#seduction at the disco

[rizlowwritessortof]

@jacklesversebingo Square #3!

Written for Jacklesversebingo2024. The prompt for this one is 'Come on. I'll show you how to dance.' This went a little bit of a different direction than I expected, but I think I like it - hope you do, too!

The big Founder's Day party for Vought International is a 70's disco theme, and your friend Camille has talked you into going, even though you'd rather stay home with a book and glass of wine. You never imagined you'd be dancing the night away with your superhero crush.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2992

Warnings: Nothing but smut (and maybe a little glimpse through the cracks in Soldier Boy's armor)

Dividers thanks to @firefly-graphics

You walk up to the entrance, shivering a little as a brisk late-October breeze dances around your bare legs and ruffles your skirt. You hand the expressionless suited man at the door your Vought ID, and he nods, waving you by.

You’re not sure why you came. You are a low-level executive assistant at Vought, and you’re honestly surprised that they have bothered to invite people at your pay grade to this Founder’s Day party. You know very few people that you work with, and you would much rather be at home in front of your fireplace in your fuzzy socks with a glass of wine. But you had promised your coworker, Camille, that you would come.

“It’ll be fun! We get to dress up retro and cut loose on the company’s dime! And who knows? You might get a chance to dance with a supe!”

The whole night was planned around a 70’s disco theme. You had raided a vintage clothing store and found the perfect dress, a jewel-toned blue that shimmers in the light, the fabric soft and clingy, with a skirt that will whirl when you dance. If you dance. And if you don’t break your neck in the platform heels you’re wearing. You even tried to curl your hair in the Farrah Fawcett style, but you’re not sure if you really succeeded. Oh, well, not like anybody will really notice anyway, right?

Vought has rented the entire night club for the event, and you’re a little intimidated at the number of people attending. Once again, visions of sitting by your fireplace where you’re safe and alone flash through your mind, and you’re tempted to turn around and leave. But you hear your name, and turn to see Camille rushing towards you, her mouth open in amazement. “Oh my God, girl, you look fantastic! Where did you find that dress?”

She proceeds to pull you into the main room, over to a table she has already claimed, and you hang your jacket on the back of your chair and let her lead you to the bar. “Tequila sunrise, please,” you order, glancing around the room. They have gone all out for this – two huge mirrored disco balls hang above a lighted dance floor, both inactive at the moment. There is music playing in the background, but the DJ hasn’t started the show yet, giving more people a chance to arrive. The bartender slides your drink over with a wink and flirty smile, and you smile back. He’s dressed for the theme, right down to his puka shell choker.

By the time the DJ is in full swing, you are actually enjoying yourself. Of course, the tequila is probably helping, but you had expected to be heading back home by this time. A few people are on the dance floor, but you haven’t ventured out there yet. More tequila is probably needed for that.

It’s fun seeing all the 70’s costumes, but most of the supes in attendance are just wearing their normal suits, and it’s kind of a disappointment. Of course, they’re all in their own orbit – most of them wouldn’t be caught dead fraternizing with Vought peons.

Flirty bartender has just handed you your third (you think?) drink when a smooth, deep baritone interrupts your conversation. “Well, well, well - where has Vought been hiding you?”

You turn to face a broad chest, leading up to even broader shoulders, and from there… “S-Soldier Boy?” you stammer, instantly star-struck. You have never actually seen him in person, and he’s more than impressive. He has actually embraced the theme, dressed in a silky shirt swirled with iridescent blues and purples, open far enough to expose a pair of gold chains gleaming against his tanned chest. His light-colored bell bottoms are clinging to his powerful thighs, and they are doing nothing to hide his other – assets.

“Oh, kitten, you can call me Ben.” The tone of his voice is like a caress, and you nod, unable to speak at the moment. You take a swallow of your drink, watching as he turns to lean an elbow on the bar. “Seriously, why have I never seen you before?”

You clear your throat, trying to keep your heart from pounding its way out of your chest. “I work in the accounting department. I don’t suppose you get in there very often.”

He scoffed. “Never. Numbers are not my job. But I might have to find a reason to check in once in a while, if they’re keeping gems like you hidden in there.” You’re blushing, or it’s the alcohol, but either way, your temperature is rising. “So – how about a dance?”

You duck your head, embarrassed. “I – I don’t really know how. Especially this kind of dancing, I’ve never…”

He reaches over to take your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, and your mind immediately begins to imagine his touch on other more intimate parts of your body. “Come on. I’ll show you how to dance. After all, I was here in the 70’s, you know. I practically invented The Hustle.”

