#feels prompts ; ic answers.

[coldjustness-archive]

TAG DROP 001.

[ ooc. ] one. one thousand. two. one thousand. three. and now my patience is up.

[ ic. ] chase the right bastard through the wrong ritual it'll knock you right out. of course. you might wake up with a new accessory.

[ answered: ooc. ] it is better to ask a question than to sit on your hands and let it fester.

[ answered: ic. ] most papers don't say much but read between the lines you pickup a thing or two.

[ psa. ] hear ye! hear ye! use that thing on the inside of your head or be doomed!

[ saved. ] i'm like a dragon with the things I like. I'll horde them forever.

[ prompts / memes. ] im not picky. i got a cup and it does the job. that's all I ask.

[ reflections ] I'm fighting rook. sometimes it feels like the city itself stabs me in the back.

[ introspection ] its not what keeps me up at night. its not the quiet. I never could sleep once work gets in my head.

[ crack. ] sing your praises and you still want something! I'll find you a treat if you don't tell davrin. have we got a deal?

[ salt. ] that's the worst-case scenario. but all too often; the most pessimistic speculation turns out to be the closest to the truth.

[ birthday. ] it's my hatch day! Im allowed to be happy and irresponsible.

[ self promotion. ] apparently I could something clever here but I am too lazy for that.

[ promotion. ] I like this blog. I think it's neat. it deserve attention. everyone! look here!

[dreamdrove]

kind regards,

sir crocodile

an abrasive snort disrupts the steady billowing of chase's cigar smoke as he scans the innocent appearing paper with an already crinkled brow, the stamp's very particular shape & color a dead give away of who exactly had filled out this template. whatever game crocodile was actually playing, because nothing was as it seemed with that man, chase refused to be an active part of it.

the aptly named white-hunter respected himself too much, to willingly subject himself to the whims of a criminal, especially after all the former warlord pulled in alabasta. & just the brief remembrance of the whole fiasco wrought forth a familiar, but always unwelcomed, flare to his temple. you knew your day was shit when your headaches began to stack like flapjacks.

smoker also didn't believe for goddamn second that the shitty reptile truly found the marine attractive in any way other than objectifying lust, or as a potential pawn in future sinister machinations.

the callous, though not unwarranted, urge to toss the offending material pinched between gloved fingers into the trash briefly crosses the vice admiral's mind before he realizes how risky that could be on his part. no, he needed to discreetly dispose of it, lest someone accidentally stumbles up on it.

smoker tucks it into one of his inner coat pockets with a grunt, leaning back heavily in his chair, red-russet eyes slipping closed in utter exhaustion as his aching back thanks him for the change in position with a dull crack.

kind regards his ass.

[flockrest]

eavesdropping, are we? / accepting / @gloryseized ( Link )

     "Where did you hear this from."

     The fledgling stills, blinking in unabashed nonplus, as though he had thrown out a complete non sequitur and not a perfectly reasonable question. The implications seem to seize Tulin by the wing a moment later, though; he suddenly ducks his head down, shying away from the boundary he's crossed with twiddling wingtips and averted eyes. Even so, he treads on its edges. "From you, Master Revali."

     From him. Cheeky. He's never breathed a word of those thoughts, adjacent or otherwise, to anyone or anything that would be alive enough to actively divulge them. Tulin wouldn't have any way of knowing about the knight he asks after, if not for the journal that had been returned to Revali in his first few days of roost-ridden recuperation — safekept in his absence, he surmises, by Teba. The boy's father.

     ...It shouldn't rankle him this much. A century of presumed death and a fledgling too curious for his own good — or Revali's. All but confirmed when Tulin blurts, seemingly spurred by his silence, "Sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't— I didn't know you'd still be here."

     He chuffs, not quite laughing nor scoffing. His feathers are no less ruffled for it, but therein lies the crux of everything. Nobody, really, was expecting their Champions to "be here". To come back. Perhaps this was only to be expected.

     Revali doesn't owe anyone his honesty. He hadn't back then — and certainly doesn't now, when he still finds, at times, the beginnings of far bygone names forming on his tongue or strange waves of wistfulness for an existence better left behind washing over him.

     "It wasn't difficult to dislike him," he allows, after a long stretch of folding everything back into himself.

     Tulin perks up, Windlines beneath his wings once more.

     "Speaking with him was often more trouble than it was worth."

     The fledgling nods sagely. He says, with the air of someone simply repeating something he hasn't quite digested yet, "'It's like talking to a stone.'"

     Revali smothers the sound swelling in his chest before it can pass his throat. Yes, he'd written something to that effect, hadn't he? That Tulin would recall such a line, supposedly verbatim — made all the better by the fact he hasn't made the connection yet, between this knight he naively slights and the one he's enthused at length over.

