random :33 5, mostly dark, drabbles i wrote in 10min each.. helen is kinda sick & out of it, so forgive?;; i didn't feel like writing BUT discipline is important.
TWs: cheating, implied suicide, implied murder, hard kinks, BDSM, restraints, kidnapping, etc.
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1. death rattle // kenrietta * pre-smut
-> based on the scene from fight club
cigarette smoke drifts in front of his face as he exhales. he has the landline phone nestled in the crook of his neck, pressing against his ear, and twirls the cord around his fingers, waiting for her to pick up. "hello?" his sweet henrietta's voice rings out. he can hear siouxie blaring in the background. "are you home, morticia?" she sighs, "y'know i hate that nickname, kenny." "so, are you?" he ignores her complaint. "ahuh. why?" "because i'm going to kill myself..." he purrs. "ha-ha. we both know that's not possible." "the process is... i've tried it before. of course, i still revive after." "oh, really? well, that's interesting..." she trails off. "have you ever heard a death rattle, darling?" "n-no? what does that mean?" "it's a noise that comes from a dying person who's too weak to cough anymore..." "oh." is all she says. "come over, sweetie. i'm getting the pills together right now." she sighs, "my morbid curiosity will always get the best of me, i suppose..."2. junkyard hookup // crenny & creek
it was midnight, and darkness surrounded the truck. all that craig would've been able to make out, if he were paying attention, was the vague silhouettes of the other vehicles in the junkyard. the only light came from the camping lantern ken had put on the dashboard. craig sat upright in the driver's seat, panting, as ken clung on to him. the noiret tilted his head up and shoved his tongue inside his mouth, wanting to dominate both his holes. the blonde rocked his hips steadily, craig's member deep inside of him, and craig dug his blunt nails into his hips, helping move him up and down. there was shuffling outside, but neither heard it until all of a sudden there was a scream.
both whipped their heads around to the source of the noise. tweek stood, shining a flashlight into the car with wide, unstable eyes. in his shaking hand, he pointed a silver pistol at the two.3. roll over // stendy & style
kyle's legs were wrapped around stan's waist as the man thrusted into him. he brought his hands up and pulled stan down into a kiss, moaning against his mouth. in the midst of making out, stan yanked away and stared towards the bedroom door, making kyle freeze. they both heard the sound of a car parking outside. "stan??" kyle whispered in a panic, eyes wide, "you said she was working late!!" "she's supposed to be!!" he whisper-yelled back. "fuck, fuck, fuck." kyle rolled out from underneath stan. "what do i do!!?" keys jostled in the apartment's door. "under the bed!" kyle grabbed his clothes from the ground and rolled underneath the bed, as stan quickly dressed. "honey!" wendy's voice rang out. "h-hey, wendy!" stan's voice was slightly panicked. under the bed, kyle could see wendy's socked feet as she entered the bedroom. "what's wrong, babe?". "n-nothing, just surprised you're back so soon!". "oh, well, i wanted to surprise you for your birthday!". kyle's stomach dropped, seeing wendy's shirt drop to the floor.4. ribbons // ? x heidi
? sat below on the couch, masturbating, while staring up at the beautiful form above. heidi hung suspended, her wrists shackled in metal cuffs connected to the chains that stretched to hooks in the ceiling. another set pressed into her ankles so her legs were forced to be spread. over her bare, pale skin was a pattern of ropes, entwined with plum colored ribbons. they matched the beanie on her head, the only piece of clothing she had on. tears spilled down her face, and small whimpers could be heard behind the magenta fabric secured in her mouth. ?'s eyes slide over her body with pride, admiring their work. beneath her right breast was the leftover sketch of human teeth. it was a deep bite and bruised purple. another was in the crook of her waist on the left and another on the inside of her right thigh. a dildo was pressed up into her entrance. if her grip loosened and it fell from between her legs, she would be beaten within an inch of her life.5. kiss, marry, kill // kyman, kyle x stan or kenny * pre-smut
kyle leaned his head as far back against the chair as his constraints would allow. he felt his heartbeat in his throat as the knife bit into the sensitive skin of his neck. "are you excited, kahl?" eric purred into his ear. he didn't answer, which made the other man sigh. "since you're being a childish brat, we're going to play a children's game." kyle stayed silent. "who will you kiss, marry, and kill, kahl? obviously, you're going to marry me, but you can choose the other two's fate." he gestured vaguely behind him at kenny and stan, who were also tied to chairs, but with duct taped over their mouths. both of their eyes said the obvious: they were scared shitless. "w-what?" kyle's voice finally comes out, hoarse. "you're going to kiss- no, actually, you're going to fuck one of them, because i'd like to see that. afterward, i'll release him. then, you're going to take this knife i'm holding and shove it in other's throat." tears slid down kyle's face. "y-you can't-" he stuttered. "i can. and i can also alternatively kill BOTH of them." he snarled, a sick grin plastered on his face. "your choice."---
a/n: i've been really chill/vanilla with the stuff i upload bc i don't wanna get banned !! again. but i'm kinda f*cking feening 2 write some of my regular sh*t too (i write horror, supernatural, sci-fi, etc. usually)... so,,, expect some stuff snuck in. i will ALWAYS put tw's tho. f*ck that "it's spoilers" mentality, toooooo goddamn bad, baby</33 blinks.
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