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waltwhitmansbeard · 6 months

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turned my water into wine #50

surprise, bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. this one was prompted by duchesscharliejames on ao3. see my masterpost.

There aren't a great many things that Grog takes seriously. Ale. Bedding women. His axe, which he sharpens with reverence every night before bed. His position within the Royal Guard, even though technically there are no more royals to guard. He's content to keep an eye on the young once-royals when they gallivant about, trusts that his size and his scowl will keep any and all threats away from his charges.

But what Grog sometimes fails to account for is how wily young children can be. Grog is fast, but not as fast as them, and it's easier to keep threats from them than it is to keep them from threatening themselves. Scanlan has accused Grog on more than one occasion of having a death wish—yes, his first thought upon being confronted by an owlbear was to wrestle it, is that so insane?—but his impulsivity could never compare to the way Vax and Keyleth's children throw themselves head-first into danger. How many times has Grog retrieved them from a tree they could climb up but not down, or snatched them back just before they darted right beneath a horse's hooves? Grog takes keeping these young ones alive very seriously, because it is, quite frankly, very difficult.

When Vilya and her visiting cousin, Vesper, wish to go play bandits in the woods, Grog is more than happy to join, mostly because he, too, loves playing bandits. The forest at the edge of Zephrah is bare this time of year, most of the leaves already littering the floor, which the girls crunch happily as they dash between trees. Grog plods along, doing his best to keep both excitable girls in his view at all times.

Vesper runs up to him and tugs on his trouser leg. "Grog, will you be a scary monster?"

Grog would love to be a scary monster. He fixes his face into a terrible grimace and roars. The girls shriek with delight and take off, and Grog gives chase. Vesper was closer, so he goes after her first, taking long, slow strides after her as she howls. He lets her get away from him for a minute or two before swooping in and catching her, lifting her high into the air as she wriggles and squeals and laughs.

Putting on his best monster voice, deep and silly, Grog says loudly, "Mmm, one little girl to eat, but I think TWO would be even better!"

Just as he turns to head after Vilya, he hears a high-pitched, terrified scream, and Grog knows in his bones that it is not the excited scream Vesper gave while being chased. He tears off at once, trying to remember the direction in which he saw Vilya run. Vesper is tucked under one arm like a ball. "Grog, was that Vilya?"

She sounds scared, and Grog doesn't know what to tell her, because he's scared, too. "I think so." His words are punctuated by a growl, low and ominous. It's coming from their left, so Grog turns and moves in that direction. Ahead, he can see her, little Vilya, back up against a tree, but she's not moving, save for the tremble Grog can see even from here.

He stops, turns, and sets Vesper high up in the branches of a tree. "Stay here," he commands, keeping his voice low. "Do not make a sound, and do not climb down on your own." Vesper nods, eyes wide with terror.

Grog's instinct is to creep forward, but the leaf litter will be too loud under foot to allow for stealth. Instead, he bounds in Vilya's direction, throwing himself, snarling and huge, between her and what he now sees to be a mountain lion ready to pounce. He roars, not the playful roar from before, but a powerful, booming, furious roar. The mountain lion ducks even closer to the ground, and so Grog takes a large, threatening step forward. Clearly decided that the delicious child would not be worth the risk, the big cat slinks off, disappearing between the trees.

Before he can turn around, Grog feels something slam into the back of his leg as tiny arms wrap around him. Vilya is shaking so much Grog's teeth chatter. He spins as best he can and crouches down in front of her. "Are you alright, Vily?"

Vilya lets go of his leg to throw her arms around his neck, and he catches her easily. "That was really scary."

Grog hugs her tight. "Yeah, it was. I haven't been that scared in a long time."

Vilya looks up at him, confused. "But you weren't scared. You were brave."

"Well, those two things can happen at the same time, Vily. I was brave in front of the mountain lion, because it's my job to keep you safe. But before that? I was very scared that something bad was going to happen to you."

"Oh." She chews her lip thoughtfully. "I'm glad you were scared, then, because it meant you could be brave, and I really needed you to be brave."

Grog hugs her again. "I'll always be brave for you, Vily, don't you worry. But hey." He tweaks her nose with his massive finger. "You were pretty brave, too."

Her eyes go wide. "I was?"

"You stared down a mountain lion. That's some hero stuff if I've ever saw it." She giggles, and he lifts her up to sit on one of his shoulders, and it's a short walk back to the tree where he left Vesper.

"VIL!" She scrambles onto Grog's other shoulder when he approaches and throws her arms around her cousin over his head. "I was really scared!"

"Me too," Vilya replies, "but I was also brave."

As Grog sets off back toward the cottage on the edge of the castle grounds, Vilya begins to tell Vesper all about her mountain lion encounter. Vesper listens in rapt attention, waiting for the end to say, "Whoa. You have got to tell everyone that story when we get home."

True fear strikes Grog right in the heart—he does not want to lose this job. "Uh, maybe we keep this adventure to ourselves, alright, girls?"

#critical role #critical role fic #critical role au #cr fic #cr au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #my fair lady #turned my water into wine #my fic

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 2 months

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Cut Ties

Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me! I actually wrote you two snippets! (And two songfics. Halp me.)

Muhahahaha!

Branch nervously played with his puppet string bracelet. He couldn’t take the stupid thing off so it was a harmless outlet for him to avoid looking his girlfriend in the eye.

She was worried. Unsurprising as it was, it made everything harder. Why did she have to be so perfect? Every part of Branch except his brain wanted to hold her tight until her eyes relaxed. He wanted to sing a soft love song with her about overcoming anything together.

But that would be putting her in danger; his brain reminded him. The part of him that loved her enough to know what needed to be done. He had to make sure she wasn’t close enough for his parents to get anymore ideas for her than they already had. The last thing he wanted was a puppet string bracelet on her pretty pink wrist. Her eyes weren’t too far off Daffy’s. While Branch would notice the difference in a heartbeat, he’s not sure everyone else would.

“Branch, what is going on!?” Poppy finally asked.

Did he want to try to let her down gently, or rip the band-aid off?

“I think we should break-up.”

Band-aid it was. Probably the smart choice. One look at her face and Branch had to physically bite his tongue to keep from taking it back.

“Why?” she asked.

Branch shuddered at the sound. He hated it. He hated having to hear the woman he loved plead with him like that. He hated the heartbreak on her face. He hated the way the lie tasted in his mouth.

“Did I do something wrong!? Was it the glitter? The scrapbooks!?”

“No! No! Poppy, I love your scrapbooks!”

Branch resisted the urge to smack himself. He acted on impulse when he heard her voice start to shake. Stupid heartache, making it harder to protect her! He wished he could just peel his own flesh and stab his own eyes out instead. It would certainly hurt less than making her cry would!

“Then why!?” she begged.

Branch carefully took her paws into his own and squeezed as much comfort as he could.

“Let me rephrase: Can we take a break?”

He was being a coward and he knew it. The safest option would be to torch the whole relationship so thoroughly that she never cared about him again. That way he couldn’t be used as emotional leverage against her. He didn’t plan on helping his parents do anything to her, but there was a risk that they would break his resolve someday.

His brain screamed at him for it, but Branch’s heart was intent on taking that risk to spare her feelings a little bit.

“A break?” she asked.

Branch nodded.

“I was in that bunker for…. a while.” Branch said, squeezing her paws even tighter “I’m grateful that you helped me come out of my hole and start to trust people again, but I sort of jumped straight into being in love with you.”

Branch forced himself to let go and turn away.

“I just....Obviously wanderlust runs in my family and I didn't have much of a chance to try anything else out. I just want to make sure this is what I actually want. I don't want to hurt you down the road if I turn out to be the kind of guy that bails when he gets excited by something else!”

He chanced one more glance back at her.

“So....I think I need some time to explore myself and try other things.”

She was ugly crying.

Branch wanted to die.

“I’m sorry! I should’ve- I didn’t- I- I- I just- I-” she choked, with snot running down her face. “I don’t wanna break uuuuuup!!!”

Branch sighed. A mild guitar began to play and flowers with faces prepared to sing back-up.

“Oh I don’t want to cause you heartache. Though you are my best friend, I’m at my wits end!” Branch sang

He gestured to his heart.

“I swear my love is bonified!”

Poppy threw her arms out.

“But that don't coincide! With the things that you’re doing!” she sang

She took a step towards him and reached out.

“When I ask you to be nice. You say-”

Branch turned his back. He sang danced with his eyes closed.

“You gotta be cruel to be kind! In the right measure!”

Poppy tried to run to him, but the flowers blocked her.

“Cruel to be kind.” Branch continued

He finally turned around to face her, safely divided by the flowers.

“It's a very good sign. Cruel to be kind. Means that I love you baby!”

“You gotta be cruel” the flowers sang

“You gotta be cruel to be kind!” Branch sang, finishing the chorus.

He started to run away through the flowers with Poppy struggling to follow through the instrumental break.

“Well I do my best to understand dear!” Poppy sang as she maneuvered her way through the flowers.

She ran into a dead ends as the flowers bent and moved to block her from Branch at every turn.

“But you still mystify and I want to know why!”

She tried to climb a stalk to get to Branch who was easily walking on the leave and petals.

