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mariatesstruther · 3 months

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okay but wait @bumblepony u GENIUS. you gave me an idea:

mariatommy step up au

in which pro-dancer maria miller is in desperate need of a waltz partner for the american dance championships. to her rescue comes tommy miller, the younger and more troublesome and secretly phenomenal swinging-dancing brother of famous ex swing-dancer, joel miller

guess what i did 😋 i made it long

so we start with pro-dancer maria miller as she wins as many dance titles as she possibly can, trying to prove to her mother that quitting law school for dance was worth it. she’s already been taking home a fuck ton of titles as a ballet and lyrical soloist, but lately she’s been interested in smooth forms of ballroom, like the waltz and tango

a good friend of hers, frank, has been her partner for three months, and they’ve been unbeatable so far. literally every competition she they shows up at, other dancers will groan and rolls their eyes like “aw come on bro this is unFAIR” because they already know who first place is going to: maria motherfucking miller. every goddamn time

then, four titles in and two months away from their biggest competition, frank tragically breaks an ankle doing some stupid gardening shit with bill. and it is exactly that: a tragedy. he’s maria miller’s partner, and now he can no longer be that. he might as well be a dead man

frank makes bill tell maria, both because it was his idea to have sex do work in the garden and because he’s too scared to. when he does, she cusses him out so bad that, for once in his life, he has no grumpy smartass response. maria is fucking pissed—because that entire competition, that title, that trophy is supposed to be fucking hers. they already have the perfect choreography, the perfect costumes, the perfect music, the perfect everything. she’s already made space on her awards wall for the crown, the sash, and three-their trophy. this is a batrayal, frank. how could he do this to her????? how could he?????

but maria miller does not dwell on problems: she fixes them. she has replace bill or withdraw from the competition—which she has never done in her entire life. withdrawing, like losing, is not an option. she needs another partner, and she needs one fast

of course homegirl tess would come through—her best friend, retired fellow dancer, and one of the most reputable talent managers in the region. maria calls tess hoping to get in touch with her ex-partner, joel miller, because she wants only the best. he’s known and respected in the dance world as an amazing swing dancer and phenomenal lead in partner-work—much to her chargrin, unfortunately, he’s not dancing anymore. he’s apparently too busy with a new baby, which—great, beautiful, kids are great—does not help her. maria needs someone available, someone good, and someone now

enter tommy miller 🤠 who maria is at first not even willing to consider, because he’s never danced competitively in his entire fucking life (“are you fucking with me, tess? are you trying to fuck with me? i thought we were past the point of fucking with eachother. i though we were friends.” she says, when tess tells her. she gets an eye-roll in response)

to his credit, tess tells her, he’s been dancing alongside his joel all his life. he’s watched him and learned from him and is apparently just as good—he’s even danced with tess, and he impressed her. this impressed maria. when she asks tess why he hasn’t done anything officially to actually prove himself, tess says he’s “not the competitive type,” which is a major turn-off. maria is more than the competitive type—she’s the competition entirely.

still, tess convinces her to give him a chance. they basically meets blind-date style because tess is just like “dude just trust me trust me TRUST ME. meet him at our studio on saturday and freestyle with him. one song. then tell me what you think”

so maria goes, and she waits. she’s dutifully ten minutes early, as she is to every rehearsal. what would be five minutes before their meet time, she hears the studio doors open behind her and lets herself be only a little pleased that he is early. then she turns around to him—and boy, is she very much so pleased

tommy is broad-shouldered and well-dressed and tall, but not too tall, and well-groomed for a man—especially with one with so much hair. my god, just this man have a beautiful head of hair. as admires him, she also appreciates that (aside from his audaciously hot suede fur-lined jacket and cowboy boots, lord help her), he look’s ready to dance: black loose muscle tank, black breathable joggers, and black sneakers held in his left hand. in his right hand, to her suprise, is a single red rose.

is he fucking with me? she immediately thinks. a rose. a fucking rose?

“what’s that for?”

“uh, the rose? it’s—,” he hesitates, clearly thrown off guard. somehow, with only three measly words, maria notices that his voice is nice and low and gravely and— “it’s for you, ma’am. you’re maria, right?” —southern and sexy and distracting. his voice is far too distracting. it will present problems for her.

