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๐ง๏น๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๏นโข๏นโ friends to kiss, friends donโt have sex, then what are we?
๐ง๏น๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๏นโข๏นโ onyankopon x black!fem!reader
๐ง๏น๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๏นโข๏นโ unrequited love, angst-ish
๐ง๏น๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๏นโข๏นโ 1k
๐ง๏น๐/๐ง๏นโข๏นโ just a lil sumn. Havenโt written in awhile so iโm giving yall this. not proofread.
"Been missing you, y'know." Ony rasped against your ear, after giving you a light kiss to the cheek. The two of you sat in his car, air condition blasting through the fans and you two sat quietly enjoying the music that played on the radio; not too loud but just enough to cover the silence that you two sat in. Eyes low and hooded as your head laid against the rest, high out of your mind, giggling at Ony trying to sing 'Pull Up' by Luh Kel. "I pull up to yo crib every time I miss you. " Ony mumbled, puffing out smoke from the blunt he had not too long passed you.
It had been two hours since he pulled up to your house, blowing the horn for you to come outside and spend some time with him. Of course, you couldn't resist. The blonde waves with a fade and a tooth grill on one of his canines, the olive-green hellcat charger with leather seats; not to mention your name in Italics on the passenger seat head rest.
His outfit was another story. Green hoodie with white t-shirt and all-black sweatpants and the green crocs that you had bought him for his birthday last year so that you two could have matching crocs.
You two weren't together as many speculated but you had been close friends for quite some time. The dynamic between the two of you was odd but neither of you said anything. Just as Connie said, 'Just going with the flow' and that's what you two had been doing all this time.
You liked whatever was going through but sometimes your mind wandered and you ended up wishing that the two of you had something going on.
Maybe it had the false realities you had made up in your mind about your relationship with him, but you knew that would never happen. You knew that he had his mind made up of not getting into any relationship from the time before. You remembered it like it was yesterday.
"You look so beautiful in this dress." Ony complimented, his thumb and index finger played with the hem of your dress. You sat on his lap with your hands around his neck, rubbing shapes onto his neck.
His brown eyes stared into yours, he was high off the love you gave him and loved every second of it while you searched from some sign or clue; wishing that some sort of emotion would appear in his eyes since he never spoke on how he felt.
"What do you think about relationships Y/n?" he asked, looking up to meet your gaze. You quirked an eyebrow before formulating the words to answer his question. โI love every aspect about them. Once you find that person you really cherish in your life, the person you think โYea, I want to spend the rest of my life withโ, I think thatโs when you know. Itโs just not about the thinking about them all day long or the cute little texts they send but itโs how they make you feel on the inside and no, Iโm not speaking about sex Onyโ you stated, pausing to squint at him when he heard the last part, you playfully rolled your eyes before continuing.
โYouโll know when the time is right. What about you?โ you pondered, tilting your head, waiting for his response. Lost in thoughts, Onyakapon rubbed his chin before he answered, shaking his head to confirm his thoughts. โNah, relationships arenโt my thing. Hasnโt been for awhile. Not since Iโve been around you.โ he grinned, making a joke out of something you cherished dearly, but you said nothing. You weren't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing in what he said but it did pull you back slightly.
You looked at him in confusion, head titling to a side. " What do you mean?" You weren't sure on how you felt on his statement so before you jumped to any conclusions you asked him to further explain his statement. "I don't do relationships Y/n. Too much stress and effort but whatever this is we got going on, I like it. No titles, nothing. Just two friends kissing and fooling around." he explained, rubbing circles onto your exposed thigh in hopes of calming whatever thoughts had come into your mind.
"Friends don't kiss and fool around Ony. Friends to buy other friends expensive clothing to wear to 5-star restaurants, to spend time with each other Ony. " You commented, slowly pulling away from hi embrace. He slightly rolled his eyes before answering, " But we do." You laid in his embrace a while longer before getting back into the passenger seat, pulling the seatbelt across your body. You hadn't said much after that as the ride went on, and Ony noticed this but kept quiet. When he made it back to your house, you were quick to get out of the car, but Ony stretched over and pulled the door shut. Before you could protest, he quickly summarized, "Are you upset about what I said earlier?'
Nodding, you heard him sigh. "I get you don't like relationships and what not but I'm not going to go on in a friendship just messing around with you and it gets nowhere. You know how I feel about them Ony. We know each other so why you can't just trust me, Trust me and we can get through this together." By the end of your small speech, you were practically begging Ony to try at having a relationship with you. But with the look on his face, you could already hear his answer. "This was pointless." you muttered before getting out of the car.
When you shut the door to your flat, you silently wished that Ony would come knocking at the door, begging you to open the door so that the two of you could talk and maybe try to work things out. Yet, your imagination can only go so far.
