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indefinitely, forever ☆ okkotsu yuuta! [3/3]
okkotsu yuuta (post shibuya) x fem!reader click here for: part one | part two | part three - no spoilers from the manga, dwdw ;) - alternative universe where yuuta is an SCP? - [18+] three-part series, 10k+ words in total
(note: not proofread, expect grammar mistakes) warning: contains SMUT, reader is a virgin, yuuta is a bit OOC/has that gojo satoru influence, romance, happy ending but contains slight angst and comfort, 2nd person pov, reader swears like a sailor
Yuta rolls his eyes playfully at you, large hands toying with the hem of your shirt. It was unnatural just how touch-starved he was; the relentless need to touch you, any part of you, imprinted into the deepest parts of his soul somewhere. "So, do you want to continue?"
"Continue what?"
"Like, if you wanna fuck.. or something..."
"Huh?!" Now its your turn to be continuously shocked.
"O-Only if you want to!" Yuta insists, clamping a hand over his nose and lips out of embarrassment followed by his classic shy gaze to the side. He turns a shade of red you have never imagined anyone could turn to, but Okkotsu Yuta had always defied the impossible.
You've already lost your first kiss to the floor while being chased down by the same man you just made out with.
So would it truly hurt to just fuck him?
No, it wouldn't.
It wouldn't at all.
His eyes watch your every move. He has a bad habit of staring at people, you note. You pry the calloused fingers off his face and capture his lips in another kiss, this time sensual and passionate.
"Are you sure?" He asks, just before he returns the kiss.
"Stop talking and just fuck me already."
"Will do, ma'am." He teases, sealing your protests with his lips.
Yuta wastes no time in helping you discard your top off, trailing butterfly kisses from your mouth and down your neck. Strong arms rest on either side of your body, hands large than yours clasping over the back and holding you down. His kisses now felt ticklish and feverish, each leaving a scorch on your skin akin to summer heat.
Heat pools between your thighs. You weakly tug at his collar to let him know that you want to see him; just as he had showed off before. Yuta ends the butterfly trail at your sternum, right above your breasts. He stands upright and grins wickedly at you.
"So eager to see me?"
"Shut up, you were the one eager enough to strip for me."
"Mhm," Yuta grips the back collar and pulls it off of him, greeting you with an all-too familiar sight for your eyes to feast on. You can't help but stare at his torso. No one would know that such a strong build was lying beneath the soft material of your sweater. The uniform he had on earlier did nothing for his form as it covered everything your eyes had glory to rest on now. Your fingers yearn for contact; they ghost across thickened skin, hardened with muscle from years of training and killing. "I bet you enjoyed the show, didn't you? Since you sided with me because of my body."
"Don't listen to Maki!"
He giggles, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You huff, but the sight of him leaning into your touch has you feeling all-forgiving.
"Sorry. Good thing nudity is allowed here."
You were about to protest yet again but he dampens your voice with the palm of his hand. With his other, he unclasps your bra and pushes the strap off each shoulder, leaving a kiss on them as he did.
"W-Wait..."
Yuta ignores your pleads this time, resuming the trail of kisses down to your breasts. Your body instinctively arches up when he plays with the buds on your right breast, watching how it hardens in the cold. He latches onto your left breast next, his hot tongue swirling around the swollen areola and flicking it upwards. Pleasure strummed through your body and you grabbed both his wrists to steady yourself. Soft moans leave your lips as Yuta's tongue works wonders, his other hand nipping the bud playfully.
"Oh, fuck." You wrap your legs around his waist, caging him to you. With your bodies pressed against each other you could feel the dig of his crotch on your clothed half. Not wanting to lose the battle, you started to rut your hips in tandem with his suckling on your breasts, an awkward position to be in but it worked given the heavy groans you were receiving from the man. "Oh, Yuta..."
Yuta hums, switching to your other breast. "Must I give this one some attention too?" He pinches the nub in his hand and licks it.
