#Barbwire Kiss

[fruitypiestims]

Deadboy's 300 Follower Event Day 2 - Make a stimboard based off your favorite song/album

Night Club - Barbwire Kiss

I have SO many favorite songs its hard to pick lmao. I just picked a Night Club song at random because honestly they're all my favorites at the moment 💖

🌹 🌹 🌹 / 🌹 🌹 🌹 / 🌹 🌹 🌹

[bl00d-spiral]

[djohnhopper]

LOVING:

Night Club - "Barbwire Kiss" (Official Video)

[deactivatedquerty888]

[crowthis]

'they should have kissed through the barbedwire' Yeah. Yes

[annakarenina]

Director Paul Schrader on the ending of First Reformed (2017):

I don’t know what the ending is. It can be read in either one of two ways. One, that a miracle has occurred and his life is spared. The other is equally, in my sense, optimistic, which is that he drinks the Drano and he’s on all fours. He’s throwing up his stomach and God comes over to him, who has not talked to him for the whole movie, and says, “Reverend Toller, you wanna know what Heaven looks like? Here it it is. This is exactly what it looks like: It looks like one long kiss. And that’s the last thing he sees.”

[todorokies]

Hello! Are your applications still open? If not, then just ignore my post. Can I ask you something sweet with Megumi or Gojo, how would they take care of their s/o when she is not feeling well after a mission. Also do you write for Okkotsu Yuuta and Inumaki Toge?

taking care of their s/o after a mission

including: satoru gojo & megumi fushiguro (separate)

a/n: im so sorry it took a while for me to write this anon, but i hope i delivered to your liking <3 also i write for yuuta but not inumaki but he’s still my baby ^~^

☆ . . . satoru chooses to put you in his high regards. constantly emphasizing your abilities to whomever is within ear length or he’ll always find a way to steer a conversation to make it about you . . . you recently learned and honed a new technique? he will climb the tallest building in japan and announce it to the local citizens. there’s not a single doubt about your capability that lingers in his mind, however, when you come home with a limp, bruises that would take a miracle to heal, and the life drained from your face a harsh reality check slaps him across the face.

you don’t have the same durability as him and not completely invincible to attacks. the thought of you leaving for a mission and possibly not coming back made his throat tighten up like barbwire around the flesh.

he’d offer to run you a hot bath. once you accept, he’ll tenderly wash your hair and carefully massage your back, being mindful of the few knots that cover the corners of your body. kissing those exact spots after each movement of his fingers cascade your figure.

☆ . . . megumi has good intentions but his efforts come off as awkward. he has been in many positions in his life of having to take care of his loved ones, it comes as a second nature to him, however he struggles immensely with romantic vulnerability. 

you make a small appearance at his dorm to greet him after your mission. a pitiful smile plays on your lips as you lean most of your body on the edge of the door. your breathing is jagged while wincing every now and then with a hand resting on your lower abdomen. he immediately invites you, oddly keeping a distance —mainly to observe you— after listening to you retell the details of the mission he offers you painkillers, water, vitamins, and a change of clothes. (his clothes)

although you already visited shoko upon your arrival, he still insists on checking your wounds and bruises; cautiously peeling off the bandage to see if you got properly stitched up. with his callused fingers lightly threading against your fragile skin goosebumps arises met with a shiver going down your spine. the entire act is such an intimate sight to see.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3 requests are open send em in !

