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#I miss that motherfuck in deep blue
keravnous · 1 year
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bathroom b!tch; tangerine/fem!reader (smut; 18+)
part two | part three | part four
playlist: train quickie with tangerine
Tangerine meets you in one of the bathrooms on the bullet train. He just wants to clean up after his tussle with Ladybug and get rid of the blood, but he could use you to blow off some steam as well. You know: he has to take it if he sees it.
word count: 5,9k
warnings: mirror sex, bathroom sex, semi public, fingering, oral (female receiving), blood (it's tangerine's), squirting, dry humping, rather rough sex, unprotected sex, light choking, confined spaces, dirty talk, name calling, kinda a quickie?, tangerine's a little rude but surprisingly gentle too idk he's just like that, he just needs to fuck the adrenaline outta himself, i have very strong feelings about this angry man
title is from the song of the same name, bathroom bitch by holychild
also thank you v for a) helping me out with Japanese and b) by telling me what being a passenger on a bullet train feels like
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You knew it was a bad idea.
Starring at yourself in the impressively clean mirror of the small bathroom, you try your best to hold back any fresh tears.
You knew that a long-distance relationship wouldn't work. You fucking knew it and yet you accepted your fiancés pleas to Just try it. Maybe, it indeed would've worked out if he wasn't fucking his bloody secretary.
You regret leaving London. You miss your home.
You're not even that heartbroken, you just feel exhausted, like you wasted an awful lot of time.
You take a long, good look at yourself. Bloodshot eyes and a sad hue resting over your pupils, turning the colour dark and deep. The dress, that you bought for your anniversary brunch – a surprise, quite as much as the one he gave you, when you walked in on him, balls deep in his secretary – now looks oddly strange, out of place on you. You feel overdressed and ashamed, foolish.
But there’s something else, too: the loneliness that followed suite after your screaming, after fighting with him - after breaking up with him. It's been there since you boarded the train to Nagoya but now it rolls over you like a wave of-
Thump, thump.
"What the fuck", you mutter, taking a ragged breath, before yelling out, "Occupied!"
You just want to be left at fucking peace, not being watched by other passengers as you're bawling your eyes out. All you want is to get off that train and burn some of that fucker’s money on a spontaneous vacation. All you want is for the remaining days in Japan to be good ones.
Another sharp knock follows. This one rattles the door.
It takes a moment for you to scramble for the right words, the ones you have picked up when visiting your fiancé before. "Shiyouchu!"
Another knock. And another.
Motherfucker.
You clench your teeth - saying goodbye to the precious moments of crying in silence for the year you've lost to the most useless relationship of all fucking mankind - and wipe away the wetness below your eyes to open the door. "I said-"
Oh.
Oh shit.
There's a very handsome man waiting outside the door. He is towering over you, impatience plastered on his face and seeping through his every movement, with the way he's leaning against the door frame.
He's hot.
Also, he's dripping in blood.
His light blue shirt, once crisp and clean, is now disshelved and just as stained as his expensive looking dark-blue vest.
"Jesus, fuck, are you alright?", you blurt out.
The man's raising an eyebrow. "Could be asking you the same, love. Now, would you please get the fuck outta there."
He's moving towards you, closing in the last few inches separating the two of you. Your gaze is focused on the nasty cut on his arm.
"You're bleeding", you say dumbly.
His eyes shoot up at you and for a split-second you feel like you are face to face with a predator. The anxiety, that the blood and his rude behaviour sparked in your chest, sends adrenaline pumping through your veins and has the muscles your legs preparing for fight or flight. He blinks.
"I know", he says and his lips curl up to something, that you're convinced is supposed to be a smile, "Now, if ya'd be so kind?"
He gestures behind you, towards the empty bathroom.
"No?", you say, voice shooting up a little, which immediately has him cautiously throwing a glance down the hall to his right, "No, I won't! You need help, how the fuck -- what the fuck happened?"
"You're starting to really get on my fuckin’ tits, pretty thing. Would y'just let me the fuck inside?", he growls, tilting his head towards you. His tone has the hairs on your arms rising, as he is starring you into the ground.
You back up, colliding unpleasantly with the doorframe, that nearly drills itself into your left shoulder.
"Thank you, Lady", he's squeezing past you and then turns around again, giving you a quick one-over. You are unable to move, mesmerized by the way he's looking at you.
The corners of his mouth tilt up again and one of his hands, a little sticky and red with his own blood, comes up to his face, straightening his moustache, as his gaze runs over your body once more. You should leave, you should run - clearly, something is awfully and so not right but you just can't, being glued to the spot by his eyes.
It shouldn't make your loins grow hot, but you can't help it. You feel your belly tingle, shooting sparks down down down between your legs. He is very attractive and the aura of pure fucking danger that wafts around him doesn’t do what it normally should do – instead, it pulls you in. Oh, aren’t you just fucked.
"What were y'saying about help, again?", the man murmurs, gaze locking with yours.
"Uuuh", it's a very stupid sound you make and his eyes spark up at that, lips giving room to flash some teeth, "I-I just said you look like you might need some help?"
"Well, maybe I do."
He licks his lower lip and you blink, gaze following the movement.
This is very stupid. This is risky, dangerous, and most likely something you are going to regret.
It's not only the situation, it's him, too. He seems dangerous. It's not only the blood, mind you. It’s the way he moves, how his eyes dart through the room, over your body. It’s the aggression in his voice that he’s trying to hide, cover up but ultimately fails, something that seeps through every pore of him.
But he's also just ridiculously hot, walking with his crotch first, heavy northern British accent swirling the words around his tongue and, fuck, it's mostly the way he's looking at you.
And you're just so fucking full of anger and grief and your life feels strangely directed and determined by your shitty-ass fiancé and there's so much rage and sadness -
You take a step into the bathroom and the door slides shut behind you.
"Good", he hums, "Because you do look, like you could also use some help."
The door locks behind you and take another step forward, approaching him. "You have no fucking idea", revenge sex is a very stupid concept but now, it seems very tempting. It's exciting and makes you feel oddly alive.
"Did'ya get dumped?", and you don't know why you trust him with that information but you can hear yourself say: "Cheated on. Fiancé of twelve months." There is a hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you in closer. You can smell him now, the blood on his skin and clothes, the heavy scent of his perfume – it’s warm and thick, vanilla and fruit, like an orange grove.
"Allow me the comment - that's one bloody stupid bastard."
You look up at him and blink. That man's insanely pretty and you swallow as he pulls you in even closer, your hand connecting with his chest. It is firm and warm and your fingers get a little sticky with the fresh blood on his shirt. They splay out, feeling the firm muscle flex beneath the expensive fabric.
"How much time d'we have, sugar?", he hums, runs his thumb across your lower lip.
"I have to get off in Nagoya."
"Gonna get you off alright now, sweetie", you roll your eyes at that and he chuckles, "Bit more than half'n hour I'd say. Think we can manage that?"
You nod while biting your lip, adrenaline thick and heavy in your veins, pumping your blood down south and making you wet wet wet, and he laughs at that, runs his tongue along his bright, bright teeth.
It's sheer excitement that has your belly tingle and you lock your eyes with his, the darkening blueish green pulling you in and then he leans down, locks his lips with yours.
They are soft and warm and his moustache tingles a little. You hum against his lips, one hand fisting his vest as the other sneaks up his muscular arm, runs over and through the blood, up up up next to the cut and comes a halt on his neck. The hand on your waist holds you close, fingers spread out delicately as he starts to feel you up.
His tongue darts out and licks over your lips and you gladly give him more room, parting your lips slightly. He's pushing in, licking into your mouth. You hum deep in your throat, pressing against him, tasting the cigarette smoke on his lips.
You can feel the bulge in his pants, his dick pressing hotly against your lower belly. It ignites your loins, pleasure shooting through your abdomen.
You moan into his mouth and he responds by pushing you back, heaving you up the small sink, deepening the kiss. Your back presses against the mirror as you clutch onto him, hand running up his neck and into his hair, slick with product and a little sticky with sweat. Your knees hit his hipbones and the man starts to roll his hips into yours, having his hard dick rubbing against your crotch and your eyelids flutter with the feeling. He's rock-hard and so so hot through his dress pants and you can't fucking wait to get to it.
He eventually breaks the kiss, breath ragged as his eyes roam over your face, hands feeling your thighs up. You decide that you need more of him and thus, your free hand roams over his chest, fingers making quick work of his vest. As soon as you pop the last button, he hastily tears it off of himself, throws it to the ground where it lands with a quiet thud.
"C'mon sweetheart, I know you clammin' to touch me", he says, voice deep and raspy and you do - like you're on fucking autopilot. Your hands dart out, roaming over his defined chest. He feels nice and firm and makes you want him more, want to feel all of him, all at once.
He hums quietly, as you open a few buttons of his shirt and run your hands over the sweaty, warm skin, through the dust of fine chest hair, making his chain rustle. He feels nice and it makes you want him.
The man looks up from your hands and you don't know what has come over you as your hand glides up further, cupping his neck, thumb on his jawline. "Fuck me", you breathe, "Fuck me 'til I can't walk."
He grins and leans in even closer, his clothed and hard dick pressing against your wet panties, as he's kissing a wet trail from your jaw to your ear. "Who would've thought - such a naugh'y lil'mouth on such a pretty woman."
You hook one leg around his waist, tugging lightly at the hair that's curling in his neck as he starts to suck on your neck. The slight pain ignites your lust, has arousal blooming and wetness pooling between your legs. You want to tell him to stop, before he marks you up for good as --
"Name's Tangerine", he suddenly rasps, as his tongue rubs over the spot he has been sucking on and you're pretty damn sure that he just gave you a hickey.
"Like the-"
"The fucking fruit, yeah. 'M gonna burst you more like something of a cherry, though", he rumbles, quietly laughing to himself with his fingers digging into your hips.
Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses himself flush against you - all firm muscles, perfume, and hot skin - tongue licking over your throat like the hot blade of a knife, dancing over your jaw.
It's most likely not his real name and that should really, really alert you. But it doesn't - instead you surrender yourself to him, letting your head fall back and parting your legs, inviting him in.
And the man -Tangerine - follows suite and shoves your dress up up up, runs his hands over your now exposed thighs. You lean forward a little, until your lips brush over his. "Name's Y/N", you whisper and his eyes glint a little at that, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, you gon' be a fun one", he grins and you do too, before leaning in and kissing him again. He is less gentle now, keen on getting you hot, his kisses turn sloppy quickly, biting your lower lip and licking into your mouth until you lack air. The thumbs on your legs dive in deeper, until they connect with your crotch. And then, one of them gently runs over your soaked panties.
Tangerine breaks the kiss, wet lips brushing over the corner of your mouth, only to inhale sharply - keeps his cheeks puffed theatrically for a short moment, then exhales just as sharply, eyeing you up and down. "Jesus Christ, that pussy of yours s'fucking wet, innit?", he rumbles and two of his fingers run over the wet fabric once more, slowly starting to rub your clit.
You gasp, hips bucking a little and you watch the way his hand vanishes under the hem of your dress. "Fuck", you moan quietly as he quickly finds the spot that makes your thighs clench. He rubs you through your panties, soft lace turning wet wet wet and dampening his skin. Your mouth falls agape seeing his wrist twitching between your legs and the way he's looking down at it, a little mesmerized, makes your head swim. Then, he stops.
"Yeah, let's get those off", he mutters, more to himself than to you and then he's tugging at the straps of your panties, riiips the lace and tears them apart. "Oh-", you gasp unintelligently as he carelessly drops them to the ground and you really don't fucking mind at all.
It's the first time in a long time that you feel wanted, like someone's actually hungry, greedy for you. And it turns you on. A lot. It is like Tangerine has flipped a switch and you want him just as much as he seems to want you. And you want it now.
You blink at him through your lashes. "You gonna touch me now?"
"Easy, love", he chuckles, genuinely amused and then his fingers are slooowly creeping back over your legs, until his index finger finally touches your exposed cunt. The touch is cold, but not unpleasant and you suck in a sharp breath, one that hitches in your throat.
He watches you, as he runs it over your pussy, quickly joined by a second, digits running up and down, spreading your slick. You hum, pleasure building up in your abdomen and then, finally, his fingers return to your clit.
Slow, wide circles spread your lips apart, making you moan and throwing your head back in pleasure. His bracelet clinks as he quickly picks up a faster rhythm, keen on seeing you coming loose, circles growing smaller.
"Oh shit, yes that's fucking it", you can feel arousal building in your stomach, shooting through your body. Tangerine laughs under his breath and his lips are onto you again, licking and sucking over your straightened neck. You don't give a fuck anymore, the slight pain of him bruising your skin makes your hips buck and rolling against his digits.
"Such a good girl, ain't ya?, he groans against your neck and it sends shivers down your spine as you're moaning and gasping, nodding frantically.
Your body feels like it has been ignited, with the way his fingers rub your clit, teasing your pussy and then there's one finger circling your hole and fuck, you really fucking need it. You spread your legs farther and Tangerine puuushes in, sinks one rather cold finger in your hole, your hot hot skin meeting the cold gold of his ring.
Tangerine starts to fuck you slowly, finger pushing in and out of you, until you're loose enough to take a second one. His rings thrust against your hole every time he pushes them back inside and the sensation has you whining, his lips still glued to your neck, occasionally moving down down down to you cleavage, licking fat stripes over your warm, sweaty skin.
A flood of very good, very dangerous emotions has one of your hands abandoning the sink, instead running up his arm, splaying across his shoulder. You can feel the muscles working slightly beneath the light blue fabric, a little dampened by his sweat. "Fuck, you make me so hot, shit, that feels so good", you whimper quietly, gasping as his fingers push even deeper. It seems to kick Tangerine off, moustache grazing your skin as he’s picking up an even faster rhythm - rubbing, circling your clit faster, adding more pressure - obscene squelching sounds filling the air of the small bathroom. You moan as pleasure shoots up your spine, has you rocking on and against his fingers.
You can feel your walls clenching around his fingers, hole fluttering against the cold, golden rings and then --
He breaks from your throat and whistles lowly as fresh wetness pools around his fingers, your squirt dampening his golden bracelet and the cuff of his shirt.
Tangerine pulls his fingers out of you slowly, slick with your juices and looks at them for a few seconds, the way your wetness is glistening on his skin in the dim lights. He brings them up up up, gaze connecting with yours and then -
They go past his lips, as his tongue darts out and licks them clean. You blink - once, twice. "Fuck", you breathe, and he chuckles.
"You taste like a fuckin' dream, love", his hands push your legs further apart and before you know it, he sinks down to his knees. You blink at him, as he lifts the hem of your dress up, "Might wanna hold that f'me", and you do, pulling the fabric as high up as you can, exposing yourself to him further.
Tangerine tsks as he takes the sight in and you can feel your cheeks growing hot, burning red, as his fingers dance over your pussy.
"Don't ya just have the prettiest cunt?", he hums, running his fingers through your folds, "'M gonna fuck ya so good."
"Jesus, Tangerine", you huff out, legs shaking a little as his thumb carefully rubs over your clit.
Tangerine looks up at you, smirking a little and then he's leaning in, hands coming to rest on your thighs, forcing your legs apart. He's not breaking eye contact, keeps your gazes chained together, as he dives in and licks a long, fat stripe from your hole upwards to your clit.