You’re a little panicked as he leads you towards the dance floor, and you glance back at your table. Camille is staring at you with her mouth hanging open. The flashing lights make you a little dizzy as he pulls you close, his hand large and firm on the small of your back, holding you close to his body. He’s warm, and solid, and when he starts to move, he just guides you along with him. “It’s just like making love, baby doll – feel the rhythm and go with it.”

By the time you’re almost through the second song, you’re getting the hang of it. “You’re doing great. All you have to do is let your body do what it feels.” He leans closer, his lips next to your ear. “Your body’s got my body feeling all kinds of things I can’t do out here on the dance floor.” His hand moves down a little farther, and the movement of his hips is causing sparks to run up your spine. “Hold on, kitten,” he says, then spins you out away from him, twirling you and then bringing you back close, grinning down at you as he dips you back before bringing you upright again. You look up at him, your eyes sparkling as you laugh. “See, you just have to let go. Having fun?”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” you answer a little breathlessly, letting him have the lead and following as best you can. You’re not perfect, but he’s strong enough and accomplished enough to keep you where you need to be, and you are not hating the feeling of being held tight in his arms. The two of you are drawing some attention, and he obviously loves it, shamelessly showing off and bringing you along for the ride. You dance your way through Stayin’ Alive, Car Wash, Boogie Fever, Funky Town and yes, even The Hustle. When the DJ announces that he’s taking a break, you are a little relieved. You need a cold drink and to get off your feet for a while.

You move to head towards the bar, but Ben stops you, grabbing hold of your hand. “Come with me – I’ve got a nice, quiet spot where we can cool off.”

As soon as the two of you leave the main room, Ben backs you against the wall, his eyes fixed on yours. He bends to kiss you, slow and sensual, and when he finally raises his head, you stand there stunned for a moment. Of course, like many women, you’ve dreamed of this – but it’s so much more than you could have imagined. Then he takes you by the hand, and you follow him around the corner and down the hall. He opens a door and leads you into a lavish office, complete with a living room area and a full bar. “Want a drink?”

“I just need some water,” you say, your eyes scanning the room. “So – do you own this place or something?”

Ben laughs. “No, just a frequent flyer. Owner lets me use this room if I need, you know, a little privacy.” He hands you a bottle of water, opening one for himself and downing almost the whole bottle.

You stare at his lips and his throat as he swallows, feeling your body flush hot, finally pulling your eyes away and drinking a good portion of your water as well. You wander around the room, examining things here and there, the whole night feeling a little surreal. “So – can I ask you a question?”

“I’m an open book, baby doll.”

You pause your exploring, leaning your back against the front of the bar, looking up at him as he moves to stand in front of you. “Why am I here? I mean, why are you spending time with me? You go out with supermodels and movie stars. I’m just an executive assistant in the accounting department, just an ordinary girl, nowhere close to the glamorous people you’re usually with.”

He looks down at you, the back of his fingers brushing over your cheek. “The thing is – the people around me, they are always putting on an act. Trying to do or be or look like what they think I want. Not an authentic one in the bunch. It gets old. Sometimes – well, sometimes I just want to be with somebody real. Someone sweet and genuine,” he says as he gazes into your eyes. “Somebody who doesn’t put on an act. Somebody who just is who they are. So maybe I can fucking let down my guard for a little while.” There’s a fleeting flash of vulnerability in his eyes, gone so quickly you’re not sure you actually saw it.

His response to your question is unexpected, and you look up at him, debating with yourself for a moment. Then you step up close to him and reach to put your hands behind his neck, standing on tiptoe to press your lips to his. He sets his water behind you on the bar and slips a hand around to your back, urging you closer, the fingers of his other hand tangling in your hair as he angles his mouth over yours and deepens the kiss.

You cling tighter to him, your heart pounding, as he scoops you up and carries you over to the large sofa, lowering you down and hovering over you, your lips still sealed with his. Your eyes flutter open as he lifts his head, and he stares down at you with a warmth in his eyes that sets your pulse racing. “If you don’t want this, now’s the time to tell me,” he says, watching you closely for a reaction, but you pull him back down and kiss him again, no question at all in your mind. You want him, and you’re pretty sure your stars won’t align this way again.