“I pick myself up off the ground.”

Branch shook the flower, sending her to the ground.

“To have you knock me back down!” she continued.

The pattern repeated a few times.

“Again and again!” She sang as she hit the ground a few more times montage style.

Poppy brushed herself off the best she could and took to shouting up towards Branch.

“When I ask you to explain! You say-”

Branch jumped down, landing close enough to knock Poppy down again.

“You gotta be cruel to be kind!” he sang.

He offered his hand to help her up. She took it and he continued.

“In the right measure.”

He sent her spinning away from him. She face planted into a flower stalk.

“Cruel to be kind. It's a very good sign.” He caught up to her with an almost worried expression.

Poppy was rubbing her sore head when Branch sweetly helped her back up again. He held both her hands and looked into her eyes lovingly.

“Cruel to be kind, means that I love you baby!”

“Baby!” the flowers added “You gotta be cruel!”

“You gotta be cruel to be kind” He gave her one smile before he took off away from her again.

“Ooooooooh!” the flowers sang while Poppy repeatedly tried and failed to catch up to Branch.

Every time she got close she was blocked by the flowers and he slipped away. She slowly gave up and sat down sadly as the music quieted for the bridge.

The flowers finally parted and she saw Branch. She didn’t run to him this time.

“Well you can do your best to understand dear. If you’re still mystified and want to know why. You pick yourself up off the ground, to have me knock you back down! Again and again!”

The flowers lifted Branch away from her.

“If you ask me to explain, I’ll say!”

Now that he was out of her sight, Branch looked down sadly at where he knew Poppy was.

“You gotta be cruel to be kind. In the right measure.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself not to cry.

“Cruel to be kind. It's a very good sign.”

He hugged himself tightly.

“Cruel to be kind. Means that I love you baby!”

“Baby!” the flowers were still going. “You gotta be cruel!”

“You gotta be cruel to be kind!” Branch continued painfully.

“Cruel to be kind”

“In the right measure.” Branch sang with his entire breaking heart.

“Cruel to be kind”

“Well it's a very, very, very good sign.” he assured himself

“Cruel to be kind”

“Means that Ilove you baby!” he belted

“Baby! You gotta be cruel!”

“Gotta be cruel to be kind.” Branch finished with a tear running down his face.

He forced himself not to listen to Poppy’s distant sobs as he ran back to his parents. He would tell them he broke up with Poppy and try to get them focused on leaving for the tour soon. Hopefully if he started to cooperate elsewhere, they would forget any Poppy related plans.

He did it. He saved her. She was crying and he felt like puking, but it was still an act of love.

"Cruel To Be Kind" by Letters To Cleo incase you couldn't tell. Yes, I did change some lyrics to make it work better, but all in all I think it was perfect for this vibe!

#submission #AGONY #NOT MY FAVES #NOT MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT OTP #SOBS #SAVE THEM #grungekitty-77 #trolls #dw trolls #not my fic #fanfic #whump #discolored #broppy #angst

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brakingpoint · 1 year

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my reputation's never been worse (so you must like me for me) - chapter 15

read it here on ao3

companion playlist & director's commentary

surprise bitch. i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. to make up for the hiatus this chapter is 10,000 words long and includes my first ever actual smut sequence. perfect for your relaxing saturday morning read

also in this chapter:

making artistic use of my extremely boring two weeks spent recovering from surgery back in january

what, in light of the start of this season, feels like it might be a slightly less fortunate contract announcement than anticipated

more cambridge tourism

rupaul's drag race references

projecting my opinions about meal deals onto devon butler

a really nice time for everyone's favourite oc (i say this holding a knife and encouraging you to agree), my best girl ellie

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catboyyukineapologist · 2 years

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NORAGAMI CH 100 THOUGHTS

guys I'm crying I'm genuinely crying actual tears. I was gonna make a "surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me" joke but it's no time to jokE. TOO MUCH IS HAPPENING.

And as a lot of people saw coming this appears to be the final arc🥲 it's sad but I'm glad that the story seems to have been allowed to run its natural course and adachitoka got to tell the story they wanted to tell (and boy, what a story). Bittersweet, but let's all enjoy this final arc together! I'm terrified!! What on earth is going to happen!!! How do all the loose ends get tied up????

anyway we're here and I am back on my bullshit under the cut...! Be warned: This is a long one.

(I went off about Father and his children again please someone take the keyboard away from me)

Sakura is the tree of spring, huh?

as you may imagine I AM UNWELL

fast-moon dropped this one while I was on a date and when I saw that notification I had to stop, process it and explain to my date what was going on because that is how much despair it caused me. (And I hadn't even read the damn thing yet)

Why is it only now clicking for me that there is a CLEAR OBVIOUS MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP between the names Yuki / Haru / Sakura.

Smarter people than I probably have and will speak more (and better) on everything going on with names and wordplay and Yato fighting and being nearly killed by Yuuki on the same hill where he buried his body and letters, but I will just say that it hurts and it made me cry ambiguous, confusing, sad-happy tears.

That entire section looked so pretty and Yato and Yuki looked so tiny and I'm just🥺

Yato with the GRAVE TALK. He is dangerously close to fucking around and finding out. (O como decimos en mi rancho, a dos de acabar muerto por jugarle al vergas)

SHIIGUN IS BACK BABY BOY IS HERE I LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIM GO

why are those dragon ayakashi so cute i want to keep the tiny one as a pet.

BISHA

SHE

WHEN SHE AT THE

WHEN SHE

Nyappy's Kuraha theory is gnawing at the edges of my sanity again it would seem (please will someone bully me into finishing that damn ficlet wip before the manga literally ends)

"The same as me not wanting to use Kazuma" Oh boy. Oh man. Oh honey you got a big storm coming.

OH NO NOT IMMEDIATELY

Kinuha beloved I missed her<3

Kitty cat. Kuraha prefers to be a lion than a human confirmed.

Ah yes, finally some good, old-fashioned, straightforward punches directly to the gut. (also that panel is just beautiful, man)

Oh don't come now with the "you'we impowtant two me" shut the FUCK up, old man. Boo fucking hoo your child you abused doesn't love you:( too bad so sad suck it up worstie<3

Ok now that that's out of the way. He makes a valid point- from his point of view, at least. From what we have seen of his backstory, Yato was created by a wish born of his deep feelings of injustice, of being left behind to die by the world and the gods ("You were my prayer"). TO him, Yato has always been a tool he had a right to, he deserved, to "cull the herd", to take back the power he believed was for him and taken away. Yato was Father's lifeline in a similar fashion as Father was his. He was his precious means of justice until he wasn't anymore. And he loved him in the same sick and twisted way he loves Mizuchi for very similar reasons. Again from what we know up until now, I fear it might be all he knows, love for someone as a means to an end; but I'm afraid we just won't know that until we learn more about his relationship to Kaya (vibrating with excitement As We Speak).

Oh no. Ohhh no. There is so much to unpack from Nora and Kazuma at the end oh NO.

Hey yeah remember that old theory I had that got debunked a bunch in the last couple of years where I talked about hafuri being immune to GGS and roped Kazuma into my examples? well lookie here guess we'll find out sooner rather than later won't we? :)

I mean, Kazu is like double-sealed though so it should be fine, right?

Right, guys?

Nora baby honey child PLEASE I'm so sorry you have been made to feel this way. It hurts my heart that it's all she knows as well. She only knows how to be a tool, and that's the entire meaning of her life- the only way she understands love, just like Father. Her father gave her a name and a purpose, and that is the most important thing to her; she will go to the ends of the earth and betray everyone and everything else because that's her father. He basically made her. But child, please, that's not it:( I want her to go back to Hiyori and learn what unconditional care and love is please:(( Get yourself an older sister like Yuki did I prommy there's more to existing than just being used and thrown away every time:(((

So yeah! i leave you with your monthly(!) reminder that trash dad is uh. huh. maybe leave father and son be for the time being actually they seem to have some issues to figure out.

#noragami #noragami 100 #yato #nora #once again sorry if this makes 0 sense i passed out for an hour and it was done #but hey! i'm back and better than ever! ... I think!#the spanish bit says the same as the english part of the bullet dw about it #Every chapter brings me closer and closer to the side of the Father apologists and I don't like it (/hj)#but also I kind of love it his whole character is extremely appealing like. as a person he's a piece of shit but as a character?#*chef's kiss*#poor little meow meow material. I want to study him i want to poke around inside his head #so many thoughts so many feelings #yes you read correctly i have a ficlet wip I need wrung out of me like water from a rag because I really like the idea #kuraha theory my beloved #shoutout to nanna for being big brain #if u see this- didn't know if i should tag you but lmk if you want me to it just made me really anxious sorry💀#chapter reaction #chapter thoughts #lextpost #noragami spoilers

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revelinginthedarkrooms · 2 years

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Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 8

Notes: Surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me!

This is the unfortunate end of this particular book, but I'm utterly down to clown with more books of a similar caliber in the future (including a book of smut-shots about your romps with the animatronics of SB, yes, including the time Monty learned how to sext). For now, though, there won't be more daily updates. Gotta give the ol' smut goggles a chance to collect some more dust!