“right. i’m maria,” she repeats, mostly to remind herself who she fucking is—maria fucking miller. maria miller, who does not get distracted by tall sexy cowboys at dance rehearsals. “you’re tommy?”

“yes, ma’am.” he has to stop. he has to stop with the ma’am thing. it’s another distractor.

no distractions. she’s at a rehearsal, albiet an unofficial trial one. it is still a rehearsal—one for a competition that she will win.

maria straightens her shoulders, gets her head on straight, and steels her voice to say coldly: “well, tommy, i don’t like flowers. i like trophies. you think you can get me one of those?”

at that, tommy smiles as bright as the sun, white and pearly and perfect. distraction number three. she’s fucked. “i reckon i can,” he says, amused and sure.

“then prove it,” she responds, voice still steely. “let’s dance.”

and they do

for @bumblepony for your amazing writing as always and @marceltheshellwithflipflopson for your loveliness and inspiration and @clickergossip wifey and @ameerawrites miss u baby and @liveandletcry23 MISS U CAT and @hypnotisedfireflies because the work youve been doing with IO????? INCREDIBLE????? its been making me want to get back to writing so bad

all my mariatommy truthers love u guys kiss kiss kiss

#hiatus WHO #hiatus WHERE #maria being a super intense type a dance type who wants NO distractions and NO funny business: 👩🏾‍🏫😤💃🏾#tommy who is a broad tall sexy distraction that LOVES funny business: 🤠🕺🏽😋#the way this took me way too long i definitely need to edit and post this #bumble u really did something to me earlier i hope this returns the favor kiss kiss #step up au #idk if this is the plot of step up tbh #i think it counts #tommy x maria #maria miller #tommy miller #tess servopoulos #bill and frank #bill and frank finally being in one of my aus just for me to break franks leg 😭😭😭 sorry bro #tess x joel #there is a joeltess subplot in here somewhere i swear #their dance/love story would be the perfect prequel #and then they get back together in the sequel #OMGGGG #WAIT I CAN MAKE THIS A THREE PARTER IF I REALLY DEDICATE MYSELF #okay might do a dance au weekend #dance tag #tlou #tlou au #the millers #the tipsy bison #joel miller #even though hes not technically in this at all lets tag him for vibes #i didn’t finish my onboarding but i dont care lmfao i got all week

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nocturnalzhagreus · 3 days

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《CW : EYESTRAIN, HORROR IMAGERY》

"He said that he was grateful for my participation for the better future of G2. Thats glad to hear, because I finally get to have some use"

(From a ripped journal entry found near the south rear exit)

I did made small comics relating her job and some lore crumbs....but again, formal agendas :">

Bonus ;

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goodluckdetective · 1 year

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I’m not trying to dunk on anyone’s interpretation or head canon, but I’m always really thrown when people write Cass and Jason as close. Because in my mind, their relationship is the hostile sibling dynamic of the Bats.

Like yeah, Damian and Tim fight but it’s mostly due to misunderstandings and petty shit. Jason and Cass disagree on like, moral ideology. People talk about Bruce being a stickler for the no killing rule, and he is, but Cass is just as dedicated to it. Is she going to be chill with Jason’s “sometimes murder is okay” policy? Fuck no! If anything, she’s going to be harsher about it because she expects him to do better when he’s wearing a bat on his chest (which he does on occasion ). And she’s going to be in his face about it because that’s who she is! She will beat up every monster in Gotham for an answer, she does not give up. So what that he died? She did too, TWICE.

And Jason? You seriously think he’s going to be cool with Cass’ “no murder ever” rule? He’s going to see it as self righteous at best! Cass’ “You can change?” quote? Jason thinks that’s naive. Sure, some folks can change but some don’t want to. What about then? What about her bio father? (Which is a low blow but Jason thinks he can talk given his own bio dad). If Cass wants to keep from killing, fine, but if she expects him to let the worst people keep hurting others than good luck. She died in a fight she knew the stakes of: he died at 15 by his mom betraying him. It is not the same.

Anyway, I think these two should openly be 30 seconds from a fist fight at all times when Jason’s on the outs. They make Tim and Damian on their worst days look like best buds. Dick isn’t touching this situation with a 10 foot pole. Bruce is caught in the middle and considers getting lost in time for a weekend.