     And why would he? Or any Rito, for that matter. The blasted aches in his wings flare as his thoughts stray towards them, reminding him: a century has passed for all of them. Link, from what he's garnered in the Hylian's recent visits, is no longer even a knight. With the way he fits so perfectly into a space he’s either carved for himself or the others have made for him here, sometime in his journey before defeating Calamity Ganon…to the flock — to this flock — he is no more nor less than just Link. Champion descendant, apparently ( and isn’t that ludicrous in an entirely different sense ), but that's about the furthest they dare to reach. Sometimes, Revali wants to guide those wings to the truth.

     ( Sometimes, he wants to break this rhythm Link has created with his people, if only to have someone flounder for fragments with him. )

     "He was much like Link," Revali says, head turning away and tipping back to gaze at the skies, at nothing and everything.

     He doesn't have to see him to know that Tulin's leaned in with widened eyes, his own head tilted to the side. "Like Link? Really?"

     He doesn't repeat himself. The fledgling — as his equally tiny peers seem to like doing — always makes something of his silence, anyway.

     "Link’s lots better though, right? Master Revali?"

     He does laugh, then: a brief huff of something that might be amused. "Well, he's not any worse."

[patientlyloves]

i like taking care of you . i’d be happy to do it for the rest of our lives .

          in  a  way,  he was  reminded  of  how  cared  for  and  looked  after  he’d  been  as  a  child—well,  before  his  parents  got  busy  and  stressed  out  and  had  little  time  for  him  anymore.  he  wasn’t  mad  at  them,  not  really…  but  their  busyness  left  him  to  his  own  devices  and  he’d  gotten  used  to  that.

          so  when  henry  insisted  upon  staying  home  that  day  to  tend  to  him,  alex’s  first  reaction  was  to  stubbornly  deny  his  help.  ‘what  about  the  kids ?  won’t  they  need  your  help ?’  ‘you  sure  you  won’t  miss  out  on  any  business  things ?’  ‘don’t  you  think  i’ll  drive  you  crazy  if  you  stay ?’  all  questions  which  henry  had  brushed  off.

          “ you  don’t  have  to  stay  here,  taking  care  of  me,  y’know, ”  alex  had  insisted,  looking  rather  worse  for  wear.  “ i  can  take  care  of  myself  while  you’re  gone. ”  he’d  taken  care  of  himself  for  years,  after  all.

          “i  like  taking  care  of  you.  i’d  be  happy  to  do  it  for  the  rest  of  our  lives.”

          alex  shoved  down  the  wave  of  emotion  that  hit  him  at  hearing  henry’s  words.  he’d  always  been  more  sensitive  while  being  under  the  weather…  if  the  glossiness  of  his  eyes  got  commented  on,  he’d  just  point  out  that  he was  sick  and  nothing  else.  not  that  henry  would  buy  that  as  the  only  reason,  but  still.

          his  eyes  shifted  away  from  henry’s  as  he  tried  to  formulate  an  educated  response,  but  all  he  could  muster  up  was,  “ okay… ”  a  pause  followed  after,  before  he  softly  questioned,  “ you  really  mean  that…? ”

[hedgehoghavoc]

Hi, I'm Missile (25 y/o and EST based). You may know me from such RP blogs as @scumbag-the-hedgehog, where I write a canon divergent iteration of Sonic's evil double, Scourge.

You can find all the relevant tags on this post for your navigational purposes. Looking forward to roleplaying with you!

[detonizing]

@roguesenses asked:

[  WARMTH  ]  *  your muse moves snuggles up to my muse for warmth.

The 'meeting' was a farce to begin with. Someone had brought up how they should go over the plan one last time, as if they haven't drilled it into each other's heads a million times already. As if they haven't been preparing for this war since the moment the first one ended. No, they didn't need another recap of the plans, but here they all sat anyways, with just a flimsy excuse to gather and linger as a class, despite how all of them should be getting proper rest instead.

And Katsuki was no different. Having seen through the ruse from the start, but still sitting his ass down on the couch with the rest of the idiots. Knowing the clock was ticking well into the night, and most of the talking had long since ended, but still scrolling mindlessly on his phone as if he was doing anything of importance that warranted his continued presence in the common room. There was truly no reason for him to still be down here with the rest of the bunch.

( if he was honest. there was just one reason he continued to dawdle anyways, despite how he usually despises wasting time. if he was honest, he'd admit how he wasn't even sure what was on his phone, too preoccupied with watching deku slowly nod off more and more. ) The nerd was clearly exhausted, but didn't want to head up to his room despite half the class having tried to convince him. Stubborn asshole.

