moans dribbling off her tongue. “I- I-“ you soothed her thigh, confirming that it was okay, and all she had to was release all the tension building up within her.

And with that, she spilled, her swarm of essence falling onto your tongue, as your tongue eased out of her cunt, raking up the length of her pussy, cleaning up the mess that you had made of her.

“Looks like you’re gonna need another shower Maximoff.” You smirked, as you pulled your mouth away from her dripping cunt, her juices painting your rabid smirk in the most beautiful resolution. “I’ll let you have that extra time now.”

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72. “That is kinky even by my standards…”

I wanted to take a break from writing today but I needed the distraction and also I've been thinking about this one since the moment I saw the ask. I love this a lot and I hope you do too!

-> blood, violence (does this count as sm?), degradation and feelings

Russia hissed when America's hand hit his face, slapping it hard. Another mark on his already flushed cheek. He would have rubbed it to sooth the stinging pain, if it wasn't for his hands being tied behind his back.

"Say it."

The hint of danger in America's voice made Russia shiver, his naked body trembling. He felt so small on his knees, compared to the man standing before him.

"SAY IT."

Russia was panting, his head hanging low. He shook it slightly.

"Net."

America gripped his chin, forcing Russia to look up at him.

Blood dripped from Russia's nose. He made a gurgling noise when America clenched his jaw a little harder before he slapped his face another time. A moan dropped from Russia's lips, making the edge of America's lip turn upwards.

America snorted. If it hadn't been for Russia's hard cock twitching and jerking with every slap, he would have been concerned by the single tear running down Russia's cheek.

When America's polished boot nudged his cock, Russia grinded his teeth. He wouldn't give America the satisfaction of openly showing how much he enjoyed this again.

"You're pathetic. I've got your body, your mind, your dignity. You don't have anything else to lose and still you won't talk?"

America gradually pressed his boot harder against Russia's leaking cock, traces of precum glistening on the polished black leather. At one point Russia hissed and tried to shuffle away to avoid the pain, but his bound hands and numb legs didn't allow for much movement.

Seeing the great Russia so helpless only spurred America on to push him a little harder, drive him a little further. His curiosity about Russia's reactions was endless.

America grabbed Russia's mess of hair to keep him in place, now he couldn't avoid America's boot pressing his cock against his lower stomach, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain that Russia could hardly comprehend. But he couldn't let America know how good it felt.

He spit on his boot. Blood and saliva mixing with the drops of precum that had already soiled them.

"Big mistake."

Russia turned his gaze upwards, eyes wide. America was way too calm for his liking and only wiped the fluids onto his thigh.

"A- America?"

His voice was hoarse from not talking in a while. He felt the grip on his hair tighten again, leaving no room for him to move at all.

"Since you don't want to talk and only use that filthy mouth to anger me, we might as well put it to better use."

Russia watched America undo his jeans with one hand, the bulge in his boxers not leaving much to the imagination. He tried to break free from America's hold, but it only hurt his already exhausted body without achieving anything.

"Open your mouth."

Reluctantly, Russia did as he was told. Parting his lips while America pulled his jeans and boxers down to reveal his throbbing erection. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the precum around the tip before pulling Russia's head closer.

"Suck it."

Russia looked up at America, not able to hide a slight smirk before America pushed into his mouth with a moan, nearly making him choke. He quickly adjusted to the familiar feeling, now sucking and licking whatever part of America's cock he could reach without his hands.

"You still don't want to say it?"

"Mh-mh."

The vibrations of the hummed 'no' around America's cock made him moan again, bucking his hips and fucking into Russia's mouth. When he hit the back of Russia's throat repeatedly, tears welled up in his eyes from the lack of oxygen.

Russia wiggled his arms, trying to free them, but it was no use. The action only put a smirk onto America's face. He pulled Russia onto his length, holding him at the back of his head so he wouldn't be able to draw back. He watched the man to his feet starting to panic when he wouldn't let him breathe.

"Oh? What's that? Do you have something to say?"

Russia tried to protest, but the vibrations coming from his throat only pushed America closer to the edge of his climax. After a few more seconds he pulled Russia's head away, letting go of him completely.

Russia caughed, panted, his breath heaving to a point where America got concerned, before noticing his leaking, twitching cock, dark in colour, begging for release.

America was achingly hard, saliva dripping from his dick as he once again grabbed Russia's chin. His eyes were wild and desparte while Russia's unfocused.

"Say it. You know what I want to hear. Say it and I'll let you cum."

Another tear rolled down Russia's cheek as he slowly nodded. He took a shuddering breath before focusing his eyes onto what was happening before him. He watched America stroke his cock while still holding onto his chin.

"America!"

Russia tried to turn his head away. Wasn't it enough that he was tied up, naked, bloody?

"SAY IT!"

The movement of America's hand around his cock sped up, the grip he had on Russia's chin got harder. He was close.

Russia took a shuddering breath before looking into America's eyes.

"America, I love you."

The last word had hardly left Russia's lips when he already felt hot cum shooting onto his cheeks. He moaned at the feeling and suddenly felt the cold leather of America's boot grazing his cock again. It was only a slight touch, but enough to make him cum with a groan that resembled America's name.

Sticky ropes of cum were left all over his stomach, the boot and the floor as well as America's on his face. Russia nearly collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for America to catch him. The rope around his wrists and legs was quickly removed and suddenly Russia found himself soaking in a hot bath with America behind him, holding him close.

"'I love you', huh?" America's voice pulled Russia from his reverie.

He shrugged. "You wanted me to say something. And you came to me saying I love you. That is kinky even by my standards…"

America snorted and placed a kiss onto Russia's shoulder. "I guess you're right." He pulled Russia closer for him to lie on his chest and kissed the top of his head. "And I love you too."