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hey Sweets, I love reading your CM Punk fics and was wondering if you could write one where the reader is laying with Punk asking about his scars and where he got them. No pressure at all, Love you♥

Constellations on skin

Pairing: CM Punk x Fem reader

Description: You truly see all of Punk's scars leading to a tender moment

It was a quiet evening in the apartment you and your boyfriend Punk shared as the two of you watched Memento while sharing chicken wings leading to you snuggled into his side looking at his tattoos before noticing a scar on his lower torso. "What happened here?" he looks to see your finger lightly run over the faded scar next to his pelvic bone before he told you that he had gotten it from barbwire wrapped against the corner post of the ring two years earlier in the start of his career in ECW, you had seen a few marks along his body in between all the tattoos but you just assumed that some were from wrestling which some were but there were others that he never talked about at all but he wanted to share everything with you leading to him standing in front of you with his hand lightly gripping your wrist and placing your hand over each scar as he explained how he got it while you slowly traced it with your finger tips in silence as no words needed to be said at all in the intimate moment. "They're like constellations of the stars...but more beautiful and clear" he felt his heart swell watching you caress his chest before kissing his shoulder pressing your lips against his palm when he holds the side of your face sharing a sweet kiss when he feels a scar behind your ear making him raise a brow before you show him the scar, "I had surgery when I was seventeen, they found an aneurysm in my brain and it burst" he felt his heart sink but flutter at once knowing just how strong and brave you were leading to him returning your actions of caresses along the scar and soft kisses almost turning to putty while holding each other tracing what you both called "Body constellations" always showing the other that no matter what they thought of the scar that it was always beautiful to the other and showed just how strong they really were.

[puppycheesecake]

Stupid me, I deserve to hurt like this But I need the pain of your barbwire kiss

[bebemoon]

look for the name: DANIAL

@tatteredskirt

undercover tweed barbwire print cargo trousers, a/w 1996

alexander mcqueen "joan of arc" printed sweater, a/w 1998 {//censored}

jean paul gaultier silver cross dangle ring

parfumerie particulière "type writer" extrait de parfum

rick owens "kiss" moto leather platform boot, a/w 2o2o {named for the band "kiss"}

[scourgeofgotham]

Canary and Jaybird

chapter three

Warnings: SMUT 18+

Graphic Sexual Content, Crying, Unresolved Trauma, Spitting, Degradation, Dom/Sub, Slapping, Praise! Kink, Begging, DD/LG, Breeding, Stockholm Syndrome, Reader has PTSD, Mentions of Rape

A/N: okay in AK when Jason reveals himself to Bruce, he's like “I'm hurt.” AHHHHH I'm drooling, I'm crying, I'm wet. his tone and how he talks makes me sopping wet.

It was Jason’s 16th birthday, 7 months since he was missing. It hurt her every day knowing that her Jaybird wasn't coming home. Why did he have to go after Joker alone? She was suited up as Batgirl standing on top of the Trigate bridge starting at the Asylum. This was the fifth time now.

She pondered, wondering if Jason could be locked up in Arkham. This was the night she decided to follow through and listen to her heart. She went around each wing silently, trying not to make noise. There was a wing being guarded by an Arkham officer, just as she was walking away she heard the doors open, walking out was the Joker.

Her heart started to ache, wanting her to go and check it out. There's probably nothing in there. It took her a solid 10 minutes trying to figure out how to get in there without alerting the officer. She found a vent in the very top and climbed up there and used her grapple hook to pull it off, once it was off she climbed down silently and dropped it on one of the exposed air vents. She climbed in and found an air vent opening. She looked around wondering what was in there and saw a figure tied to a chair. She surveillance the room to see if anyone else was in there and the only other person was Harley Quinn

Easy.

She dropped down behind Quinn trying to be quiet and crouched right behind her and knocked her out.

“It-It can't be you.” the voice called out.

It can't be.

She looked up at the body and saw a body wrapped in barbwire. She saw on the suit the Robin symbol. She stepped closer and saw her beloved. He was bruised, covered in blood with a horrendous ‘J’ on his cheek below his eye. “Jason.” she ran towards him wanting to kiss him. “Get. Away. From. Me.” Jason growled. “It's been months since I was captured and now you wanna rescue me?” he sounded so broken and afraid.

“Jay, I've been looking for you. I've been trying so hard to find you. Lemme get you out of here and I can help you.” she softly spoke. “Where is Bruce?” he hissed. “Does he even care?” She wanted to cry. “He's been looking too, I just thought maybe in Arkham and tonight I finally got past all the guards baby. Let me take you home.” She was the broken one, crying trying to stay calm. “I gotta get you out. The Joker is gonna come back soon and I gotta get you out.”