"Mhm..."
"Hm?"
"P-Please." You were in too deep to really formulate anything.
He's pleased with your answer and continues to suck on it, earning a damn near pornographic moan from you.
The tension hung heavy in the air, once-clear windows fogging up from the heat you were both sharing. One moan after another, he drank up the breathy praises, doing his absolute best to please you. "So good, please don't stop..." Not that he ever would. The taste of your skin was addicting to him, and he worshiped your body in ways words never could, pouring every inch of love he had in him to the way he pleasured you. His hands grab at every patch of skin he could cover, running them up and down your body, over and over again in a routine only he knows. Yuta meets your lips in another fiery kiss, fingers dancing ever-so-lightly over the waistband of your pajama shorts, as if waiting for your permission.
You deepen the kiss, a hand shifting through the soft tufts of his black hair and another resting on his broad shoulder. You swipe your tongue on his lower lip and he gives in, opening up, your tongue breaking through and exploring his mouth. His skin shivers to this, reacting sensitively even to the lightest of touches. He tastes of mild peppermint and a tad of coffee from the one you had given to him earlier. He folds into your play, hands finally slipping past the waistband and pulling your pants down. He's attentive as his large hands glide down your body, feeling the stretch marks on your hips and thighs; every inch of you a different texture that he liked.
He whines cutely when your lips leave his to steady your breath. "I can't do this, I need to taste you. I'll die if I don't."
"No one's stopping you, big boy."
The words went straight to his dick, already leaking with precum and uncomfortably tight in his pants. But he'll gladly cast his orgasm aside just for you to feel fully satisfied by him, being the gentleman that he is. He gives you a light peck and make quick work of your underwear, pulling it by the teeth and shoving them down to your ankles. He then pries your thighs further apart, catching sight of your glistening folds, already wet with arousal from earlier.
"Y-Yuta, don't stare like that." You attempt to close your thighs together. He shushes you, keeping them open.
His curiosity gets the better of him when his index finger traces down and up on your exposed cunt agonizingly slow, your body twitching in response to it. Your breaths turn shallow; airy and needy with every stroke he gives it. Yuta studies how your chest heaves every time his finger ghosts over your clit, and the slight tremor from your legs.
"Ever been eaten out before?"
"N-No. Why?"
"No reason."
"W-Wait.. you're not s-supposed to-!"
Your moans fill the apartment when he goes down on you. A starved man with a five-course meal ready at his service, tongue lapping up your juices. You're no longer sitting up now, your back against the cold surface with your thighs pressed on your chest. Your legs hang over his shoulders and Yuta grunts at the taste of you; nothing could ever live up to this. His guilty indulgence continues its ravage on your sweet cunt, the fingers in his hair tugging at its roots only egging him on as he devours you. Your clit begs for mercy from his sucking, swollen and red yet the pleasure comes in waves. Goosebumps prickle your skin, this time from a good cause. Tears threaten to spill from just how good he was eating you out, especially when his tongue starts entering you. Warm and languid, he pushes into your hole as far as he could with a finger rubbing on your clit.
"Oh- fuck, that feels so good, Yuta- please..."
His name on your lips was a devout prayer to him. In the moonlight, his eyes hint a shade of blue, fluttering open to watch you. Your head is tossed back, sweat beading across your forehead and your neck, hands no longer have the energy to grip his soft hair when he's propelling you fast towards your first orgasm. His fingers work magic on the tiny bud on your cunt, the little bundles of nerves jerking together once you feel the pressure reach a breaking point.
"W-Wait, feel funny like- mgh, like its-"
Orgasm rips through you hard and blindingly white; with the only indicator of it ever happening being the strangled sob that left your dry lips. Your body convulses, arching up and tensing, tears leaving the crevices of your eyelids. His tongue leaves you only when the trembling subsides. Yuta admires how cute your clit spasms from the overstimulation. Slick covers your cunt and inner thigh.