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the ultimate irony of kira being seen as the insane unhinged one on ds9 but really sheโs just expressive and mildly unhinged. meanwhile u have bashir violating hipaa for who knows how many times that week. dax literally gambling, having life endangering alien sex, sisko finding a loophole and driving starfleet back office insane in the membrane, odo and quark rping bugs bunny n yosemite sam, garak being fucking garak and oโbrien this close to dislocating his hips from crawling in the jefferies tubes again
oh yeah whilst worf is somewhere out there committing ritualistic fratricideย
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#๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. โ A highly selective RP blog for ๐๐๐๐๐
from Marioverse // Nintendo
affiliated with . @mariotime , @ghostbustingreen , @koopzilla
Money, It's a gas ! โธบ GRAB THAT CASH with both hands and
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Written by MT.BEAST ;; Has 15+ years of writing experience underneath belt // uses ' ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ' for post editing purposes. Interpretation(s) of Wario for this blog is inspired more so off of the ' WARIOLAND series ', while also being very much so ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ช๐จ๐ต๐ถ๐ต based; which goes hand in hand with PERSONAL LORE in which I have created for him.
Money, Get back ! โธบ I'M ALRIGHT Jack, just keep your hands
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@clawsextended said : โ you donโt have to be so gentle . โ shut up selina.
leather seat reclined, long, creamy legs straddling on either side of the cat as the velvety material of that red dress bunch up. there's no effort to undress, only impatient surgeon hands dipping beneath to caress , to lightly rake her nails along the soft flesh of her hips โ while the other hand wanders along the back of her neck before slender fingers thread between golden tresses, the pads of her digits pressing firmly against selina's scalp.
selina's words comes as a surprise to her. with everything she knows, pain is a painfully perplexing ordeal to unravel. pain brings pleasure but pain also brings more pain โ human beings are so fickle, so delicate, yet so reckless it confuses her. the image of her biting selina kyle the first night they touched lingered in a near troublesome way. the doctor was never nearly as feral as she had been that night. that intensity still scares her, makes her wonder if one day should she let go of that leash, snap the reins ... would she simply be too much?
she doesn't know. all she knows is how she loves the responses selina elicits when her teeth teasingly nip, graze, and playfully dig in. but then selina's words ring in her mind with urgency โ her breath hitching and all she can do is bite down, it's like bloodlust. it's purely carnal, it's purely selfish but there is nothing more gratifying than seeing the ways how galaxies bloom across the pallid skin of her neck, how the nebula hues distinctly contrast her pallor.
fingers wind tighter, coiling the warm golden curls around before she tugs hard enough to tilt her head back, leaving her more space to further vandalize, further mark her for the doctor's own selfish intents.
" hm ... "
satan hums, pulling back to obtain an objective distance. she's like an artist, admiring her canvas โ revelling in the ways how she mastered a technique, how well those delicate colours blend so well together.
" well, well, if only you could see how pretty you look right now, my love. "
an exaggerated rueful pout, emphasized by the slight furrow of her brows.
" if only. "
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ย ย ย The sea breeze pushed and tugged at Kaz's dark, tailored coat as he stood overlooking the docks, dark eyes sweeping over the ships that resided in the bay. He was seeking one in particular, anxiously awaiting its arrival โ Inej Ghafa would be on it, temporarily returning from her voyage of which he'd heard plenty about. They hadn't seen each other for months and the furthest either of them had gotten with touching one another had been a heartfelt clasp of their bare hands, fingers entwined; puzzle pieces fitting together with ease as his thumb had sought out her pulse, beating steadily against her inner wrist. Alive, alive, alive.
ย ย ย It was what they'd done when he'd revealed the surprises he'd arranged for her and then again in the early morning before her departure. Of course on that day, he'd wanted to do more than hold her hand โ thoughts of his lips brushing against hers, or even just wrapping his arms around her, feeling hers wrapped around him in turn, the gentle squeeze of reassurance ... but that squeeze had been reserved for their clasped hands. Kaz had let her go, wishing he'd done more, said more, but ... this time, perhaps he could do both.
ย ย ย When he caught the first sight of The Wraith, Kaz felt his heart practically leap into his throat, giddy, nervous energy crackling through him like wildfire. He took a steadying breath ... then he made his way to the berth he'd had built especially for her, the sound of his cane thunking against the wood bellow his boots a comforting anchor. She'd told him roughly what day and time she would arrive in her last letter, but he hadn't written her back yet โ she wouldn't be expecting him to be standing here to greet her. Perhaps she would be hoping, though, and the mere idea of it sent Kaz's heart soaring. It was a strange sensation, one he instinctively felt the urge to scold himself for. Hopeful and lovesick, like a teenager.