She tried to get the barbwire off of him but Harley started waking up, and she could hear the Joker coming back. “I'll be up in the air vent baby. I love you, I'm gonna get you out.” She kissed him, one last time. She got up to the air vent before the doors opened. The Joker walked up to Jason moving the barbwire off of him. “We’re gonna make a little video for Batman. Harley?” “I don't know what happened Mr. J! I was watching Birdbrain over there and I fell unconscious,” Harley confessed. “Do better Harley or I'm gonna replace you with Batsys pet.” The Joker hissed.

“Alright, Jason look into the camera for Daddy.”

“State your name.”

“My name is Jason Todd.”

“Who do you hate?”

“Batman”

“You know I never asked. What's the big secret? Who is the big bad bat?”

“His name. Tell me.”

“Of course sir, it's-”

She got a sign that he was still alive not too long ago. She saw millions of dollars being drained out of one of Bruce’s many bank accounts. One day after school she saw a Tenderheart bear, brand new with tags on it sitting on her bed. Alongside a copy of her favourite book Wuthering Heights. Inside a quote, “She burned too bright for this world.”

She immediately knew that only Jason would buy that for her.

“What do you say, Princess? You wanna thank Daddy for rescuing you from Bruce? So you can be Daddy’s little slave forever and never have to go outside again? I can bring you everything you want and need.”

Bruce?

“How do y-” “Jason was never good at keeping secrets princess.” he interrupted her. “Don’t stray away from what I asked. You wanna be Daddy’s Princess forever?”

She contemplated, knowing that Jason was probably killed. She saw him get shot and after, she still hoped he survived.

“What happened to Jason?” she asked, still wanting to know. “Okay, Nancy Drew, if you wanna ruin the moment, I'll tell you.” He spat. “Deathstroke killed him. There I said it. He's been dead for so long now that you need to stop hanging on and get over it.”

It felt like a knife was digging into her heart and twisting. “No...” her whole world shattered.

“I got a sign from him, He left me presents. I saw money being drained out of Bruce's accounts.” “Wrong. I got out every single piece of information from him before we tossed his body into the water. I got you your favourite book sweetheart. All of those love notes and flowers were from me. The money, however, Jason paid to not be killed. However, we got everything we wanted out of him.” He confessed. “Now, I've been waiting, and you don't have anyone to save you.” He hissed. He grabbed her face and let go grabbing her neck instead. “Be my rapeslut, there's nothing you can do to make me stop.” The distorted voice made it hard to hear how upset he was.

He's gone forever...

He positioned himself at her opening, “Daddy?” she said softly, causing him to stop and look at her. “Yes, Peanut?”

“Thank you for rescuing me, Daddy.” she sounded broken. “Can you kiss me?” she asked, putting her hands up to his helmet. “Let me blindfold you, Princess.” he got off of her finding something to blindfold her with. “Alright lift your head up.”

She lifted her head and saw he was wrapping a piece of cloth around her head. “Can you see me?” “No Daddy.” She lied she could see just a little bit but not clearly enough.

She heard the Knight push the button on his helmet and saw the shadow of it coming up. She giggled, “Please kiss me, Daddy.” “Of course Belle.” His voice, it was so smooth and silky. It sounded so raspy but sweet. She swear she heard his voice before. She felt his soft lips kiss hers, and she melted. She grabbed his head pulling him in by his helmet, and wouldn't him go, she kept kissing him. The two made out for what seemed like years. She was in heaven, his soft buttery lips against hers. She felt a tongue brush up against hers and moaned. She wanted him to never wear that stupid helmet around her again.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in. “Daddy.” she moaned. She pulled away “Can I please take off your mask? I wanna grab your hair. I promise I'll be good.” she begged. “I promise Daddy.”