"Feel good?" Eyes heavy with lust search your face for signs of discomfort, relieved when you mumble a weak yes. He picks you up, cradling you in his arms, "Wanna taste yourself?"
You manage a single nod. Your lips meet in a slow kiss, tongue delving into each other's mouths again. There's a tinge of sweetness on him that wasn't there previously. The orgasm had left your eyes hazy and your mind in a fuzz; all you could really feel was the primal urge to just fuck him. Your body groans in misery from how empty you felt without him. Your free hand tugs on the band of his pants impatiently. He lets go of you, a string of saliva interconnected. He fumbles with his pants and throws it somewhere behind him. He’s left in his boxers and a visible bulge.
He’s beyond needy when you palm his entrapped cock.
"Yuta..." And you're begging for it too.
"I know, I know. So eager for me." He kisses the tips of your fingers and undresses himself, freeing his dick from the confines of his tight boxers. It springs up, lathered in his own precum, upright and demanding attention. It's just as pretty as you imagined, as beautiful as the man himself. "Do you want me to put it in you yet?"
"C-Can I try... uh..."
"Oh," He realizes with a smile, "You wanna have a taste?"
Your head bobs with determination. You've never had sex before, let alone given someone a sex-job of any kind. His right hand pumps on his length. He could easily be seven inches long, and you doubt that it's all he had to offer. Yuta pats your thigh, "You sure?"
"I've never given a blowjob before." You admitted.
"That's okay. I'll teach you."
With the assistance of his arms around you, you stood. He's taller than you by a few centimeters. You've watched enough porn to know that you'd have to kneel down to reach his height, but waited for his orders nonetheless. He puts both hands on your shoulders and pushes you down on your knees, as expected, before placing a thumb on your lips. "Open wide. And try to keep your teeth away."
You did as you're told, opening your mouth up.
"Pinch me hard if it hurts." You agree to the terms and Yuta takes a deep breath, sliding his dick into your mouth. It's warm and comforting, the image of it going down a forever memory. Just as you expected, he's bigger than what you've normally seen; you keep your teeth away and suck in a breath when it glides in, only choking a little when it hits the back of your throat. He stifled a moan, patting your head as a way to tell you that you're taking him well. "Oh fuck," It's odd to see him so tearful, "Your mouth's so.. ah.. warm."
Doe eyes stare up at him, waiting for a move.
"Y-Yeah," He swallows, "You can move now."
With closed eyes you start to bob your head at a slow pace, testing the waters first. The hand on your head forms into a gripping fist, the other holding onto the counter edge for stability. Yuta's breathing heavily, trying his best to stay still for you. Now that you've orally memorized his length, you started to speed up at a constant space, letting your right hand rest on his thigh and the other pumping him up. The entirety of him wouldn't fit you just yet. For some reason, the sounds he’s making caused your cunt to throb even deeper with need.
"Slow down.. Hah..." His voice is raw and deep.
You could feel him harden inside. You suck in your cheeks as much as you could, vacuuming all space for a tighter hold on his dick.
"O-Oh, fuck.. fuck..." This has him hunching over, and panting like the bitch in heat he is, "I-Is this really your first.. ah.. time..?"
You swirl your tongue up to the tip and free his dick with a pop. The absence of his cock left your throat scratchy and your voice similar to sandpaper. You drag your tongue up from the base, following a protruding vein. Yuta whimpers at the sensation pathetically, wanting more albeit also wanting you to be in control. The momentum of his orgasm came crashing down.
"Do I really suck dick that good?"
You attempt to blow the strands of hair sticking to your face.
Tender fingers rake the strands away in a voiceless reply, tucking them behind your ear. Rather, he picks you up for the umpteenth time that day, letting your legs wrap around him once more- and sets you back down on the sofa. The sofa dips down when he kneels on the edge, forcing your thighs apart for the second time. He puts his middle and ring finger in his mouth, coating them in his saliva all while looking at you. Something changed in the way he looked at you.