You fucking mewl, as his moustache rubs over your sensitive skin, tongue circling your clit for a short moment. His eyes gleam up at you, watching your reaction as his tongue swipes down, over your folds to your hole, teasing it. It has your legs kicking a little and you grab the sink with both your hands, as your thighs give a quick shake.
You can hear him chuckle deep in his throat and it makes you hot hot hot all over, with the way his tongue crawls back up, lips grazing your cunt and then he's onto your clit once more, gently lapping at it, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin.
A strangled noise escapes your throat as arousal rushes through your abdomen and up up up your whole body, has your chest heaving with a ragged breath and rolling your hips forward. It's so so good, but not enough - you just need more.
"Don't ya move, love", Tangerine rasps and one of his hands grabs your hips forcefully, dress sliding up to your navel as he's holding you in place. The other crawls up your lower leg and thigh, teasing your folds and then one finger presses against your hole, pushes in roughly.
You moan as he immediately starts to fuck you with it, pumping your wetness in and out of you with a rather merciless rhythm, keen on having you come for him, having you squirt once more.
His eyelids flutter, long and dark lashes against his pale skin as his tongue licks over your folds, tasting your wetness and taking your scent in. You're tasting so so sweet to him, like a fucking forbidden fruit that he's going to devour anyways, because he can and he will and because fuck the rules he had set himself for this job.
He closes his eyes as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping them in and out of you, while his tongue laps at your cunt, lips closing in around your folds, gently sucking. His fingers are fucking you fast now, pushing you further and further.
"Oh god", you gasp, one hand still holding your own weight, the other now fisting his hair, pulling it. It seems to spur him on, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on your cunt, gently nibbling at the soft skin as his finger pumps into you. It's even better than before, with his beard scratching you and his tongue and lips gliding over your cunt as if it were a riddle he's going to solve without his hands. The heel of your shoe digs into his back - desperate for any leverage, to just feel him - as you are nearing your release.
"Shit, fuck fuck fuck", your voice sounds strange in your ears, high-pitched and far far away, between the squelching sounds that his rapidly moving fingers pull out of your pussy, "I'm gonna-"
He hums and then, after a short moment, pulls his digits out of you and grabs your hips hard, holding you in place, not stopping his tongue from rubbing over your cunt hard.
It tips you over the edge, has you breaking loose. You gasp loudly, throwing your head back against the mirror, incoherent rambling leaving your lips as you come - riding your orgasm out on his face as he licks you through your orgasm, your hips bucking wildly with it.
As your orgasm rolls over you, you already know that this isn't over. Usually, you would be spent for now, calm and a little tired but right now - you're not at all, lust still rolling over you, fresh wetness pooling between your legs again. "Mhm, shit", you breathe, feet kicking a little as Tangerine's tongue continues to flick over your clit. You are still wet, already desperate for more, more of him.
All you can think about is his hard dick, that you've felt earlier pressing against your crotch and pure want tingles in your stomach. Tangerine's lips close in around your throbbing clit, overstimulation making your head swim.
"Please, fuck, please", your hip bucks against his iron grip that holds you steadily against the sink. Tangerine looks up at you again and let’s go of your clit with an obscene pop. His moustache is dampened by your wetness as he grins up at you. "Please please", he mocks your high-pitched whines and then smirks, "Wan'it that bad, love?"
"Need you - ah, fuck - inside me. Oh, shit", you whine, as your hole clenches around nothing, desperate for more than his fingers. You are so turned on by this stranger, lust crashing over your body like waves - you can feel its tingle in your chest, your legs, feeling your pussy desperate for another touch.
Tangerine blinks for a moment and you're sure, that you saw his eye twitch and then he, very dramatically, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. "Shit, love, you make me feel all sorts o'things", he says quietly and then quickly gets up, wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
He leans in and his lips lock with yours again and you can taste yourself on his tongue, as he licks into your mouth, grinning against your lips, damp stache rubbing over your upper lip. He licks over it, groans deep in his throat, while his hands brush over your legs, before he commands, whispers against your lips: "Bend over the sink f'me.”
"What?", you blink, words not really reaching you through the lustful haze that has wrapped your brain in like cotton candy. All you can do is look at him, at this very handsome stranger with the very fake name and he has your head swimming, brain giving in and surrendering to lust once more.
You take the hand he offers you as he helps you down the sink, your legs a little wobbly. "Alright c'mon now, girl, don't keep me waitin'", Tangerine gives you a light pat on the cheek, rings barely connecting with your skin - a patronizing gesture that has your knees going ever weaker for a moment as you try to turn around, hands gripping the edges of the sink.
You watch him in the mirror, as he makes quick work of his belt and the fly of his trousers. As he pulls his dick out, your mouth waters. It's long and big and has just the right girth, a drop of precum glistening on its tip. You'd really like to suck that cock, like right motherfucking now.
Tangerine looks at you. "Got all hungry fo'it?", and you nod - breathing out Fuck yeah - arching your back for him, "Alright love, just a minute."
He spits in his hand and rubs the saliva over his dick, giving himself one, two strokes. You arch your back, keeping your eyes on him as he grabs your hips hard, lines himself up, head of his dick resting against your hole - all hot and hard - and then he finally, finally pushes himself in. The stretch is nice and has you squirming a little with the dull pain, excitement lighting your nerves up.
"Jesus Christ", his head falls forward a little, "You're so fuckin' tight."
He bottoms out, forcing himself in deep, holding still. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, but he doesn't move and you can see his chest heaving, hear him grunt. His hand roams over your bare ass, shoving the dress even higher, until your back is partly exposed and his hand creeps around your body, over your stomach and under the dress, slips beneath your bra and cups one of your tits.
Tangerine squeezes it, feels you up and then pulls his dick back out only to quickly push himself back in. The sound that leaves your throat is nothing but desperate and your hand grips the sink harder, knuckles slowly turning white. His jaw is going a little slack as he rolls his hips into you, fucking you slowly.
"Ah shit", he groans, a deep and coarse sound, that makes you shiver, "Doesn't that just feel lovely?"
He watches the way his dick pumps into your pussy, eyebrows drawn together, lips slightly agape - until his gaze meets yours in the mirror once more and there it is - a shadow that dances over his eyes, turning the mesmerizing blue and green dark dark dark. One of his hands suddenly darts forward, rings glimmering in the dim light, only to roughly grab your chin, forcefully holding your head in place. It hurts a little, but the pain feels good, the way it stretches your back and intensifies the arch of it, forces you to look at him and yourself. Your mascara is pooling beneath your eyes, pupils blown wide and cheeks reddened.
"Would'ya just look at yourself", Tangerine groans, "Ya might be the hottest fucking thing I've seen in a long fuckin' time --" He groans again, thumb catching your lower lip and you moan as you watch his face coming a little loose with pleasure.
Tangerine picks up a faster rhythm, thrusting into you and you push your hips back, meeting him - desperate for more more more. He grins at you in the mirror and his hand creeps a little lower, until it rest riiight below your jawline and then -
Then he squeezes.
It has you gasping, choking a little at the sudden loss of air and the feeling of your windpipe being closed. Your hip bucks against his and he licks his lips.
The lack of air has adrenaline rushing through your veins once more, as his dick pushes against your spongy hot walls and you feel your body surrendering to him fully, the small voice in the back of your head remembering you that You are at his mercy has you growing even wetter.
The hand lets go off your throat, now gently holding your head in place and you suck in a few deep breaths, gasping, greedily sucking in the air, as --
There must be a bump on the rails, as the wagon suddenly lifts a little and has you thrown forward towards the mirror, shoves his dick deeper into you. You moan, instinctively catching his eyes in the mirror.
His lips are slightly parted, eyes darkened by lust and his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. The train speeds up just as he leans forward, throws his chest against your back. His body is so so hot against yours and your walls flutter around his dick, as his scent wraps you in once more.
Tangerine lowers his head, until his forehead rests on your shoulder, cock twitching inside of you. "Ya have no bloody idea what'cha doin' to me, Lady", he says, voice coarse and dark and your eyelids flutter, "'M gonna ruin ya."
He lifts his head a little and your gazes connect in the mirror once more. A shiver runs down your spine - he means it.
And you feel it, too, as he thrusts into you once, knocks the air out of your lungs with the sheer force of it. The tip of his dick hits the spot perfectly and you nearly cry out in pleasure, hands gripping the sink tightly. There are small lines forming around his eyes as he's grinning against your shoulder, pulls out a little only to force himself back in, even deeper this time. The hand that was toying with your tit leaves, crawls back down and his arm wraps itself around your waist, holds you close.
Your legs shake as Tangerine picks up a faster rhythm, starts pounding in to you like a starved man, like an animal gone wild. It's in his eyes, hunger hunger hunger and you feel pleasure shooting through your body, pooling in your abdomen. You squirt against his dick, wetting the trimmed pubic hair as his balls slap against your wet skin.
You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled high pitched whiny moan escaping your lips, as he hits your walls again, tip of his dick brushing over your g-spot, having you seeing stars. Your eyelids flutter, gasps escaping your mouth with every one of his thrusts.  
"Be fuckin' loud, you lil'slut, I don't care - one - bit", he says through gritted teeth, each word one thrust, "If they come knockin'. I’ll kill’em."
It shouldn’t – really, it shouldn’t – but it has your head swimming, rocking back against him, obscene sounds filling the small bathroom and you moan loudly. His jewellery rustles and clinks as he ruts into you, huffing against your shoulder. The force of his thrusts has your body moving back and forth like a ragdoll, hipbones bouncing against the sink, one of your hands coming loose and pressing flat against the mirror, desperate for any sort of leverage.
You can feel yourself clenching around him, white hot pleasure building on the edges of your brain, until there's nothing left but him him him.
"Fuck", you cry out, "I'm gonna fucking cum, shit shit shit", lips falling agape with pure pleasure. It’s too much and you can feel your muscles tensing.  
The hand around your throat tightens a bit more and that’s all you need – has your eyes falling shut, your second orgasm rolling over you. It knocks the air straight out of your lungs, has you going limp, while the muscles in your thighs and abdomen clench, holding and squeezing his dick inside of you.
You can hear him moan deeply, sounding far far away and then his cum hits your walls, paints it as he buries himself deep deep inside of you. You gasp, desperate for air and he lets go off your throat.
You suck in a few breaths and feel him doing the same, chest heaving against your back. "Fuck", he says and slowly straightens back up, looking at you in the mirror.
"Y'good over there, love?"
"Uh-huh", you hum, unable to speak, and blink at him. His hair's a mess and his cheeks are a little reddened, glistening with sweat.
Tangerine fucking winks at you and then slooowly, very carefully pulls out of you. You inhale sharply as you feel some of his cum following suite, dripping down your legs. You want to straighten up, too, clean it up, but he's quicker, taking one of the disposable towels and gently sweeps along your cunt.
"'S good, I can do that too, y'know", you say and take it from him, cleaning yourself up. For a long moment, while you can hear him putting himself back in his pants, there's silence between the two of you. Only, as you carefully put your dress back in place, does he look at you again.
"Be careful tonight, sweetheart", he says nonchalantly while tugging his shirt back into his slacks. He says it like it's nothing but it has the hairs on your body standing up.
I’ll kill’em. I’ll kill’em. I’ll kill’em. You look on the slight stains that his blood left on your fingers, that soaked his shirt.
"Make you sure you get out of that train in Nagoya, y'hear me?", his gaze is soft as it lands upon you. Your brain goes numb with anxiety.
"Y-yeah, yeah sure. I'm meeting a friend there, wouldn't miss her for the world."
He smiles at that. A genuine, warm smile. It does something funny to your stomach. "Alright love, gotta dash", he's straightening his vest and giving himself a glance in the mirror, running his hands through his hair, "There's this chap I gotta get rid of. Gimme a call, when you're in London, would'ya?"
You just nod and take the slim, white card he hands you. The numbers on it are orange.
"Very fucking funny", you huff and he grins, leans down towards you, and places his lips on your cheek. The kiss is feather-light but it'll haunt you late at night in the weeks, months to come after the story of the crashed bullet train breaks the international news. But right now, it makes your chest tingle in all the right ways.
"Tis'a good girl, eh?", Tangerine whispers and then, throwing one last look at you, struts out of the door.
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bloody-peach · 2 months
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Eat Me, Drink Me (Hazbin Hotel: Vox x F!Reader smut fic)
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Now Playing: Muse - Sing for Absolution, Marilyn Manson - Blood Honey
Goodie bag: vaginal sex, drugs (aphrodisiac), vaginal fingering, clit rubbing, drinking, dom Vox, bottom Y/N, vanilla stuff around the end [let me know if i missed anything!]
A/N: Yep, had to make some smut with Vox now, didn't I? Welp, here ya go! I would recommend listening to the recommended songs while reading this, to get into the atmosphere. Headphones required, just for added experience. ENJOY!!
Taglist: @omniuravity @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered @neonvehk
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You left the Hotel, exhausted. You had to deal with Niffty trying to kill new guests, Angel Dust’s bullshit with Cherri Bomb, and Husk drinking his life away on top of all the other duties you had there. But the worst of the worst was Alastor, he always loved to torment you and make you suffer or feel scared. Even now as you walk further away from the building, you could still hear his laugh deep in your mind. At least you were able to leave for the night, but you always felt like someone was watching you. Someone....much more powerful than you.
Vox, the TV Demon, has had his eye on you for some time, ever since he caught you on the hotel’s TV commercial. He remembers pausing the clip when it froze on you and he’d jack off, just imagining of what he could do to you. He was obsessed. And he decided that tonight was the night.
You kept walking when you heard electricity buzzing. You looked and it was just a broken neon sign, but it still left you uncomfortable. You kept walking, but the buzzing came back. You started to quicken your pace to try to escape the noise or the potential source of it, but it just kept following you, even when you started to run. You then run into a brick wall, realizing you must’ve turned a wrong way while you ran. You just turned with your back against the wall, unable to escape. You saw a glowing blue square in the dark along with small blue zaps of electricity spreading through the area. Soon, the thing came closer to reveal it was Vox, the overlord that controlled the masses through the visual media. You had never met him before, but you felt a sense of dread, thinking this was another guy just like Alastor. Once he came close to you, he said, “It’s nice to finally meet you, darlin'.” You sigh in mild annoyance and say, “Look, I just...Alastor already torments me. If you just want to make my life a living hell like he does, then don’t bother. I don’t need another demon doing it too.” You didn’t have anything against him in particular, you were just too stressed out to deal with another demon who wanted to watch you suffer.
Vox’s red eyes flickered with a mix of confusion, then it turned to deep-seated rage. “Alastor...” he snarled. He controlled himself and then looked at you, with a slightly annoyed look in his face. “Is that why you were running? Because of that radio trash?” He put his hands behind his back, and said, “You know I’m not like him, right? I ain’t the type to get off to torturing folks. Well, not much at least. But you’re different.” He smiled as he placed his hand on your shoulder, “I don’t want to see you suffer, Y/N. I...well, i’m not entirely sure what I want with you.” He looked a little sheepish, an emotion you didn’t expect from him, but he quickly fixed himself and played with a strand of your hair. “But I do know I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I don’t plan on hurting you.”
You wondered why he knew your name, but then another thought came to mind. “Wait...you know Alastor?” He then chuckled, saying, “Do I know him? I wish I didn’t. That motherfucker and I go way back. Can’t stand him, frankly. He’s all about radio and all that outdated shit, but me? I’m all for anything new, as you can see.” He then petted your head. “Has he been giving you a hard time? Of course he would, he always enjoys that kind of shit. You poor thing.” His gaze softened as you put your head down, your expression full of fear and sadness, due to those traumatic memories. Vox gently grabbed your chin and brought your head up to look at him, saying with an unusual tenderness, “I promise you, Y/N, I ain’t like that. I can be...different. If you’d let me.”