“You want it off? Beg,” he commanded. “Please Daddy, I won't ever try to escape again. There's nothing out there for me, I don't wanna think anymore. I don't want to have to fight criminals anymore, I wanna be all yours and have you take care of me. I'll let you breed me, I'll be yours. I wanna stand alongside you and sleep in the same bed as you, I love you, Daddy. I don't even know what you look like, but you know me. You know how I wanna be touched, you know what I want to hear. Please, Daddy.” she begged, tears collecting in the blindfold.

He took off his mask, pleased at what she confessed. He tossed it on the bed next to them. He started kissing her neck leaving hickies scattered across her skin. She moaned and ran her hands up his neck feeling that he took it off. She tugged on his hair lightly, making him bite her shoulder. When she felt his teeth sink in, she gasped “More.” He took this as an invitation and moved her on her stomach, taking turns in between biting her, kissing her, and giving her hickeys. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled.

He decided he couldn't wait any longer and put his throbbing tip in her tight hole. He started sinking in, splitting her puffy swollen lips open. “Fuck” He gasped. “Daddy, it hurts.” she mumbled, “You can’t fit,” she whispered. “I'm gonna fit sweetheart, I'm gonna split you in two.” He thrusted, making her gasp. “Told you,” he mumbled. He was so big, and she hasn't had sex in years. “Fuck” she moaned, he grabbed her by her hair and lifted her against his body, and slapped her across her face. His voice was so smooth and commanding, she was drunk on his voice.

He held her against him with his arm across her throat, his other hand toying with her throbbing clit. “Look so good Belle, stuffed full,” he mumbled. She was mewling with enjoyment, he was so big, so dominant. “Love you, Daddy” she coos, her voice all of a sudden high-pitched. Her right hand holding his arm, and her left is holding his hand that's making circles with her puffy and swollen clit. She kept getting more aroused and started leaking out of her stuffed cunt. “Princess, you're making a mess.” he teased. She started whining. “I love those little sounds of yours” he gasped. She started giggling, “Daddy, feel so good.” she took her right arm and placed it behind her trying to touch him, she leaned back into him. “Kiss?” she coos. “Course,” he mumbled. Leaning into her to give her a kiss. “Change?” she said softly. “Mhmmm?” he hummed. “Want you differently” she whispered.

He left her weeping abused cunt, taking his arm off her neck and moving his arm away from her swollen clit. He shoves her on the bed making her gasp. He flips her over and lifts her legs on his shoulders shoving his throbbing member into her abused cunt. He placed his hands on her legs holding her legs up, she had her hands on his legs.

She gasped. “Daddy” Whining loudly. He pulled out, then slammed himself back in, over and over. He leaned over to her face, “Open” he commanded. She opened up her mouth and he spat in it. “Swallow baby.” She did as she was told giving a toothy, fucked out smile.

He found her secret spot making her dig her fingers into him, making him grin. “Feel good? Right here?” he teased, pushing his head against the exact spot, making her whine and squirm. He kept doing it over and over again making her pull her hand off of his leg and shoving it in her mouth to bite on to hold back her moans. She started screaming from the pleasure, thank god the blindfold is on or he would see her eyes barely being able to keep open.

He pulled her hand out and slapped her again, “Lemme hear those moans” he spat. “Don’t you dare keep those from me” he growled. He took his hand and started rubbing her swollen clit. She bit her lip wanting to keep them in. She couldn't contain it anymore once she felt like she was nearing her second orgasm. “Daddy?” she asked.

“Mhmm?”

“Cum?” she couldn't think of full sentences anymore.

“Almost Princess,” he could feel himself getting close.

“Fucked out of your mind?” he teased.

“Mhmm, thank you.” she coos.

Almost at her limit, her eyes rolling around in her head, drool coming out of her mouth a little bit. Just barely letting go of the Knight’s legs. He is almost at his limit as well, panting and groaning from her tight walls spasming. “Cum together?” She mumbled.

“Yeah, Belle.”