He was seconds away from deciding to just drag the nerd up the stairs himself, when he felt Deku shift, sliding until he was stopped by Katsuki's own shoulder. His first instinct was to blow up, as he was so prone to do, but it was quickly suppressed with just a glance at how tired Deku looked. So, he simply shifted till he could better support Izuku's weight, knowing just how ridiculous it was how unbothered he truly was by this. He set his phone down, giving up on all pretense that he was doing anything besides just being there for Izuku. ( it was a pretense that everyone saw through anyways. the looks his classmates has been giving him since he first woke from the hospital had only increased since they succeeded in bringing deku back. ) He ignored them, as he always did. No longer in denial, and long since past trying to pretend what was obvious to everyone except the idiot leaning on his shoulder, but also knowing full well such a thing was trivial in the face of all that they had going on. It was hardly a time to worry about something as stupid as feelings, something he had made clear to the class and refused to be swayed on. ( and really, it would hardly be fair to izuku. if katsuki tried to push his feelings onto him after everything they've been through. izuku, the idiot who felt far too much for others, who was trying to carry far too many burdens as it was. katsuki refuses to place yet another thing onto the nerd. not when it was katsuki's own problem to deal with )

Which was exactly why he just had to get the nerd up to his room for an actual night's rest. But just before he could, one of their idiot classmates had opened the front door, causing a cold breeze to blow in. Despite it being well into spring, the cool air was out of place in the warmth of the common room. And it seemed unconscious Deku agreed, because Katsuki found himself freezing as Izuku shifts even closer in response to the cold air, tucking his big nerd head right into Katsuki's neck. The chatter of his classmates grew, because even though they were all going out to fight another war tomorrow, they were still a bunch of idiots. Katsuki simply gave them the finger before miming them to shut it. The last thing they needed to do was wake Izuku up and jolt all sleepiness away by getting him flustered like the awkward fuck he is, not when the shit nerd needed his rest. And that was the only reason, he'd insist. Or at least, it was the most important one. ( a minor, far less important reason, would be how the weight of izuku against him settled something in his chest. ) Somehow, the feeling that the nerd was truly here, after so many weeks out looking for him, still not feeling real. ( the feeling of izuku being so far out of reach, having long since become katsuki's new reality )

But Izuku feels impossibly close now. Even though Katsuki knew it was only for this moment. Knew it could only be for this moment. And he wasn't one to allow himself to indulge for very long. ( even as a part of him wished he could. could just let them stay like this for a bit longer, izuku by his side in a way that felt just right ) But he still needed to get the nerd to bed so he can rest properly.

He gives himself three seconds. To really feel Izuku's weight, receiving comfort from it despite knowing it was hardly fair. To count Izuku's steady breaths, each one reassurance that the shit nerd hasn't gotten himself killed ( yet ). To swear to himself, that he will never let Deku fight alone again. ( an oath he already made weeks before when they first cornered deku. with rain in his eyes and the throbbing of his shoulder and stomach. but somehow, it felt right. making the promise again, outside of urgency and desperation. ) Because it wasn't a promise just for in the midst of battle. Because he knew Izuku had been fighting alone in every part of his life for far too long, since way before he received a flashy quick ( and he could picture tiny middle school izuku. having time and time again gotten up to fight for what he believed in. despite the world, despite katsuki himself, telling him he had no right ) But NEVER again.

And with that, his three seconds was up, so he shifted to get Deku onto his back in a piggyback carry, trying to move smoothly enough to not wake the other. He could feel the busybody assholes around them staring blatantly. ( surely an unfortunate amount of teasing would be awaiting him, but he'd deal with those bunch of idiots later. when he wasn't at risk for waking deku up ) Feeling Deku shift into semi-conciousness, he glares at the far too noisy idiots before muttering softly for Deku to go back to sleep.

[hamadacare-xoxo]

tag dump! because tumblr is not saving my tags anymore and I hope this helps and if not, well ... idk :')

[hamadacare]

🌸🌉🛵

happy pride month 🌈💕 tadashi's tags await below!

🛵 #‘⠀i'm not giving up on you ( ic ) #‘⠀i am satisfied with my care ( ooc ) #‘⠀caress the outline of my body ( headcanon ) #‘⠀sweet atlas ( self ) 🌸 paired with #tadashi art, #tadashi gifs, and #tadashi notes #‘⠀this constant compromise between thinking and breathing ( musings ) #‘⠀we were free to be everything we dreamed ( behavior ) #‘⠀i know your image of me is what i hope to be ( prompts ) #‘⠀i'll give you all i have‚ and all i have to give ( answers ) #‘⠀you don’t understand this yet but people need you ( anon ) #‘⠀i try to picture me without you but i can't ( promo ) #‘⠀unforgettable in every way and forever more ( self promo ) #‘⠀it’s so hard to not be hard on yourself ( dash games ) #‘⠀feel your stress melting away ( aesthetics ) #‘⠀come in my bed‚ come back to heaven ( desires ) #‘⠀you fill me with so much joy‚ you give whatever it is i need ( saved ) #‘⠀i don’t have to dream. reality is beautiful in you ( open ) #‘⠀i’m bad behavior, but i do it in the best way ( verse: prelude ) #‘⠀dance alone to the beat of your heart ( recordings ) #‘⠀i want the sound that makes my heart rush ( music )  #‘⠀-- ( wishlist )  #‘⠀brotherly advice ( psa )

🌉 #‘⠀champion on‚ ares ( hiro hamada )  #‘⠀guide me‚ athena ( aunt cass )  #‘⠀touch me‚ midas ( free ) #‘⠀brighten me‚ apollo ( honey lemon )  #‘⠀move me‚ hermes ( go go )  #‘⠀charm me‚ aphrodite ( wasabi )  #‘⠀healthcare companion ( baymax ) ✅ #‘⠀hairy baby ( mochi ) ✅

[siixkiing]

“ i just don't want to be alone tonight. “ [[ a certain monkey's feeling homesick :') ]]

☯  hurt comfort prompts  ☯

“You don’t have to be sweetie.”