You got the sense that he seemed to care for your struggles, but you’ve been in Hell for a long time. Very rarely have you encountered a person who actually cared about anyone. The only ones you knew of were Charlie and Vaggie, and out of all of Hell, that’s saying something. How can you trust what this man was saying? How can you be sure he isn’t out to hurt you or take advantage of you?
You look away from him, your face still holding that sad expression. “I want to believe you, but...how do I know you’re not just manipulating me? This is Hell, after all. Hard to find a genuine soul around here.” Vox sighed, the sound of static echoing through the alleyway. His eyes held a look of understanding, a flash of empathy. “Can’t say I blame ya for thinkin’ that way,” he admitted. “This place isn’t exactly known for its honesty.” He petted your head again, this time almost touching his forehead on yours, his voice going soft. “I don't know if I can promise you heaven, Y/N. But what I can promise you is that I ain’t here to make your life more miserable than it already is.” He then extended his hand, a smile on his face, “How about we try something? No tricks, no manipulation. Just you and I. See where it goes.”
You think about it. Well, he did seem pretty convincing, and whatever he had to offer had to be much better than what you have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.
You sigh and say as you shake his hand, “Ok.” Vox’s screen lit up with a cheerful grin as he felt your hand in his, the cool electricity sparking between your fingers. “That’s more like it, Y/N!” He said as he shook your hand. He let go of your hand and stepped back with a flourish. “Now let’s get outta this dump. If we’re gonna be...whatever we are, we might as well do it in style.” He then had an idea, his eyes glowing with excitement. “How about we head to my place? The entertainment district ain’t much, but it beats this shithole any day.” His usual cocky smile returned, the light of his screen casting a glow around the alley. “Besides, I’ve got the best view in Hell. You won’t be disappointed, I can assure you.” You smile, liking the idea. “Ok, that sounds real nice.”
You end up following him to his place and you’re amazed at how luxurious it was. Expensive furniture, so clean you could eat off of the floor, and a couch in front of a large window, showing the hellish night sky. You look out the window and he could see your eyes sparkle with delight as you marveled his abode. “Wow...you can see all of Hell from up here!” He chuckled as he crossed his arms, finding your joy adorable. He could get used to making you this happy. “Told ya, didn’t I? Best view in Hell.” He strode over to join you by the window, his eyes looking down at the fiery grounds below. “You get a good look at this place, you realize it ain’t all that bad. Got its charms, don’t it?” You turn to him and you nod. He turns to look at you, a genuine smile lighting up his screen. “Glad you like it, Y/N. Hopefully it makes your whole...situation a bit more bearable.” His gaze lingered on you for a few moments longer before he turned away to the bar, his screen showing an unclear emotion. “Now, how ‘bout a drink? I got a stash of the finest bourbon in all of Hell. Helps take the edge off.” “A drink sounds great. Thanks.”
He smiles to himself, knowing that you were slowly starting to warm up to him. “One helluva drink, coming right up!” As he grabs the bottle of bourbon, he then had a thought. He sat the bourbon down and dug out a small vial from the inside of his tux. It was a bottle of Valentino and Velvette’s ‘Love Potion’, an aphrodisiac they were collaborating on. Val gave him a bottle as a gift, but he never thought of using it. But knowing what Y/N had been going though day by day, dealing with that radio fucker’s bullshit all the time, he figured that maybe you needed a little something to help you relax, to feel pleasure and bliss instead of pain and fear. It’s not a betrayal of your trust if there’s good intentions behind it, right?
He pours the potion into the bourbon and mixed it, making sure Y/N wasn’t looking. “This stuff’s got a kick like a mule, but it’s smooth. Just like me.” He chuckles at his own joke, and he hears her giggle along with it. Oh, how he adored that laugh and how he hoped that once his plan worked, he would hear more of it, along with other lovely sounds. Once he poured a glass for himself, he brought the glasses to the couch, giving you the tainted drink and offering you to sit on the couch with him. You couldn’t help but blush a tiny bit from how he looked, the way he was sitting, offering you to join him in a moment to yourselves. You sat next to him, a bit shy, but soon relaxing in the couch. Vox raised his glass, the light from his screen reflecting from the swirling liquor. “To new beginnings, Y/N. May they be as interesting as the journey here.” With that, you both clinked your glasses together, the sound echoing through the room as you both take a long sip, his eyes never leaving you. Luckily, you didn’t notice his gaze as you downed the drink completely.
You could handle bourbon pretty well, that’s pretty much what Husk served at the bar usually, but never as high quality as this. “Man, this stuff is really good. Sweeter than any other bourbon I’ve had.” ‘Yeah, that’s the love potion that’s doing that,’ Vox thought in his head. He smirks, watching you enjoy the drink. His heart pounded in his chest, light flicks of static on his screen due to anticipation. “Glad ya like it, Y/N. It’s a special brand, adds a bit of sweetness to the usual burn. Perfect for those wanting to unwind.” He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt, seeing you this relaxed and comfortable in his presence, even if it was artificially manufactured. He knew it must’ve been a rare sight, one he’d yearned to see for a while now.
He finishes his drink, sitting his empty glass on the coffee table. “Feeling better, sweetheart?” He asks, a tinge of genuine concern in his voice. As he asked that, you started to feel a change in your body. You started to feel way more relaxed, your mind beginning to feel a bit hazy. You weren’t sure why; maybe the bourbon was that good. Your body started to feel hot and you could feel a throbbing feeling between your legs. “I...I’m not sure...I...I feel kinda funny...” you say, your voice slightly slurred. Vox’s smirk widened, his eyes glowing with a devilish delight. “Oh, it’s just the effects of the bourbon, darlin’. Besides, you’ve been so stressed out, you haven’t had any time to just sit and relax.” He moved closer, his hand lightly tracing a line up your arm, causing you to shiver. “Just relax and enjoy the ride, Y/N. I promise it’ll be one hell of a time.” His voice drops to a sultry whisper, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “You trust me, don’t you?” You feel your face grow even warmer as he started to pull you closer to him, his face so close to yours. “I..I guess so... You are a lot nicer than Alastor..” Vox chuckled, the sound low and rich in his throat. “Well, that’s the highest praise i’ve ever heard.” His hand rested on the small of your back, his fingers tracing small circles against your shirt. “I told ya, didn’t I? I ain’t like him. Not one bit.” He tilted his screen down, his glowing eyes meeting your slightly dilated ones. “Just relax, my dear. Let ol’ Vox take care of ya. You won’t regret it.” With that, he leaned in, pressing his lips against your forehead softly, something you were confused on how that worked, but that thought flew away like all the others. “Just trust me, Y/N. I won’t let ya down.”
In what your mind could come up with, as you stared at him and as he spoke with you, the thought of letting him take the wheel was starting to sound really good and you figured that it was better to trust him than anyone else in Hell. At least for now. “Ok..” Vox’s screen lit up with a triumphant grin, his red eyes glowing with delight. “That’s my girl,” he purred, his hand tightening around your waist. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. He whispered against your lips, “You're so cute, Y/N. Just keep relaxing. There’s no need to fight it.” His other hand started explore, trailing down your body to rest on your thigh. His fingers squeezed gently, a small spark of electricity coursing through your body, causing you to moan. He knew your body was growing more sensitive by the minute. He pulled back, his screen displaying a smug smirk. “That’s it, baby. Enjoy the good feelings. Don’t be afraid, darlin’. I’ll take good care of you.”
His hand continued its exploration, trailing up your thigh to rest on your hip. He dug his fingers into your flesh, pulling you even closer against him. His screen returned to your face, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re so responsive, sweetheart. It’s...intoxicating.” He leans in to your ear, his screen barely touching it. “I’m here. There’s no need to be scared.” His touch felt so good, all you wanted in that moment was for him to touch you more. “Ok,” you said. Vox chuckled, his eyes glowing with anticipation. “That’s what I like to hear, Y/N.” His hand slid up from your hip, tracing a path up your side and under your shirt. His fingers curled around your breast, squeezing gently, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips. “You’re so sensitive, darlin’. It’s so sweet.” His other hand slid down, resting on your thigh once more. He pulls your leg around him, positioning himself between your legs. He then starts to slowly strip you of your clothes. You were getting really hot, so it was a relief to get all those clothes off. Soon, you were completely nude before him, on full display. Vox’s eyes roamed your naked form, a low buzz rumbing from his chest. “Damn, Y/N. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” His hands traced over your body, exploring every inch of your skin. He savored every moan and gasp, his touch sparking bits of static wherever he touched. He leaned in, his lips against your neck. “I'll make you feel all kinds of good, baby...”
His hand slid down, tracing a path down your body to rest between your thighs. His fingers teased your folds, a spark of static making you gasp. “That’s it, Y/N, just enjoy it,” he murmured, his voice a soft whisper in your ear. He then moved his face to you and kissed you deeply. You kissed back just as deep, moaning in his mouth as you felt his fingers slowly slip into your pussy. Vox groaned into the kiss, his fingers going deeper into you. He savored your moans, the taste of you on his screen intoxicating. He pulled back, a devilish smirk on his face. “You’re so wet, baby. All for me.” His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you gasp. His other hand was busy teasing your nipple, pinching and twisting it until you were writhing in his arms. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you...”
With that, he picked up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you with a fervor that left you breathless. You moaned more, the pleasure growing in intensity, “Ahh..mm..ohh..” Vox grinned and moved his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit. The combination of him working on your pussy and playing with your breast had you crying out, your body trembling in his arms. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Go ahead and cum for me, baby girl.” It’s not too long until you cum, covering his hand in your juices as your body tensed up.
Vox growled, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he felt you release all over his hand. His fingers slowed, gently stroking you through your orgasm. He slowly removed his hand and marveled at the wetness on it, licking it up until his hand was clean. “You taste so good, darlin’. So good..” His hand moved up, gently brushing a stray hair from your face. “You alright, Y/N?” You were there, still somewhat dazed from your orgasm. But there was one thought going through your head. “I...I...more...I need more...please...” Vox chuckled, “Needy little girl, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby. I’m far from done with ya.” With that, he gently laid you down on the couch, his screen and his body hovering over you. “You ready for more, Y/N?” “Yes...please...I need it...” Vox’s eyes glowed with excitement. “Good girl, ” he purred. You see him take his jacket and pants off, revealing his hard and erect cock. You just sat there, amazed by its size. Could an overlord have a cock that big? Vox smiled, saying, “You like what you see?” He gave his cock a few strokes, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “It’s all for you, baby girl.”
With that, he lined himself up with your entrance, his hands holding your thighs gently. He slowly pushed himself inside you, groaning at the tightness that enveloped him. “Fuuck...that’s it, baby... take it in deep..” Once he was fully inside you, he started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. You gasp and moan in pleasure as he thrusts into you, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting the pleasure consume you. Vox felt a wave of pleasure hit him as he felt your arms go around him. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out.” His thrusts picked up in pace, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you. His hand moved down, his fingers slowly rubbing your clit. “You’re so tight, darlin’. So fucking good..” With that, he picked up the pace, his cock pumping in and out of you. “Ahh..ohh..V..Vox...i..it feels so good...” you moaned, causing Vox to grin. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” He continued his assault on your pussy, pounding into you so much that you were seeing stars. You weren’t sure how many times you came, but you didn’t care. You just wanted Vox to keep fucking you.
“Gahh, fuck yeah...gotta get even deeper...” He then stopped his thrusts and pulled out of you, flipped you onto your belly, and grabbed your hips. “Hold on tight, Y/N. It’s gonna be a wild ride.” He lined himself up with your entrance once more, pushing inside you with a single thrust. He quickly sped up his thrusts, making you a moaning mess. “Ahh..oohh..yes...yes..I...I love it... I love your cock...!” Vox grinned a prideful smile, proud of the fact he was causing you to lose yourself just from his dick. “You’re such a dirty girl, baby. I fucking love it.” It’s not too long til he could feel his climax coming, and he felt your walls flutter, meaning yours was coming too. “Cum for me again, Y/N. Let it out.” “Ahh..mm..V..Vox..! Please cum in me..! Please..! Fill me up with your cum! I can’t take it anymore..!” Vox growled, your pleas of ecstasy driving him further over the edge. “You ready, baby girl? Ready for me to fill you up? I’ll do it, but only on one condition. You belong to me from now on. You like that?” “I..I’ll do it! I’ll only belong to you, Vox! Please, fuck me!” Vox smiled, thrusting even more. “Alright, darlin’. Here it comes...!” With one final, powerful thrust, Vox released inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum. “That’s it, baby..Take it...take it all..” You cum at the same time he does, feeling his cum filling up your womb. You cry out in pure pleasure, your body riddled with pleasure. It was the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Vox kept thrusting, but he started to slow down, letting you both ride your orgasms for as long as possible.
Once everything was done, he pulled out of you and marveled at the cum-covered mess your pussy had become. He smiled, and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “You did amazing, baby.” He brushed a strand of hair away and he looked at you, a bit concerned since you were so quiet, “You okay, Y/N? Do you need anything?” You turned to him and he was amazed at how beautiful you looked. Your eyes looked so full of joy and bliss, and your smile was so warm and genuine. You could almost cry if you saw it for yourself. He felt his heart flutter when he saw that. Yeah, he made the right choice.
You hug him and rest your head on his chest. “I love you so much...”
Time stood still for a moment for Vox when he heard those words. He hoped that he would hear those words come out of your lips towards him, and seeing and hearing it now, it filled his heart with joy. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He let out a quiet chuckle, his screen pressing against the top of your head. “Well you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? I feel exactly the same, baby girl.” He gently waves his hand and summons a wisp of smoke around your neck and along his hand, it soon turning into a collar with a chain leash, him gently gripping onto the chain. You now belonged to him, permanently. And he wasn’t gonna let just anyone touch you like he just did.
He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back in a soothing rhythm. “Just rest now, Y/N. Vox has got you.” You let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms, forgetting about the world and any worries you had. Vox cleaned you up and carried you to his bed, laying you on it then entering it himself. He pulls you close, letting the sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart lull him to sleep.
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matts-k1tten · 24 days
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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.4
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3
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summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..
warnings: Slighttt angst very little, make outs (no actual smut this part sorry guys), arguing, foul language. That’s all I think lemme know if I missed anything.
green: Mia
pink: y/n
orange: Chris
blue: Matt
purple: nick
red: body guard
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“I have another idea.” Mia says from beside me.
I don’t even get to answer when she cuts me off.
“Before you say anything, I want you to be calm.”
I nod for her to keep going.
She takes a deep breath in. “So you know how Chris has brothers, right? One of his older brothers, Matt is one sexy motherfucker. So what I’m saying is, you fuck him since you want to hurt Chris. Sleeping with his brother will hurt, right?”
I laugh in her face.
“Mia! What makes you think I have a chance with Matt? He’s always busy and I haven’t seen him in months!” I say still laughing.
“Well I did a little research and found out that the triplets are going to an influencer party tonight!” Mia yells.
My smile fades “How the fuck?”
“Don’t ask I have my ways.” She says.