A minute later he reached his climax, “Okay Princess you can cum.” He said letting her tip him over the edge. He filled her walls with his cum, making sure her cunt gets every drop. “Thank you.” she coos. He pulled out of her watching as some of their fluids pour out, taking his fingers and pushing their cum back in. “Filled you up,” he said. “Have baby soon?” she whined, still cockdrunk. He chuckled. “So fucked out.” He laughed, moving up to kiss his little girl once more before the helmet went back on.

“Love you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” her soft high pitched voice confessed.

“Love you too, Belle.”

She finally accepted her fate.

[silas-222]

Everytime— Softwilly x fem!reader

Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

A girl with relatively short hair sat in a restaurant, a solum look on her face. Her black floor length dress decored with white pearls, the waiter coming back to her table. "Ma'am I'm afraid you're going to have to give up your table." The teenager sympathized with the older woman. Y/n nodded and placed a twenty on the table before grabbing her purse and leaving the restaurant.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control (Yuh)

They keep telling me to let go

She got into her '55 Chrysler Windsor and drove to the shared apartment, where her boyfriend laid on the couch after 'working' for hours. His barbwire and inner forearm tattoo visible due to him wearing a muscle shirt and gym shorts. 

 She slammed the door close as he jumped and looked at her, an 'oh shit' expression covering his face as she immediately started asking him questions. 

"Nick what the fuck!? Where were you?!" She asked him as he got up from the couch. "I was here! You didn't tell me we had a date!" 

"YES I DID!"

"NO YOU FUCKING DIDNT!"

They went back and forth until she finally grabbed him by his shirt and tossed him out of the apartment. "LEAVE!" She cried as he scrambled to get up from the floor, almost making it before she slammed the door in his face. 

But I don't really let go when I say so (Yuh, yuh)

I keep giving people blank stares (Yeah)

I'm so different when you're not there (Yuh) 

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Because I'm really not here when you're not there

"Y/n get your ass up! Come on, we have to get you to do something." Her friend tried to convince her. The girl had red curly hair, her dark skin tone complimenting the black leather dress she was wearing. 

She rolled her eyes at her friend, "what's so different about Nick that you'll stay inside?" She asked only to get no response, "...whatever. I'm done." She said before walking out of the girl's apartment. 

I've tried to fight our energy

But everytime I think I'm free (Yeah)

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing as her phone went off. Grabbing it she looked at the message from Nick. 

'New message from Nicky🤍'

Nicky🤍 

Baby I'm sorry, please forgive me..

I, in no way at all, intentionally ever wanted to make you feel that way. Seriously when I don't text you you're always the only thing on my mind. I love you so much. And I never want you to think that I'm ignoring you. Because I never do. I love talking to you. You're the only person that I love talking to. And I never want to lose you. And beside the arguing, I've never had a person treat me so good like you do and someone that respects me like you do. And I don't want to lose that. I can't lose that. Because if I ever lost you idk if I'd ever be able to be with anyone else. Because no matter what you think of yourself, you're perfect to me. Everything about you is perfect. I absolutely love everything about you.And I still can't get over the fact that I have you. I love you.

(Read 11:50 pm)

Typing...

Come over. 

Please..

Nicky🤍

Be there in fifteen. 🤍 

🤍

(Read 11:51 pm) 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick showed up to her apartment and knocked, the smell of weed still strong on him. Y/n opened the door, taking in his appearance, she's not dumb to the smell of weed. But when he pulled out the bouquet of  sunflowers, lilies and roses, a large smile grew on her face. 

"Hi baby." He smiled as she hugged him tightly. He picked her up and closed the door to the apartment, she kissed him softly. He walked over to the room, laying her down on the bed gently and slowly moving the kiss down to her neck. Soft moans coming out of her mouth as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and took it off. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick could taste the alcohol in her mouth, not that he minded. He liked the fact that she drank, she was a funny and emotional drunk when they were together. Now he's not so sure what type of drunk she is. 