As much as it would shock many, the Great Sage understood the feeling of loneliness quite well — even more than one would expect. Odd given he lived like a hermit and rarely left the mountains that he called home. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel alone at times and ached for companionship some days, but building new bonds and opening up to others was hard. Especially after so many centuries building up walls and barriers after so much hurt and pain. Trying to keep himself safe from that emotional turmoil that came with such intimacy — hiding from the inevitable as best as he could.

There was no hesitation as he pulled his granddaughter into his embrace, wrapping his arms securely around her and holding her close. Not about to turn her away when she needed this — not when she needed him. Wanting to comfort and care for her in the moment. Let her know that he was here for her and that she wasn’t alone tonight. Sonson didn’t have to be alone tonight, he’d be here for her. 

It wasn’t long before he hoisted her up into his arms, cradling her against him and holding her close as he headed to the area of his little hut that served as his living room. His full attention was going to be on making sure that Sonson was taken care of and ease her feelings. Nothing else.

“I’ve got you, 爷爷 got you — “

“ — I’m not going anywhere.”

Resting his head against her as he settled them down gently on the couch, tail wrapping around her now and keeping her held close. Using his free claw to pluck a strand of golden fur from atop his head as they poofed into a plush warm blanket. Wrapping it around them both in the moment as soft chirping and gentle trills filled the room now, using them to help ease Sonson in the moment.

Tonight Xiaomin‘s care was all he was focusing on. Nothing else matter in that moment but her.

[coldjustness]

TAG DROP 001.

[ ooc. ] one. one thousand. two. one thousand. three. and now my patience is up.

[ ic. ] chase the right bastard through the wrong ritual it'll knock you right out. of course. you might wake up with a new accessory.

[ answered: ooc. ] it is better to ask a question than to sit on your hands and let it fester.

[ answered: ic. ] most papers don't say much but read between the lines you pickup a thing or two.

[ psa. ] hear ye! hear ye! use that thing on the inside of your head or be doomed!

[ saved. ] i'm like a dragon with the things I like. I'll horde them forever.

[ prompts / memes. ] im not picky. i got a cup and it does the job. that's all I ask.

[ reflections ] I'm fighting rook. sometimes it feels like the city itself stabs me in the back.

[ introspection ] its not what keeps me up at night. its not the quiet. I never could sleep once work gets in my head.

[ musings ] you want a laugh? I’ve got leads on a good show. A sad song? Well it’s your heart to break.

[ crack. ] sing your praises and you still want something! I'll find you a treat if you don't tell davrin. have we got a deal?

[ salt. ] that's the worst-case scenario. but all too often; the most pessimistic speculation turns out to be the closest to the truth.

[ birthday. ] it's my hatch day! Im allowed to be happy and irresponsible.

[ self promotion. ] apparently I could something clever here but I am too lazy for that.

[ promotion. ] I like this blog. I think it's neat. it deserve attention. everyone! look here!

[burnlikeme]

Tag Dump

she kept me in a polaroid (aesthetics) i'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky (dents) i'm a pill on your tongue (ic) by the light of the plasma screens (ooc) shiver down my backbone (nsfvv) under sunshine pylons we'll meet (memes and prompts) this dawn brings strange loyalties and skies (answered) glitter freeze (music) sunshine in a bag (the band) my little dream working the machine (noodle) silver lining's getting lost (murdoc) there's a billboard on the moon (russel) you better have good aim (ace) you can't get what you want but you can get me (2doc) feel good (open starters) a blue haired black eyed god (lore) i fed it a kinder egg (shitpost) strobelite (promos) reset myself and get back on track (cyborg noodle)

User-Specific: she's my collar (mfniccals) stay by my side high or low tide (ma'alefa'ak/whoismuses) felt like my soul in handcuffs (inkedstone)

[boombambaby]

“Date?”

Send me “Date?” and i'll answer...

Who asks for it:

[] Your muse asks mine

[X ] My muse asks yours - and May probably punches him as an answer XD

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[x ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[x ] Movies   • [X ] Romantic Comedy   • [x ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [X ] Horror   • [ X] Drama   • [x ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options)

[ ] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food

[x ] Nature  • [X ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [x ] Forest      • [x ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[X ] Visiting an amusement park

[x ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home  • [ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[x ] …a kiss

[X] …in bed

[x ] …knowing each other better 

[x ] …sleepover between friends 

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[x ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[stardustedstories]

@madefate asked: i'm not just going to sit idly by and watch. / allura @ lotor!