“So you want me to fuck Matt at this influencer party? After not seeing him in months? Plus, he probably won’t do it I JUST broke up with his bitch of a brother. Also that’s so risky! What if someone catches us?” I shout nervously.
“Figure it out or something! I don’t know!” She yells.
I groan “What time is it at?”
“9:00pm” She answers.
I look at the time. “6:22pm”
“Mia, if we’re gonna do this then I need to be fucking sexy at this party. Like magic mike type of sexy.” I voice standing up off the couch.
Mia laughs before speaking. “Matt’s type isn’t sexy like that, I mean part of it is. He like girls that don’t show off a lot and aren’t all over him for his attention.”
I look at her funny.
“Mia I have to be all over him for his attention, how else am I supposed to sleep with him?!” I yell.
She holds her finger up at my mouth to quiet me down.
“Shush, just be yourself and don’t over dress for this party! To get Matt’s attention, you have to be near him and be nonchalant. Act sexy flaunt your ass around, Matt’s an ass guy so wear something that compliments your figure.” She speaks quickly.
I think of something in my closet that I could wear to impress Matt without trying when Mia speaks again.
“Oh! and also ‘accidentally’ brush your ass on him when walking by him, he’d love that.”
I chuckle and shake my head.
“Got it!” I laugh and start to walk up to my room.
Mia follows quickly behind me.
“I actually have the perfect dress for this party!” I say opening my closet to look for it.
While i’m looking for it Mia turns on the tv to play music.
“Hey can I borrow one of your dresses cause I didn’t bring one when me.” She asks still looking at the tv.
“Yeah sure let me just find the dress I’m thinking of then I’ll find you one.” I reply still shuffling around my closet.
“Yes I found it!” I yell and throw it on my bed for Mia to look at and approve.
Mia drops the remote and starts to inspect the dress.
It’s this long sleeve dress that has the shoulders showing and lower stomach with the bottom piece short and tight.
“Yes this is perfect! Now find me one.” Mia demands.
“Fine.” I say pulling out another dress.
It’s a shiny short red dress with straps on the shoulders. Something simple.
“I love this!” Mia screams looking at the dress and pressing play on a song.
“Emo boy” by Ayesha Erotica starts playing.
I look at Mia with a small smile.
“Whatt??! It’s to get you ready for Matt!” She yells smiling widely.
I just laugh to myself and start getting ready.
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It is now “8:47pm” and I’m about to be done with my makeup when Mia runs into the bathroom.
“Finish the rest of your makeup in the car, the place is 30 minutes away from here we have to go now!” She squeals.
“What the fuck why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” I shriek and start tossing my makeup in my makeup bag and carrying it with me with the rest of our stuff.
“I didn’t check!” She yells from down the stairs.
“What time are they gonna stop letting people in?” I yell from the top of the stairs.
“9:30-ish” She yells now frantically gathering her stuff.
“Fuck!” I clamor and run out the house.
Mia runs up behind me and locks the door on her way out.
Mia hops in the drivers seat and me in the passenger seat.
Mia starts the GPS and starts driving immediately.
“What the fuck.” Mia whispers.
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We park and quickly get out the car. The building is huge and looks nice on the outside.
It is now “9:25”.
We run up to the entrance and get to the men letting the people in. There was No one in line since everyone has already entered.
One of the men sees Mia and I slowing down in front of them.
“Ah! Y/n Macy and Mia Lewis! We were just about to close the doors, come on in!” One of the men say as the other opens the doors with a smile.
We walk in and look at each other still catching our breathes.
We look forward and stop in our tracks taking in the view in front of us.
It looked nice on the outside I didn’t think it could look better in the inside.
The place was huge with an open space, high ceiling and had a huge bar in the far corner from where we’re at. There’s also a big enough living room to fit 12 elephants.
To the right is where all the drinking games are being held and right next to that are the huge stairs leading up to a beautiful second floor.
There’s a balcony to the far side of the room from us.
I look at Mia with her jaw is to the floor. I laugh at her and drag her to the bar
“If I’m gonna sleep with Matt then I need to be tipsy first.” I vocalize and start to pour some Hennessy.
“Yes! I fucking love Hennessy!” Mia cheers.
We click our glasses and down it.
Mia instantly gets energetic and starts to dance around.
I laugh at her and look around.
I make eye contact with Chris across the room.
He gives me a small smile but I just scoff and roll my eyes along with looking away.
He wears a sad face and continues to talk to the person in front of him.
I put my attention back on Mia and she’s also looking around the room.
“Oh oh! There’s Matt!” She calls out pointing in a direction.
I look towards the direction she’s pointing at and see Matt talking to a beautiful blonde with a smirk on his face.
I look back at Mia with a ‘really’ look.
She looks at me. “What?”
“Mia he’s talking to a gorgeous blonde! I told you this plan wouldn’t work, you see the look on his face?! He’s completely mesmerized by her!” I shout gesturing to him.
Mia looks down as if she was forming a plan in her head.
Her head snaps back up at me.
“How about this, I can distract the girl and while I’m talking to her you can ‘catch up’ with Matt.” She says with a small smile on her face.
I sigh.
“We can try.” I reply.
Mia smiles bigger and drags me up to them.
“Hey! You’re super pretty, I just wanted to come up to you and tell you that I love your outfit and-“ Mia’s voice starts to fade away as she brings the girl to another side of the room.
Now it’s just me and Matt.
“Hey Y/n, it’s been a long time! How you been?” Matt asks as he goes in for a hug.
“I’ve been better, you?” I respond and hug him back.
He pulls away and looks down at me.
“I’ve been alright, I heard about you and Chris. I’m so sorry my brother was an asshole to you.” He speaks holding my shoulders.
“It’s ok Matt, I’ll get over it.” I say forcing a smile.
“Let’s go sit down, we can catch up.” Matt suggests leading me to the balcony.
Matt opens the sliding door and walks through.
There was a couch to the left of the balcony so Matt led me there and sat me down.
“So where were we?”
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Matt and I are laughing as I’m hitting his arm.
“I can’t believe she did that!” I shout and breath.
Matt is breathing heavy and laughing trying to calm down. Matt starts to calm down and looks at me.
I look at him dead in the eyes with a small smile.
I breathe in and look away.
“I have a question for you.” I state.
“What is it?” He replies.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” I force out.
He’s still looking at me and doesn’t say anything. “A while.” he exhales and looks away taking a sip of his drink.
My eyes widen a bit.
“A while?” I repeat. He just nods without looking at me.
“You?” He asks.
“It was a week before me and Chris broke up, that’s the last time we slept together.” I answer.
It fell silent.
“I could treat you better.” He says so quiet I barely caught it.
My head snaps over to him. I sit up on my knees.
“Yeah?” I say quiet while crawling towards him.
He looks at me.
“Yeah.” He says before he leans in our lips crashing together.
I have no time to react once I process what’s happening my eyes flutter closed and our lips move perfectly together.
He places one hand on my cheek and one on my hips pulling me on his lap.
My arms quickly go around his neck as I unintentionally start grinding on his hard.
He pulls away.
“Let’s take this upstairs.” He says softly while rubbing my hips.
I nod and get off him.
I take his hand and lead him back inside. I see Mia still talking to that girl.
Mia looks at me and I smile at her widely and she does the same back.
I was to distracted with Matt that I forgot about why I was trying to sleep with him in the first place. I just wanted to, not to make Chris mad. I wanted to do it because I actually didn’t know how long I’ve been waiting for my chance with Matt.
I lead Matt to a huge empty bed room.
He closes the door behind us and pushes me on the bed quickly crawling on top of me.
He kisses me again but this time the kiss was more hungry and full of desire.
He pulls away again.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He says in a low tone.
I look in his eyes, full of lust.
So are mine.
I smirk and quickly smash my lips against his.
He suddenly grips my hips making me gasp. He uses that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth.
His tongue starts exploring my mouth as if he’s trying to map me out.
Matt goes to take off my skirt but as his hand loops through my waist band, the door flies open.
Matt and I look towards the door and see Chris standing at the door way.
Neither Matt and I have tried to move out the position that we’re in, Matt’s hand is still in my pants and mine are over his neck.
Matt crawls off me and pretends to dust himself off.
I sit up and look at Chris with a shocked face.
Deep down, I’m loving my every second of this moment.
Chris’ face switches from shock to anger.
“What the fuck?!” He screams loud enough for the whole party to hear.
It was only Matt, Chris, and I on the second floor.
“C-Chris it’s not what it looks like.” Matt says while slowly stepping closer to him.
“Really Matt? It’s not what it looks like? It’s not that I saw you two run upstairs and you are now on top of her and you know I still love her!” He says impossibly louder.
Matt stops in his tracks.
“You-“ He swallows.
“You still love her? You didn’t say anything about that! Chris you cheated on her!” Matt shouts.
Chris stays silent as Matt goes on.
“I wouldn’t have slept with her if I knew that you still loved her!”
Chris opens his mouth to speak but closes it.
“Unbelievable.” Matt says under his breath and hits his shoulder as he walks away.
“Where are you going?!” Chris screams after him.
“I’m getting Nick, we’re going home! We’ll sort this out later!” Matt shouts back in an angry tone.
As Matt stomps away, I can see Chris’ hurt face.
He looks at the floor and that’s when I realize, I don’t only get back at Chris but I also made his and Matt’s relationship terrible and left it for them to sort out.
I quickly get up and speed walk by Chris.
I run down the stairs and try to find Mia, I see her still talking to that girl looking like they’re both having an amazing time.
Mia spots me and walks towards me.
She hops out her seat and tells the girl to call her later.
“So how’d it go? Did you ‘accidentally’ brush you ass against him?” Mia asks with a laugh.
I look at her with a worried face.
Her smiles fades.
“What’s wrong? Did something go wrong?” She asks frantic as we walk out the building.
“I fucked up.” Is all I say in a broken voice struggling to hold in tears.
“Tell me sweetheart, what happened?” Mia asks again as we reach the car.
I hop in the passenger seat and Mia in the drivers.
“I fucked up so bad, I didn’t even fuck Matt I wanted to but not because of Chris but because I realized that I’ve liked Matt.”
Mia moves her head to the side in confusion.
“I-I” I try to speak but some stray tears fall with me not being able to control it.
“shh shh it’s ok, breath talk to me.” Mia says softly while rubbing my back.
I take deep breathes before starting.
“Matt and I got into a bedroom but we didn’t know Chris saw us, also at that time I wasn’t even thinking about Chris I was just thinking of Matt and I. So when we got to the bedroom, we were doing the usual and then Chris barges in then they argued-“ I take in a deep breath.
“Then Chris revealed he still loved me and Matt got mad and said that they’re going home to sort it and when he left the room, I saw Chris’ face and that’s when I realized I fucked up their relationship.” I say quickly.
I breath heavily as Mia looks at me.
“Do you need me tonight? Cause I can stay with you forever.” She says softly.
I nod and she smiles and starts up the car.
It’s then I get a text from Nick.
Nick
What the fuck did you do?
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a/n: what we’ve all been waiting for!! I love leaving yall with little cliffhangers 😝😝. I know you little kitty’s wanted Matt in here so I’m just feeding you guys. Also guys, sorry it took me so long to post this I was just trying to make sure that it was perfect and long enough because I know that my stories aren’t that long.
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luvm4thers · 5 months
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B-Rabbit Headcanons:
jimmy smith jr. x fem!reader ₊ ⊹
prompt: you're jimmy's dancer girlfriend. 🐇
⚠: slight nsfw, fluffy fluff fluff
request: yes!! @heyitstial
a/n: this is my first request so i hope you enjoy it !! also thanks for choosing my fav cute lil' rabbit<33
(gif of my own) ₊˚⊹♡
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He would brag about you to his homies, telling them how amazing of a job you have and how mesmerizing you are while you're doing it. He would definitely not stand any negative or suggestive comments about you, firmly telling everyone around him to be careful with their words if they don't want problems.
You support his rap career and he supports your dancing career. Jackpot.
Sometimes he would be possessive over you, knowing that other people could be looking at your body too much, even if it was on an innocent way. He wouldn't hesitate to make you remember you're his only.
If he has the chance he would leave love bites on your neck, collarbone and shoulders for the same reason. He knows you'll maybe have to cover it up with makeup later, but you know how playful he can be. He does it on purpose.
If you learn something new he would be eager to see it, all of his attention will be on you.
He wouldn't miss the chance to ask for you to dance for him.
Calm demeanor but his blue eyes would be always locked on you, making you feel all fluttery and tense inside.
If you have any public performances, he would be your biggest fan on the crowd. If he has the opportunity, he's going to bring flowers, or even a sign with something written in it.
Him bringing Lily along with him to your performance, showing her just how amazing you are.
When it comes to you, he's got all the time on the world to show off. He would be yelling ''That's right, that's Rabbit's girl, the best dancer on all of Detroit, I hope y'all motherfucking get it straight!'' at the end, making sure to brag with a smile and a laugh.
You blushing furiously at what Jimmy says at the end of your performances, having the need to give him ALL the kisses in the world. (please do)
He would try to learn how to dance with you, but at the end it would end up with the two of you laughing together and just having a good time. He knows his natural talent isn't dancing, but he's willing to give it a try as he's fascinated by you and also likes to make you laugh. And deep down, he likes when you think he's cute. (but won't tell you)
You giving him the nickname ''Dancer Bunny'' after he tried learning how to dance with you, earning a hearty laugh from him and maybe some blushing.
Stripteasing would be a yes. He would ask for it with the excuse of ''wanting to see how you can use your talent'', but you know he just loves seeing you move, and more if it's only for him.
''Babe, show me how those hips can move for me?''
Be sure that turns him on more than anything. You are the only one those ocean eyes want to look to, anyway.
Him being very cuddly and needy, loving your touch and sighing everything you caress his short hair or give him time to relax with you.
LOTS of reassurance. Like, lots.
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gatoru · 2 years
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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 || aot characters x you
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their favorite songs to play while fucking you, and how they do it
characters: eren, armin, reiner, porco, jean, levi, hange, pieck, annie
cw: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, marking, hair pulling, face sitting, squirting, dom/sub dynamics if you squint, fingering pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweetie), praise, afab!reader, mommy kink for annie. (let me know if i missed anything) +18 ONLY!
eren: all mine - plaza
eren likes to feel like he owns you, even if he doesn’t – he likes to place his hand on your neck, lightly squeeze it as his hips move against yours. a shaky breath leaves his lips, your eyes roll into your skull: he can feel your climax approaching when you run your nails through his back, making him hiss in pleasurable pain. “tell me, who does this pussy belong to, huh? say my name when you cum around my cock.”
you do, too fucked out to choose anything else other then him.
“you, eren! ‘m yours”
“that’s right baby” he says, as your body spasms “all mine”
armin: die for you - the weeknd
armin likes intimacy when he’s fucking you – he likes to worship every single inch of your body, making eye contact with you as he does so. he’s the type of person who prefers slow and deep rather than hard and fast, slowly – awfully slowly – rolling his hips against yours. one of your legs is hooked on his shoulder, and he lays a gentle kiss on your calf, blue eyes staring into your. 
“you look so pretty like this baby, so fucking sexy” he breathes against the shell of your ear. “so fucking pretty”
reiner: quick music doodles - two feet 
reiner is an intense guy, and the song helps setting the mood. the atmosphere grows thick with want, and he looks like he’s about to devour you when you crawl to his lap. you throw your head back once he brushes the tip of his cock against your aching entrance. it doesn’t matter how many times you fuck him, the stretch is still there – still setting your insides on fire. 
his palms are firm on your waist, helping you while you attempt to take all of him. you’re bouncing on his cock, adrenaline pumping through your veins. 