Y/n took off his shirt and looked at him before kissing him again, this time more rough than the last. His hands on her waist while her's were on his shoulders. Both of their bodies pushed against each other. Nick pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her as she smiled back, a confirmation for what was going to happen. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

Y/n stood in a room with a projector lighting up the room, it was displaying pictures and videos of Nick and her either arguing or actually being a happy couple. She started singing and dancing towards the camera as the music continued. 

The room was in a pink light, the singer wearing a black body suit along with baggy pants and a baggy zip up jacket. 

Just when I get on a new wave (Yuh)

Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace

They keep calling me a head-case

'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

Nick stood behind of y/n in that same room she was in, the two dancing as she laughed while he wore a bright smile. He pulled her close and kissed her softly. 

The color of the room was now a light purple, the two wearing matching clothes. Nick wearing a black muscle tank, black shorts with white lining, a black hat along with some white shoes. Y/n wearing a black bra, booty shorts lined with white lining, and a 'black panda' dunks. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as they smiled at each other. Y/n singing to Nick, "I've tried to fight our energy but everytime I think I'm free.." Nick mouthing a small 'yeah' as the music continued. 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you? (Back to you, baby)

The video switched to the 'couple' fighting again as they shoved each other. Y/n was crying as Nick shouted at her. 

"God why are you so fucking clingy!?" 

"I'm clingy because I know WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!" Her voice raised near the end of her sentence as she sized him up. 

Puffing his chest and glaring down at her before shaking his head and shoving her onto the couch. "I'm done with your psycho ass." He grumbled only for y/n to stand on the couch and push him. "Fuck you mean you're done?!" She yelled as he turned to her. 

"I mean I'm fucking done y/n IM DONE WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU." He said before walking out of the apartment. 

The door slammed as y/n growled and threw a picture at the door then broke down on the couch. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Y/n sat on her couch, letting Nick have their old apartment as she now had a significantly bigger one. She was watching tv in a black lingerie set, her phone going off with the name 'Nick🤍'  causing her to look at it. She sighed softly and opened his messages. 

Nick🤍

Y/n 

Baby

Take me back. 

I fucked up. 

My friends say I'm boring and all I do is cry over you, let me come backZ 

 I'll be better for you. 

y/n 🩷

You've said that a lot. 

I used to believe that. 

Nick we need to stop this, going back and forth. 

You need to be happier and I'm not the cause for that.

Nick🤍

Fine. You're a bitch anyways. 

🖕🏻

😪 

y/n🩷

Okay Nick.

Read 2:40 AM

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (Back to you)

A couple years later

Nick sat at a bar for some social event with the rest of the groupchat. They were all off doing their own stuff, he drank a small white claw and watched as Issac and Yumi danced in a ridiculous manner. 

Eventually he noticed a girl sitting at a table with longer hair. It might've been the alcohol talking but he could've sworn it was y/n. 

She looked good, healthier actually. Her hair was longer yet nicely put in a messy bun, a nose piercing, long nails, her face looked fuller, lips a bit more thicker, just overall healthy. 

The guilt filled him up as she walked over, not noticing him yet. She ordered a vodka tonic and smiled sweetly at the female bartender. Looking around and eyes landing on Nick. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

The two had started talking about three hours ago, they left the bar around hour one. Y/n had been talking about her growth in singing and modeling while Nick spoke of his growth with streaming and videos. 

The two were at a in-n-out, standing out greatly due to the pair wearing obvious clubbing outfits. Also their loud laughs that boomed over the other people in the restaurant.  

Letting out a small sigh Nick looked at y/n. "I like this..." he admitted. She looked at him confused before he explained further. "Us being this comfortable. Not to be rude but when's the last time me and you actually had a decent conversation like this?"

A awkward quiet covered the two "we'll at least you can still make a conversation awkward." She joked and took a sip out of her milkshake. 

She stood up and laid a twenty on the table, "well here to pay you back." She grabbed her purse and handed him back his jacket. 

Nick watched as she left, quickly following behind her "y/n!" He said before stopping her and kissing her softly.