And to those of you who wanted Map Bot for the memes... you drove me to this /s

CONTENT WARNING: Brief kidnapping scene by... guess who lmao

CHAPTER 8 (BONUS): Mapping Out the Rabbit Hole

You just couldn’t help yourself.

It wasn’t long before you begged Vanessa to sneak you in again, and to your surprise, she was a lot more willing to do so this time around. You had excitedly gotten into her car, dressed for the occasion in a nice dress and knee-high socks with sneakers.

The animatronics had been messaging you almost every night, some more sweetly than others (you still felt saucy about the time you sent a panty pic and got a voice note of Monty’s guttural moans, now that was some whack material let me tell you), telling you they couldn’t wait for you to visit. You hated to disappoint (plus you definitely didn’t mind getting a good dicking again as a reward for working hard at your job).

As soon as you got into the pizzaplex, you headed straight for Rockstar Row, bag bouncing on your hip. You barely waited long enough to tell Vanessa goodbye, giggling and running right for the escalators.

Getting to the robots’ rooms was a piece of cake. Finding them, however, was the hard part.

“Where the hell is everyone?” You huffed, smoothing down your skirt. “C’mon, guys, I wore lingerie for this!”

Nobody answered.

You tried to look into their rooms through the glass, but the curtains were all drawn. Even Freddy’s, much to your disappointment.

You rolled your eyes and stalked off. “Fine, I’ll amuse myself with something else,” you muttered.

You went to the elevators and sighed, pressing the button to get you going.

As soon as the elevator stopped and opened, you were ambushed by a robot.

“Take a map,” its monotonous voice droned, shoving a map into your chest. “Free map.”

You eyed the robot and its hands as you took the map from its lukewarm hand. I wonder…

The last time you'd been to the mall, the little robot had intrigued you with its relentless map charity. Though it wasn't that appealing looks-wise, it was simple and sleek, and it looked like it had very nice hands.

No, (y/n), your brain scolded. This is a literal robot. Don’t do it. Do not fuck the robot.

Y’know what? You straightened up, grinning at the robot. I’m gonna try to fuck the robot.

It continued to watch you as you pulled your skirt up, exposing lacy panties decorated with sheer mesh and cute little bows at the sides.

“Hey, bud,” you cooed. “Can you do something for me?”

But it just stared at you.

Silence settled between you two for several long, awkward seconds before you dropped the bottom hem of your skirt, feeling somewhat ashamed.

“What the fuck am I doing,” you sighed. “You aren’t even sentient. This isn’t fun, it’s sad. I’m sad.”

Dejected, you turned to walk away.

The sudden sound of the bot being pushed away (it humorously said “Ow”) made you start to turn curiously, when someone tackled you from behind.

Your head hit the floor with a painful smack, and you cried out in pain as someone pressed a knife to your neck.

“Nighty-night,” a heavily-distorted, vaguely-familiar breathy voice cooed into your ear as someone’s weight pressed into your back.

You awoke, cold, with a splitting headache and a strange feeling in your gut who-knows-how-long later, your cheek against something.

You groaned, and the pain sent a sharp twinge through your skull. Lifting your heavy head, you blinked blearily at your dark surroundings.

Where the fuck am I?

You seemed to be in a room with neon lighting along one side belonging to an exit sign above a door. The word ‘VANNY’ was scrawled along one wall, you noted as you craned your neck to look up. Whatever you were lying on, it was incredibly soft and smelled vaguely of… something. To your discomfort, your bag was nowhere to be seen.

Blinking, you turned to look at the arcade cabinet next to the bed with a furrowed brow. What the fuck? The creep lives here?!

You shifted your body and the feeling in your gut twisted. It felt familiar, yet…

You looked down to see your legs tied to pegs hammered into the wall. You attempted to move your arms, but they were tied too (presumably to pegs in the opposite wall). What kind of sicko knocked you out?

“Hello?” You called, wiggling despite the weight in your belly. “Ayo, if you’re still here, fuckin’ say something!”

No answer.

Growling to yourself, you wiggled a little more. The ropes were sharp against your skin. “You’re totally ruining my night, you know! I didn’t come here to get knocked out by some psycho, I came to get some DICK!”

You paused. Then you added, “And some pussy! I’m not one to judge!”

Sighing, you settled into the pillow. For some reason, you could smell arousal in the air - you didn’t think it was from you, but you had been pretty excited to get to your activities earlier.

The weight in the pit of your stomach was getting harder to ignore, too. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you had something inside of you.

Closing your eyes, you decided just to go back to sleep. Hopefully either whoever took you would let you go or one of the bots would come rescue you.

I just hope they aren’t too worried, you fretted as you tried your best to get comfortable.

You don’t know how long you drifted off for, but you awoke slowly to the sound of heavy breathing in the room with you.

Your heart picked up its pace, yet you didn’t open your eyes. The breathing sounded feminine, yet it was distorted - holy shit, the same person that knocked you out!

Be calm, (y/n), you told yourself, attempting to calm your breathing. Don’t rush to act. You have no idea if they’re gonna murder you or not.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a feminine whine. “Oh fuck… nnnn…”

Are they fucking jacking it right now? Your face had to be burning with the rate you were turning red.

Briefly, you thought of attempting to call Vanessa, but when you turned your arm slightly, you realized with mounting horror that you couldn’t feel your Fazwatch.

“Mmmm… (y/n)...” her breathy voice whimpered, along with the telltale ‘shlick shlick shlick’ of someone going to town on their downstairs neighbor.

A hand caressed your face and you flinched at the touch.

Immediately, the person stopped, cooing, “Wake up, princess…”

The hand on your cheek turned firm as they gripped you, attempting to shake you. Your head was thankfully not pounding anymore, but shaking worsened the distant pain enough to where you opened your eyes, staring up into glowing red ones.

A grinning rabbit mask greeted you, mismatched patches stitched along the sides. The ears hung over the front, and it seemed to stop right where her head met her neck.

Waving coyly at you, she gestured to where she was two knuckles deep in her own pussy, her body glistening with sweat in the dim light. One hand was covered in some kind of cartoony glove, while the other was bare.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she giggled, tracing your cheekbone with her gloved thumb. “You drove me so crazy in that dress that I just had to snatch you away!”

“Who the hell are you and why are you keeping me from getting some serious robo-cock tonight?” You demanded.

She laughed at that, distorted laughter that sent a shiver up your back. “Oh, silly girl, you’ve already had some dick!”

“Huh?” You squinted before moving your hips. And then you realized what the pressure in your gut was.

“You… using my own strap against me?” You barked a laugh. “Clever, white rabbit! But I'm late for a very important date, so if you wouldn't mind...”

She watched as you flexed your hands, the mask’s creepy smile hiding the manic smirk on her face.

“I’ve been watching,” she cooed. “Watching you.”

“Weird flex, but okay.” You raised an eyebrow.

“He told me to select one, but… but you are not the one,” her voice grew more confused as she shook her head. “I feel something… strong, for you. Something that I would never normally tell you.”

“You want to fuck me, right?” You deadpanned.

“I-- what?” She seemed taken-aback, leaning back in her chair.

“Strong feelings that you wouldn’t normally tell me, the fact that when I woke up you were yanking the crank, plus the fact that I’m tied up right now with my own dildo inside of me?” You tugged on your arms for emphasis. “C’mon, bunny girl. Just admit you think I’m hot.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so… forward with it,” she admitted.

“Lady, I have had one hell of a time in this mall.” You heaved a sigh. “Had pizza with and then fucked a robotic chicken, played golf with and got chased and ultimately dicked down by an alligator, got fingerfucked and dicked down with my own strap by a wolf girl, got to play in the arcade and got dicked by Freddy in a photo booth.” You paused, and then raised an eyebrow. “That’s not even mentioning the weird sun and moon guy, because that is all kinds of fucked and kinky and that’s a longer story for another time.”

“I know,” she replied. “I watched you through all of that.”

“Okay, so…?” You shrugged the best you could with your arms tied above your head. “Are you gonna get to the fucking, or…?”

She paused. Probably blinked, though the mask hid anything. You could feel the incredulity.

You just watched her with your brows raised.

“Aren’t you scared?” She finally questioned.

“I was at first, but then I realized I was still in the mall and just tied up in a really kinky way.” You huffed a laugh. “To be honest, the kink outweighs the fear.”

“You really are a freak,” she uttered quietly.

“Comes with the job description, sweetheart.” You winked and gestured with your chin. “C’mon, I’ll pretend if it helps you get your rocks off.”

Shaking her head, she got up from the chair and knelt over you, both legs on either side of your hips. Her naked hand was still wet and sticky, and she smelled strongly of arousal, one that sent a pulse to your own heat and goosebumps spreading across your exposed skin. You bit your lip as her naked body ground against yours, the skirt of your dress riding up your stomach.

She cupped her cheek with her gloved hand and trailed the fingers of her other down your belly, stopping at the fabric of your lingerie. She grabbed the little ribbon at the side and tugged at the end, unraveling it and pulling it away from your body.

You shivered in anticipation, raking your gaze up and down. She was gloriously bare and deliciously smooth, little freckles kissing her shoulders and trailing down the valley of her breasts, which looked firm.