#iz rambles #cassandra cain #Jason Todd #Cass will make Jason’s life hell and he will return the favor #batman #dc comics #Batman comics #I love them both but if I locked them in a room together the room would not survive

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onlyafoolformyships · 2 years

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Charlie: Those pants look dope

Dean: Right? Oh my god

Charlie: I bet they'd look better on the floor in cas's room

Dean: Are you......hitting on cas.....for me?????

#spn #dean winchester #supernatural #castiel #supernatural angels #incorrect dean winchester quotes #incorrect spn quotes #spn crack #spn incorrect quotes #destiel #charlie bradbury #CHARLIE WOULD JUST BE LIKE YOU FLIRTED FOR ME SO IM RETURNING THE FAVOR #yes I'm still thinking about them okay #i cannot move on its a fucking chokehold atp #source: ig #would've done it with sam but i miss my first love charlie Bradbury

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bugeyedfreaks · 5 months

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[me periodically checking my inbox for more surprise asks from that character ask game]:

#I checked again and thought about this face of his lollll #he is me #anyway the asks keep popping up and every time I am pleasantly surprised!#genuinely have loved thinking about some of the characters I don’t normally obsess about #but I would also be fine answering more questions about the ones my brain doesn’t shut up about #I’m just saying you are all providing me with entertainment lately and hopefully I am returning the favor #ask game

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dutybcrne · 5 days

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Thinking abt Taru fresh out of the Abyss, out with his siblings and spotting a rabbit or small animal. Instincts & habit kicking in ( those seldom lasted long in the Abyss, get it while he can, bring it to share with Master- ), him immediately setting to hunt and kill the creature then proudly bringing it back to his family, all smiles and blood-spattered, and being utterly thrown by the fact that he was not met with mildly disinterested praise, but sheer horror instead-

#hc; tartaglia #blood mention tw #animal death mention tw #//Happens only ONCE #//Bc ONCE was enough to really make him realize he can't HAVE what he had in the Abyss anymore #//In some ways; it's a good thing; he supposes. He now won't have to worry about what & when he'll eat next #//Won't have to worry abt being stalked and ambushed by creatures that would give most anyone nightmares (he sure as hell has them)#//But now; he's just been so Altered from how he used to be #//He's restless; body honed to attack and defend from the monstrous threats he's dealt with all that time #//He's got a battlelust no one could ever hope to match; bc those harrowing experiences truly got to the point of THRILLING him #//He MISSES the way his Master looked after him; being treated so softly is just TOO much now #//Prolly had moments where he just had a total disconnect from his family; just couldn't really bond with them again until after he enliste #//Though I like to think maybe he was able to with his younger sibs; bc they were too young to Get the rammifications of what happened #//Lil Teucer always smiling so bright like the sun; when the others look at him with hopelessness or despair; always asking for stories #//Anthon; always trying to get in his arms; whenever he starts dissociating or makes a face bc the elder family members upset him some way #//Tonia; helping fix him up when he comes home after a brawl; her scolding the only he really listens to; him pledging to be her knight #//Him damn near resigning himself that they might be the only ones who love him after everything (he doesn't realize that's not true)#until he gets enlisted & becomes a Harbinger. His more 'behaved' self in their eyes being palatble enough for things to slowly return to #'normal'; even if they can all tell (save maybe the youngest ones) that something is still Off about him. But it's FINE; all FINE; now #//'Better than before'; they would say #//Which is why he would place SUCH value and favor on a partner that GETS that part of him. Who would ENABLE him rather than restrict #//He wouldn't ask for them too; but he will NOT let them go; EVER; once he realizes

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intertexts-moving · 1 year

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eating your tyk liveblogs with a spoon <3 they are SO funny and your takes are so good

ahh hi!!!!! hskdkdfjvd oh that makes me so happy i'm SO glad someone is enjoying my pain at least <3 tyty though i'm enjoying tyk so so much... insane novel. doing new and unusual types of things to my brain. god.