ย ย ย Any concept of self consciousness completely evaporated as their eyes finally met, however โ Kaz saw the relief and joy in her smile, bright and vibrant ... and it was for him. It was a smile he thought he would die to earn again. His eyes warmed to the color of dark honeyed tea, a crooked smile blooming across his features without his meaning to and he briefly averted his gaze, the gesture almost shy โ if he weren't Kaz Brekker, of course. His hands felt painfully bare as he rested them atop his crows head cane, but ... he hoped Inej would see and understand the gesture.
โCaptain Ghafa,โ he greeted her as she approached, his rock salt rasp warm with pride for her, using the title she'd begun to earn. Kaz wanted her to feel validated, but he also hoped she could hear how proud he was of her, despite how much his heart ached for her when she was away. Desires flashed through his mind rapidly โ again, the thought of embracing her, a fleeting thought about what kissing her would feel like, telling her that he'd missed her ... but, he cleared his throat softy and instead, he said, โI considered organizing a welcoming party, but ... โ Kaz shrugged with an exaggerated sigh. โYou'll just have to settle for me instead. โ
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โฐยน ๐ฌarrd โฐยฒ ๐ชngel - dust ๐ชccount โฐยณ ๐ฎve ๐ชccount
โธบ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ . an indie, selective, canon - divergent portrayal of ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ from the animated series ; hazbin hotel. ๐ท๐ธ๐ถ๐ท๐ป๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ต๐ &&. 18+ ONLY. [ dead dove, do not eat ] low activity no association with v.ivziepop written by jack ( he / him )
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ && ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . lustrng and its portrayal of valentino is centered around heavy and disturbing themes present throughout the show. content warnings for : sexual themes, sexual assault, forced sex work, manipulation, abusive behaviors & abusive relationships. these themes are not romanticized in text. valentino is portrayed as a villain. i do not make efforts to humanize nor romanticize him or his actions.
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perv boyfriend!reiner
๐ผ๐ โ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ๐ก.
perv!reiner who jerks of toyour used panties, one hand holding them close to his nose whilst the other one fists his cock ever so slightly.
perv!reiner who lays in your shared bed, back archd as he holds the bed sheets tightly in his hand whilst he thrusts his hips against the pillow that you sleep on.
perv!reiner who you caught with one of your used panties in his mouth and a pink dildo you've never seen before inches deep in his ass. so caught up in chasing his high, he didn't realize you had been standing by the bedroom door watching him.
perv!reiner who freaks when seeing you and tries to hide but you step forward, pulling his hand away, telling him to continue. shredding your working clothes, leaving you just in your panty set, he had bought you a few weeks back.
"You wanna get raw dogged like a bitch in heat huh?" you whispered in his ear, as you pulled him back down onto the dildo, your hand gripping his nape, pulling him close to you. he wants to kiss you so bad, but you wouldn't let him.
"Look at you, mouth filled with my panty, muzzled and drooling like a dog , so pathetic."
perv!reiner who who could barely formulate a sentence, overestimated from you continuously shoving him onto the didlo and jerking him off. barely able to get a word out before he starts whining.
perv!reiner who smiles like a cockdrunk whore when he cums in your mouth and you squeeze his jaw open to spit it right back into his mouth.
perv!reiner who cums just by feeling your hands around his throat, your hips rocking against his as you sucked him in. he desparetely needed to touch you but he couldn't. poor thing has his hands tied against the bed post with a pink silky ribbon.
perv!reiner whose cheeks flush when the flash flickered in his eyes, his moans gotmuch louder and peverse as you recorded him. the sound of skin clapping mixed with his whines and muffled moans exited from Jean's speaker as he watched the video, his hand ocking against his hips as he laid in his bath tub.
"yea, that's right baby. you're doing so will for me. how about we give jean a little something, hm?"
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cringefail bhaalspawn starter call? cringefail bhaalspawn starter call!
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ค . RUBY CRUZ? nรฃo! รฉ apenasย WILLHELMINA HAZEL PARRISH, ela รฉ filha deย HADESย do chalรฉย 13ย e temย VINTE E CINCO. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programaรงรฃo que elu estรก noย NรVEL IIIย por estar no acampamento hรกย TREZE ANOS, sabia? e se lรก estiver certo,ย WILL/MINAย ย รฉ bastanteย Perspicazย mas tambรฉm dizem que ela รฉ Desafiadora. mas vocรช sabe como hefesto รฉ, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiรชncia.