Her hand raised to slap him before melting into the kiss, hand falling on his shoulder with the other one limply pulling him closer.

They pulled away and chuckled softly, both eyes closed still until they kissed again. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

[dusty-pistol]

Cw: Drawn blood under cut

"Stupid me; I deserve to hurt like this."

[saintofdaggers]

been tagged to do this by @ereb1d and @gurokatt. thank you both <3

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

y'all are not ready for the stylistic mayhem that is my on repeat playlist, but!

Mechanical Moth - Black Queen Style

Qntal - Flamma

Night Club - Barbwire Kiss

Far - Pony

Genitorturers - Asphyxiate

Tommee Profitt ft. Fleurie - Welcome to the Jungle

Adele - Skyfall (???? I only listened to this a few times for my Hoffstrahm spy fic. with all due respect ma'am what are you doing here)

Bellstop - Trouble

Otep - Seduce & Destroy

VTSS, Boys Noize - Steady Pace

let's see... @sawtrapz @sibelin @adrianicsea @motifcollector @rarilee33 @iinsawdious @angel-trapped @imperaptorfuriosa @coppercope @sainthiraeth (no pressure, but I'd love to see your songs <3)

[fckedupnerd]

Felix Fickelgruber x Arthur Slugworth angst!dark! playlist under cut 💚💙🎶

Playlist as a whole:

[oceannacaldin]

Barbwire in his throat (bonus VP scene)

This scene had too much new themes for a closing sequence, but I still like it so... Here's a little bonus from Barbwire in his throat.

“Hypothetically,” Vegas says a week after that last fight, “how would you feel about a gap year or something?”

Pete stops rummaging his part of the wardrobe, and turns. Why does Vegas start complicated conversations at the strangest time? He’s half naked and now, finding a shirt is secondary.

“What do you mean?”

“We could go with Macau,” Vegas says. “A holiday of sorts.”

“For ten months,” Pete says with the kind of horror that is reserved for Vegas’s rich boy logic before he can even consider the logistics. “I… Vegas, I can’t leave grandma for so long.”

“We’d take breaks from it,” Vegas says easily, like he already anticipated that particular hurdle. “We could even invite her for a trip.”

He is already getting up and walking toward Pete, gaze intent.

“The family…”

“What can they do? I’m not the heir anymore. They chose Porsche. We’re just helping out of the goodness of our hearts.”

Vegas is smiling, and it feels like spite. Pete is pretty sure he’ll have something to say about that when Vegas won’t crowd him against the wood, but for the moment his mind is lagging behind.

“It’s time to tug on the leash they have around our neck a little. They own the rest of our lives, they can give us a few months back.”

It is hard to concentrate properly when Vegas starts kissing his neck.

“Come on,” says Vegas in his ear, low and pressing.

Pete closes his eyes with the sharp sensation of a bite on his neck. Fuck it, he thinks hazily for a moment. He did resign to be with Vegas, but…

“Does – does Macau know?”

Everything stops and Pete could curse himself for being so reasonable, except that Vegas is just stepping back, looking smug.

“I wanted you to agree first.”

Pete groans and sags against the wood until Vegas’s hand is on his neck, preventing him from hiding. Victory should not suit him so much, and Pete feels mulish. He should not win so easily.

“And that’s the way you go about it? Asshole.”

Vegas smiles, a little meaner.

“You like it when I convince you to break free,” he says. “And I owe you a real holiday, don’t I?”

Suddenly, that moment is not as fun, with the memory of the phone on his ear, the concrete at his back and Vegas pressing against him, drinking his pain in and relishing in it. The utter despair of Kinn agreeing with Vegas’s plot so quickly it’s clear he didn’t stop and think about Pete. He breathes and feels the hand against his throat, and Vegas is looking at him sharply, the way he always does when he can’t help but probe around that time, like it’ll do something else than awake old pains. And Pete feels naked and defenseless, but he meets his eyes.

“You owe me,” he agrees.