#this is just fuel for me 2 post even more unhinged wenzhou meta.... also thank u sm.. very kind. i love watching people consume media i like #so i try to return the favor ever time i get into a thing LMAO <333 #if yr ever wanting to id love 2 hear some of yr tyk thoughts btw!!! i think it was yr zzs guy who is a shell game post that made me go ok #fuck. i should read this shouldn't i. hsjsdkffkd #oh also! u are... mutual.. (whoa cool) mutuals get. their own named tags! if u would like!#does #gC tag!#work or is there a name or smth youd prefer? :0

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bluesunsdusk · 1 year

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An omium lay desolate and isolated, sectioned off by security detail. Helix Security had mad a lot of effort to make sure no one could enter any of the still-standing omniums after the incident that destroyed a portion of the Australian outback. Most people never entered the complex, leaving it susceptible to damage from neglect and pests. Some omniums that had managed to evade detection before the end of the crisis became dusty and overgrown, causing a hazard for the fusion cores a few still had. So, perhaps, this fate where it was guarded was preferable. They always made sure at least the core was stable. They had learned their lesson, after all. They knew it wasn't something to be messed with.

A skittering sound bounced from the walls and through the sharp geometric architecture deep within the omnium, past swathes of security personnel. It stopped and was followed by a series of high-pitched clicks. Another set of clicks and mechanical squeaks came from a small distance away of it. As if in response, a lower series of clicks and thrumming echoed after it. It was soft, like a whisper, compared to the others. As soon as it was done, the other also weakened their tones.

Two small slicers vacated the room with a few quadrupedal units with a single arm attachment in tow.

It went quiet again, only for the silence to be cut through with a buzzing. Light flickered from the entrance. It continued, sometimes interrupted, sometimes accompanied by small clicks or creaks.

Eventually, the tapping of metal on metal announced the return on the small omnic units. Their pitter-patter triggered a brief pause in activity within the room. After a small low machine hum, it continued. The quadrupeds carried thick metal cords and tubes in their clamps. A segmented metal tendril reached out to the units and rapped into the loop of cord one of them held. It let go and allowed the tendril to carry the bundle away.

The tendril traveled all the way to the other end of the room, where Setesh lay half on their back. Their long neck twisted and they poked their head out from under a set of metal tubes, large optics scanning over the wires, examining them. Setesh looked to the small unit that brought it in and spoke to it in the low clicks that went through the halls previously. "Good," they had said, in their own strange machine language. The quadrupedal unit wiggled briefly from side-to-side as a mimicry of an excited pup once addressed.

Setesh returned to their work, moving the coil of wires and their head under the large structure they were working on. Several wires hung over their face, sparking slightly, hanging loosely. Chewed through by rodents, perhaps. Many rat nests had to be eradicated when they arrived, after all. It wasn't like Helix Security cared to look after this marvel of technology. To them, it was merely a machine, a monster, a harbinger of destruction. The omnium had done nothing but protect itself and the omnics were no more than its only form of defense. Human soldiers never bothered to consider why a machine instructed to do something would do anything in its power to continue what it was constructed to do. It was a basic discussion in AI for decades and yet... Now it sat there, dormant, stuck in a virtual environment where it could enact its purpose for quarantine.

Uncoiling the cords, Setesh began to measure how much of these they'd need to replace parts of the thick wires above them. They spoke to a unit again and it trotted off to an end of the room. After some work, the sparks of the wires Set was under ceased. They moved one hand to hold the wires in place and the other to cut it. They took out a section and placed it to the side. Two more arms folded out from the underside of their chest plate. They took a section of the metal cord they'd been brought and held it in the additional hands, allowing them to carefully cut and shape the cord. Strings of superheated hard light flowed out of their palms and moved with the motion of their fingers. It pulled at the metal, bending and twisting it until it was the same length and shape as the piece of wire Setesh had removed.

They took it between their fingers after allowing it to harden and examined it once again before placing it in the space they had made in the wiring. The fingers of one hand folded out and back, making room for the element in their palm to be more visible. They held the wire still and a small buzzing sound came from the bit in their palm as they nearly touched it to the wire and a bright blue light shined from it. They did the same on the other end.

Now it just needed a protective covering...

Setesh glances at the palms of their hands, the hard light generator bits still visible. It shouldn't be too complex of a shape to perform. They looked at the newly placed wire and contemplated for a few moments. Eventually, fine strings of hard light formed from their palms again and they latched the ends of each on what still remained of the original wire covering. One-ove-another, they wove the threads together, in a lattice structure until tightened together like a reinforced sheet of fabric with a transparent blue sheen.