Willhelmina Hazel Parrish, conhecida como Mina, nasceu em uma manhรฃ nublada em uma pequena cidade na costa leste. Sua mรฃe, uma mulher misteriosa com olhos profundos e cabelos escuros como a noite, morreu tragicamente quando Mina era apenas uma crianรงa pequena. A perda prematura deixou Mina รณrfรฃ, lanรงando-a em um mundo de tristeza e incerteza.
alinhamento; chaotic good.
signo; escorpiรฃo.
traรงos positivos; determinaรงรฃo resiliente, habilidade estratรฉgica, inteligรชncia mรญstica e empatia com os mortos.
traรงos negativos; sarcasmo afiado, reticรชncia e reserva, teimosia oculta como determinaรงรฃo, perfeccionismo implacรกvel, experiรชncias traumรกticas, propensรฃo a isolamento
Foi durante seu tempo em um desses orfanatos que Mina teve seu primeiro encontro com o mundo mรกgico. Um sรกtiro, disfarรงado como um cuidador, percebeu as sombras peculiares que pareciam danรงar em torno de Mina. Atraรญdo pela aura especial que ela emanava, o sรกtiro revelou a verdadeira natureza de Mina como uma semideusa, filha de Hades. A notรญcia de sua heranรงa divina foi inicialmente difรญcil de aceitar para Mina, mas a promessa de um lugar onde ela poderia pertencer e desenvolver seus poderes foi irresistรญvel. Juntamente com o sรกtiro, ela partiu em direรงรฃo ao Acampamento Meio-Sangue.
No acampamento, Mina encontrou um lar e uma nova famรญlia entre os semideuses. Seus poderes sobre as sombras se desenvolveram, tornando-se uma extensรฃo natural de sua personalidade melancรณlica. A engenhosidade que ela adquiriu durante seus anos difรญceis a destacou como uma lรญder entre seus companheiros, enquanto sua mordacidade desafiadora era sua defesa contra as memรณrias tristes que a assombravam. Ao enfrentar o desafio da Caixa de Pandora e a profecia que a envolvia, Mina encontrou-se mais uma vez diante de um destino imprevisรญvel. Sua jornada, marcada por tristeza, solidรฃo e encontros improvรกveis, moldou-a em uma semideusa resiliente e รบnica, pronta para enfrentar o que o futuro reservava.
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Lรญder da equipe azul de arco e flecha.
Will ocasionalmente experimenta visรตes e sonhos que parecem se desdobrar nas sombras do Submundo. Essas visรตes muitas vezes carregam mensagens ou prenรบncios, conectando-a sutilmente ao reino de seu pai, Hades.
Tem uma coleรงรฃo de cristais de obsidiana, que ela acredita conterem uma energia vinculada ao Submundo. Ela utiliza esses cristais em rituais e meditaรงรตes para fortalecer sua conexรฃo com o reino de seu pai.
Usa um anel especial dado por Hades, que tem a capacidade de criar uma nรฉvoa sombria ao seu redor. Essa nรฉvoa nรฃo apenas a protege de olhares curiosos, mas tambรฉm serve como um sinal de sua heranรงa divina.
Will tem a capacidade de atenuar o medo da morte em outros semideuses. Sua presenรงa tranquilizadora e compreensรฃo รบnica da vida apรณs a morte oferecem conforto ร queles que enfrentam a inevitabilidade da guerra e dos perigos no acampamento.
Como filha de Hades, Will desenvolveu a habilidade รบnica de se comunicar brevemente com almas sombrias que residem no Submundo. Ela usa essa habilidade para obter informaรงรตes valiosas ou orientaรงรฃo espiritual quando necessรกrio.
PODERES:ย Necromancia.
HABILIDADES:ย previsรฃo & vigor sobre-humano.ย
ARMA:ย A arma de Willhelmina Hazel Parrish รฉ uma foice sombria; A foice de Willhelmina Hazel Parrish รฉ uma arma singular, impregnada de uma aura sombria e imponente. Seu cabo รฉ feito de um material escuro e resistente, proporcionando uma empunhadura firme e confortรกvel para a semideusa. A lรขmina da foice รฉ forjada a partir de um metal desconhecido, emitindo um brilho fosco que parece absorver a luz ao seu redor. O design da lรขmina รฉ intrincado, com detalhes que evocam a estรฉtica do submundo. Marcas rรบnicas, quase imperceptรญveis, adornam a superfรญcie, sugerindo uma conexรฃo mรญstica com os domรญnios de Hades. A borda da foice รฉ afiada como a lรขmina de uma guilhotina, capaz de cortar com precisรฃo e eficรกcia. A foice de Willhelmina nรฃo รฉ apenas uma arma fรญsica; ela carrega consigo uma essรชncia sombria que parece reagir ร s emoรงรตes e intenรงรตes da semideusa. Em momentos de intensidade emocional, a lรขmina pode pulsar com uma energia enigmรกtica, refletindo o estado de sua portadora e aumentando sua potรชncia durante o combate. Alรฉm disso, a foice รฉ hรกbil em canalizar e manipular sombras, proporcionando a Willhelmina habilidades รบnicas durante as batalhas. Seu uso habilidoso da arma nรฃo apenas a torna uma oponente formidรกvel, mas tambรฉm adiciona um toque enigmรกtico e imprevisรญvel ao seu estilo de combate.