“I hate that I can’t kiss you like this,” her voice was breathy and full of desire, “but I can more than make up for it in other ways…~”

She firmly grasped the blunt end of the dildo and with one motion yanked it out of your core, making you moan at the sudden loss. You felt emptier now, your pussy squeezing on nothing as she teased you by waving it in front of you.

The shaft was still sticky with your own arousal, and you watched with interest as she trailed it down between her boobs and down her stomach, before teasing at her own lower lips with the head. With a strangled moan, she shoved it into herself and began bouncing up and down as if on the real thing.

“Fuck, you’re really gonna leave me high and dry?” You groaned, licking your lips as she squeezed her own boobs together.

“”I’m only getting started with the fun,” she answered, and with a giggle she leaned in to rest her forearms on either side of your head so that the ridiculous rabbit mask was right in front of you and obscuring your view.

You huffed. “And here I thought I’d get dinner and a show.”

“How lewd!” Bunny lady-- well, you decided to call her Vanny, gasped as the toy hit another spot inside.

“I try,” you snarked.

She hopped up and down on the toy a few more times - and came with a breathy moan, resting her masked face on your shoulder.

You awkwardly pretended to pat her on the back, cursing more than ever that you were tied back. You waited until she stopped panting before asking, “So… you gonna untie me now?”

“No,” she sighed, finally having caught her breath. “Not quite yet.”

She sat up and pulled the toy out, hissing at the sensation, before setting it aside and crawling up to where her pussy was in your face.

Fucking finally, you thought as she lowered herself onto your mouth.

“Make it good and I’ll consider getting you to cum fairly quick,” she ordered, a thrill of excitement in her voice.

“Ma’am yes ma’am,” you dutifully replied and tenderly pressed your lips to hers in a deep kiss. She shuddered, bracing herself against the wall as your tongue darted out to swirl around her pearl before plunging inside of her.

Vanny began to rock back and forth against your mouth, letting out cute little whimpers as you tongue-fucked her. “Aah, yes…! (y/n), princess, baby…”

A spark of pleasure shot through you at her words, and you pressed your tongue flat against a spongy spot inside that made her whole lower half twitch. “Ah!”

Jackpot. You could have smirked as you continued to assault that spot, giving it kitten licks before outright massaging it with your tongue. All the while, the woman above you continued to quiver and cry, clenching her fists against the wall and thrusting her hips against your face.

“(y/n),” she was moaning, her breath hitching as she felt her release building, “(y/n)--!”

With a wail, she came, and you felt her walls close around you, pulsing with her orgasm as you tasted the slightly-sweet liquid of victory.

You lapped at her folds until she finally mustered the strength to get off of you. For a split-second, you thought you saw a mole on the tender flesh of her left inner thigh, but you brushed it off as a trick of the light.

“Aw, is that it?” You pouted, strings of translucent liquid clinging to your flushed lips.

She was still panting for breath as she poked your nose with her finger. “That was pretty good, good job.”

You watched as she climbed off the bed and harnessed the strapon to her hips. Once she was confident that it was secure, she knelt back down before you, gripping your hip with one hand and caressing the flesh with her thumb before guiding the toy to your entrance once more.

“Fuck yes,” you hissed, as you felt the head tease you open. “I’m so ready for this.”

“I’m going to fuck you,” her voice was oddly chipper as she squeezed the meat of your hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget all about those silly robots.”

“I dare you to try.” You flashed her a smirk with half-lidded eyes gazing directly into hers. Er, the mask’s.

With a giggle, she pushed in, and you leaned your head back and groaned, low and guttural.

“I bet you’re so tight,” Vanny teased. “Even though you had this toy inside of you for so long… the noises you’re making down here, you’re so wet I bet you could take two with no problem.”

“Don’t, aah fuck, don’t give me any more ideas,” you keened, arching against the blankets. “You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you? Mmh~”

“I would be stuck at my monitor for hours just watching you,” she replied. Her tone took on a more sultry note as she pressed her thumb against your clit and watched you squirm. “Having Monty and Freddy at once… that would be so exciting. I can’t decide if they would double-team your pussy or have one in your ass.”

“Either way, I am fucking down,” you let out a shaky laugh. “As soon as you untie me, of course.”

“Oh, (y/n),” she cooed. “Why would I ever let you go?”

Gee, that sounds familiar, you thought to yourself as you glanced over at the large window at the other side of the room. I wonder where Vanessa is. Surely she must have alerted the bots by now, right? Maybe they’re still looking for me.

A hand lightly slapping your cheek brought you back to the present, gut-churning arousal coursing through your body. Vanny brought your face back around to look up at her as she chided, “Hey, eyes on me.”

Something about the phrase sounded similar to what Vanessa used to say, but you brushed it off. Lots of people say that.

“I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner,” Vanny giggled, spreading your legs a little wider apart. “I had to be so careful… but now I have you!”

“You’re so fucking good at this,” you moaned. “How are you so good at this?”

“Let’s say I have a lot of experience.”

Experience well earned, you thought in your foggy brain. There was nothing quite like having another human, and despite your undeniable thirst for the robots you had to admit a woman in a rabbit costume domming you was really hot. Granted, the mask was rather creepy, and her voice was strangely glitchy, but she was sexy.

You looked back down at her legs curiously, and sure enough - there was a mole on her left thigh.

“Oh,” she quietly hissed as your body jolted again from the electricity, “I want to make you scream. You’ll scream so loud they’ll hear you in Parts and Services!”

With that declaration still fresh, she aimed for your own sweet spot, and simultaneously her thrusts got faster. You cried and tugged at your bindings as the pleasure made your toes curl.

She reveled in it, towering over you as you let loose a scream when she pressed into your clit hard.

“Doesn’t this feel better than a robot?” She teased into your ear. “The warmth of another person can’t compare…”

“Still weighing-- my options,” you jested, sharply gasping at the pressure in your gut. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

“Do it!” She ordered, gripping your hip as the wet slapping of hips against ass became louder.

The pressure became tighter and tighter and tighter, the arousal building in your core…

… and it absolutely exploded.

Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall, making you scream to kingdom come as fireworks exploded before your very eyes, your body burning hot and sensitive to her touch as she slammed in as far as she could go. Vanny held you down as you writhed and squirmed against her bed and squirted across her stomach.

As the embers of arousal licking at your very being began to die down and you slumped, boneless, to the bedding, Vanny pulled out - and marveled at the slick wetness coating the toy.

“Wow, Princess,” she giggled mischievously as she got up from the bed. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I have been…” you tiredly panted, “...really… really… pent-up.”

You tiredly watched as she pulled the straps down her legs before depositing the toy on a pile of clothes next to the bed. Then, her weight dipping back into the blankets, she rested herself atop you, curling up into your side.

Her fingertips traced about your skin, from your neck to the edges of your cheekbones, and you closed your eyes as she began to stroke through your hair, her nails digging nicely into your scalp.

“Are you gonna let me go now?” You asked quietly, turning your head with a yawn.

“We’ll see,” she mysteriously replied.

Well, there were worse ways to spend after sex. You settled in as another chill racked your body, alleviated somewhat by the weird rabbit woman’s own radiating heat.

“(y/n)...”

You felt groggy and bogged-down as you came back to awareness, strange enough due to the lack of anything holding you down.

“(y/n), sugar…”

A sweet, feminine voice followed a warm hand cupping your cheek, and as you leaned into the touch, you heard murmuring around you.

Have I died and gone to a better place? You briefly wondered. Then you had to laugh to yourself. Wait, who am I kidding?

“I think she’s waking up,” one of the voices that had been infused into your wildest dreams added.

Not dead, just in the Pizzaplex, you decided, and took that moment to try and open your eyes.

As your eyelashes fluttered and you cracked your eyes open, the dim lighting making it easier, you noticed the animatronics crowded around you with worried expressions.

“Hey, look who decided to join the land of the living,” Monty tried to joke, peering down at you over his shades as Chica helped you up. “You good, sha?”

“I feel like a puddle of goo,” you tiredly answered, smiling up at Chica as she knelt over you. “I don’t suppose one of you has a kiss to help me feel better?”

The robotic chicken giggled, shaking her head as she leaned in and nuzzled your cheek. “You had us so worried, cupcake.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Roxy groused, arms folded, but you could hear the worry in her voice as she looked over at you.

“What happened after I conked out?” You questioned, looking around the half-circle.

The animatronics hesitated, looking from one to the other. Finally, Freddy spoke up. “The daycare attendant was able to find you at the top of the hour, locked in a room above Fazer Blast. He found Vanessa and helped to bring you back down.”

“Yeah,” Chica added a little hesitantly, glancing up at him before coming back to you. “I’m so sorry we couldn’t come to get you, (y/n). We were looking and looking… but we just couldn’t find you.”

“Believe me, I wouldn’t have found me either,” you joked, and that seemed to rouse a few chuckles from the group. “Nah, but seriously, what happened to the weird rabbit lady that kidnapped me?”

Freddy paused. Chica’s eyes grew wide. Monty looked away, a twisting expression on his face. Roxy’s frown intensified and she looked directly at you.

“Rabbit… lady?” Freddy questioned, his voice strange and sad. “There is no rabbit here. …not anymore.”