"I have to be better than this" prompts // accepting

He'd been expecting this. It had only been a matter of time before one of his father's old generals tracked him down, determined to take out perhaps the biggest threat to anyone else's claim to the throne before the Kral Zera. Because if they could take him out now, they wouldn't have to face him in front of the rest of the candidates. It also meant they could use whatever tactics they wanted, instead of the having to adhere to the rigid rules of the ceremony itself.

There had not been a Kral Zera for 10,000 years, not since Zarkon had taken the throne himself. It was unsurprising that there was much more fighting and competition, now that the throne was vacant.

And Lotor knows that if he does not claim it for himself, anyone who does will not exactly have their mind set on peace. The only chance he has to help, to stop the endless fighting, the endless war is to become the Emperor himself.

Even though it is something he has been preparing for for countless years, there is part of him that would like nothing more than to leave establishing peace to Voltron, to let others pick up where he'd left off. But if he wants peace, he's going to have to work for it himself, to show everyone he'd meant what he said, that he truly did want to help.

What better way than to bring the universe's largest Empire to heel, to start undoing all of the damage his father had done?

It would take a long time, he knew that, and it would not be easy, but he'd never expected it to be. Lotor had had to fight for everything in his life; this was no different. And he was not going down without a fight.

They'd been planetside when his father's general had attacked, determined to finish Lotor off himself, to show his underlings just how powerful he was, to really cement his standing. Which meant that if Lotor could take him out, he could potentially get the rest of them to stand down.

But this was not the Kral Zera. They were not one-on-one in at least semi-honourable combat; the general would not play fair, and Lotor would not allow him to take him off-guard because of that.

While he was prepared to take them all on at once, the Princess' words surprise him.

"I'm not just going to sit idly by and watch," she exclaims, and he can't help the little smirk that slips onto his face at the vehemence in her speech.

"I would have been much more surprised if you had, Princess," he says, drawing his sword. "If you truly intend to help, draw your weapon and prepare yourself." Lotor shifts so they're back to back, so they'll be able to protect one another's weak spots. He's putting a lot of faith in her, in the fact that she's trying to learn and grow from when he'd met her, and that she is just as desperate for peace as he is. And he hopes desperately that she won't prove him wrong.

[regaleur]

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[starsmuserainbow]

🌊 (Aqua.lad for Star.fire- playfully)

send 🌊 to push my muse into the water.

[[Thank you!]]

Walking alongside the sea was a nice way of spending time together. The air was nicely fresh here, the water and nature were always very pretty, and of course the wonderful company of Aqualad made everything perfect.

When she found herself being suddenly scooped up, Starfire yelped in surprise (not struggling against him though), and giggled when she was gently flung into the water instead. Sure, she hadn't been prepared for taking a swim, but that didn't mean it wasn't still enjoyable, especially since Aqualad joined her in the water moments later. "You startled me!" Starfire complained with a laugh, all while splashing some water over to him.

[muntitled]

Protecting His Investment

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one gets to hurt you except him.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Language, Implied Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Murder, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Voyeurism, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Choking, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blood Play, fingering, Massive Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Squirting, Overstimulation

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume.

This can be read as a continuation of this fic but not strictly

“Shouldn't I be blindfolded?"

If it weren't for the silence simmering between you both, in this monotonous taxi drive, he might’ve not heard you at all and perhaps you should have been more careful with your choice of wording but you were feeling a tiny bit reckless this Wednesday afternoon. He hadn't ever offered to personally fetch you from campus, and you felt incredibly juvenile when you spotted him standing there like a dad, in his grown-up suit while his briefcase hung in his hands in front of him. You'd almost convinced yourself that you were imagining things. That somehow your obsession with the man who kidnaps you every Wednesday to fulfill all his messed up fantasies was truly taking a toll on your mental health.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he was real. And he had come to pick you up and you were feeling awfully giddy as he ushered you both into a taxi while a few of your peers stood and stared.

By now he would've blindfolded you. Keeping you completely clueless to the location he brings you to every Wednesday. See, your Salesman had myriad deep rooted issues. Mania. Sociopathy. Sadism. But the issue that irked you the very most was his inability to trust. Before you know it, you're pouting up a storm as you ask him. "Why aren't we using the blindfold today?"

He slowly removes his gaze from the window, where he had been pondering like the old man he is. He quirks up an eyebrow, letting the intensity of his attention wash completely over you.

"Would you like to be blindfolded?" He asks playfully. His eyes are sparkling with amusement and his lips are quirked up like it usually is when he's being sardonic. Still, you remain cautious as you lean forward. You send one quick glance to the taxi driver, wondering if you were being led in some kind of hearse on the road to your death.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" For the first time, cold, white fear ices the warm blood rushing through your veins. Come to think of it, he did seem far chirpier than usual. Perhaps that should have been your first warning. The flags were blood red but you were wearing rose-tinted glasses.

He only snickers before placing a heavy hand on your head, patting it down.