BENรรO:ย Aura Curativa: ( Uma bรชnรงรฃo divina dotou Willhelmina com uma aura curativa. Sua presenรงa irradia uma energia que acalma ferimentos fรญsicos e emocionais, proporcionando alรญvio aos que estรฃo prรณximos. Essa capacidade a torna uma fonte de conforto e cura, fortalecendo os laรงos entre ela e seus companheiros ).
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@clawsextended said : The cat peeks down from the rafters where sheโs settled, mask affixed, casual. โyouโre home late.โ sheโs stopping by. just to check in.
" you're one to talk. "
head lifts, she peers at the direction of the voice and offers the cat a meek smile. the doctor's fatigued after inadvertently staying an extra eight hours at work โ how could've she left early? there was a baby in her arms.
shuffling through the contents of her purse, the tell-tale jingling of her keys bring her gaze to her own lock. a turn, a click she pushes the door open.
" y'know, you don't have to wait out here. " she sighs, she steps inside. " come in โ i could use the company. "
unprompted / always accepting
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@cantuscorvi: Just find a newer, better god to be devoted to, clesrly, pshh
" there's no such thing. they all suck... "
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[ ๐ฐ . . . ] Introducing the original character Harvey Doe, a name yet to grace the radar of law enforcement in connection with the string of floral killings. This original character embodies the chilling persona of a serial killer, targeting abusers with a methodical precision. Inspired by of "How I'd Kill" by Cowboy Malfoy, Harvey's narrative unfolds as a dark symphony of vengeance and justice. This blog is highly triggering & USFW. curate your space accordingly.
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Plotted starter for @mvndrvke | โข INEJ.
ย ย Kaz hadnโt known what to expect when Inej came back โ theyโd established the desire for something more between them, but at the time, he hadnโt been ready to take that step. Sheโd known it and so had he. Now, however โฆ while Kaz was far from fully healed, nor did he think he ever would be, he felt better. Bringing Pekka Rollins to his knees, having him locked away in hellgate hadnโt fixed everything, but it had helped. He thought he could manage at least giving the fragile thing between them a try, if Inej wanted to. Given their last conversation, there was a part of him that expected her to say no โ which, of course, he wouldโve respected. Standing before her, his gloves far from his reach, his coat and hat hung up by the door, Inej had given him permission to try.
ย ย ย He swallowed thickly, his heart racing and, like before, Kaz offered her the faintest nod. Gradually, he moved in close to her, tracking every slight breath, every fluctuation in her expression with an intensity heโd never allowed himself to indulge before now. He reached out โ but hesitated, watching her. How did he word what he wanted to ask? ย Kaz settled for a slightly clumsy โCan I โฆ? โ Only when he heard Inejโs voice, wavering and thready like his own, nervous, but wanting โฆ yes, did he slowly take the last step closer, reaching to curl his arms around her waist, his bare hands resting against her clothed back. Kaz exhaled as if heโd been holding his breath, his eyes fluttering closed โ and he heard Inej do the same the moment they made contact. It made him feel โฆ a little better. He wasn't the only one struggling.
ย ย Kaz felt her hands slowly rest against his chest โ it was almost too much, but he slid his right hand away from her back, faintly trailing it along her arm โฆ and he took one of her hands in his. Revulsion and terror gripped him, but when his fingers found her pulse at the inside of her wrist, it helped. After a long moment of hesitation, allowing them both to get used to the sensation of contact, Kaz tiled his head forward and down slightly until his forehead gently rested against hers. He gave her hand a soft squeeze, as if for emphasis. โHeartbeat helps,โ he managed, his voice rough, but quiet and almost gentle between them. He opened his eyes and gazed at her, imploring. โTell me to let go and I will.โ
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Your heroes โ ๐๏ผ๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง , ๐ฅ๏ผ๐๐จ๐๐
๐ง๏นsynopsis ๏นโข๏นโ Should've left her in my care, this wouldn't have happened if you did. โ ๐๏ผ๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐ง๏นpairings ๏นโข๏นโ Yandere! Red Hood x blk!fem reader x Yandere! Nightwing
๐ง๏นcontent warning ๏นโข๏นโ dark content, drug usage, smut, dub-con, power play if you squint hard enough, impact play, spitting, choking, degradation
๐ง๏นauthor's notes ๏นโข๏นโ had this in my drafts for ages since i had been a bit skeptical about posting it but here it is.