A tad bit deranged.
Like if he didn't fuck you now he was going to really die.
"Honestly, it made me want you all to myself." He confesses, slipping his middle finger into you. You squeak at his admission, cheeks flushing redder. Your walls stretch around the digit, pulsing and coming alive, a gasp aloud at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't unwelcomed - feels uncomfortable and good at the same time. You've masturbated a couple times before with the same two fingers, but this just felt different. Something about the texture of his hands and how he curls it deep inside took your breath away. He pushes it in, slow and controlled, letting you adjust to his one finger alone. "Think you can handle two for me?"
"That's just one?!"
"I'm bigger than that." Yuta muses, watching you squirm slightly around his finger. It would be too painful for you to take him head-on, considering his size. With god-like patience, he retracts his finger only to slide it back in again repeatedly, widening the hole.
"O-Okay. You can put another one in-"
Tight. So tight.
So tight that you had to hold your breath. The ring that you never noticed was now submerged deep in you too. It's cool unlike the snugness of your vagina. "Y-You're married???"
The man laughs in response, "I wouldn't call it married."
"So I'm screwing with someone else's lover????"
"No, you’re screwing with your lover."
Ooooooh and do his words melt your heart. Red adds to the pink already charming your cheeks and you look away. "Womanizer."
Yuta chuckles, "You'd be the second person to tell me that." If it wasn't for him moving without your orders you would've forgotten that he had your fingers in you. Your slick walls had accommodated them so perfectly he wondered if you were actually meant for him. He scissors his fingers apart, trying to get your walls to stretch even further. Deep within your walls, he starts to pump and curl on the spongy patch embedded on the upper side of your vagina.
He hits it again and again, and each time makes you even wetter than before. He barrels you towards your second orgasm, drinking up the view of your sweaty body twitching when it explodes. You spasm underneath him, mouth open to let out a silent scream.
His fingers leave you with a squelch.
He licks them off. If Yuta could rate you as a meal, he'd give you 6 stars and a Golden Prize Award for Best Pussy. That's just how good you tasted to the boy. He’s handsy again, hands traveling across your body while his cock spreads your folds, feeling you underneath.
“Are you sure you want this raw?”
Your half-lidded eyes bat at him, "Shut up and fuck me."
Amusement glinted in his eyes, “Sorry.” He apologizes mockingly, tone far from apologetic. Yuta takes one last look at you for time’s sake and enters you, pausing when his tip fully breached the inside. It’s barely all of him and it has the butterflies in your stomach taking flight. He pushes the rest of him into you meticulously, afraid of breaking you.
Dull pain shot through you when he broke through, “W-Wait!”
“Are you okay?” He stops, hair matted to his forehead. He’s itching to move so badly with how warm you were hugging his cock. Tears filled up your eyes from how it stinged, but you didn’t want him out. You raise a hand and he understands, granting you some time to get used to his full length. He’s inside you entirely to the hilt, pressing against your womb.
Yuta Okkotsu and his impossibly big dick be damned.
“I-I’m okay now.” He’s on cloud fucking nine the way you squeezed him.
“How do you want it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let me know if it hurts then. Safe word’s Okkotsu.” Yuta crawls forward and cages your head between his forearms, sharing the same breath you do. Being in charge turned him cocky, a 180° difference from the shy, timid person so worried for you not long ago. You raise a brow at him, and he raises a brow back at you. “Unless you plan on screaming that name of mine too.”
“H-Hey!”
He turns a deaf ear to your stammering, shifting your legs on his shoulder. You feel his dick slide in slightly further and the impatience brimming from him, “I’ll move now.”
Yuta pulls out his length.
Then he slams it back with full force, knocking the wind out of you.