“I knew that,” you retorted with a confused frown as you looked down at your wrist. Good, the watch was back. “But… she had a homemade-looking costume and everything. That was apparently her room I was staying in.”

“I know what you’re talking about,” Roxy abruptly chimed in, making the others stare at her. “I’ve seen her before.”

“Thank God, I’m not suddenly going crazy or anything!” You breathed. “Where’d she go?”

“I don’t know.” Her shoulders slumped minutely and she scowled at the ground. “She makes sure she’s never directly in my line of sight, but I have noticed her prowling around here.”

Your eyes softened, and you reached for her. She seemed to notice and leaned in as your hand brushed her cheek, and her tail swished.

“Well,” Freddy spoke up. “It is only three-twelve. We still have time to catch up.”

Like a switch, his words seemed to change the others’ demeanors. Monty’s sullen look was replaced as he looked back to you. Roxy’s eyes narrowed and she reached up to grasp your hand in hers, robotic fingers closing around yours. Chica’s brace against your back turned into a squeeze around your shoulders.

You had to laugh. “I feel pretty fucked-out, but y’know what? I’m down.”

You didn’t get to see Vanessa again until she came to pick you up from Roxy’s room at the end of her shift, where she got to see the two of you sitting together, you in the wolf girl’s lap, with her tail wrapped around your waist.

Your friend appeared tired as hell, but she attempted a smile at you as she gestured to the door. “Time to go.”

“Aw, okay,” you sighed. Tapping Roxy’s forearms, you pressed your cheek to hers. “I’ll come back to visit soon,” you promised.

“You’d better.” Her tone seemed grumpy, but you could see the affection in her eyes as she nuzzled you once more before letting you get up.

You followed Vanessa on shaky legs to the door, but your knees buckled as soon as you reached the threshold, and she paused to help you up. Taking on some of your weight by letting you wrap an arm around her shoulder, she led you out.

You waved to the animatronics as you passed their rooms and headed to the stairs.

“Sounds like you had quite the night without me,” she said, half in jest.

“Sorry to cause so much trouble.” You huffed out a laugh, resting your head against her shoulder.

“No, it’s my fault for not noticing any intruders.” She sighed harshly, adjusting your arm around her shoulder and allowing you to catch a whiff of fresh perfume on her person. “You’re okay?”

“Better than okay.” You smiled in satisfaction as the crisp morning air hit you and you shivered. “Hey, what happened to the robots?”

“Something… someone, actually, messed with their code,” she answered with a frown as she glanced back at the building. “I found them all in Parts and Services, just standing around with… weird purple, glowing eyes.”

“Parts and Services, huh…” you muttered, the assailant’s words coming back to you.

She glanced over at you next, brow knit together, as she unlocked her car and helped you into the passenger seat. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah…” you yawned into the crook of your elbow as she buckled you in. “Hey… just curious… what do I owe you for this time?”

She stared at you, surprised, before shaking her head. “This one’s a free pass.”

“Sweet.” You smiled up at her. “Thanks, Ness.”

Her answering expression was a tight smile and eyes swarming with doubts as she shut the car door.

A mole on the inner thigh… you thought dazedly as you closed your eyes, the shifting of the car barely registering as your cheek pressed against the window.

What were you really doing…? The thought nagged at you even as the car started and Vanessa began to drive off.

Once you were out of the parking lot, her voice, low and tired, roused you from your light dozing. “Do you want to get rested up and then go for brunch? My treat this time.”

It took you a moment to answer. When you cracked open one eye and smiled sleepily at her, you murmured, “That sounds awesome.”

#fnaf #fnaf x female reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf security breach #security breach #security breach x female reader #security breach x reader #crack treated seriously #smut #vanny #vanny x female reader #vanny x reader #map bot #map bot x female reader #map bot x reader #lmao sike #tw: kidnapping #tw: somnophilia

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deity-of-calamity · 1 year

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(SURPRISE BITCHES! I bet you thought you'd seen the last of this chaos loving demon. NOPE! I just needed to refresh some stuff. Moving forward, DMC will be the main verse as a default, Reverse Falls will now be his second main. As I really want to focus on that. Oh and I am writing Bill as the full name I gave him before. And I think maybe that was at least some of my lack of motivation of writing before. Billia Aurum Cipher. He can still be called Bill as a nickname but Bill continously just kind of bothered me. But going back over some Reverse Falls videos I'm like: Screw it, he's coming back. This blog still won't be my main, as that is now kurai-honoo, but I think this will be fun to come back to if I'm feeling stressed or just not feeling my YGO muses that day.)

#outofcontracts #I need this #so much

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bdbdhdjdhdh · 1 year

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Masterlist of My Hero PSLE SEASON 3 episodes

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askthebathroomboyes · 3 years

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l: Seriously, I'm proud of you.

a: eughhh

l: What, you don't like praise?

a: not outside the bedroom ;)

l: Oh for fuck's sake.

a: you love it

#chainshipping #lawrence x adam #saw #SURPRISE BITCH I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME #idk i. missed them randomly today. ;_;#it's been a while huh?! what's up!!! look at my style/art change damn...#feel free to send qs but i have like a big ass backlog to work through so pls be patient! <3

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swordsmithtotosai · 3 years

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* neck cracking sounds *

“It feels like I’m waking from a thousand year nap.”

#haHAH #surprise bitch i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #jk ily youre not #a bitch #u a queen #slay #today #and everytday #idk if this is crack or whatever it feels like sum he would say

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writerlys · 4 years

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me, minding my business, doing absolutely nothing, unproblematic and unbothered:

my anxiety, screeching in my ear: 🎵 EVERYBODY HAAATES YOU AND THEY TALK TO YOU OUT OF PIIIITY AND BY THE WAY NO ONE LIIIKES WRITING WITH YOUUUU!!!! HERE IS MY EVIDENCE MLA FORMATTED!!!! 🎵

#I literally hate this feeling and I hate anxiety with a burning passion #I always say I'm so focused on my depression that my anxiety comes out like SURPRISE BITCH!! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME #i KNOW what triggered this and i KNOW it's me thinking back about trauma and my brain's still like #🎵 eheheeee no one liiikes you 🎵#imma just: curl into a ball and surround myself in the cold dark earth brb #anxiety tw

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vivitalks · 4 years

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me? posting fic at 4am? it’s more likely than you think

Tony Stark: Iron Man to Hawkeye, we have incoming. By which I mean I'm about to land in your yard.

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feralsetter · 3 years

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Wiping the nervous sweat from his brow , he grimaces as he presses his small frame tighter against the side of the shabby building. He tilts his head of mostly raven locks ( tightly secured in a bun ) back against the bricks , focusing on calming breaths. The distinctive sounds of slow shuffling and low groans threaten to rattle his composure , but all he has do is endure a little longer. Wait for the group to pass along the other side of the building. There's a loud clanging ; something metal maybe? He strains his ears to hear , but quickly flinches as a high-pitched wail pierces the balmy air. He can't be certain , but his most reasonable guess is a cat.

The hoarse groans get louder , but they're not loud enough to drown out the squelching sound as the zombies eagerly devour their new prey. The foul stench of rotting flesh and decay perpetually permeated the air around him , even out in the open. The sickening sounds of the mindless creatures feeding unfortunately reminds him of all the people he's lost since this whole unexplainable mess started. His parents , Hinata , Lev , Kageyama , Yaku , Kuroo , and countless others along the way. The sole reason he was still here was because of the sacrifice of others. His guilt was the reason he was pressed tightly against the backside of a building currently , hoping not the be seen. Supplies had been running low , and while he wasn't the fastest runner , he possessed a knack for getting in and out of places quietly and unseen. He was light on his feet , and it came in handy for moments like these. Peeling himself away from the wall , he carefully crept away , back towards the direction and camp he came from.

He was beyond exhausted after his trip , but his pack remained clutched tightly to his chest. The insides consisting of whatever was left of the local pharmacy as well as a few snacks he found along the way. There was a prized bag of cheetos he was excited to savor. ❝ The natives are getting restless. Their groups are getting larger too. We should think about moving on soon. Further into the countryside if we can get a decent amount of supplies. ❞ His tone is hushed , going long periods of time without speaking and the general fear of being too loud and attracting attention keeping it small. He plops down on the ground , unzipping his bag once he's settled. He pulls out the bag of cheetos with a wide smile. ❝ I'm willing to share. It could be the last one left. ❞

#╰ ☆ — open starter.#╰ ☆ — verse ⧽ zombie apocalypse.#╰ ☆ — timeskip kenma.#tw; zombies #tw; death #tw; gore #probably more but i can't think of them #also #if your muse is listed among the dead #pls feel free to pop up like #surprise bitch bet you thought you'd seen the last of me #for fun

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Dabi x villain!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, non-con, stalking, mentions of human experimentation, non-consensual drug use, lots of swearing.

Words: 1841.

Summary: Running away from the lab where you had been experimented on for years, you have no choice but to join the League of Villains to escape from the government. Of course, you don’t expect things to go smoothly, especially when one mutilated son of a bitch just can’t leave you alone.