“yeah, go ‘head baby, take all of it”
porco: reckless - arin ray
listen, porco is one cocky motherfucker. you don’t have to see him to know there’s a teasing smirk blooming on his lips as he enters you, holding a fistful of your hair with one hand and laying a playful smack on your ass with the other. you whine, moving your ass towards his hips, silently begging for more. 
his arm hooks around your stomach, as porco brings his body closer to yours. he doesn’t build up, fucking you hard and fast from the get go. 
“you’re so tight, fuck-” he groans, biting the soft skin of your shoulder. “gripping on me so tight, feel so good around me”
jean: sativa - jhene aiko
jean likes the build up before actually fucking you – he likes your nervous smiles and giggles, the way you shiver when he places a large hand on your thigh. he likes the sensuality of it, the warm feeling on his stomach once you palm him though his jeans, mid kiss. 
he likes milking orgasm after orgasm out of you, jean is entranced by the way your body squirms when he pushes his dick inside your needy cunt.
“too much-” you try to say, too lost in the feeling. jean moves the hair out of your face.  
“shh, it’s okay baby” he kisses your neck, his hard cock fully inside you now. “i know you can gimme one more.”
levi: L$D - asap rocky 
levi craves relief when you meet him at night. he wastes no time in telling you what he expects from you, giving you a set of rules and expectations. more than anything, levi loves putting you in your place. 
one of his hands holds both your wrists against the soft mattress as he pounds into you, relentlessly. 
he’s feral on top of you, marking your body – claiming you as his prized possession. levi likes to swallow your whines when you cum, kissing you. his stamina never betrays him.
“i know you love to act out, sweetheart” he says, condescendingly. “but you have to face the consequences now” 
hange: let me love you - ariana grande
hange likes to feel connected to you, needs to taste every inch of your skin – big brown eyes looking straight into yours as they eat you out. 
their slender fingers grip on the fat of your thighs, squeezing them. their tongue laps at your sensitive clit, overworking your pearl of nerves. hange gets lost in your taste, groaning against your drenched cunt when you grip on their dark brown hair. your juices squirt out of you, as a thread of curses leave your lips.
“taste so good baby,” they mumble against your pussy. “can you do that again for me?”
pieck: white tee - summer walker
pieck likes to feel close to you – she loves the way her name leaves your lips. 
with a couple of digits curling inside you, as your hips roll against her hand, she lays open mouthed kisses all over your chest. her warm, wet tongue plays with your nipples, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.
“pieck, pieck.” her name falls out of your lips, like a mantra. almost as if she’s all you know.
“gonna cum around my fingers?” you nod, unable to speak. “give it to me, wanna feel that shit”
annie: fetish - selena gomez
annie likes to feel needed – she craves to hear your cries, begging for her. 
your mouth waters as she crawls on top of you, a smile nothing short of wolfish blooming on her lips.
“ready sweetie?” she asks, looking down at you. 
“yes mommy.” you reply eagerly,fingers gripping the fat of her thighs. she climbs up, her wet cunt hovering over your face. 
she moans once her pussy comes in contact with your warm mouth, as you desperately taste her. you can’t properly breathe but that doesn’t matter. your tongue swirls around her clit, moving in all different directions that make her breathe heavily and move her hips against your face. 
“you’re so good to me baby, always taking what i give you. if you behave, i might let you breathe”
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d0g0r0t · 6 months
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HEYYYYUYY I loved ur Toby put in the silly bin post. Can u make a follow up post on when he  escapes and finds his s/o? If not an NSFW Toby HCs? PLEASEEE TYTYTYTY <33
When Toby got institutionalized Pt2
TW: suicidal thoughts. Death. Nfsw.
Pt 1
Pt 3
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OMG I LOVE THIS U GUYS SO CREATIVE!!!!!
Part 1 on my page :D
He couldn't do anymore. He had enough
It was either he got the fuck out of here or suicide.
He missed you so much and the fact he was stuck in this dumb human zoo unable to see his one and only
He HAD to get out
He was going insane, sure he was already insane but not having you in his arms and not having you in sight at all times made him snap.....Again
A few minutes before lights out he took his chance. Quickly tackling a female nurse and taking advantage of her weakness. he quickly stole the pocket knifes all workers carried and without a second thought killed her with one clean slice
The screams and yelling echoed the room as he quickly stood up and saw nurses surroundings him. But the one he went after was the poor old lady who was calling security
Stab after stab one by one body's were dropping and the white walls soon turned a deep red.
The screams slowly faded out as he was left standing there with body's all around.
Oh but he wasn't done yet
Not at all
Slowly walking down to the main office almost jumping with excitement as he let out deep and cracked laughs
Barging open the door he sees the head of the facility
"You.... motherfucker HOW DARE YOU TAKING ME AWAY FROM HER!?"
With in seconds he was over the desk and straggling him with all his might almost able to snap his neck
Watching his face turned blue as he let out struggled cracks and sobs put a smile on his face
Seeing the man go limp in his chair he quickly grabbed the keys and he was out... he actually did HE ACTUALLY FUCKING GOT OUT!
Frantically running threw the door almost slipping on his way out he ran as fast as he could threw the forest to find you...
Finding you..
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Panting like a exhausted dog he finally stumbles his way to flimler territory
"Y/n..."
He mumbled out to himself. Looking around the forest in sight of anyone at this point. It was dark and foggy and he could feel tears stream from his cheeks becoming panicked that he couldn't find you
"Y/N!!..."
He sobbed out loudly. Feeling his knees going weak and giving out on him as he ran threw the woods like a mad man. His breathing becoming hyper.
"Y/N WHERE ARE YOU!!!!..."
"Toby?...."
Turning around and seeing you.. seeing your gorgeous hair seeing those tried and soft eyes of yours seeing your gentle hands... he stared at you like it was a dream.
He quickly ran over to you, tackling you to the ground in a tight hug. The wind being knocked out of you as he wrapped himself around you. Trembling and so happy to see you
"Y/n...."
He cried out. Feeling all those pent up emotionals you've been holding finally pouring out of you as you hugged him tightly letting out happy crys.
He placed weak and quick kisses all over your face and down your neck as he laid on top of you like a puppy.
"I-I missed you s-s-so much.."
He whimpered against your cheeks as he let out soft cries finally coming down. Running your fingers threw his hair as you returned the kisses along his forehead. You couldn't help but smile with every kiss you plant
NSFW TIME!*@,@>,$
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After you two calm down he instantly RAILED you in the middle of the forest.
He honestly had to he was so painfully hard
He would grab at your body taking chuncks of your flesh in both hands as he pins you up against a nearby tree
Praising you and giving a a handful of compliments
"Oh God your so pretty" "you take me so well" "please. You feel so good"
Yk 😋 just silly Toby things
He can't get enough of you. Drinking you in like a depressant
He trys his best not to hurt you but being away from you for so long he couldn't help but slammed himself balls deep in you.
He would be on the verge of tears you feel so good. Whimpering and whining as you take him so well
His hands would be shaking and all over you. Grabbing your chest and ass and hair.
He would leave so many kisses on your skin. Your like his little dessert. You were so sweet to him!
He would wrap his arms around your waist and moan in your ear as he pounds you in the tree
Bros a little silly
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ANYWAYS THANK U 4 THE REQUEST SORRY IF ITS NOT THE BEST! AND SORRY THIS IS SO LONG 💀
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irisintheafterglow · 7 months
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hi!! so i just want to say your writing is so beautiful and fun, and i LOVED reading your rockstar!gojo imagine!!!! is there any possibility of you writing a part 2 to that anytime soon?
much love and thank you! xx
thank you for the ask!! HELL YEAH LETS GET THIS SHIT i love writing this imagine so much
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"hi, pretty. you off work yet?" his blindingly beautiful face takes up your entire phone screen at a heinous angle. his forehead took up about 80% of the camera with unsettling blue eyes and an elegant nose added on as an afterthought. he looked stupid, but somehow it made you miss him even more.
you shake your head, rubbing your eyes in the dim lights of the break room. "not yet, no. i got asked to work overtime since one of the associates called out for a family emergency." disappointment pangs deep in your chest when his smile falters for a moment, but it's back in full force just as it disappeared.
"ah, that's alright. make that bank, baby." his encouragement has you smiling like an idiot and it only makes you feel worse. you wanted to skip the shift so badly it was making you hyperventilate; but, you couldn't, not if you didn't want your boss to deny you that raise.
"i'm sorry i'm not able to make it."
"don't be. i'll just be singing a little extra passionately tonight." he winks a twinkling eye at you and it makes you feel a little lighter. he wasn't angry. he never was. irritated and isolated sometimes, sure, but he never raised his voice with you. he never made you feel like a burden despite carrying the world on his shoulders, too. "when you see everyone go crazy on twitter, know i'm thinking of you."
you roll your eyes a little at his antics. tonight wouldn't be the first time satoru caused unrest on social media and it wouldn't be the last. it was only a few nights ago that he misjudged the timing of going out to dinner and had to throw his jacket over your face to conceal your identity while you ran hand-in-hand to the car. you thought it was a close-call, that no one would bat an eyelash.
the fans, to put it plainly, lost their shit.
within the hour, "WHO IS HE WITH" and "WHAT THEF CUK" were trending globally. many update accounts made matching profile pictures, one photo of your boyfriend with a dazzling smile and the other of you looking like you're getting held for ransom. you apologized profusely to ijichi, who spent the remainder of the night quieting the media firestorm trying to expose your identity. perks of dating the most adored musician of the time.
"i think a part of you relishes in the chaos you cause, satoru."
"what can i say? chaos is in my blood." you snort, only to check the time and grimace at your break soon ending. several miles across the city, his focus flicks to the side, offscreen, and he does a discreet little nod to who you could only assume was suguru. it was almost time for them to go on, but he was keeping the crowd waiting because he wanted to keep talking to you. sappy motherfucker.
"punctuality definitely isn't. you gotta go play." he huffs in protest and jumps slightly when shoko bangs on the door of the dressing room, telling him to get off his lovesick ass.
"fine, just because i wanna see you sooner. not because shoko told me to."
"you're hopeless."
"only for you," he grins, standing and looping the wire of his in-ear monitors around his ear. they were custom made, one side bright red and the other electric blue. you accompanied him to the appointment where they fit the foam into his ears, which entailed lots of oh, ew and what the fuck this is so gross. you let him hold your hand the entire time like he was a child in a doctor's office. now, you were cursing corporate for withholding your raise and preventing you from chilling backstage while your boyfriend flirted with thousands of people. none of it bothered you, though. his heart was yours from the moment he sat next to you.
"i love you!"
"i love you more."
"i love you most. see you at home, gorgeous."
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yk that one part of miss americana where tay is running backstage and looking for joe and she says "i couldn't find you and i got sad?" yeah. that's what it's like at the end of satoru's shows.
likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <3
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felixblankspace · 3 months
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Christmas reunion (or just a normal, but snowy night) | Mirage Leosagis small writing
Usagi is not happy.
He's never happy when it's cold and the snow covers the land.
His feet hurt.
He's tired and wants to nap in a warm place.
That day was not his day, at all.
He was not feeling lucky even when he find a abandom hut.
The hut was not much, but you can make a fire inside and not freeze.
Usagi was cursing himself, after so many years traveling he still hadn't learned not to trust the weather. He was near the Geishu Province so he would go when the snow allowed him to see at least two meters in front of his nose.
He make a fire and tried to get confortable...
He made a campfire, then closed his eyes so he could rest --- it wasn't like he could see anything outside anyway.
Usagi was already feeling a bit warm and relaxed, he believed that things could get better until…
"MOTHERFUCK--R!!"
Usagi opened his eyes in surprise and immediately stood up, taking his swords and moving to the entrance seeing a stranger approaching and complaining until their body became more of blur to Usagi's eyes...
"Leonardo?", Usagi ask, shooked.
"wait-- Usagi?"
Both men looked at each other.
Usagi felt something heavy on his heart...
Were his eyes betraying him?
This damn cold weather was making him seen things?
Usagi took a deep breath before feeling Leonardo's arms embracing him... it felt so conforting.
"So many years and I'm here", Leonardo said.
Usagi was perplex... He couldn't muster a word until Leonardo lose his loose grip a little.
Leonardo was not wearing his mask, he was even wearing clothes... warm clothes that make him look rounder... but Usagi recornice him so easily, like a part of his soul was connected deeply to him.
Without said a word Usagi touched Leonardo's face, he touch his wrinkles and his features...
"This is really you, Leonardo... my friend", he muster and Leo smile.
"You look older" Leo said touching Usagi's hand still on his face.
"The time pass for everyone..."
"You are right"
After knowing smiles, Usagi and Leo moved to be near the fire.
They sat together.
Leonardo, despite being dressed properly, he was still cold, so Usagi shared his cloak with him, making them much closer.
"I had lost hope of seeing you again…" Usagi said. "The last time I saw you... you were in another skin with no memories of me or our adventures"
The word set a nostalgic atmosfere, Leonardo sigh being aware of the multiverse around him. He had already gotten over the idea that his time was up, he had no problems with it… what he was not aware of was that Usagi had met one of his alternatives and that made him feel something inside his heart.
"He was wearing blue..." Usagi said feeling how Leonardo look at him.
"You are his friend?", Leonardo ask and Usagi nod.
"He's a good friend"
Leonardo scratched the back of his neck, feeling something he couldn't define.
Without being able to put his feelings into words, he decided to look away. Usagi was looking at the fire...
"Although it was not the same tho..."
"With you I learned things, with you I felt things and with you I lived things."
Usagi sighed looking at Leonardo who looked back at him as Usagi hugged his arm with a small smile.
"No one will ever make me forget what I experienced with you… those are precious memories for me and only have your face in it."
Leonardo felt his heart feel warm again... He leans in to feel Usagi's natural warmth and closes his eyes. He was the only Leo in Miyamoto's heart and that's pretty... motivating.
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"I see...", Leo said with a smile.
Usagi looked at Leonardo with eyes full of affection.
Both men kept warm that snowy night. Leonardo wasn't angry or sad about missing Christmas dinner…
Neither of them thought they would be separated in the same way they found each other again… but it didn't matter.
They would say their proper goodbyes when the time was right and enjoy their time together as if they would never be separated again.
Fin...
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writingsbyren · 2 years
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Navy Blue - Part Two | R.C.
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Kook Reader
Warning(s): 18+ due to explicit unprotected sexual intercourse (p in v sex), oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, language, alcohol consumption. Minors, do NOT interact.
Summary: When the reader decided to return home to Kildare Island after graduating from college, the last thing she expected was to fall in love. Let alone fall head over heels for her worst enemy.
Part One
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Rafe Cameron hit her like a motherfucking freight train. A beautiful, six feet, two inch freight train with ocean blue eyes and a smile that could make anyone weak in the knees. Although he certainly was easy on the eyes, it was his heart and soul that completely took her by surprise and swept her off her feet.