๐ง๏นwc ๏นโข๏นโ 3.1k
โDโaww, look Jay. Sheโs drooling.โ Grayson concedes, his hips pushing further and further into while his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing both sides from time to time. Jason struggled against the ropes as he watched Grayson mercilessly pound into you. The whining and tiredness in your voice had caught Grayson mid-way; stopping you from reaching your climax. โIs the baby tired?โ he seethed, pulling you up by the neck to stop you from slumping over onto the bed.
Screeching in pain, the squinting of your eyes and the muffled sounds of your screams had been enough for Jason to wince. Everything was hurting and he knew that but there was nothing he could do. His limbs were like jello and his energy was gone; all because of some poison Grayson had thrown at him when he tried to stop Grayson from entering his apartment.ย
โBabe, you know the rules. You go to work, and you come straight back home, yโhear me?โ Jason muttered, giving you a light kiss on the lips before placing one on your forehead before putting the metal helmet on. You really wished he didnโt have to lead this type of life; you wanted him to settle down for a bit, so you begged. Every single time he bid you goodbye at 2 in the morning, you always had something to say about staying home with you.
Regardless of how you put it each time, his answer had been the same regardless. โGotta provide for you and fโme baby. Gotham needs to be at peace once in a while.โ The end part being a joke to cheer you up or in hopes of making you laugh but that never happened. Staying quiet seemed like the best option every single time after the very first time you brought it up.ย
To say it in the easiest way is best. Jason is paranoid; a bit too in over his head but his paranoia comes from years of battling against Batman and the fear of the Joker finding him once again and stripping him of everything, only this time, he feared it would be you with the aches of being hit with a crowbar.
After his resurrection, Jason bulked to say the least. His confidence hadnโt been there but he was stronger than before and he knew for a certainty that he would have a better chance at protecting you than before. Hiding away in the most grimy places in Gotham was his best alternative at this point.ย
After becoming Red Hood, many of the districts fell under him as he ranked up. Unfortunately, he had a run-in with the one and only Batman, and to say that it ended in the most gruesome way possible was an understatement. Oh, no one was injured gravely, but the feelings that had been pent up for years had come all undone.ย
โJason, Iโm sorry.โ It took three words for the young boy to fall to his knees in tears. After all that he had been through, he still cherished the man that left him to die. Oh what a pity. But alas, had it only been the Bruce and Grayson that had been in mourning? Dear God no. Had anyone think to check on Y/n, who had been Jasonโs best friend? Grayson sure did. He had to be the one to keep her going after she heard the news.
The pain, the torment, the nightmares day in and out. It was a lot for Y/n to keep on going but Grayson made it better. During that time of need, Grayson stayed by your side through everything. He was your shoulder to cry on, the one who made you laugh till your stomach aches. He was your everything and all in one when Jason couldnโt have been.ย
โYou know Iโll never leave you right?โย Grayson questioned, he peered down at you with a sullen look in his eyes, his fingers grazing the sides of your face.You fell asleep not too long ago, your head perched on a pillow with your head resting against Graysonโs arm. He knew that you wouldnโt have answered him, you had an extremely long day and with today being the 2 year anniversary of Jasonโs death casting your light down even further than it was.
Bruce hadnโt been around you much, guilt filled his heart whenever he saw you so he chose to stay away. Grayson on the other hand, he knew that you lost the one who truly understood you, who had been there through thick and thin. Although Jason meant everything to you, Grayson held a piece of your heart as a dear beloved friend.ย
To say that Grayson hadnโt felt a little bad that he was a bit glad that Jason had been gone was quite the understatement. He felt some sort of joy to see the way your eyes watered and your lips quivering before you had a full-blown breakdown. The heaving and small sniffles that came from you whilst Grayson soothed you made his heart do flips.
Now, Grayson was a sadist in any form or fashion but the way you looked, so vulnerable, so heartbroken, God did it do some things to him.ย Maybe it won't be a breakdown next time, maybe you'll be under him squirming and squealing as thrusts his dick into you. His plan was in place, all he needed was to wait for the right moment.
Silence filled the room as you looked straight ahead of you, shock written all over your face. You couldn't move, you dearly wish you could've in this moment but how could you when the one you thought was dead stood boldly in front of you, a metal bodice surrounding his form and a metal mask in hand. "Jason?" was the only thing that fell from your lips as you drank in the boy or well man that stood before you.