P.S. I’ve suddenly remembered Rogue who had been my favorite character once; the heroine’s Quirk is partly based on her ability.

My dear @navegandoaciegas, this is my first attempt at writing Dabi. Hope you’re going to enjoy reading it ❤

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"Fuck, how much can you drink at once, birdie? Ain't you scared to pass out in a place full of men?"

Oh God, it was that smug bastard again. For the past couple of days Dabi couldn't get off your back for a full damn minute.

"Men? Here?" You opened your eyes and raised an eyebrow at the man whose face was right above yours as he leaned on the back of the couch where you laid. "I see just a couple of kids and one burnt corpse who can never fucking shut up."

"Oh? Wanna see how well can a burnt corpse fuck you up?"

Always up to a challenge. You rolled your eyes at his obvious display of hostility despite the fact he'd most definitely lose against you. Besides, Shigaraki would barely enjoy you two ruining the League's hideout, and upsetting that asshole ready to go berserk any moment certainly wasn't one of your priorities.

"Just go fuck yourself, would you? I'm not in the mood to bark at you."

"Well, then don't. I didn’t come here for that, actually."

This was something new. He suddenly became calm as you studied his grotesque mutilated face inches away from yours. Your expression didn’t betray any emotions either since you weren't shocked or disgusted by the way Dabi looked: you've seen worse in the laboratory, and repulsive things had long stopped looking repulsive to you.

"What are you here for, then?" You asked him, trying to remember if you finished that second bottle of sake or not. Since the time you accidentally got one of those useless Quirks, you couldn't get drunk anymore - now strong alcohol only made you sleepy.

"I've always wanted to ask why the fuck are you wearing these." Dabi pointed out to the black leather gloves laying on the coffee table in front of you, and you rolled your eyes again. One more useless question.

"In this team of no-brainers you're the last person I expected to ask me this question." Groaning, you moved up a little to take more comfortable position and stared at the man above you intensely.

"Don't you want to gather as many Quirks as possible? If so, why wearing gloves when you can only get a Quirk through touch?"

You were close to snapping at him, and it certainly made Dabi look even more smug.

"Who the fuck do you think I am, a garbage bin?" You barked wishing you could teleport the bastard somewhere to Hawaii. "I only take Quirks I need, and it isn't easy to find those in that damp of useless abilities regular citizens have. Besides, some Quirks are quite dangerous for their owners and I'd prefer them not existing at all. You, of all people, should already get that, Pretty Face."

He smiled at you, but you saw his hollow eyes sparkling dangerously at your last remark, and you felt his body emanating heat he could turn into his famous blue flames within a second. Nasty shit, that what's you thought of his Quirk. Who on Earth would want anything like that? You doubted anyone but a true psychopath could really appreciate something as fucked up as Dabi's ability to burn anything and anyone, himself including. You definitely didn't want to use his Quirk despite already taking it as almost all of those belonging to the League of Villains. It wasn't intentional, though.

"You'd better start watching your mouth, birdie. You ain't back in the lab." His smile grew wider as he saw your expression darkening at the mention of the lab.

Fucking son of a bitch. You bet he'd go insane during the first month being locked up there.

"Huh, calm down, dear. I think it's better we get along."

You sent him a glare wishing you could throw his overconfident ass out of the window. Dabi loved messing with fucking everyone, Shigaraki included, but he was still a valuable member of the team. Killing him would do you no good.

Showing him your middle finger, you put your head on the pillow and took the half-empty bottle of sake. Thank goodness you didn't finish it. You hoped Dabi would vanish by the time you were done.

You spent a few minutes in complete silence as the man kept leaning on the couch and watching you drinking while you did your best trying to relax. Why the Hell was Dabi stuck here with you? Didn't he have any other things he should be doing now? Was he here to get under your skin even more? Shit, you just wanted to be left alone. You wanted it since the time they brought you to the lab, but since then somebody had always been getting on your nerves one way or the other.

"Seriously, what do you want from me?" You grunted as you opened your eyes again and stared at Dabi's face. "You wanna take the couch or what? I ran out of sake if you're here for it."

There was that smug smile again. Saints, the guy had been creeping you out with his long intense stares for quite some time, but today he was even less bearable than usual. He definitely wanted something from you, and the feeling was making you uneasy.

"You wanna hook up, birdie?"

You thought you were gonna choke on air when you heard him saying that. What? Seriously? Did he hurt his head so bad last time heroes attacked? So, that was the meaning of those stares, then? He thought you were the one he could stick his dick in. Wincing from the thought like from a toothache, you squeezed your eyes shut. The guy was clearly mad.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would I want to hook up with anyone?" You huffed with irritation and realized Dabi was having way more fun than you.

"Don't tell me you're actually a virgin."

"You think I can be a virgin with the life I'm having?" You sounded more bitter than you thought you would, and the man above you chuckled. He was getting on your nerves more and more with each passing second.

"Then why not? Sex is a good way to relax. You certainly seem like you could let off some steam." You flinched when Dabi extended his hand to you, but he had only brushed of a lock of your hair out of your face. "I bet I can help you with that better than most of the team."

"Sex is painful, and I don't like pain. Go have fun with Toga, she seems more into that than me." You narrowed your eyes at him, your hand almost touching his neck if the villain decided he'd go further without your consent. His stupid grin going wider was making you more and more mad.

Of course, he wouldn't go to Himiko. That asshole had his own type, and she certainly didn't fall into that category. Why did you? You had no idea, but you doubted he would ever lay his hands on you. Yeah, you knew what sex was, and it had nothing to do with pleasure like in those stupid romantic novels you once bought. It was humiliating and painful. If you had a chance to get back to those who did it to you back in the lab, you'd rip their hearts out of their rib cages.

The expression on your face didn't seem to faze Dabi even the slightest bit, and you rolled your eyes in irritation. Apparently, he wouldn't give up unless you showed him you weren't some doll he could play with, and Shigaraki was probably going to get real mad at the both of you this evening.

All of a sudden you felt some strange tickling in your muscles you had never felt before. What was that? Confused, you quickly glanced over the room to see no one except Dabi still on his spot. What was that? Was it some hero's work? Had they found your hideout? No, it couldn’t be. You'd hear them, feel them before somebody even set their foot on your territory. It wasn't a hero.

Unwilling to wait for any surprises to happen, you used a regeneration Quirk, the one you were gifted on your 14th birthday so you could heal yourself after they ran the tests without troubling a healer too much. Strangely, the Quirk did nothing about the tickling, and you felt your legs getting weaker. What the fuck was that?

As you raised your head to ask Dabi for help, you suddenly realized he was eager to see what you were doing. He looked like he enjoyed watching you in such state, confused and even frightened, your knees slightly trembling as if you became weak within a couple of seconds.

It was him. He did something to you. The bastard had the nerve to do something to your body so it'd be easier to handle you.

"What have you done?" You hissed at him while he chuckled, pointing at the bottles of sake on the table. "Have you poisoned my drink?"

But the regeneration would work in that case. You knew for sure.

Running his finger around the shell of your ear, Dabi hummed with content, "Poisoned? Come on, who do you think I am, an Evil Queen? That's just a little handy potion that has a tendency to slowly accumulate in your body. Makes you a little softer, don't you think?"

Oh. Oh. That's why he was always watching you. He had no idea when the effects would start to show. Did he fucking realize it could happen in the heat of the battle when you needed your Quirks the most? Did Dabi have any idea what would happen if heroes managed to lock you away again?

"Seems like you planned to abandon me if heroes attacked, didn't you?" You gritted your teeth when Dabi got on top of you, his hands on your chest as he caressed your body like a lover would, his hot fingers getting under your clothes.

"Of course not. I'd play your personal hero and save your stubborn ass the trouble of murdering everyone."

While you desperately wanted to kick him off you came to realization you weren't able to even stand up, your arms and legs so weak you could barely move while Dabi had no problems stripping you out of your clothes, his hands on the your thighs as he took off your pants.

Shit, shit, shit. You couldn’t use any Quirks to hurt him, all of them barely responding to your call. What was that potion? Why nobody in the lab prepared you for this? How on Earth did that shithead obtain such a dangerous thing?

"If you hurt me, I'll rip your brain out of your skull and bring it to Shigaraki as a present."

His chapped, disfigured lips brushed against your neck almost gently when the man murmured, "It doesn't have to be painful, birdie. I'll show you how much fun we can have together."

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pink-bird-30 · 3 years

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Titan's Season 3 Finale

SPOILERS AHEAD

READ AT OWN RISK!!!!!!

For some reason I thought there was still one more episode after today, and I'm disappointed.

Like, really disappointed.

(I will be all over the place with this, so bear with me)

First off,

WHERE IN X'HALS NAME WAS DICK AND DONNA'S REUNION?!?!

Seriously, I was waiting for that big moment when they saw each other again. Dick literally held her in his arms and cried in front of everyone last season. And you're telling me Dick didn't fucking run and jump into this woman's arms after seeing her alive? for fucks sake writers.

Secondly, We were give not a crumb, not a spect of dust, but a fucking empty box of emotions between Dick and Kori. After last weeks "bombshell" (as these so called "writers" told us about) you'd think Dick would've seen Kori in person and been like, huh, that's going to be the mother of my children, maybe I should acknowledge her existence? nah. nah. All we were given was Dick being all "leader-esq" asking for a "miracle" and then the smallest of interaction at the RV, which I thought was cute banter between them, very season 1, but that's it.