He doesn't answer you for the duration of the taxi drive, causing you to slip more and more into your thoughts of morbidity and despair. Why else wouldn't he blindfold you if not to end your life once you got there? It seemed dreadfully logical and so on-brand for him. He'd get bored of you sooner or later and then he'd dispose of you. There'd be no need to blindfold you any longer while he took you to his place because you'd soon become a corpse and-

"Doll." The voice cuts through the chatter filling your brain. All at once, the car has stopped, and warm air rushes into the interior as he holds the door open for you. "Get out of the nice man's car." He jests politely, quickly prompting you to unbuckle your seatbelt and scramble out of the taxi.

The second you're out he walks ahead of you. The building that comes into focus before you have your brows crinkling.

You quickly catch up to him, gazing up at his monotonous face. "Why are we here? You never come to my house."

He doesn't respond as you both walk into the foyer. He walks briskly and powerfully, like a man on the move while you send a small wave to the security manning the front desk. You both enter an empty elevator and he presses a button without you ever having to tell him which floor.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

He lowers his gaze to you, one eyebrow quirked up.

"You only die when you disappoint me and as of late," he stares directly ahead, "You haven't disappointed me."

The elevator dings and he steps out. You follow him like a puppy without a leash. "In fact I'd say your work ethic as of late has been-" he blows out a long sigh as he makes it your apartment door- recalling all the weeks you two have spent together in vivid kaleidoscopic images. All the pain you let him inflict on you and pleasure he'd offer as a reward.

"-nothing short of stellar. I'm proud of you." He punches in the code to your apartment and you both enter. The curtains are drawn shut because your roommate hates sunlight. You preferred it but there was no communicating with something like her.

He kicks off his shoes at the door.

"What are we doing here?" You ask nervously, "My roommate will be back soon and she isn't very nice."

"We won't be playing at my place today." He says finally meeting your wild and nervous eyes. He seems so lax and so in control. "We'll be playing here."

"B-But my roommate."

"Is that why you were crying?" His gaze keeps you rooted to the floors, unable to move even if you wanted to, "Because of your roommate?"

"Crying? I wasn't crying-"

"Back at the university," he says, casually removing a microscopic piece of lint from his grey blazer, "Your head was beant and you looked up at me with bloodshot eyes." His eyes shine with amusement as he says, "Usually with our sessions, the crying only comes later on." Then he quirks his head and asks, "What happened?" There's a bang somewhere in the apartment and your head snaps forward. Your eyes scan over the adjoining living room and kitchen but he seems unfazed.

"It's stupid-" you shake your head, "Like who even still gets bullied in uni?"

You laugh pitifully, leaning against the nearest wall. He stands tall before you. A brick wall.

"Your roommate's threatening to kick you out of this apartment to move her boyfriend in?" He asks before adding, "Again."

Your head snaps up to him, "H-How-"

In that moment, he turns rather robotically, making his way deeper into your home. It's clean. Thank God.

"You don't realize how chatty you get when you're about to orgasm." He says before stopping right outside your closed bedroom door.

"My roommate- she... decided last night that- well- she would really like her boyfriend to live here instead-"

"Without consulting you first?" He clarifies, staring blankly ahead at the door, listening very attentively.

"Y-Yes without consulting me." You bring your hand to the doorknob, on your way to open it but he stops you with an iron grip around your wrist. You wince.

“Continue talking.” He says and you do.

"This morning they both kinda sprung on me that they'd like to be living here now. She went behind my back and already placed the deposit down our landlord, well," you clear your throat. "I might be homeless soon." You laugh but then swallow very thickly as the gravity of the situation falls onto your shoulders.

"And still you decided to have our sessions today?"

"If you'll have me," you nod.

"Remarkable." He replies. "Well I've never been very fond of my things or my toys getting dirty." He begins mysteriously as he places his hand directly over yours on the doorknob.

"Pardon?"

"I can't have my favorite toy living out on the street. Who knows what kind of animals would try to rape you or drug you or fucking stick their slimey dicks inside you-" he turns the doorknob, clicking your room open.

You're not even sure when this started happening. These 'private sessions' with your Salesman that quickly bled into something much more concerning. Before you knew it, he was seeping into your brain, polluting you with obsession. There had never ever been anyone else involved.

"What the hell did you do?" You ask, slowly entering your room to find two chairs placed directly in front of your bed. As soon as you enter, you hear the blood curdling, muffled screams being ripped from the throat of the two people strapped to those chairs.

"I'm protecting my investment," Says your Salesman as he pushes the door closed behind you.

Your feet feel like lead as you watch them and their panic-stricken eyes. There in front of you, they sit opposite one another, both with a haggard countenance and tears streaming down their cheeks.

At the sight of you, your roommate screams something horrid but it's muffled by the gag placed in her mouth, a gag the shape of a dog bone.

He's there too. The boyfriend. He's not as loud or as frantic as she is but he's significantly startled. His eyes are wild and vacant. The same gag.

"Oh my god-" you begin but he cuts in front of you, making his way to the couple seated across from each other.

"We're all gonna play a game- a quick one," He says, "Can't play for too long because I've been dying to get inside you since I saw those pretty little bloodshot eyes."