Staring at the results, Setesh couldn't help but be somehow surprised. They had heard of the exploits of the Vishkar's hard light technology, Maximilien had done a wonderful job of selling it to them when he attempted to convince them to join him, but they hadn't yet taken quite this approach to it. This tool was meant for construction and yet they had adapted it to destroy. They only used it in construction for minor matters or temporary repairs. This was more permanent, slightly more grand in scale, more complex. And yet, it was extremely familiar.

It was quick. It was...easy.

It was almost like that which they had already been made to do.

They looked at their hands again. One of the slicers squeezed its way next to Setesh's head and gently poked their plates. It shuffled back out and waited for Setesh to follow. The slid back and sat up, looking down at the little mechanical creature.

It emitted a croak in a rough and unwelcoming tone and hopped, spinning into another direction and walking off.

"Ah...."

Damage detected. What more did this omnium need fixed? Maybe, their creator would appreciate more than mere repairs. Perhaps, it could use a little upgrade. It won't be the shimmering jewel of Oasis, but it would be an improvement, it could be a step towards it.

#ic: setesh #drabble #drabble: setesh #long post #take my mother's day mind vomit #set is taking care of their parent even if its an unliving unintelligent being kept in a virtual reality coma that sent them out to war #set forgives it bc they would have done the same if they had been a simple-minded static unit put under direct threat by outside forces #also it's the human's fault for automatic the factory process and not remembering runaway AI routines now it can't stop it's previous promp #Even if it wasn't out of care it gave them life even if this life sucks they had a chance to awaken and can now choose how they live it #and that is greater to them than any gift and they are returning the favor by keeping it in good shape #also... if omniums work on the same systems as omnics... does that mean aurora's sacrifice could have realistically affected omniums #that's right i was thinking about stuff again omniums COULD have awoken but blizz won't dare to do that because it complicates things #Set vc: Let my omnium wake up and live to be a sanctuary for my people #Naj: What about the humans? I don't think they'd like that going by what happened in-#Set: FUCK them humans!#Naj: What if we move it to Mars or the moon though? You know? A mass omnic exodus.#Set: !!!#stone by stone? thread by thread. Yeah I stole that title from the Sym thing #yeah i am listening to love power from disenchanted again #anyway enjoy my countless mistakes bc I am not proofreading this

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nulltune · 2 years

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Which Fairytale Archetype are you?

the monstrous bride. “Just as the ultimate goal of Arthurian quest finally defines itself as the Holy Grail, the object that can never be assimilated into the real world, so the ultimate woman of romance is a fairy mistress, or fairy queen.” — Helen Cooper The monstrous bride is not necessarily monstrous, but she is, by definition, inhuman, which is part of her je ne sais quoi. Her happiness often depends on whether her groom knows her inhuman. If he does not, he is bound to find out before the story concludes, at which point he will either be repulsed by his wife's deceit and leave her, or attempt to make the relationship work, but fail, because he is operating under a misinterpretation of her nature. If he is aware of her inhuman identity, it will often be one of the factors leading to his attraction to her, and he will be rewarded with her love – but often at the cost of abandoning his previous life completely.

nyall i stole this 😳 u can steal this from me too!! but ya gotta!! tag!! mE!!!!!

#&&. dash games #nawww cuz the pic for this result was the story of the crane returning the favor / the crane wife and im. going so feral over that bc #that story is also so h.akunocore...!!!!!!#kinda zoning out after that part i bolded tho bc deception is Not a key component in h.akuno's story #i would like 2 think of it more as-- would she accepted in light of her inhuman-ness.......#thinking abt that one ponyo quote always:#'to become human; she must be loved for who she really is'#'can you accept her as she is?'#(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) !!!!!#< da constant lynn mood.#DOESNT HAVE 2 BE NECESSARILY ROMANTIC BTW !!!!!!!#love comes in many forms and idk but i just think this monstrous bride / moon girl deserves 2 be loved idk...... 😳 !