You yelp, followed by a groan, which soon turned into chains of moaning from how hard he was rutting in you. He isn’t quiet by any means either, groaning and grunting equally loud in your ear while he fucks irrationally fast into you. Pain turns to pleasure, the same way your moans turn into high-pitched prayers of his name, saliva drooling from the edge of your lips and eyelashes damp from your tears. Dirty praises drip from his ever-loving lips with every second he spends rough-fucking you. It hits the same spot each time without fail, building up your release. The couch creaks repeatedly, and it would be to no one’s surprise if you had to replace it.
Unlike the kiss you first shared with him, his lips are ruthless- now serving as a way to effectively shut you up. He adored your fingers; how small they were compared to his, now groaning at how they feel scraping down his body, red marks littering his back. He loved how you detested him in the early hours of meeting him and how easily you succumbed to him now, a moaning mess of his own doing. He reveled in the way your body accepted him so easily at the first touch, second, third and the ones you share with him right now.
He absolutely,
truly,
devastatingly,
loved you.
You babble incoherent words, so cockdrunk that the only word he could make out was his name in begging. “Yuta Yuta Yuta-” His hands move to grip your waist for better control. Your folds wrapped so perfectly around his dick that he found it exceedingly difficult to move out each time; every millisecond out of it made him pound back in twice as hard. He aches for more: more of the sex, more of your touch, more of your moans, and more of his name out your mouth.
If he could spend every second of his life devoted to you, he truly would. Whatever energy lost in the heat of the moment was reclaimed by the sounds you made for him. Yuta buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your vanilla shampoo he too shared. Your skin was so soft unlike his, how could it be? You were both human, but you were the perfection he wished he was and he felt blessed to lay even a single finger on you. The pinnacle of God’s creation, laid all bare and fucked out for his infatuated eyes to obsess.
He could feel his orgasm approaching anytime soon.
Yuta bites into you hard enough to draw blood.
“I-It h-hurts…” You choke on your own words, sobbing under his mercy.
“You’re taking it.. hah, so…. well for me, aren’t.. you?” He cooes at you between breaths, kitten licking the spot to soothe your crying. He couldn’t resist the urge to mark you up, your pussy swallowing him deep so much that he’s utterly pussydrunk, only obsessed with the thought of you. How could he, when you’re so perfect and obedient to him? He owed you your life, and he’s fucking you so good that the hands on your waist would inevitably bruise you. His tongue readies another spot by your shoulder; sinking his teeth in once more and lapping up the blood that emerged from within.
“Oh yes, yes- yes - yes yes yes - oh! yes yes - yes-”
It wouldn’t matter if he hurt you, he’d heal you right up.
But why would he?
You looked so much better this way, under his mercy.
He slows down to a constant pace to check his work on you. A masterpiece of purple and blue, on show for everyone to see if your shirt were to uncover enough. Satisfied, he kisses the lobe of your ear, sighing when your moans turn a pitch higher when he nibbles on it.
“Look at you,” He’s as breathless as you are. “Taking me so well.”
His free hand finds its way back on your clit, stroking it in conjunction with the snap of his hips against yours. You’re reaching your third breaking point of the night- evident from the way your toes curl and the tremor in your legs.
“I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…!”
“Y-Yeah? Me too.” He collects your weakened arms and pins them above you, fucking at the same pace. His eyes marvel in the sight of your fucked out expression, pupils blown absolutely wide, your mouth hanging open singing broken moans for him. A drug to remember; to indulge in forever, tucked into the craters of his mind. “Cum with me, pretty.”
“C-Coming!”
He pulls out just as your orgasm washes over you. Yuta places a hand over your mouth as you scream into it from the onslaught of pleasure running through your veins, bringing you close to the brink of unconsciousness. Your vision turns blurry; it took you time to realize that Yuta had come on you. Ropes of cum landed on your abdomen the same time you did, sultry and dense in white.
For a minute or so you both stayed in your positions, letting consciousness and rationality take over.