Red had always been his favorite color from young; you never forgot. His eyes seemed distant; his stance wasn't as before. Rigid and hollow, many walls built for the sake of his sanity and maybe yours but in this moment, all of that crumbled when he spoke. "I came back. I came back. . . . .for you." All the love that had been shared between the two of you came rushing in like a tidal wave, breaking whatever strong force that tried to pull it back.
Grayson laid on the floor, bruised and bleeding; his mouth pooling with the taste of metal and the sight of red on the pavement. He cursed heavily before pulling himself up, his head against the nearest wall as he held his abdomen in pain. "That stupid red mask." He found his way home, easing through the open window, maybe a bounce in his step to see you.
A burning sensation rang through his jaw but that didn't stop him from calling out to you. Yet, he was met with silence. Odd. Usually you would have your arms wrapped around his torso, completely unaware of the wounds he had until a wince fell from his lips making you completely aware of his wounds before apologizing. "Hey munchkin, this isn't the time to play hide and seek with me. I'm hurt and I need your company right now."
Yet no response, again. Maybe you were asleep. With his head, he peeked into the room, quietly surveying it before slipping in ever so quietly. "Baby, stop heading from m-." "She's not hiding from you, she's gone." Nightwing sneered, wincing as he turned to face the one with a metal helmet coated in red with white lenses stared back at his broken body.
His hand balled into a fist before speaking, blood pooling in his mouth. "Where did you take her? Where the hell did you take her Red Hood?" A deep rumble emitted from his throat, his eyes squinting as he stalked towards the bigger man. Yet he didn't make it far as the barrel of a gun found refuge between his eyes, the metal was cold and hard since Red Hood pressed it harder against the skull of Nightwing.
"You come after her, I put a bullet in between your eyes, Grayson." The name fell from Jason's lips with much hatred and malice but with the built in modulator it was hard for Nightwing to understand the emotions behind what he had said. With a pregnant pause, Red Hood gave Nightwing one last look before going out through the window. Nightwing grunted in anger and in pain but stood in his place for a couple of minutes. He'll get you back, one way or another.
"Sugar, you know I love you too much but I can't let you out. I'm sorry." Jason reasoned, it had been almost a year since he scooped you up from Grayson and you loved every bit of it but you felt caged. You couldn't leave the apartment, orders of Jason Todd. Sure, he had his reasons, but you wanted out. No, you needed to get out.
Seeing the same four walls day in and day out started to make you lose your mind and you couldn't afford to do that right now: not to Jason anyways. He had been through too much for you to act out and start whining over not being able to leave the house. Maybe it was for the best. Just like what Grayson used to say.
Grayson, Richard Grayson or well Dick as he wished you to call him. Boy was he some character. His worrisome state and his constant clinginess had been enough for you. You knew he meant well but sometimes you felt if there had been some sort of kick he was getting out of this.
You knew he meant well but sometimes you could feel something more sinister and darker, something he wasn't saying or well doing. Shaking your head from such perilous thoughts, you switched through channels trying to find some that would catch your attention.
A few hours later, you fell into sleepy state, your eyes shutting but blinking back to life to stay focused on the movie that had been playing. What did seem to catch your attention was the loud thunk that echoed from a room in the corridor. You sat up looking towards the hallway patiently waiting for Jason to appear.
Glancing over at the digital clock that showed 2:14 a.m. in bright red colors, it was around this time that Jason would normally get home but seeing that he didn't appear yet, you went to investigate. You peered into the training room, calling out to him. but you saw nothing, the only other room there had been the one both you and Jason slept in, so you headed there. You pushed open the door, a curious look upon your face when you saw that he hadn't been in there either, maybe something fell.
Now, you weren't one to be paranoid, but you felt goosebumps rise against your skin and the hairs on the back of your neck rising. You were being watched. At times like this, you wish Jason had trained you in some sort of hand-to-hand combat, something you could fight with, but he left you helpless, like a doll without blemishes, perched in a high place just to look pretty and keep up appearances. So caught up in the pretenses of the happy life you lived and the one you longed for, you weren't able to sense the light steps that followed behind you so in esseence, you were an easy target.
Yelping in pain, you grabbed the side of your head from the place where you had been hit and at the same time, you turned to see the culprit, but instead of meeting a face, your eyes met the hard plywood within the apartment; splotches of black covering your sight. Soon enough, you were out cold and left in the hands of the culprit.
A sheer gasp fell from your lips as some strong force from behind. Wrapping their dominant hand around your waist and one hand gripped against your mouth. You tried to scream and hit them at the same time but all failed when the perpetrator tightened their grip on your waist and squeezed the flesh of your jaw, nails and the fabric on their hands digging into your skin.