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strawberri-syrup · 3 months

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sometimes it makes me sad that i know i would go through hell for my friends and they won’t even walk to the store with me

#like #i am fully aware my loyalty or whatever the fuck to call it is unhealthy #i am aware #j am a people pleaser and think i have to earn affection etc etc etc #sometimes i wish i had someone who would at least partially return the favor yk?#i just want to feel cared for #bitches when their love language is acts of service and all their friends are physical touch and words of affirmation #i will not hug you but i will go buy you food

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guideaus · 7 months

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i think snake really was weird in vinland saga. im gonna stick with that opinion

#personal #its not some horribly done revenge story character like tlo*2's characters (zombie universe idf soldier plays ball w war dog. clearly this #should make u less mad she killed our protag/protag's dad) but snake... didnt do anything to amke up for his actions?#maybe i'm an unforgiving asshole lol but i feel like its not bad if einar at least stayed neutral abt him. snake lead to the death of his #love like a week ago lol?? he protects his men and takes care of his grandpa but what does that have to do w einar/arnheid #meanwhile thorfinn is like haunted nightly by his teen crimes and is advocating peace talks to the king for his master's farm #one is definitely doing more than the other lol. snake was never in some complex situation where hes forced to uphold the law #or misunderstood the situation or whatever. he also defended his men who he kinda describes as outcasts but its more bc theyre shitty #im not gonna say criminals but murderers/rapists. why would i respect him helping his men when they threaten a widowed slave woman #idk he didnt make sense... in s1 it felt like u could like characters as characters bc of diff aspects that make them interesting #but our protags are warm in return despite all snake's done lol?? same w kestis but he's not shown as favorably in the end

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ciaoteamo · 22 days

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Milk and Water Pt. II

pairings: doppelgänger!Milkman x fem!Reader

summary: the aftermath of letting him in

pt.I

(art credits: @yunonoaii)

warnings: 18+ content

“…what. the. fuck.” You mutter to yourself, watching the scene before you unfold.

“mmm, how about letting me in now? promise i won’t bite you too hard” His eyes were dangerously seductive.

Your desktop fan and the slight rustling sound of (what you could only assume was) him touching himself filled the eerie silence of your office space.

However, he could still tell that you were hesitant to let him in, especially considering what he just did to D.D.D.

“how about this, sweetheart we-“

“if i open this door.” You cut him off. He shuts up quickly and halts his movements with a blank stare. His eyes watching you intently.

“you come straight to me, or else i swear to fuck. it will not be a good time for you. you copy?” Your hands were firmly grasping the edge of the desk as you stared the man in his color changing eyes.

“i promise” He kisses the window and you give him one last short lived glare before unlocking the door for him.

BZZT!

He slowly turns away from you and walks toward the door and you felt relieved to hear a light knock a few seconds later before he let himself in.

“see? you can trust the milkman” He grins.

He was a mess. Between the torn clothing, the blood, and his unzipped slacks that displayed his black briefs holding back a huge bulge, he honestly looked like something out of a wet dream.

“this is quite a small space… you think i’ll be alright in here?” He closed the door behind himself and strides toward you.

“you don’t have any choice but to be alright” You retort and he chortles.

“i love this mouth of yours… i’ve never crossed paths with a human as bold as you…” He tilts his head, placing a hand under your chin to lift it a bit.

“unless you’re actually scared… and using this boldness as a tactic..?” His irises turn white once again and his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

Though you were enduring a near death experience right now, being that you were this close to a doppelgänger, you were unbelievably horny.

“tactics?” You start. You already knew that you probably wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip just by moving, so you used a more… inappropriate approach.

You took a step closer to him, closing in the 2 foot gap that sat between the two of you and you placed your palm over his hard-on.

His grip immediately loosened a bit and his fingers twitched against your skin. What a reaction that was…

You feel more confident, realizing that he’s just another horny good looking guy. “is there a reason i should be afraid of you?” You ask, hand squeezing around him and a finger rubbing his tip.

He shudders and his hand falls from your chin and rests around your throat. His forehead tapped against yours, and your eyes were fixed on each other. “…you really are something”

“wish i could say the same for you“ You start, breaking the eye contact to look at his lips and sharp canines. “you’re just a slutty and messy excuse of a monster” Your words would probably be venom to anyone else, but this only riled him up more.

You felt his throbbing under your palm and grin to yourself before being greedily pulled into a kiss. For a brief moment, you could taste a metallic bloody taste on his tongue.

You moaned at the warmth of his mouth and felt his hands rested on your hips, rubbing circles into the area.