Unbeknownst to her, the day after they got together, he left work early and spent his afternoon clearing out one side of his closest, and making space in the dresser for her clothes. Five trash bags filled with items to donate later, when she arrived home, she found that he had gathered all of her toiletries and brought them into the master bathroom, where he designated an area solely for her belongings around the second sink and in the shower. “I hope you don’t mind but I hung up your clothes in the closet already,” he admitted sheepishly, a slight blush appearing across the tops of his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. Flashing a bright smile, she strolled over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly before pressing her lips to his neck, directly beside his prominent Adam’s apple that she loved so much. “Thank you,” she whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck and inhaling his scent as he enveloped her in a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. She would never be able to get enough of him. Especially when he always walked around the house in nothing but a pair of black sweats or gym shorts, both of which hung dangerously low on his hips. Between his tight trapezius muscles, strong arms, chiseled abs and delicious pelvic lines that dipped into his pants, his body was constantly distracting her. He knew it too, shamelessly using it in his favor every chance he got. The deep, rumble of his voice pulled her from her sinful thoughts. His words making her smile even bigger, “Anything for my girl.”
The couple quickly developed new patterns, falling into a seamless routine together over the span of a few weeks. Never having lived with a boyfriend before, Y/N was discovering the truth behind the term ‘domesticated bliss.’ Everyday, her painfully handsome boyfriend went out of his way to make her feel how much he adored her. Little things, like making her coffee in the mornings, throwing her towel in the dryer, while she showered, so she could wrap herself in the warm, fluffy fabric the moment she cut the water off or how he would randomly send flowers to her office. When she’d ask what they were for, he would always respond with something like, “Because it’s Tuesday and I miss my girl.” He evoked feelings deep inside of her that she never knew she was capable of producing.
Despite his reformed ways, his inner bad boy would rear its head from time to time and when it did, she loved every minute of it. Rafe Cameron had certainly not gone soft. Instead of being self-destructive and reckless with his behavior like the boy she used to know, he carefully calculated and weighed his options before throwing caution to the wind. He wouldn’t do anything to damage his reputation with the town he’d grown to love and certainly not the girl he’d dreamt of since puberty. So when he wanted to be bad, it usually involved driving her crazy within the safe confines of their home.
One Saturday, he surprised her with tickets to a Tarheels football game against none other than their rivals, Duke University. Considering it was her first time attending a UNC game as an alumni, the excitement was palpable. After spending the morning tailgating with a few of her sorority sisters, Y/N found herself quite tipsy before the game even started. Although she was nowhere close to being drunk, the buzz that she caught made her quite handsy with her boyfriend, despite being in public. “Is it me or are you being a little.. possessive today?” He quirked a brow at her, making no attempt at hiding his smug grin as his hand on her hip flexed. She was perched on his lap, beverage in hand, her back pressed against his chest with his arm wrapped around her. Wearing her favorite Carolina Blue mini dress, equipped with a ‘Beat Duke’ button pinned near her breasts, she was the epitome of a southern belle during college football season. Every strand of hair in perfect place, while her makeup looked flawless. “Hmm?” She hummed, playing dumb as she shifted in his lap, purposefully teasing him. “Keep it up and you won’t make it into the stadium,” he warned, sending chills down her spine, despite the eighty degree weather.
She usually wasn’t one to tease but with the alcohol in her system and the way he was practically eye-fucking her in front of her friends, it was too much fun to test him and push the limits. During a round of flip cup, she intentionally bent over more than necessary, knowing that Rafe was directly behind her and would catch an eye full. The moment her solo cup landed upright on the cheap table, the game advanced to the next person on her team as a hand gripped her wrist. Not enough to hurt but enough to demand her immediate attention. Her eyes flashed to his as he towered over her with a look she’d never seen before. On the inside, excitement radiated throughout her. Although outwardly, she somehow remained calm, pretending to be completely unbothered. “Go to the truck,” he stated lowly, eyes locked on hers. She nodded her head, turning towards her friends. “Okay. Let me just say goodbye t-“ Before she could take a single step, his grip tightened and she fell silent. He bent down, lips directly by her ear as he spoke, “I said go to the goddamn truck, Y/N.” Every hair on her body stood on end as she lit up with desire. Without a single word in reply, she started walking in the direction of his truck with Rafe hot on her heels.
Thanks to his long strides, he made it to the vehicle before her and when he opened the door to the backseat, she had to sink her teeth into her bottom lip, so the smile that threatened to split her face in half didn’t appear. They were playing a game, after all and she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was winning. “Rafe, there’s people right there,” she motioned to the large group of people on the opposite side of the truck. A sarcastic laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. “Get in,” he demanded, taking her elbow and guiding her into the backseat. This time, she followed his orders without any pushback. He followed and shut the door behind him, locking the doors with his key fob before tossing his keys into the front seat. “You don’t listen for shit, do you?” He pulled her into his lap with ease, making her straddle his waist. She chuckled nervously as he brushed her hair to one side of her neck, nipping and biting at her shoulder. “I’ve always been hard headed,” she murmured, voice already breathless due to his lips. He chuckled, his hands disappearing under her dress and taking hold of her panties. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth.” He peeled the thin fabric from her core with ease, tossing the lacy garment on the floorboard before grasping her round cheeks roughly, guiding her to grind her already soaking wet pussy against his crotch. “Here’s what’s going to happen, princess.” He paused, kissing his way up her throat. “You’re going to ride me until you physically can’t anymore,” he informed her before kissing her deeply. “Then when we get home, I’m going to teach you a lesson about being a tease.” His palm met her bare ass cheek, making her yelp in pain, clutching onto the collar of his expensive button-up shirt for deer life. “Fuck, Rafe,” she groaned, crashing her lips to his. He chuckled before kissing her back, his hands busy with his shorts. “That’s exactly what you’re about to do. Be a good girl and ride my cock, pretty baby.”
Y/N didn’t have to be told twice. As he reached down and angled his tip underneath her hole, she sank town until he was fully seated inside of her. Her head fell back, while he watched her through hooded eyes. While she adjusted to his size and the incredible stretch he provided, Rafe pushed the thin spaghetti straps that held up her dress off her shoulders. He roughly tugged down the material until her tits were on full display. By the grace of all things holy, she decided to go braless that morning. She’d never been so grateful for making such a quick decision for the sake of her outfit. “Goddamn, baby,” he groaned, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers. The action made her hips buck and he chuckled, squeezing her hip with his free hand, keeping her in place with ease. “F-fuck,” she gasped, clutching him close with one hand on his left bicep and the other at the nape of his neck. Slowly, she began rolling her hips against his as her head lolled forward, resting her forehead against his. He flashed his million dollar smile, grabbing her hips and forcing her to ride him harder as he whispered words of encouragement along the way. It didn’t matter to either of them that there was a small crowd of people only a few feet away. If anything, the threat of being caught only added to the excitement.
Feeling herself slowly creeping toward her finish, which was already building, she tightened her grip on his body and quickened the pace of her hips. “That’s it,” he groaned, his hands falling to her backside, where he smacked one of her cheeks. The sound reverberated, along with her moan, as her hips stuttered. “Aww,” he cooed, brushing her hair away from her line of sight as he met her eyes. “Are you ‘bout to cum?” She nodded frantically, gnawing on her bottom lip in a desperate attempt to stop herself from being any louder. The tip of his cock was hitting all of the right places and she was moments away from pure ecstasy. “Yeah? Already? Use your words, baby.” He was chastising her and she knew it. Although it should have infuriated her, she found herself even more turned on. “I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” she whimpered, grabbing a fist full of his shirt in her dominant hand and pulling him close to her. She wanted his lips on hers so bad that she would do anything to get it. “So close,” she warned, chasing his lips. Only for him to smile before lifting her off of his cock completely. Her mouth fell open in silent protest, while Rafe’s chest rumbled with sadistic laughter and her finish disappeared into thin air as her pussy clenched around nothing. He clutched her face as tears began to fill her eyes. “Sucks bein’ teased, huh?” She stared at him in total disbelief, completely frozen in place as he peppered sweet kisses over her face and down her neck. “I’ll make it up to you when we get home. Get in the front seat.”
They didn’t make it through the door of their home before he was making good on his promise. He roughly bent her over the hood of his Ford, the metal still warm against her chest from their drive back as he sank to his knees and buried his face into her pussy from behind. “Oh, shit,” she cried out as his tongue darted across her clit. With his hands wrapped around the front of her thighs, spreading her legs wide and pulling her back to him, he focused on licking her in languid strokes as she mewled in response. He closed his eyes, savoring her taste as the sound of her ragged breaths and salacious moans went straight to his stiff dick. It didn’t take long before he finally satisfied the acute ache that she’d been suffering from since the early morning. His teeth barely grazed her bundle of nerves and she fell apart without any warning. “Fuck yes, baby,” he encouraged, continuing to lap up her wetness until she sagged against the front of the truck, her legs weak and her body riddled with aftershocks from her orgasm. “Rafe,” she murmured as he got to his feet, trailing his lips to her ass and up her spine before slowly turning her to face him. The moment her eyes met his, he smiled, leaning in to kiss her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered seconds before his lips found hers and he kissed her with every ounce of passion he could muster. For the second time that day, she fisted her hands into his shirt. Only this time, she wouldn’t be happy until it was gone from his body and on the floor. “M’gonna make it to to you all night,” He stated against her lips before attaching them again. She smirked, answering with a simple challenge, “You better.”
And god, did he. He made her cum a second time before they even made it to their bedroom, having stopped to strip her down, lay her out and fuck her hard on the center island in the kitchen.
By the time her back met the king mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covered both their bodies. Her hair was a fucked out mess, only remnants of her makeup left behind, while he resembled absolute perfection as he stood at the foot of the bed, fisting his cock. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck those pretty tits,” he stated, licking his lips. She pushed herself onto her elbows, watching him through hooded eyes. “Do it,” she whispered, eyes silently begging. Only for him to shake his head with a smile as he climbed on top of her. “Not tonight,” he whispered, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, circling the hardened bud with his tongue. He repeated the action until a breathy moan fell from her pouty lips. She grabbed the back of his head, loving the way his buzz cut felt underneath her fingers as she arched into him. “Wanna fill you up,” he admitted as he switched his focus to her other breast. He reached down and teased her slit with the tip of his middle finger, making her whimper for more. “You looked so pretty riding me earlier. Think you can do that again for me?” She moaned as he pushed his finger into her, his knuckles stretching her but only enough to tease her. “Fuck, yes,” she answered, pressing her palms flat to his chest, giving him a gentle push that forced him to release her nipple from his mouth.
In a fraction of a second, he shifted their position and rolled onto his back as she straddled his hips. Just like she did hours ago except this time, there wasn’t a stitch of clothing between the two of them. “Wait.” He grabbed her hips, digging the tips of his fingers into her skin as she froze. “Give me a second.” Her brows furrowed with concern, her heart beating rapidly within the safe confines of her chest cavity as he smiled in return, sliding his hands down her thighs. “Jus’ want to look at you for a minute.” As he spoke, his eyes darted over every inch of her. Butterflies erupted deep within her stomach as a deep, crimson blush appeared on her neck, creeping up snd dusting her cheeks. Unfortunately for her, Rafe saw it but instead of teasing, he smiled brighter. The look in his eyes only communicated one thing: Love. The word alone used to strike fear into her heart but now, everything had changed. The tall boy that used to drive her crazy for all the wrong reasons had managed to wiggle himself inside and stake claim on her heart. There was no doubly in her mind. She was in love with Rafe Cameron and judging by the way he looked at her, he felt the same way.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before placing his palm above her belly button. With his eyes locked with hers, he slowly moved his hand up and over her abdomen, between her breasts and over her décolletage before stopping at the base of her neck. Her breathing hitched as he wrapped his hand around her and pulled her down to crash his lips to hers. Together, they poured every ounce of themselves into the kiss and communicated everything the other needed to know. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, pumping him a few times as he hissed against her lips. Despite the multiple orgasms that he’d delivered to her that evening, he’d yet to allow himself finish once. It was one of the most selfless things she had ever experienced and it turned her on like crazy. Angling his swollen tip against her opening, she bit down on his bottom lip and lowered herself down. The strangled moan that fell from his lips was enough to finish her off but that, in combination with the way his grip tightened around her throat? She was convinced she’d died and gone to heaven. “Fuck. Yes,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillows, eyes closed tight. With his free hand, he gripped her hip and held her in place as he tried not to blow his load too early. She used the opportunity to her advantage by attacking his neck with wet, open mouth kisses. As she went back over the same areas she previously kissed, she rotated between nipping and sucking different areas with the intention of marking her territory. “Baby,” he whined, the sound making her clench around his hard cock that was buried so deep inside of her, she could’ve sworn she felt him in her stomach. “Ride me.” He squeezed her neck and she grinned, finding his lips as she moved her hips in slow figure eights. They moaned into each other’s mouths as she quickened her hips, bouncing on his cock. With every forward thrust of her hips, he pushed his own to meet her, shoving himself even deeper inside her warm, welcoming cunt. Gently squeezing the sides of her neck with one hand, holding her lips against his, he reached between her legs and rubbed her swollen clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure that pushed her over the edge. He was right behind her, filling her up and fucking his cum back into her until they both collapsed against one another.
Before either of them had time to catch their breath, he shifted and carefully rolled her onto her back before he moved from the bed and headed to the master bathroom. He emerged moments later with a wet wash cloth in one hand and her makeup wipes in the other. She smiled, reaching out to take care of the cleanup herself but he playfully smacked her hands away with a scowl. He sat the makeup wipes down, far out of her reach and he carefully cleaned her up. He treated her like the finest china, his movements slow and unbelievably gentle as he exposed her to aftercare that she never knew existed. Little did she know that it was a first for Rafe too. He discarded the washcloth in his hamper before opening the makeup remover wipes and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” he murmured, taking her hand in his and gently tugging her towards him. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back so he had better access as he gently wiped her face, removing any leftover foundation from her skin and mascara from her long lashes. The feeling of the cool wipe felt incredible against her skin but when her eyes fluttered open, it was the way he looked at her that made her heart completely stop. Quickly, he discarded the wipe in the trash and crawled back into bed with her, wrapping his long arms around her and hugging her tight. Within seconds, they fell asleep without sharing a single word, both previously expressing exactly how they felt with their eyes.
The next morning, it was the bright rays of sunshine breaking through the blinds that forced her awake. After blinking away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, she focused on the heavy arm that was wrapped around her. She looked down to find his hand fondling one of her breasts, his signet ring pressed to her hardening nipple She smiled, snuggling further into her pillow, ready to fall back asleep until a wave of nausea forced her to sit up. The sudden movement starling him awake. “Y/N?” He reached out to her side of the bed but she was already gone, running to the bathroom. Thankfully, she made it to the toilet in time before another bout of nausea knocked her off her feet. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Rafe was at her side before her knees hit the hardwood floor. Carefully, he sat her down and brushed her hair away from her face, eyes searching hers. She screwed her eyes shut, reaching out for him. “I’m here. What can I do? What’s the matter?” He wrapped his arms around her and she lied her head against his chest, focusing on the sound of his heartbeat. “How can I help?” Worry was evident in the tone of his voice. She would have laughed, if she didn’t feel like she was going to hurl at any given moment. “Feel sick to my stomach,” she answered, opening her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. He chucked quietly, nodding his head. “I mean, you did throw back quite a few White Claws yesterday,” he teased. She lifted her head to find him smiling, despite the invisible daggers that she was shooting from her eyes. Without moving from where he was kneeling, he grabbed another washcloth and ran it under hot water in the sink, placing it over the back of her neck as he pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “Keep that there. I’m going to see if I have something for you to take, ‘kay?” When she nodded, he took off towards the kitchen.