"C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that to poor little Grayson." Your eyes widen in fear when a voice you could never forget sounded from behind you, but you weren't so shaken by the fact that Grayson had been pounding you whilst you slept but the fact that Jason had been tied to a chair, eyes wide open and staring right at you.
Brusies of all shapes and colors decorated his skin, more so the black eye that was starting to form. It was only then that you realized he had been gagged with some sort of sheer material from what you could see.
Then you saw the watery look in his eyes, was it because of the bruises, maybe so. That had been your first guess since it couldn't possibly be that he was crying, was he? With the little energy you had left, you twisted and turned your arm to loosen the grip that had been around it before you snatched it away, reaching towards Jason with a soft wail leaving your lips as you tried to reach him.
Alas, but Grayson had been attentive. Although caught up in filling you up with his cum and making sure Jason knew you were his, he pulled back your wrist, a tighter grip than before, wrenching it back in the same position, not caring if he had hurt you in the moment.
"You pull away from me again and I will break both your arms, understand?" Fear enveloped your entire body, but you still nodded, not wanting to anger the man any further. Maybe it had been your body that made you fall into the deep end. Panting at the surge of pleasure that flew through you as Grayson thrusted against your hips; the slick fabric rubbing against your skin every time he moved. The grip on your hips maybe have been tight but it felt good, really good. You weren't the only one who felt good in this moment though, the sane yet needy body that had been ravishing you from behind felt the shift in your stance.
Your arch deepened and your moans and whines felt more eased than strained; you were finally started to like it and that made Grayson excited. Yet on the other hand, Jason was furious; fingers deeply caved into his palms, he wouldn't be surprised if they were bleeding and his teeth clashed to the point where his jaw started to hurt. He shook against the restraints, pulling and twisting to find some sort of release.
His teeth snapping into one of your soiled panties, which he only learned that it was when Grayson had pointed it out when you were still passed out. The sweat shined in the moon light, beads of it dripping from his eyebrow. He felt hot and squeamish, he needed to get out of these restraints. Groaning at the rope that restricted his wrists, the roughness from it, bruising his wrists. The discomfort from the tactical pants he wore; not only from the ropes that sat around his ankles but also from inside of them.
The pushing against the fabric, a bit too tight for his liking. God, he felt disgusted with himself, but the sight of you was so appealing, he needed more; needed to feel you, feel inside you. The deep hollowness within his stomach stated enough, it was detrimental but addicting.
He hated the way Grayson corrupted you, pushing you into unknown waters, hazy of all things around you. He wanted to keep you safe, away from the dangers of this world, safe and wrapped in his arms. He was pulled from his thoughts when Grayson started to mumble, murmuring words into your ear. Jason didn't even realize that you were awake; eyes wide and staring right at him.
Was it shock or fear? Normally, with his enhanced hearing, he would have been able to hear every word that Grayson whispered to you and maybe he would've been able to break out from the ropes if his advanced strength and agility was still there but whatever Grayson had in that syringe caused his energy to deplete and his limbs to feel gummy.
Back to present moment where Grayson had your back arched and head pushed down in the mattress, Jason watched as you wiggle and squirm but every time that you did, you received a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to whine in protest. Grayson had pulled out from his daze and looked towards Jason with a large smile, canines pointed and sharp, ready to strike and pierce.
He saw the mischievous glint in his eyes; that meant he was up to absolutely no good. "God Y/n, your blood smells divine. I don't understand why Jason hasn't sunken his teeth into you yet." As Grayson spoke, Jason's eyes widen in fear, head shaking vigorously, trying to signal to Grayson not to do it but by the smile etched on his face, he knew his attempts were futile.
Your screams were muffled by Grayson's hand as he sunk his teeth into your exposed neck, gripping your neck as he pulled it further to the side for more access. The man in restraints screamed, begged Grayson to stop but his screams were muffled by the now soaking wet fabric that invaded his mouth. His chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, eyes blown wide and bright in red as he heard your screams dying down and head lolling to the side, indicating that you had passed out from too much of your blood being taken.
"Oh no, poor baby all tuckered out." Grayson taunted, dropping your limp body back onto the bed as he pulled out of you; not caring enough to clean you up or wrap you in a soft cotton cloth. The older man got up from the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks before walking over to the chair that Jason had been tied to. With a pat on the shoulder, Grayson left Jason tied to the chair with nothing else but to stare at your unconscious body in the moonlight.
Tears cascading down his face not just from sadness of not being able to protect but from anger that the one person he trusted defiled the one person that kept him going. Once Jason was out of the ropes, he'd clean you and keep you warm but after his eyes were dead set on Richard 'Dick' Grayson and destroying everything he stood for. This meant war.
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