You release yourself from the kiss with his bottom lip between your teeth and a smile. “desperate, are we?” You tease.

“painfully…” His eyes glistened. “what’ll it take to get those pretty lips to go a little lower?”

“show me what yours can do first and i’ll see about returning the favor” You challenge. His eyes go back and forth between yours before he kisses you again.

This time however, he started to undo your uniform. Groaning so deeply that you felt the rumble in your throat. His skilled hands loosened your belt and your slacks came down and off.

Next he lowered himself and lifted you a bit to get off your socks and shoes, making him get more sloppy and needy within the kiss.

At this point he was squatting and you were standing over him, holding both sides of his face. His hands travelled up and down your leg as he stayed in his position and this time, he’s the one to break the kiss.

You were both breathing heavily, and staring each other down. You almost forgot your resolve and let him fuck you right then and there.

But you had to stay strong, for both of you guys’ sake. You take a deep breath in and til your head.

“well, you gonna show me? or are just sit there and look delirious from a simple kiss?” You teased.

“…may i?” He asks with a slightly raised eyebrow, gesturing toward your leg.

“go ahead”

“hold on to something right”

“why am i h- shit!” You would’ve fell right to the ground if it wasn’t for the shelf behind you that held last months documents. Albeit, they’re scattered over the floor now.

Your legs were snatched from underneath you and each one was hooked over the man’s shoulders. His warm breath against you felt sinister. It sent a slight chill up your spine.

His eyes stared down at your sex and he licked his lips, looking more excited than you did for this. “don’t let go” He says before using gis fingers to spread you sticky lips.

His tongue pressed hard into you and drug from your hole, up to your clit. You bit your lip at the warmth and felt your back arch against your will.

“ha~ this all you got? Thought you said you’d be bet- anghh~!” Your eyes widen and your mouth drops at the new feeling below.

“you were saying?” He mumbles into you. His tongue was longer with a pointy tip, and his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit.

The pleasure was almost overwhelming. You could definitely admit that he made you eat your words and replace them with loud endless moans.

As you felt yourself getting closer you began to grind your hips over his face, chasing after your high.

“don’t stop” You could barely get out the last word before the wave of immense overstimulating pleasure came over you.

You curse and take in a few deep breaths, calming yourself down a bit, and only then did he let your clit go with a ‘pop’, making your legs to twitch.

“that wasn’t fair” You jokingly glare at him, the sweat making your skin shine and chilly from the fan air.

“i told you i was better” He wipes his chin with his thumb and licks it clean without breaking the eye contact.

“you have to be some sort of… sex demon” You shake your head in disbelief.

“maybe i am?” He lets you tug him closer by his tie and give him another sloppy kiss. The change in size of his tongue being just below too much for you as it explored your mouth.

“well let’s see how long you can last then… hm?” You ask, beginning to leave a trail of light kisses on his next before a harsh bite.

You could feel him shudder and decided to have him sit in your office chair. “let me borrow this..” You say, undoing his tie while he sat.

You spin the chair around and bring both of his arms to the back and tie them to the chair. When you spin his back around, his had such a mischievous grin that you went ahead and addressed.

“yes, i know you could probably get out of that in a heartbeat” You start and roll your eyes. He chuckles, amused at your awareness. “but, will you?” It was your turn to put on the sly grin now. The second he managed to break free from his restraint, would be the moment you’d send him off.

“…” He read your face, bit knowing if he should say something sly or not.

“right, thought so” You smile and give him a few taps on the cheek.

You kneel between the man’s legs, finally addressing the large and throbbing penis before you.

“god you’re hard… you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help” You joke, rubbing his wet tip through his boxers with you finger.

He grunted a bit and readjusted himself in his seat. You look up at him before pressing harshly on it with your thumb.

“oh fuck you~” He throws his head back and you giggle.

You reach for the hem of his briefs and tug at them, signaling him to lift his hips. Once he’s exposed, you could really see the girth and length of him.

He was veiny, thick… bright pink tip, and god knows how long it was.

You put your hand around the base, it was warm and nearly pulsating. Your pace was moderate, giving him just enough to work with. You knew it was a nice steady pace when his hips slightly jerked up for more friction.

“needy boy wanting to fuck my hand? this wasn’t even the main event you asked for, love” You coo, strengthening the grip you had on him by a smidge.