Exhaustion quickly befalls the two of you. You turn to the side and Yuta collapses next to you, flinging a protective arm around you. Now you’re locking eyes with each other, face-to-face, both completely stark naked. You wriggle your arm between your bodies to cup his cheek in your hand, admiring how good he looked all sweaty and tired.
He was the first to break the silence, “Do you forgive me?”
You wipe the edge of his lips, stained with lipstick.
“Yeah I do.”
He takes your hand and kisses the knuckles he had healed for you.
“Thank you.”
Aftercare and dinner could wait. The air stills into comfortable silence. It’s early December. The snow outside compels you both to rest, a gentle lullaby sung by the warmth that enveloped you two. Yuta strokes a reassuring thumb over your knuckles, a silent but sure promise to keep you safe. His dark eyes hold a newfound meaning now that you’ve given him your all.
You both share a soft smile, new to this chapter.
Soon you found yourself drifting off in the mess of your bodies entangled together.
Indefinitely, forever.
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THE END LOL FUCKING FINALLY IM DONE I HOPE U ENJOYED emuach emuach uHHHHHH ©demigodickrider / aftercare link
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I kinda wanna bash my skull against a rock repeatedly but if anyone sees theyll call me out for wanting attention!!!!! So im going to take a hot shower and eat tomatos instead
#im at that depression stage where literally Nothing in the world gives me a gram. an ounce of dopamine and everything is too exhausting#to start so i just sit and lay. im getting important stuff done though#got my name and gender marker on my licence changed#and my good friend bought me apple salsa🧡🧡hallelujah so all good things#goober.txt
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Fight... Art Fight... Fight Art... Art... Fight.. Fight... FIGHT
#these are done hallelujah#could they be better? yes a lot better#do I care? NO ITS DONE IM DONE#🌾 original art#ekin samyeli#dere of niferos#şan soarer#alaz yaban#linden sohl#here be whales
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so the eikichi-centric kuwabara fic is going well
#it turned into kuwameshi. it was supposed to be a small bg part but um. yeah. woe.. feelings realization + gay awakening be upon ye#it's mostly just an excuse to write my love for rascal into my silly guy kuwabara. plus i get to put characters in (cat) situations which#rules imo. and now there's also poor poor kuwababy gay panic stuff happening. i can't help it man likes dudes. unavoidable#anyway i wrote like. 6k words today. my hand hurts but also im not done bc i've been chipping away at this for a month and i can't stop now#that i've actually got momentum on it. my brain is going at 16 km/hr and i'm living it up babyyyy. hour um 10 or so probably#hey i'm not one to look a gift hyperfixation in the mouth okay#yyh#kuwameshi#nyarla dni#just wrote that line and started losing my shit bc again i'm on like hour 10 of writing today. maybe more? shit i don't remember whatever#thought it might resonate with y'all or something hallelujah
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i feel like “uptown funk” is to future historians what shakespeare’s “hamlet” is to us and the best part about this is that “uptown funk” makes an absolutely BANGER pair with “hamlet”
#i wrote this while in a pit of despair#“fill my cup#put some liquor in it”#that is literally so hamlet#it vibes so hard you gotta believe me#guess how much sleep i had before i wrote this#girls hit your hallelujah amiright#horatio ft the guards#this shit SLAPS im telling you.#hamlet: “i’m too hot!” horatio: “hot damn!”#theater#hamlet#uptown funk#mark ronson#bruno mars#shakespeare#IT WOULD BE ONE HELL OF A COLLAB#get it because both hamlet and uptown funk is world changing art#okay i’m done
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Birthday officially in 24 hours 👁️👁️
#sorry for disappearing for the past few days yall lmfaooo#my teachers have been piling everything for the last week#once i muscle through this research paper and this physics hw#im done for the next week and a half for spring break#hallelujah#EXPECT UR NORMAL NAT ACTIVITY SOON#I WILL ALSO ANSWER ALL MY DMS STARTING TOMORROW IM SO SORRY EVERYONE LMFAO#nat's rambles
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Chapter 5
You lifted your leg and kicked open the doors with a loud bang. There was a surprised yelp, the smell of garlic growing stronger now that you were in his… office, if you could call it that. It was a wide room of wall to wall bookshelves, and nestled to the side at what you could only assume was once the front desk, were at least ten computer monitors, their glow being the only light that filled the room. Sat in an office chair in front of the screens was the Riddler, his eyebrows melded with his hairline.