"Sir- I"

If you knew his name you might've screamed it in this moment. 'Sir' is your only point of reference to address the manic man in front of you.

This isn't right.

Right?

You're so confused, you barely register than you've thought out loud. It hits you as he slowly shrugs his blazer off.

"What isn't right is them thinking they can rape this apartment from underneath you." He says, folding it and placing it meticulously over your desk.

"I- have neighbors!?" You begin but he has a plan for that too.

"I had your room soundproofed since our first session." You're pushed into even more confusion.

"WHAT!? When did you even-"

"While you were at school-" he says before uncovering a handgun from his briefcase. A handgun and a silencer.

"Point is, Doll, I'm going to need you to play a game for me, ok?"

"DOLL!?" Comes your roommates' mortified and muffled cries.

"I need you to make one tiny decision for me." He says, screwing on the silencer onto the barrel of the revolver. It strikes you then that even when the mask is off, and the worst workings of his personality are on display for all to gaze upon, you still find him breathtakingly attractive.

"If-" tears burn the back of your throat, "If this room is soundproof why-why do you need a silencer?"

"I'm nothing if not a cautious man, you know this." Then his expression turns very grave and very dark as he says. "Don't you?"

“Yes, Sir,” you reply almost automatically. Like your need to respond to him- to please him, greatly overpowered your moral compass. “You're extremely cautious.”

Your roommate releases a shrill noise from the very back of her throat, her eyes pleading with the humanity she desperately tries to find in yours.

“Out of these two, he's my least favourite,” Your Salesman says, standing beside you. Eyes wild as he points his gun to the boyfriend's head.

“But this isn't about me,” he turns to face you, slowly dragging you gaze away from the victims that had once been your tormentors. You look up at him with a broken sob slipping through your lips. “I need you to choose.”

There it is.

His words seem to detonate what little fate you had in his humanity. There is nothing in his eyes except hedonism and violence.

"I'm going to have you to choose very quickly, baby-”

You're already shaking your head as frazzled braids tickle your shoulders. Your eyes find theirs and you immediately say, “I'm not going to do it.”

When you look at him again, you're almost horrified to find the smile that had once been on his face, completely wiped away. His face is a shadow and it strikes you way more than anything ever has. Something in you scolds you. It gnaws at you to make things right.

“Don't do that.” He says darkly. “Don't disappoint me.”

His hands -one still holding a gun- moves to cup both your cheeks. He cranes your neck further back, gazing deeply. “I can't have you living on the street.”

“You don't have to kill anyone-”

His jaw ticks, “Pick.”

“Sir…”

“You're disappointing me.”

All it takes is those three words to have your world crashing to the floor. Tears blur your vision as you raise a trembling finger.

“Him. I pick him.”

It's the first time you realized that you were brimming with codependency

Or stupidity.

Or maybe both

“That's a good girl.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The father you never had.

He lets his eyes meet that of the boyfriend who is shaking and writhing in seat.

“What a good fucking girl I have, wouldn't you agree?” He asks the boyfriend yet he only cries and cries and cries. Meanwhile, you're bathing in the warm, milky words of praise.

"I suppose you wouldn't be able to agree to much in a second-"

He raises the gun.

Wait-" but the trigger is already pulled, and the bullet slices through the air and the deed is done.

It's remarkable how fast it travels. The speed of the bullet. Like it's competing with light itself. One moment his head is there and his brain is inside it, functioning like usual and the next moment, it's splattered all across my bedroom wall, coating your stuffed animals and drenching your pink bedding.

“You killed someone…”

“We killed someone, and you did such a good job. Now we're real rich people-”

You shake your head.

“Oh my fucking god we killed someone-”

It's stupid, but the first thought that comes to mind is-

“How- How am I gonna get the stain out!?”

“I'll get you new sheets, Doll, I promise…”

Meanwhile the roommate is crying and screaming her throat hoarse. You watch gravely as vomit soaks her gag.

“That's fucking disgusting.” He says before turning back to you. A spray of blood scatters across the side of his handsome face. He'd just committed murder and yet you still describe him as handsome.

“You're not disgusting at all.” He says, “You're so clean and beautiful.” His large hands rub over your face. “And now this apartment's yours. Ours. Maybe.”

Ours.

That word somehow affects you more than the murder you'd just lay witness to. It has you staring up at him with grateful, love-filled eyes. You're still scared but, you were his. And that was a powerful feeling. You'd never belonged to anyone before. Certainly not any man as handsome or smart as this. This isn't rose-tinted glasses anymore, it's rose-tinted vision.

“We killed someone.” You say. Solidifying the fact that you were a couple.

Your heart rages in its cage when his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck yes we did,” he moans before smashing his lips down onto yours. Confusion and discomfort wage a terrific and bloody war inside you as he kisses you absolutely dizzy. Your insides are swirling and your stomach is turning at the sight of the blood drenching your walls.

he tips your head up, forcing his tongue in and he moans when you let him. Your tongues touch and coax and he pulls you in close.