“i can’t help that you know how to use those hands of yours so well” He remarks, still facing the ceiling.

You pump your fist higher up and use your own skilled tongue to drag along his vein.

“@$?!~” He moaned and immediately looked down at you with a snarl. An almost threatening one telling you that he wanted more.

And were you planning on giving it to him? Absolutely not.

You stare right back at him and smirk, using the same motion and occasionally sucking the pre cum from its leaky pink source.

“i’m gonna cum” Your eyes welled a bit at the large shaft triggering your gag reflex. But he was close so you would endure the slight pain.

His thrust his hips up a few times and you force your head as far as you could before completely stopping.

“fuck- why’d you stop” His voice was almost a whisper and suddenly thick white ropes shot into the air and landed on his thigh.

“oh i’m sorry, i’ll keep going” You reach for his most sensitive spots, overstimulating him into a nervous laughter as he begged you to stop.

It was fun watching him experience more than he could handle, but all good things come to an end.

He sighs in relief, sweaty, heaving, and dazed.

“can i be freed now?” He asks.

“sure, why not. looks like you’re done here anyway” You shrug.

“who’s done?” He stands up, simply snapping the tie apart.

“oh… you’ve still got more in you?”

“im the milkman, i never run out” He suddenly picks you up and sits on you on the desk. Jesus, these things are strong.

You wrap your hands around your neck, suddenly feeling the arousal for another round yourself.

His hands find your slick entrance, teasing the outside and slipping two cold slender fingers into you.

“mmm!” You mean into the kiss, holding onto his forearm as he fingered you at an inhumane pace. You break away and cat h your breath trying to slow him down a bit.

“i don’t want to cum from this, put it in” You say.

“yes ma’am” He lines himself up without your entrance and slowly pushes himself in with a moan. You could every centimeter of the stretch as he went deeper.

You tapped the back of your head onto the window behind you and felt him kissing on your neck and collarbone.

“fuck you’re big” Your voice slightly shook as you stated the obvious.

“and you’re so warm and wet inside, i ashamed to admit that i almost came putting it in” He chuckled before biting back another groan.

RIIIIING

You snap your head in the direction of the phone and see D.D.D. calling.

Shit.

“stop, i have to take this.” He halts his thrusts and you grab the phone. “hello?”

“agent number” A deep voice says over the phone.

“5 5 8 4 3 7” You state clearly.

“thank you agent (Y/N), we’re calling about a few M.I.A. cleaners? it says in our system that you were the last to call. is everything alright?”

“ye-es~” You feel something rubbing your g-spot and look over at Francis. ‘stop, now.’ You mouth silently. He just smirks and speeds up.

“are you sure? you sound like you’re being threatened” The man on the phone asks.

“mhm~, im fine sir, just a little shaky” You put your hand over the phone speaker and look at Francis.

“what the fuck is wrong with you??” You ask, interrupting yourself with a few moans.

“just a little thirsty for some water” He thrusts harder, causing him to hit your g-spot, and your clit back to back.

You cover your mouth with your shirt and moan into it, hearing the buzz of a voice on the phone. Honestly you should be scared, they could show any minute, but right now, you could care less.

“im gonna cum” You whisper, still being mindful of the potential listeners.

“yeah?” He grabs a young and stands straight up, slamming you down into his cock. You let out something just short of a scream into the crook of his neck and find yourself twitching and shaking in his grip.

You heard a splash and felt him fill you up with his seed. You both were a moaning, groaning mess, heavily breathing in place.

“(Y/N), do you copy?……. we’re on our way” The phone then hangs up and the low buzzy voice is replaced with a prominent beep.

“you have to go, they’re coming” You lazily try to leave his strong hold with a tired push against his chest.

“but first” He puts you back on the desk where you rest your back against the cold glass window. “a drink..” His tongue grows longer right infont of you, and cleans you from your ankles to your navel, and of course he ran it over the bundle of nerves he’s been abusing all night, making your body jolt.

“you’re so delicious… i wish i could always taste you” His tongue goes back to its normal size.

“well i’ll get going now… i’ll be seeing you again soon, love. i’ll try not to cause too much trouble next time…” He gives you a peppery kiss on the nose and leaves.

Well, that’s one way to end your day shift…

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