Third, Dick and Kori straight up kidnapped Tim, I think this is hilarious. I bet there was some sort of conversation between his parents and Dick, because you know, Titans just shows us just everything on screen. But I'm really happy for Tim, he really deserves to be Robin and I'm glad he had his moment in the Batcave with Dick and Jason.

"That's for Gotham, Bitch." I loved this. And Tim is right, Crane is a bitch.

Fourth, Bruce finally showing the fuck up. He comes back to a Gotham where people are helping one another, and that is something he could never do as Batman. Dick managed this when he finally worked with the Titans as a team, and not solo. I don't know why it was important for Dick to go back to Gotham this season, but he already went through the whole: 'Team work makes the dream work', bs last season. Why did we need this plot line again? Why couldn't this have been a stunt in Gotham while Bruce was away and then head back to SF. But instead it becomes this whole hoopla of Dick reverting back to his old self with a dash of Batman and a villain that could not deliver.

Fifth, Vee being an ARGUS agent took me by complete surprise. On rare occasion Titans has the ability to surprise me, and this was one of those moment. It is also the second time we hear Roy Harper's name in the series. Will we finally meet my favorite redheaded archer? or are they going to keep dangling him in front of us? I want to know more about ARGUS in this world, I only know ARGUS in the Arrowverse and wonder if Amanda Waller is someone they consider bringing into the show, but I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Sixth, Someone finally called Rachel Raven!!!!! This makes me beyond happy because I can stop writing Rachel and just write Raven from now on.

Seventh, I finally knew Dick was back to normal when he started to drive his doche-mobile again. The blue Porsche was what I expected season 1 Dick to drive and then end up in a dad car. And in this case the RV. This made me extremely happy and just the look of pure joy on this man's face when he showed up at the airstrip with a fucking RV and hopped out like he just discovered a rare gem. This is top tier Dick Grayson and I hope he is here to stay.

Eighth, We need to talk about Bruce's code being Selina Kyle. I will die on the BatCat ship hill. They are probably one of my favorite OTPs in DC comics. It does make me sad that he chose his life as Batman over his love with Selina. We will probably never know what really happened to them in this universe, but I really feel for Bruce. He really has lost a lot and pushed so many people away. By the end of this episode, we see that Bruce is truly alone.

-We see Bruce have probably his last interaction with Jason ever (I'm assuming here) and the way he says "Bye, son." I really wanted to cry for him. Bruce chose to use fear as a training method instead of teaching them to use their skills to be the best robins. And by using fear his sons never had a chance to be better than him. Jason may be forgiven by everyone else, but he will never forgive himself for his actions. The same as Bruce, who will never forgive himself for killing The Joker, but never regretting avenging his son's death.

-I love that Tim knew the code word; being a fanboy literally saved the day.

Ninth, Raven and Beast Boy working together to get to Donna and Tim. They're a force to be reckoned with and I hope we get to see more of them next season. We already have a lack of content when it comes to Gar, which I blame the writers for. He's such an amazing character and has a lot to offer, but gets pushed aside for new characters.

Tenth, the Lazarus pit scene. I'm confused as to when Kori received her full powers, her own powers. Was it after the explosion of the ship? Was it in that moment when she ended to move the pit into the sky? Why was this moment taken away from us, how are we supposed to know where they came from. She was told that she did not have the gift and now she has powers? Kom was given back her powers from Kori, again off screen cuz why the fuck not, and then they're both helping to cure the people of Gotham.

Eleventh, the best moment in this entire episode was Kori calling out all the bullshit. "I'm so done with this bullshit." Girl same. I am tired of it too.

Twelfth, Dick and Babs "break up". I felt a little sad watching their goodbye scene. Something felt very final about it and I teared up a bit. I'm far from being a dickbabs fan in regards to them dating, but as friends, I did have a fondness for their friendship. I hope we can see Babs again in a different way, but I'm glad she and Dick can move on from one another.

Thirteenth, The episode as a whole just really fell flat. Everything felt rushed, the acting was kinda shitty, but mostly due to bad writing and pacing of the scenes. I'm upset that this is the finale we were given, we deserve better as fans, especially since there are no relationships being built on this show. There's no emotional connections between anyone, it just literally feels so bland without those interactions, even a little bit of drama. Not to compare it to other shows, but Arrow was always good with building relationship and showing each characters development. We learned everything about each and every person, we knew their problems and flaws, but on Titans we get a brief insight to these people because the writers act as if we should know these people already. I know Dick from Teen Titans tv show, New Teen Titans Comics, Nightwing comics etc. I know those versions of Dick, but I don't know DC Titans Dick Grayson.

I. Need. More.

Overall, I'm giving this season a 5.5/10. They had sooooo much space and time to create a great season and fell flat. Hopefully season 4 will be better.

Until next time guys.

See you in 2022.

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surprise bitch

i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me

warnings: swearing, sexual implications if you squint

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You'd been Ms Wilhemina Venable's personal assistant for five months now. And let me tell you, it was a roller coaster of emotions. Some days the woman was mild; not really bothering anyone much, except when they got on her way or were being especially annoying. But other days, she was literally a volcano. One word could set this bitch off, one slight misstep and you were literal toast. It was a difficult job, for sure, but honestly you didn't hate it. From the first day you knew that you weren't going to get off the hook on pretty much anything with Venable, so you did your best to impress her. To make sure that she knew that you were serious about your job and helping her out.

The woman seemed to not hate you, actually. Sure, at first she treated you the same as everyone else: badly. She's a very critical person, so you had to watch your mouth and actions. But a few weeks in and you had mostly come to understand what set her off, and what she liked, how she liked things done. It was actually quite rewarding, when you did stuff that she approved of. And surprisingly funny watching her tell off thing one and thing two (that being Mutt and Jeff) (seriously who names their kids that wtf). How she dealt with those two on a daily basis was beyond you, but she also dealt with you so you guessed she must have some sort of secret. And it was one of the many that you were determined to uncover.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have just a teeny tiny crush on Venable. I mean, who wouldn't. Actually, I take that back. A lot of people wouldn't. And you were glad because somehow the idea of someone else having her made you feel strange. In a bad way. A feeling you weren't used to, that's for sure. But you pushed that aside for now because you had some serious work to do. Currently, you were writing down the important meetings Venable had for that day, and emailing the few people that she requested you to. (yes I did have to look up 'what do personal assistants do' don't @ me)

(so there's that)

It was kind of boring, rather repetitive, but remembering the look on Venable's face when you did what she asked, in a timely fashion, and correctly, you smiled and continued on with a renewed sense of vigor. (the look fills you with determination)(okay okay I'll stop sorry i had to) You picked up your pen again, looking away from your laptop for the moment, and refocus on the planner next to you, quickly scribbling something down as you hum a tune under your breath. The pen moved smoothly against the paper, clean lines in neat handwriting appearing under your swift movements. The action is soothing, and you glance back at your computer, checking to make sure you had your number correct, before again looking down, writing down the last meeting for the day.

With a quick noise of satisfaction, you click the end of your pen closed and smack it against the desk a few times, flicking it between your fingers (imagine that scene in 'hit me baby one more time' where Britney is messing with her pen) and tapping your finger. You had been diagnosed with ADHD, so the impatient movements and fidgeting weren't an uncommon occurrence. Some people hated it, the constant leg tapping or finger drumming, the noise annoying for others. But the sound helped you to focus more. At your old job, you were allowed to listen to music whilst you worked, but Venable requested that you not do so as she wanted you to be able to hear what was going on around you. So you instead had to fill the empty silence with something else.

But all at once, a hand was placed over the one with your pen, stopping the movement and causing your other hand to falter it's rhythmic tapping pattern. Your head shot up and looked to the hand still resting on yours, swallowing at the purple half-glove covering it. And even though you were aware of the person that must have been now standing behind you, you still jumped in your seat and let out a shocked squeak when her voice was suddenly directly in your ear whispering "Stop fidgeting. You'll break your pen." The chuckle that followed as the hand retracted made you sigh a shaky breath, head falling back down again. "Hello Ms. Venable. Sorry for bothering you." You heard the woman tsk behind you and were tempted to spin your seat around to look at her, but you could also feel your face heat up at the sound and didn't particularly feel like showing that fact off to her.

"You weren't bothering me, Miss l/n. I simply do not want you breaking the pen, or making a mark on the desk. It simply won't do." She said, and you nodded, apologizing quietly again and setting your pen down on the wooden surface, pushing it a few inches way from you to prevent your fingers from wandering and grabbing it again. Clearing your throat slightly, and recognizing the lack of blush on your skin, you did turn around then, planner in hand, ready to give it to Venable as you had finished it early. But you once again forced your self backwards, chair back bumping into your desk as you found said woman almost directly in front of you, so close that all you had to do was barely bring your arm out and be able to touch her waist. She looked down slightly, one eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her lips at your actions.