The waves of nausea seemed to calm down but out of fear, she remained seated on the floor of the bathroom just in case. She focused on her breathing, taking slow and steady breaths until the handsome man strolled back in. “I suck. I don’t have shit for you to take but I brought you some water.” He leaned down and handed her the glass, which she gratefully accepted. “Let’s get you back into bed and I’ll run to the store to get some things,” he spoke as she took careful sips of the water, testing her stomach before downing the rest of the contents in the glass once she determined it was safe and her stomach wouldn’t betray her. “Don’t worry, I’ll nurse you back to health.” He scooped her up with ease and carried her back to bed, where she remained for the rest of the day.
She woke up to the bed shifting under Rafe’s weight as he slipped back underneath the covers. “Shit. Sorry, babe,” he whispered, pulling her close, so she could rest her head on his chest. “Where’d you go?” She asked, rubbing her eyes. “Took a phone call. How’re you feeling?” She blinked away the last remnant of her slumber, eyes adjusting to the darkness. To her surprise, she’d slept almost the entire day away. “Better.” She lifted her head, looking up at him as her eyes focused on his handsome face. She noticed a deep line that marred his forehead. “Who called?” She reached out, smoothing out the line with the pad of her thumb. He took a deep breath, releasing it with a heavy sigh. “My dad.” Feeling his eyes trained on her face, she tried to keep her expression neutral. Her plan failed the moment he dropped a nuclear bomb on her. “He’s coming into town and wants to have dinner with me. And my girlfriend.” Her eyes widened as she froze in complete disbelief. Growing up, there was only one person that she hated more than Rafe. His conniving, manipulative, lousy excuse of a father, Ward Cameron. Fuck. The hammer on her happy little reality finally dropped.
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( It wasn't hard to find Colress' lab, really. It was basically the only room in this area left that still had a roof. And the only one with a door. Very subtle, Colgate. Tula took a deep breath, looking at her hand on the door knob; she was shaking like crazy. She bites her lip and opens the door. )
( The lab was... cozy. If you're into mad scientist labs, that is. There was at least something soothing about the soft hum of machinery, but the mega sized test tubes and screaming server towers were ominous at best. Colress stood at the other end of the room, back to the door, furiously typing something into what appears to be a modified laptop. )
"Colress."
( Clearly startled, the scientist shoots up straight before slowly turning twoards the door. For a split second, there's a look of concern on his face until he sees his visitor, and a shit-eating grin replaces it. )
"Oh, my. Now that's a face I haven't seen in a while."
( He throws his arms in the air as if greeting an old friend. There's a decently sized bruise on his hand, and maybe it's just the lab lighting, but he seems a bit paler than usual. )
"Oh dear, you seem confused. We didn't know each other long, but I never forget a name, Miss Gagnon."
( Tula winced, ever so slightly. It's clear that she wasn't a fan of him calling her that. Right hand firmly on her sword, she slowly approaches her former co-worker. )
"Listen here, Cockless, you can drop the act. I want to talk with you. The actual you, not your smarmy little soyboy front, understand?"
( Colress frowns, but in a dramatic, exaggerated fashion. He sighs, twirling a pen in his left hand. )
"My! I know we have our differences, but I expected a far warmer welcome from a nurse! Can't you see I'm beaten and bruised here?"
"Please."
( He scowls, much more genuinely this time. )
"...Say your piece."
"You're a fucking genius, Colress. Plasma, I understand. Ghetsis was filthy rich and throwing money at you. But, this..." ( She gestures at the door ) "Why this? What's the point? What's the end goal? Are you, like, trying to make the ultimate Pokésona costume or some shit?"
( The tall man shook his head, laughing, his plasticine smile returning. )
"I should have expected that you wouldn't understand. It seems that no one here comprehends my vision. Sad, is it not?"
( He shakes his head again, genuinely upset at this revelation. Was he really just now figuring that out...? )
"Call me a skeptic, but I have a gnawing sensation you're not interested in actually hearing me out. A shame, truly. I'm sure my subject would love having such a close friend around."
"I have no interest in helping yo-"
"Tragic. You know, I simply do what must be done. And this must be done."
( He grabs a Pokéball, and with a flash and the grinding of metal, his Klinklang appears between the two Ex-Plasma members. The male lifted his arm, pointing toward his counterpart. )
"Klinklang. Giga Impact."
( From that point, everything happens in a blur. Seconds feel like minutes. Klinklang is slow, slow enough for Tula to just barely sidestep it, taking only a cut to the leg. Painful, but not debilitating. Not with that level of adrenaline. )
"Motherfucker-"
( In a flash, Tula unsheaths her sword. It would be easy, a single lunge, right through the heart. It would be a kill shot. It's just self-defense... but damnit, she didn't go to high school, and it seems she forgot what inertia is. )
( Tula launches herself the scientist, but she stumbles, knocking them both to the ground, the momentum pushing her blade straight through Colress' shoulder. He shouts, though whether it's from the fall or the pain is unclear; the Masterball on his waist shatters under the weight of two adults. Somehow, she removes her sword, preparing to hit the kill shot, and all either of them can see is... prussian blue? )
"Dreaaaaa~"
( The previously hidden Misdreavus flys out from between the two brawlers, eyes glowing, speaking words that neither of them can understand. For a second, theres a sense of neutrality, as they make eye contact, as if confirming that the other is also seeing this shit. But Colress recovers first; and with six inches more than his foe, he easily leverages his height to throw her off. Tula just seems stunned, perhaps by the ghost, perhaps by the weight of what she did. )
( Colress stands, panting, gripping his bleeding shoulder. His left arm now hanging limp and useless to his side, he manages to reach over to his desk, smashing a large button. )
"Hah... Wonderful reflexes you've got... I'd love to study that, but... It seems it's time for me to... clock out. Eugh..."
( The machine behind them screams to life, a bright, swirling portal - no, a wormhole, appearing between the beams. The sound drowns out another; Rune busting down the door, presumably having heard Magic's cry. )
"The fuck's going on in hereeeee.....? That ain't good.
"Ha....! A visitor....! Perhaps you cou-"
( SCHICK! A knife flies past, grazing the injured man's leg. Rune groans.)
"Fuck. Whiffed it."
( He smiles weakly, but there's fear in his eyes. Real, palpable fear. Is he crying a bit? Is it frustration or pain? Who knows! )
"It seems... I am no longer welcome in... my own lab. Farewell."
( Moments before it closes, he stumbles through the wormhole to Arc knows where? leaving no time for chase. And then, silence. Terrifying silence. Rune turns, now looking at Tula, pathetically sprawled on her ass, blood splattered across her face, obviously still in shock. She only manages a single word. )
"Arcfuckingdamnit."
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request: ryomina with your stalker au, with bottom minato.
prompts: 5,12,13 and somnophilia.
I tried so hard to make this one good. I tried SO hard! I WANT it to be good, but god DAMN have I been tweaking this for days. Between the other asks, art, and trying to get some downtime, I’ve been working on this and honing it. So, I pray it’s good. I hope you enjoy, and man could I use some encouragement for the persona asks. The only content that gets liked is hxh stuff, but my passion is for persona…
Sorry if that’s a bit whiney, lol. I also just want more traction on my kinktober stuff in general. I think I might be shadow banned for some of these lol.
Kinktober prompt list: Here
Kinktober masterlist: Here
CW: dubcon, drugging, stalking, serial killer Ryoji, 2 am writing lol. Somnophilia attempts. It’s at least lightly there, breeding kink is also at last implied, pet play, orgasm delay, it’s a p pervy mix!
Three years ago, at 10 pm on a Saturday night Minato Arisato would’ve been out drinking and flirting with any possible man who gave him attention. Prowling bars with his friends for any boost of serotonin or Dopamine he could get. 
However, that was in the era of his life before he had an unhinged, lovesick serial killer stalking him. 
So, instead of going clubbing on a Saturday, Minato was watching the clock tick down with a cup of coffee and some cheesy, garish game show to keep him up. Only two or three more hours. If I don’t get a lily by midnight, I’m free. He told himself. Tearing his tired eyes from the TV to peek out his living room window in hopes of seeing a familiar figure approaching his home in the yellow light of the street lights. Only a few more hours.
That’s what he reminded himself, anyway. Mostly to block out the nagging truth that one missed ‘anniversary’ didn’t promise freedom. He just had to keep up hope…
And piss. Minato had to piss like a motherfucker.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to bite that bullet. Putting down his coffee and making a swift beeline for the bathroom, the blue-haired emo tried to be quick so as to lessen the opening that lightning-fast bastard needed to get into his home. All the time he was away, keeping his senses on high alert for any sign of windows or door opening, floor boards squeaking, or any other minute sign of a change in his tiny home. Yet, when he finally returned to his couch, he found no signs of change.
No knife-wielding brunette lounging with a bag of chips, no love notes, no flowers waiting in a ribbon-tied bouquet on his wobbly coffee table. He could breathe a sigh of relief.
So, Minato happily flopped back onto the aged, squishy cushions of his second-hand couch. Stretching out and checking the time as his game show ended. 
10:55. Five more minutes, and it’ll only be two more hours. He told himself. Throwing his legs back off of the couch to go peer out of his peep hole for any sign of the serial killer, or gifts on his porch. Nothing. Two more hours.
So, downing the remainder of his coffee, Minato let out a slow breath and settled back down on the couch to wait out that remaining window with obnoxiously high energy shows. Focusing in on the bright colors and hyper visuals, Minato tried to put the time out of his mind. Keeping his hearing keen for any suspicious sounds, and...progressively drifting to the left.
Before he knew it, his eyes were struggling to stay on the screen, and the words of the characters were almost nonsensical.
Through that heavy fog of sleep, though, Minato felt something warm glide over his thigh. The first of many sensations to slowly trickle back in and pull him out of the claws of slumber. The presence of...someone, between his legs on the couch, hips pressed to his, and the garbled, nonsensical whispers of affection calling his consciousness back to the surface as equally as it stirred up a breath-taking bonfire under his pale skin. The fact that said someone was Ryoji Mochizuki, was the last thing to register.
Ryoji...Mochizuki. Minato’s serial killer stalker. The man who thought breaking into his house and almost murdering his parents passed as a date...
In a heartbeat, Minato’s grey eyes flew open. Fuelled by nothing but confusion and a groggy bolt of panic, the groggy man tried to see or push the person nibbling at his throat away. It was almost dizzying. Disoriented from waking up in a pitch-black living room and the chill of the AC’s cold air on legs he was certain were clothed when he’d passed out, Minato grunted. He groped around at the warm form above him until he could finally shove at Ryoji’s chest with a more coordinated intention to try and get that cursed, skillful mouth away from his throat. 
However, all the brunette did in response to that was to capture one of his wrists to pin it against the arm of the couch with the hand that wasn’t leaving an overwhelmingly hot trail from Minato’s knee to the front of his pubic area. Making the emo’s stomach flutter with a thrill he’d not felt for a year. “S-stop…” He tried, regardless of the bubbling stew of lust and carnal pleasure while attempting to blink away the groggy sluggishness and siren song of neglected needs. Letting himself grip Ryoji’s button-up shirt while the killer took a break from his siege of kisses to hum into Minato’s throat, the vibrations seeming to resonate throughout the blue-haired man’s bones. “Well, good morning, funeral lily~ Happy anniversary~” nipping the man’s sweet spot to pull out a small moan. “You’re so cute when you sleep, hope you don’t mind me jumping the gun a bit,” he added, nibbling and kissing a trail along his throat until the emo squirmed and vaguely tried to kick at him.  “Stop...wait…” He tried again, only for the brunette to sit up and lift his leg to his shoulder, making the sleepy man grunt slightly. “What the...Ryoji, don’t-” His mumble got cut off when the man leaned back down to kiss him. Drinking down the wheeze given at the shaggy-haired man being folded, before pulling away to smile warmly down at him as he let go of his captive wrist to cup his face. 
        “Relax, handsome, I just want to make you feel good. Just let those sedatives work their magic, and go back to sleep, okay?” He purred, I guess that confirms that...
On top of that, Ryoji already had an annoyingly melodious voice that stuck in Minato’s head, but the soothing warmth of the man’s gentle touches and kisses to his inner thigh, plus the haze of lust and drowsiness all worked together to make the words that would’ve normally dumped a bucket of ice water on Minato, captivating. God, but I’d listen to him read the phone buck...book…
With that slurred thought, the emo was finally drug back into the sweet embrace of a doze. Not that he properly slept, though, it was more like he was merely kept in some sort of limbo. 
Trapped in a state of unfocused consciousness that heightened each brush of Ryoji’s lips over his pale skin, or caress of his fingers down Minato’s belly, over his twitching, eager cock to a nearly unbearable level. Moans falling from the blue-haired man like water from a cracked bucket when the delicious feeling of the killer’s warm tongue pushing into his ass registered through the fog. Almost too warm to tolerate as it worked its way into him, but each thrust of the wet muscle still made Minato’s belly flutter and his breaths race.
Wait, when did he move though? A more sensible voice asked, the only voice of logic in the storm of bliss and drowsy thoughts. “R-ryoji!” he gasped, that inkling of confusion drowned out by a sudden onslaught of dizzying excitement crashing through the barrier of sedated relaxation. Rocking Minato’s entire body with the breathtaking flurry of keep going! Hurry! More! while a hand blindly reaching down to tangle into his stalker’s pushed-back hair. Arching his back and pushing himself against the stalker’s tongue when the man moaned into him and sent an earthquake of nearly blinding bliss up into the emo.
However, as much as Minato ground his hips into Ryoji’s mouth, the taller man detangled his fingers to sit back up, taking Minato’s knees onto his shoulders. Catching the emo’s hand when it didn’t follow the same way and kissing his knuckles.  “Not so fast, funeral lily. Let me enjoy my toy a bit longer.” He hummed, his husky voice making the groggy man shudder and twitch. Too aware of his ass on Ryoji’s strong thighs and the brunette’s impressive dick settled against him, instead of inside of him. It was frustrating. “I...wanna get off…” was his only coherent mumble in response. His grey eyes struggling to stay open to watch the man smile sweetly.         “Don’t I always get you off? I’d never dream of leaving my funeral lily needy.” He promised, letting Minato’s hand go to stroke the man’s erection as he continued in a lower, darker purr, “If I did that, you might go to someone else for relief, and we both know how I feel about sharing~” 
Almost a dare. An invitation for Minato to even try to hook up with someone a second time. Yet, with the restless buzz that zipped over his skin, and the bolts of pleasure sent through him with each slow, teasing stroke of the man’s hand, Minato didn’t spit back the usual venom, he just tried to see the serial killer’s soft, contrastingly friendly body that hid a scary strength under an average amount of pudge.
After all, he was a predator. So, like his voice, Ryoji Mochizuki’s physique was annoyingly appealing. With a round face, bright blue eyes that twinkled like demented sapphires, and dark brown hair he usually wore pushed back, but was now allowed to droop into his face from the blue-haired emo’s grip. If it hadn’t been for his ‘hobby’, Minato would have jumped him on sight after their first meeting..
But, Ryoji Mochizuki was still a serial killer. He got a senseless thrill out of the fear of killing unsuspecting bar goers who just so happened to meet him. He was dangerous, unhinged, and obsessed with Minato over...something he couldn’t be bothered to contemplate. So, instead of being a friend with benefits, the pretty man was Minato’s stalker. His personal amoral, possessive monster that even in his sleepy state, should disgust the shaggy-haired emo.