“You know how good you looked when I picked you up earlier, Doll? I loved seeing those bloodshot eyes of yours.” He mumbles, “I just hated not being the one to make you cry.”

You sob something awful. The sound escapes you while your lips are still plastered to his.

“But this is all me,” he says proudly, gazing down at your watery eyes as he pins you up against the wall. “This is all me.”

Your roommate sits in a daze. Over his wide shoulder, her eyes stare blankly into yours and you almost find yourself mouthing the words 'I'm sorry'.

Almost. But you never do.

Your brain is too clouded by feelings of fear, regret, pleasure and… satisfaction. In your defense her boyfriend really fucking sucked.

"Take this off." He groans, lowering his large build to the floor to shove your shorts and underwear down. Undressing you almost formally as he lifts your one leg out followed by the other.

Your eyes are still on her.

Every vile word she's said to you. Every occasion she'd bring her equally cruel friends over and they'd gossip about you loud enough for their words to carry through the walls.

You realize very gravely that your care is waning.

That humanity that was still left inside you is thinning.

And he's pressing wet kisses against your legs, worshipping the soft cellulite at your thighs.

A man in a suit at his knees for you and she's forced to watch.

It makes you feel so-

"Fucking beautiful, fuck." He groans.

The more riled up he is, the less care he gives to how crass his language becomes. As if trapped in a daze, with your eyes still on your tormentor -your bully- you hook your fingers into his hair. Parting your legs you lead his mouth to your exposed cunt and he slurps you up for all your worth.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he eats you out with vigor. He flattens his tongue and suctions his mouth against your clit, causing a deep and guttural moan to spill from your lips.

He pulls back, breathing raggedly, "Fuck my face," he commands, before placing both hands on your ass, enough to have your cunt riding his open mouth. It feels so fucking good your eyes are stinging with tears. You let them fall because you'd know he'd appreciate it. He appreciates every tear in your confidence. Every waver in your air-tight judgement. It undoes him completely to see you so fucking pathetic.

He looks up at you while you're riding him. Those morally black eyes are urging you to hump his face and you do.

At the sight of your tears falling his nails dig into your ass and you moan more. All the sounds you're able to make are in intelligible sounds of pleasure. But you force yourself to come to your senses. Just long enough to whisper

"Th-Thank you, Sir,"

He stills. Completely stunned.

You come. It crashes down on you all while your roommate tries to squeeze her crying eyes shut, shaking her head as if trying to delude herself into believing none of this is real.

"You are fucking fire, you know that?" He croaks, slowly rising. You're breathing oh so quickly and it only speeds up at the sight of your arousal casting his jaw.

“I wanna fucking hurt you so bad. I wanna eat you. I wanna fuck you. I wanna do so many unspeakable things to you- you're so perfect.”

He throws one more gaze over his shoulder. His almond eyes scan over the body, then the girl and he groans, furiously undoing his belt.

"How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he says, almost to himself.

"Answer me." He presses his body firmly against yours, until your spine is straight against the wall. "Fucking answer me when I talk to you."

He growls before bringing a hand up to your chin. It's painful the way he grabs you, but you're so used to pain. It lives here now. Between you both.

"I-I- don't know-" you really don't know and he melts at that.

"I'll tell you how, Princess. " he wraps your leg around his waist, "People like me- people we call crazy and evil-” His eyes are so wide, his smile too. -we get nice things. And people like that-" he quirks his head backwards, “The weak? Those people on the streets, they die.” He says, grinding his cock agaisnt your cunt, “And we don't die, yeah?"

"Oh fuck." You're seeing stars when his cock sinks into your cunt. It's hard and raging and he's already doing multiple shallow thrusts to force it deeper. "S-So big-" you can't talk, you hardly ever can when he's like this. Fucking you into an absolute frenzy.

"You gonna squirt for me, Doll?” he grits his teeth, hips stuttering as he ravages you against the wall. "F-Fuck." Some

“She's a really good squirter-” he turns his head to watch your roommate over his shoulder. Her head is slumped forward, she's fainted perhaps.

After weeks of trying to impress him, to show him that you were not the weak little thing he had first kidnapped- you realize it's paid off. He caveman grunts as he fucks you deeper and harder and a cry rips itself from your throat.

“Y-You want me?” You ask with trembling lips.

“Baby,” he breathes directly into your mouth. “I need you.”

"F-Fuck-" your orgasm sneaks up on you and he watches with immense gratification as you come undone on his cock.

“You're making a mess on my cock-” clear liquid streams out of hou, threatinging tk lush his cock out but he fucks you through it.

“Gonna fucking cum inside you, baby. You're gonna take it, aren't you? My good girl's gonna fucking take it,” he throws his head back as his eyes flutter closed and soon he's fucking spurts of warm cum into you.

It fills you completely until the mess is coating your thighs. Through your wave of endless euphoria you see stars, the planets and him in the very centre of it all, guiding you and coaxing you through the bountiful high.

Even when he's done, his cock is still nestled deep inside you, pushing you over the brink of stimulation.

"You're very promising.” He admits, “Always have been.”

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