"I--s-sorry, Ms. Venable, you just startled me there. U-Um, could you....could you, back up..a little bit? Please?" You mumbled, your free hand's fingers tapping nervously on your leg. Venable must have noticed the motion as she did so, taking a few steps back to allow you some personal space, and you let out a breath. Swallowing, you thanked her and stood up, hesitantly holding the planner out to her, not making eye contact at first but soon bringing your eyes up to meet her gaze, not wanting to look weak in front of her. Without a word, the woman grabbed the paper from your fingers, eyes moving down to read through it quickly. A few seconds passed before she let out a pleased hum. A small smile appeared on her lips when she looked back up at you, nodding once and saying "This looks very good. Thank you, Miss l/n. I hope I didn't give you too much of a fright before."

You quickly shook your head and assured her that she didn't; "Oh, it's fine, Ms. Venable. I wasn't paying attention, I probably should've heard you. Normally I would have, I must have been lost in my own thoughts. I'm sorry." Venable sighed lightly and waved you off with a "Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong." You smiled shyly and glanced away from her, praying that a flush didn't appear over your cheeks. But one must have as the woman chuckled quietly again, clearly amused. But it was quickly over, as she turned without another word, only speaking as she was about to be out of your sight, with a "Oh, Mutt and Jeff wanted to see you by the way. I don't know what for, but I'd be careful if I were you." And before you could say anything else she was gone. You stood there for a few moments, thoughts flitting through your head. Why would those two want to see you? You didn't have anything to help them with, did you? They weren't angry, right?

You managed to rid yourself of such things, and quickly turned to face your laptop, not bothering to sit down as you just bent over to rest your elbow on the desk, crossing your ankles behind you and typing a few things out onto the screen before pushing the thing closed, giving it a little pat on the cover when it was done. You didn't have a reason for doing that, but you did it with most things anyway. You didn't recognize, once again, Venable presence in the room until she cleared her throat and you stood up quickly, spinning around to face her and absently pulling at your skirt, which you hadn't realized had hitched up a bit when you bent down. That was when you noticed the slight flush over Venable's neck, and how she was very much avoiding eye contact with you.

Clearing her throat again, she muttered "I apologize. I just came back to ask if you'd gotten those emails I asked you to send done as well, as that was my original purpose of coming here." You repeated her action before speaking, the atmosphere suddenly very tense; "O-Oh. Yes, yes I did most of them. I have one left that I was going to finish when I got back from the boys." Venable nodded, motioning vaguely with her hand for you to go on, and you did, slowly making your way towards her. As you were about to pass her, a quiet "Thank you" on your tongue, your wrist was grabbed, and you looked back to the woman in purple, a shock being sent up your arm at her touch. She had a curious look on her face, one that you couldn't really read, and she whispered "Perhaps you should wear longer skirts. We wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea, would we?" You swallowed roughly, throat suddenly very dry as you realized that it must have pushed up a bit further than you thought, and nodded quickly, also averting your eyes, looking anywhere but at the woman.

She finally let your wrist go with a hum, and allowed you to go past. Turning to face you after you'd made a few paces forward. She saw the flitting movements of your hands at your sides, and the way that you subconsciously pulled at the fabric of your skirt, tugging it a bit further down your legs. She hadn't meant to make you uncomfortable, of course, she was just surprised when she returned to your desk to find you bent over it, typing at your laptop. She also wasn't expecting to see the way that your skirt hitched up as your hips leaned against the thing, revealing a few more inches of thigh than Venable was used to seeing from you, and it made her breath catch and her throat go dry. She felt her face flush as multiple inappropriate thoughts and images flashed through her head. Most including you still bent over that desk, her hands on your skin, your voice a mess of whimpers and moans.

The woman was slowly becoming aware of just how you felt about her, and she was a bit ashamed to admit how it made her feel. You were the best assistant she'd ever had, for starters, and did your job almost perfectly. She'd never once had any reason to yell at or insult you, as she didn't have any grounds to do so on. You were well behaved, professional, and got your work done quickly, efficiently, and correctly. Venable was impressed, to say the least, and hoped that you weren't planning on leaving her anytime soon. And the image that she had just witnessed only a few minutes prior, even as she trekked through the building to return to her own office, still had yet to leave her, moments on loop like a broken record.

Meanwhile, you had just entered the last hallway to get to the large open space that Mutt and Jeff occupied, and a moment later you had arrived, and stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed as you observed the two. One was doing something with his computer, the other had his face buried in a pile of cocaine. Loudly, you announced your arrival with "You know that shit's terrible for you, right?" Mutt's head popped up from behind the white dust, one side of his nose dirty with the stuff. With a sigh, you hopped down the stairs, pulling out a small handkerchief from your shirt pocket, walking over to him and carefully wiping the skin clean. He smiled lopsidedly up at you and you smiled back, shaking your head and replacing the cloth in your pocket once again. "Thanks, babe. And yeah, that's the point." Mutt said, spinning around in his chair once, arms flaring to his sides with a large grin.

Again you shook your head playfully, crossing your arms again. Jeff finally looked up at you, a grin on his face as well, and you looked over to him. "Well well, he lives." you said, and he scoffed, standing up and moving to be in front of you. He patted your head, ruffling your hair a bit; "Hey!" you exclaimed, pulling back and giggling at his antics. "I was told you boys needed me for something?" "Yeah, we're tryna figure this out, and since you're the math wiz here we thought you could help." "Mhm." You nodded and gestured with your hand, saying "Alright, where is it then?" Jeff led you over to his computer, pointing out a few figures and numbers on the screen, explaining to you what they were trying to do. He showed you what the machine was doing currently, and you bent down again, eyes skimming over the many things onscreen.

You'd taken a few years of coding in high school, so you kinda knew what you were doing. So you placed your hands on the keyboard, quickly typing out some values, imputing them into the system and placing them in the correct order. "Yeah, you did this part wrong. See where you had this string here? You need it over here for what you're doing. Now try it." You said, standing back up after pressing enter, saving the changes. Jeff did so, pressing the button on the mechanical arm next to the computer, and sure enough, it moved correctly this time. Jeff laughed out loud, smacking you on the shoulder and calling Mutt over. The other boy did so, and grinned, letting out a "whoop!" You bit your lip to stop from laughing again at their behavior, but it was infectious and you ended up laughing anyway, leaning a hand on the desk as your head bowed.

The three of you made a few jokes in there at some point, one person saying something and the other two bursting into laughter again. Eventually it petered out, huge smiles still on your faces, and Jeff picked you up around the waist, spinning you around. You let out a peal of laughter again, smacking at his shoulders, saying "Jeff, stop it! Put me down!", barely being able to get the words out between giggles. Finally he put you down and you stumbled a bit, dizzy from the spinning. Again you had to balance yourself on the desk, catching your breath from all the laughing as Mutt came up behind you and poked at your side, which made you shriek and jump back. Your eyes went wide and you shot up straight, however, when two sharp strikes were made on the floor of the room. You knew exactly who made them, and you spun to face the entrance, Mutt's hand still on your waist. Your laughter died down at the serious expression on Venable's face, and all of your excitement dropped to the floor as your nerves flared up again.

You absently pulled at your skirt, remnants of your earlier interaction still fresh in your mind. Venable's eyes raked over the three of you, Jeff looking around, a bit nervous but still okay, Mutt slowly backing away as his hand dropped from your side. And you, right in the middle, standing rigid and frozen, hands clasping in front of you to avoid any further motion of your fingers. Venable's gaze seemed to be focused not on you, but on the boys, as she took a few slow, menacing steps forward, cane smacking against the hard floor. In a low voice, she said "And what, pray tell, is going on here? I was told you two needed to see Miss l/n for a work inquiry. This does not look to me like a 'work inquiry'." You swallowed, but before either Jeff or Mutt could respond, you took a small step forward, steeling yourself and internally praying that today wasn't the day you died.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Venable. I-It was my fault. The boys did ask me here for a problem, which I fixed, but we got a bit caught up in it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. It's not the boys fault, you should be upset with me." You said, doing your best to keep eye contact with the woman, who's gaze was as hard as ever. And again, she took another few steps forward, until she was directly in front of you. It was times like these that the height difference was made very obvious, as she used her left hand to pull your chin up. No one made a sound for a few charged seconds and you stared right into Venable's dark eyes. She was close enough that you could feel her soft breathing on your skin, and it made shivers pulse down your neck. Finally, the woman pulled back, pushing your chin away from her with a flick of her fingers.

She turned without a word and walked out, marching up the steps as the three of you watched her back, until she turned the corner and was out of your sight, at which time you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding, back slouching as you turned back to face the boys. You feel into a chair heavily, rubbing a hand over your eyes. "Love that woman, but holy fuck is she terrifying." You murmured under your breath. Jeff, who was closest to you, nodded in agreement, silently turning back to his computer to work some more on his codes. Mutt did the same, right after taking a nice sniff of some of that coke. You let out another heavy sigh and stood up. You then cleared your throat and said "Well I had better get back to work, before Ms. Venable comes back and actually murders us all. I'll see you boys later, and try not to OD on that stuff."

Mutt waved, as did Jeff, and with that you walked out of the room and headed back to your desk, praying that you wouldn't have to deal with Venable's wrath yet.

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