Yet, the only thing Minato felt was the tingle of taboo excitement and need. A need that worsened when Ryoji let go of his member to slip his hand lower and dip a finger into his hole.  “Damn, good thing I brought lube.” He mumbled, just before the drugged man returned into the relaxing in-between state. Giving into the floaty bliss of near unconsciousness to let the buzz of pleasure sink deeper.
All morality and reality forgotten in the dreamy pleasure of letting Ryoji kiss his thighs and work lubricant into his hole with skilled fingers that coiled the blue-haired man’s stomach into knots, but never let those painful knots come undone. 
No matter his whines, moans, or slightly slurred pleas, the brunette kept him just at the edge of that tantalizing euphoria. Taking breaks now and then to bring him back to earth and into the sway of sleepiness, but always returning to stroking his cock or thrusting one or two fingers into Minato’s ass. Even when the serial killer finally progressed the torment to slipping his cock into him, Minato was kept from that relief with slow thrusts and tender murmurs of,  “-so tight-” “I wish I could put a baby-” “-All mine. My funeral lily.” “No one else’s...all mine-” that only sometimes came into focus through the swirling storm of pleasure and sleep. Outside of that, Ryoji’s words were a garbled, unintelligible mess of noises that Minato struggled to even register hearing while his body jolted with each deep thrust into him.
What the hell is wrong with me? That sensible voice asked while the blue-haired man arched his back when the head of his stalker’s dick brushed that special spot within the blue-haired man, This shouldn’t be...hot. He tried to remind himself, but each growl of possessive ownership took his breath away regardless of that logic..
Their ‘relationship’ held no power here. All that mattered was the delicious sensation of being filled. Having another person’s skin finally slapping against his, and the desire Ryoji held for him was all that Minato could focus on.
Whether or not that desire was healthy didn’t matter either. The blood on the brunette’s hands didn’t matter. Hell, he could’ve been Satan himself, and so long as he stuck to that faster pace he began to set, Minato still would’ve whined like a whore with how each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through every fiber of his being.
He would’ve tried to coordinate his legs to wrap around Ryoji’s hips if he could’ve, but the serial killer still had his knees captive on his shoulders so he could thrust deeper.
      “Ryoji…” Minato wheezed, one of his hands clawing into the arm of the couch behind his head, and the other blindly feeling in the darkness until he found Ryoji’s hand to hold.  “Calm down,” The brunette purred, the dark edge of sadistic pleasure in his sweet words coiling around the emo’s throat like a cobra. The thrill of danger, and the thorough thrusts that almost drove the man into the couch inflating a bubble in his belly. The unfocused limbo of being half awake while being flooded with pleasurable friction only seeming to worsen the building pressure in his body. “Can’t. I’m-I’m gonna-!” As if the mere movement that speaking required was the final blow, that bubble burst. Washing away whatever remained of Minato’s drug-addled thoughts in a tsunami of white-hot bliss so strong, that it left him dazed, panting, and disoriented with a buzzing drowning Ryoji out.
When Minato came back to the situation, he could finally focus just enough to take in the pool of warmth deep in his belly, and the lovesick glint in those pools of moon-drenched blue that Ryoji looked down at him with.  “You’re so pretty, funeral lily.~” He hummed, gently putting Minato’s legs back down so he could freely lean down and kiss the emo’s lips with the tenderness of a loving soulmate until Minato fully gave in to the sedatives. Content with a belly full of cum and angelic kisses.
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bb-editing · 1 year
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ROXANA (Chapter 35)
[30 minutes before Cassis’ escape]
Two guards opened the door to Cassis’ room, approaching him to unlock his chains.
“Be quick,” the senior guard ordered.
“Where are you taking me?” Cassis asked.
“Damn… these toys are getting so arrogant.”
“Watch your mouth. This is Miss Roxana’s toy.”
The younger guard shut his mouth.
“We received an order to bring you to Mistress Maria’s tea party. Don’t play rough, and don’t cause trouble. Just stay silent.”
At that moment, Cassis thought about the red mark Roxana had left on his neck. It was in such a conspicuous place, and something inside his stomach wriggled at the thought of other people noticing it. Cassis tilted his head to stretch his neck; he felt uncomfortable.
“Can’t you just sit still for one second?”
Cassis’ gaze shifted towards the now-open door for two reasons- firstly, he felt another person’s presence outside, and secondly, he was witnessing an unprecedented opportunity.
“Wow… It’s the first time I’ve seen this door opened.” A boy with black hair and blue eyes walked through the entrance.
“Ah, Mister Jeremy!”
The boy ignored the man’s greetings, looking straight at Cassis.
“What’s up, bitch?” Jeremy sauntered over to the bed where Cassis was sitting. Cassis didn’t answer.
“Are your ears clogged or what?! Answer me!” Cassis replied with a silent stare.
“What are you doing here, Mister Jeremy?” The senior guard asked again.
“Why are you here? Are you taking him outside? Are you walking this son of a bitch?” Then Jeremy laughed. “My God, you’re going to walk him like a dog. Shit, that’s funny.”
“No, Mister Jeremy. We were ordered to escort him to Maria’s tea party.”
“Oh.” Jeremy looked deep in thought. “That was today? Ah, that stupid bitch Maria. Always inviting people to such dumbass, boring fucking events.”
The curses that Jeremy directed at Maria were so vulgar that they shocked the guards.
“But Xana never mentioned anything about taking Cassis outside…” Jeremy wondered out loud. “Are you sure she ordered you to do this?”
“Hah… People change their minds, don’t they? We also heard about it not long ago, when Mister Dion told us to being Miss Roxana’s toy to the greenhouse. You can check-” But the guard didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Jeremy had launched an explosive kick to the older man’s chest.
“Ugh!”
“Do you shitheads get trained anymore?” Jeremy kicked him again. “To bring up that douchebag’s name in front of me…” The other guard backed up into the corner of the room, cowering.  
Then he stopped and turned to face Cassis instead. “You look so goddamn creepy, you know. Are you aware of how fucked you are right now? To be caught up in Dion’s mess.”
Then he caught sight of the marks on Cassis’ neck and sighed in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. “Oi, you.” Jeremy said, grabbing Cassis’ chin with rough hands. “I’ll turn away from the door. Why don’t you take your first steps to freedom?”
Cassis deliberated the situation silently. “Why should I trust you?” He said finally.
Suddenly, Jeremy threw a punch, which Cassis easily dodged. Jeremy’s fist met drywall, the force of his movements so strong that white dust was now floating in the air.
Jeremy ground his teeth. “You motherfucker. Stay stuck here, then.” Cassis had not acted as Jeremy intended, and it annoyed him to no end. But with Roxana’s inevitable fury in mind, he drew back, instead lashing his anger out on the younger guard huddled in the corner.  
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rwac96 · 1 year
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Crossover Au Blazblue/Rwby
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Ragna x winter
Ragna received a call from weiss that her sister went miss and ask the grim reaper if he can help find her. He agree and start to search the city for her check everywhere for her and he later find her slump in the back alley injury badly. Will this set him on a warpath?
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Ragna the Bloodedge was infamous for his wrath, especially with the tragedy that lead him to become the Grim Reaper. Heterochromatic eyes stare at the Specialist as she was bandaged up by the doctors, his fists clenched tightly. He didn't both listen to any of the talks between the Ace Ops and Team RWBY, as it seemed like noise to him. The silver-haired man stares at his lover with worry, doing his best to fight back the urge to shed tears or scream at the top of his lungs. Taking a deep exhale, turning his attention to Clover, leader of the Ace Ops.
"Who did it?" Was all Ragna inquired, reaching for Aramasa's handle, his right arm emitting an ominous glow, "What motherfucker do I have to hunt down?!"
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Outside of the two cities of Atlas & Mantle, a well-dressed man in black, sporting a fedora stared at the sight before him. Yellow eyes stare at the distant kingdom, a malicious and plotting smile on his face. In his left hand, a blue gemstone emitted a light glow.
"Looks like I found you," the man who resembled 'Captain Hazama' spoke, who in actuality is the scheming madman known as Yuuki Terumi. "Raggy, heheheheheheh~." He chuckled, eager to have a reunion with the silver-haired swordsman.
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jiminsbabexxx · 2 years
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Afraid
Afraid Part 5 
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“I told you Bruce if anything happened to her it was you’re fault!” Dick yelled. “It was not my intention to get her hurt!” Bruce yelled. “She almost fucking died!” Dick screamed. “Ow.” You whimpered out, Dick and Bruce whipping their heads toward you. Dick was still in his suit so was Bruce, but Bruce was lacking his mask. “Y/N, how are you feeling?” Bruce asked, walking closer to your side. 
“Get out.” You said. “What?” Bruce asked, you looking up at him. “Get, out.” You said, venom in your voice. “Y/N-” Bruce said, you cutting him off. “Get out!” You yelled, groaning after. “Master Bruce, may you please give us a moment.” Alfred said, Bruce turning around and walking out.
 “Miss Y/N, how are you feeling?” Alfred asked, you chuckling. “Like I’ve been shot.” You said, Tim walking in. “Hey Y/N congrats you made it into the been shot club.” Tim said, you smiling. “So Y/N, who shot you?” Dick asked, you looking down at your hands. “No one, it was an accident.” You said, Dick and Tim looking at each other. “Y/N Barb told us, it was Jason.” Tim said. 
“So what happened between you and Jay?” Dick asked. “Nothing.” You said. “The hickies on your neck say otherwise.” Dick said, you’re hand going up to your neck. “You slept with Jason?!” Tim asked. “Keep your fucking voice down, the last thing I need is Bruce knowing.” You said. “That’s why his name is on your hip?” Dick asked, you looking at him confused.
 “What are you talking about?” You asked. “Look at your hip.” Dick said, you pulling your pants down a little. “Motherfucker.” You said, pissed. “Now you have his name tattooed on you and a gunshot wound from him also, romantic.” Tim said. “Bruce is going to fucking kill me.” You said. “You? No. Jason? Yes.” Dick said. 
It was 3 weeks later, and you were back up walking and moving. But you were still off from combat for another 2 weeks, or until Bruce had decided. You and Bruce had no communication, what was there to say? Sorry I lied about Jason, sorry I got you shot. Sorry I almost got you killed, sorry I left you all alone to bleed out. Sorry I left you once again all alone. He was stubborn, but you were also his daughter and just as stubborn.
 Knock, Knock. “Hey Y/N, you coming down for breakfast?” Dick asked, you sitting on your bed. “Depends, whose going to be there?” You asked, sensing his silence. “Yeah, I’m not going I’ll eat later.” You said. “It’s not an option.” Dick said, you frowning. “Alright, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” You said, standing up wobbly.
 “Woah, need some help there?” Dick asked, reaching out and grabbing you. “Yeah actually, that would be nice.” You said, Dick picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, Dick setting you down on one of the chairs. Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Dick, Damian, and you in the kitchen. “You know Y/N you should start practicing walking more often so you get back.” Bruce said, you rolling your eyes. “Like you would know.” You said.
 “I actually would.” Bruce said. “Why, your armors the strongest out of all of us how about you give us some upgrades.” You said. “I’ll look into it.” Bruce said. “Bout time you did something.” You said, Dick speaking up. “Okay guys it’s too early for this, Bruce why did you call all of us here?” Dick asked. “Thanks Dick, I called us all here because something that is going to change all of our lives is about to change.” Bruce said, the doorbell ringing.
 “Speaking of, Y/N will you get the door for us?” Bruce asked smiling, you groaning and getting up to open the door. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, putting a smile on your face. “Hey beautiful, miss me?” Jason asked smirking, you having a look of shock. You knew those bright blue eyes, and that bright white streak from anywhere. And the J sitting perfectly on his cheek, it was Jason. Jason Fucking Todd. 
Song ~ Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace 
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kaylamlyrae · 6 months
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NO, I DO NOT WANT TO CONNECT WITH YOU ON LINKEDIN
Of all the washed-up terror prodigies in all the Underworld—-I need you especially to stay the fuck out of my iPhone. So you're still king of that shot—up little roach house on Cat Piss Ave, still hung up on that time I didn't let you stay my dearest threat? Look at you. So mad you'd @ anything Wanting me taken down, taken out. Lolol, rage-cake. You tried. In the years since I was last light-starved, hell-bent on your half-cocked lure, I have kept the moon on all night in my own way. By listening, by not forgetting it is there. Small witchery. And by the way, your shit is not a secret. This here is girl country. Trust me when I say we know all about your kind in our ranks. All you motherfuckers make it easy- -you wear the same shitty face. Rude to the end, you missed my victory scene. I wore blue lace & wolf spit, I sang torch songs, I was carried up into the trees by waves. The moon knew me. It took my side. Duh, I thought & I gave you the finger. One day, I woke up such a force, I watched your name fall right out of the language. Did you feel that? How you are now girl dust? Shipwreck? Bone muck? Ghost? It's only in another life that I could be damned back to hell for your halflook, that I was ever your jilted bride, sweating it ou Aqua-Netted in a farm field down by the interstate under a goddamn willow bower, eye-deep pal, in a rabble of no-account drunks, You once thought to make me afraid, to consider what that might do to me. I think now: how unimaginative. To kill a tree, any asshole can hammer a ring of nails into the trunk. Already, you don't know me & one day I will be even stranger, one day I just may fall to my knees in church to say Reverend, my God, what were Eve's other choices & I trust you will not be there as my witness. I admit I once believed I could be anything, & didn't you say to me then "That's true for some people*=? When I was 7, a boy slapped me & I was punished for "inciting violence." So it began: when I bled, I thought I deserved it. I wanted one brightly colored warship; I wanted a grief with my name printed right there on it. To have & to hold--there is, after all, a difference, Before anyone fucked with her, Eurydice was just a woman walking alone through a field of snakes. It's late now, much too late to hold us back -you know that- pay attention this time when the hiss of our names ribbons off, white flame against the dark.
Brute, Emily Skaja
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emsleyanbluejay · 11 months
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🔥🎨, and for the wild card ask: can I preen adri's wings. Pretty please.
🔥: Which system members are the most chaotic?
This feels like a fucking cop out but. Khaos and Little Prince. The former just wants to say curse words and steal my food, and operates on Eldritch Roger Rabbit Logic, and the latter has decided that all lizards (here meaning anything vaguely reptilian) belong to her and that Wrath as a domain should be given to her since Mischa doesn’t want it. She also just says some absolutely buckwild shit.
🎨: Favorite colors?
Blue: deep purple, edging on black
Sol: i am a blue-blood for a reason, you know.
Echo: i’m just a hot pink bitch
Escort 97: gunmetal.
Haven: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Mischa: Red. Fuck off.
Bellamy: i’m sure you know at this point, love~ (it’s fucking purple, the asshole.)
Little Prince: green! yellow-green!
JT Thirteen: anything muted.
Adri: deep gray (iirc? come back here so i can ask you, motherfucker)
Khaos: ;} stygian blue and magenta
Poet: Midnight blue
The Maverick: Maroon.
Hisaya: I don’t want to answer this question. (why not?) I don’t want to answer this question. (it’s because it’s black, isn’t it?) *blushing angrily* I don’t want to answer this question.
(Aster, Specter, and Schrödinger not included because they don’t really have opinions on that kind of stuff)
🃏: Can I preen Adri's wings. Pretty please.
if he were here, i know he would love that. social preening is one of the things he misses most about heaven
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