When he realized who you were, his surprise melted into a satisfied smirk. He looked like the cat that got the cream and it infuriated you. “Took you long enough to—”
“You!” With an enraged snarl, you lifted your laptop over your head and charged.
Fear flickered over his face, and before you managed to get halfway across the room, he pulled a pistol from under the desk. It seemed he was a trained hand, his grip was firm, the muzzle level, but it was obvious he didn’t resort to firearms often. He didn’t seem to know where to aim. At first, he pointed at your head, then moved to aim at your stomach. “Another step and I— Damn!”
When you didn’t adjust your course, a shot rang out and a sharp pinch in your gut alerted you to the fact that you had been hit. You had eaten well today, so the injury wouldn’t last. The only roadblock you had to face was if the bullet didn’t exit out of your back, but that was a problem for later. Right now, despite the white hot burning that spread from the wound, lighting each of your sensitive nerves ablaze, you were single minded in your pursuit. Edward Nygma would pay.
“Jesus Christ—” Another bang, this time the bullet clipped your ear. He was aiming to kill now. Before he could fire off another shot, your feet were planted on his desk and your fingers were wrapped around his wrist. With a squeeze, he let out a pained gasp and the weapon tumbled from his fingers onto the ground.
#batman fanfiction#edward nygma x oc#jonathan crane x oc#x reader#riddler fanfiction#scarecrow fanfiction#WHATEVAH IM DONE#YAYYYY UPDATE ITS SO LONG#and the blackmail arc begins hallelujah#anyway read my fic boy#you know you want to
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in my slutt era. no not slut i mean slutt. it's the end, it's over, i'm done
#my norwegian has deteriorated so much i can only make bad jokes now#but also im DONE w this job! hallelujah#also call that... fag slutt. lol
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im my complete and to-the-brim excitement i have not mourned for her (no tlotro) 😔
#NEXT TOUR….. RIGHT DUDES…. YEA#also i didnt get. hallelujah or take over. its fine. but i need to see them in my lifetime#im so glad that theyre having a blast playing doldrums its incredible that this is happening#best tour theyve ever done and i was there???????!?? so thankful.#before the adrenaline kicked in for the rest of the show i almost sobbed during lftos because i was so happy. i love you fob#skulltxt
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I want you to know that I voted chiro just for u. and for hallelujah but mainly for u
Anon I am on my knee kissing ur hand like an honored knight
And just for you and for our important cause I did decide that work could wait for like 5min for them
#ask#or like Im close to done with my daily tasks so Im not busy But. Id rather not have someone walk into me just doodling in the lab...#this ask will stay with me btw i love u anon#please vote Chiro for Chiro And Hallelujah And me 😎
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set myself a timer so i wouldnt get distracted but the timer was so loud i almost had a heart attack stopped writing in the middle of a word and now i forgot where i was going w this already needlessly convoluted sentence. awesome
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I'm free.... I'm finally gluten free.......
#no more bread store forever!!!!!!!!!!!!#no more crumbs no more fruit flies no more writing schedules no more gloves im DONE#and it was a good last day. the new mgr and i are bros now#anyway HOORAY#gonna celebrate by going camping this weekend. hallelujah#man i need a new year. come on 5784 lets do this
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please dear lord someone give me the strength I need to stop procrastinating and start studying for my history final tomorrow
#ibdp#hyanthis speaks#cant believe im almost done with hs hallelujah#after tomorrow ill only have 5 exams to go
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IM DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL FOLKS LETS GOOOOOOOOO
Celebratory doodles of my dad and best friend praising me TwT
#self ship#self shipping#platonic f/o#familial f/o#IM DONE HALLELUJAH BABEY-#☀️🐺#🍎apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree🐺
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I got tagged by @tesho-travels to do ten songs I have on loop lately!
1. Danny by Grover Anderson and Jimbo Scott
2. My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars by Mitski
3. The entire Equalizer Robobs playlist
4. Goodbye Yellowbrick Road by Elton John
5. Funeral Pyres from ARISTOS: the Musical
6. Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet by Fall Out Boy
7. Hallelujah
8. This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller
9. Telephone Wire from Fun Home
10. Draft Dodger Rag by Pete Seeger
Tagging @nosongunsung11 @wildfandom @coyotefang1987 @lemonade-comet @nplutonian @theparallaxview @dogliker73 !!! And anyone else who wants to do it just say I tagged you I like seeing people’s music
#1. bops. slaps. extremely guy extremely story kinda gender just overall a good time we love to see it#throw the old rug over him here he’ll sleep it off#etc#2. KILL MEEEEEEEE IN JERUSALEM KILL MEEEEEEE IN JERUSALEM#dead girl rage. sparkly.#3. cheating but it’s not any of the songs in particular?? also I’m not putting the Beatles on this list even for Maxwell’s Silver Hammer#4. I’m normal. I’m normal. I’m so normal. Incredibly normal about Catalyzer robobs#also it’s just a Good Ass Song#5. okay not like. actually listening to. but I did loop it for 6 hours while writing the legionfic the other night#which is both ‘a lot’ and ‘lately’#so#6. AND DOES YOUR HUSBAND KNOW THE WAY THAT THE SUNSHINE GLEAMS FROM YOUR WEDDING BAND#insane about that song forever.#7. recently diagnosed with Hallelujah Guy TM in the groupchat and that’s a kind of guy I really like to be#8. YOURE NO GOOD YOURE NO GOOD YOU COULD KILL ME AND YOU SHOULD IM AN IDIOT FOR THINKING THIS WAS ANYTHING BUT BLOOD#ON THE WALL ON THE COUCH ON THE CORNER OF MY MOUTH YOU MUST LIKE BEING THE VICTIM YOUVE DONE NOTHING TO GET OUT#etc.#slaps. fucks. goes so hard.#also the carburetor robobs.#9. god I am so. fuckin Christ. this song did not have to hit so damn hard#i can feel the wind off of it I can taste the color of the sky. you know#/make this not the past/#10. saRGE IM ONLY 18 🥺 I GOT A RUPTURED SPLEEN 😖 AND I ALWAYS CARRY A PURSE! 💅 I GOT EYES LIKE A BAT 😵 AND MY FEET ARE FLAT 😩 AND MY ASTHMA’#S GETTING WORSE 🤧#slaps. bops.#also reminds me that most people were not taught extensively how to dodge the draft growing up
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agshdjdkf as i was rewatching the video just now i was looking at the oboe guy and thinking of you (rip to it being a trumpet solo but I couldn't find a shot of a trumpet player </3)
the burden of being an oboist is knowing that anytime someone i know sees anything oboe related their like "wow just like sasha :)" except half the time it's a clarinet they mean and not an oboe so thanks for at least knowing what an oboe is
#i did a masterclass with one of the met oboists once so now everytime i watch a met recording im like 👁️👁️ whenever theres a shot of the#orchestra trying to spy if she's playing or not#(it's not the guy in that barbiere vid tho idk who that is)#also like weirdly oboe is sometimes a sub for trumpet? the timbre can be similar in certain contexts esp in baroque music ig#but theyre really not that similar so idk what the deal is with that exactly#i just know that whenever ive done the hallelujah chorus without a trumpet they make me do that descending bit at 'king of kings'#or wherever it's at#sasha answers#malcolm-f-tucker
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