Somehow he manages to slip his hands underneath you and unzip your dress, and he soon has it down around your waist. He stops, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks his fill. “You’re a beautiful girl,” he says, his voice rough with arousal as he palms your breast with one large hand, bending to flick his tongue over the nipple of the other. You let out a breathless moan, and he chuckles quietly as he sucks a mark into your soft flesh, one hand slipping up beneath your dress to explore the heat between your thighs. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, his mouth still teasing at your nipples, making you arch up underneath him. You are aching with the desire for more, and you let out a desperate whine.

He tugs at your nipple with his teeth before raising his head to look down at you, then standing up and taking your hand to help you to your feet. “Let’s get rid of this dress, shall we?” He slips the silky garment over your head and tosses it over a nearby chair. “Much better. And you won’t be needing these.” He tears your panties apart with one tug, dropping them to the floor, then pushes you gently back down on the couch. “Now, where were we?”

His lips are hungry as he bends to kiss you, his hands roaming over your skin. He finally slips a finger inside you, and your hips lift up to meet his touch. “Oh, you want more,” he teases as he lifts his head to watch your face, adding another finger and stroking inside you until he gets the reaction he’s waiting for. “Feel good, baby doll?” You nod, soft little noises escaping your lips, and you buck up hard as he begins to rub at your clit with his thumb. He ramps up the speed, and you are almost in tears, so desperate to relieve the tension in your body. When he moves his other hand to pull and twist at your nipple, that tension snaps and you cry out as you come, faintly hearing his soft, victorious laugh.

When he pulls his fingers free, you slowly let your eyes drift open, watching him suck his fingers clean. “You think that was good, just wait,” he says, raising up to one knee, his other foot planted on the floor as he unfastens his pants and pulls them down to free himself. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the sight – he is bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you’re a little uneasy.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take it slow,” he says, and you swallow hard, nodding as he watches you. He lowers himself down, scooping one arm beneath your knee as he slots himself between your thighs and begins to push inside you. He nuzzles at your neck, whispering, “Relax,” and you take a deep breath and try. He’s not hurting you, but the stretch is intense, and you grasp at his biceps, your nails digging in. He continues slowly, a low groan in his throat when he is finally flush with your body. “Good girl.”

You shudder hard, and he crushes his lips to yours again as he moves, just slightly at first, allowing you to adjust to him. Then he raises his head, looking into your eyes as he begins to thrust, slowly building up to a steady rhythm, each stroke becoming harder, deeper. Your quiet little whimpers and moans are getting louder as he ramps up, fucking into you at a furious pace, so deep it almost aches, but it feels so damn good that you never want it to stop. “Such a sweet, tight pussy,” he growls out, and you begin to wail and shout his name as he pounds into you. “Come on, baby doll, I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

And you do, so hard it feels as if every cell in your body explodes, your cunt gripping him so tight he swears. “Fuck!” He keeps driving into you as you clutch mindlessly at him, hoarsely crying out his name. You are finally starting to come down when he lets out a long, low moan and unloads, flooding you with heat and sending aftershocks through you that make you clench your teeth, whimpering as you finally go limp underneath him.

When you walk out of the bathroom a while later, after getting dressed and doing damage control to your hair and makeup, Ben is standing at the bar. He finishes snorting something white off the bar top before tossing back the remainder of his whiskey. “So, time for the real party to start?” you ask quietly, going to retrieve your shoes from beside the door.

He clears his throat. “Gotta go mingle with the elite, part of the job,” he says, watching you slip your shoes back on. “And doing that sober? No thanks.”

“Then why do you do it?”

His voice is different when he answers – cocky, arrogant. “Hey, I’m America’s first superhero. That’s my fucking life, baby doll.” He turns to look at you. “Looks like maybe you’re done for the night.” He smirks. “Did I wear you out?”

You stare back at him. “I liked you better before. When you were just being Ben. Soldier Boy might be a superhero, but I think he’s kind of a dick.” You reach for the door handle, but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

“How about I walk you out. My driver can take you home, if you want.” He sounds softer again, and you hesitate for a moment before nodding.

“That would be nice, thank you.”

He escorts you back through the club, stopping to grab your jacket. Camille is on the dance floor, so you’re spared explaining where you’ve been. He keeps a hand on the small of your back as he guides you through the crowd, and you take a deep breath of the cool, crisp air when you finally make it outside. The quiet compared to the deafening noise inside the club is a relief, and you turn to face him with a smile as his driver pulls up to the curb. “Thank you, Ben. I really did have a great time tonight.”

He responds with a crooked smile, raising a hand to touch your face. “Yeah. Me, too.” He bends to place an almost chaste kiss on your lips, then another not so chaste, leaving you with face upturned and eyes slowly fluttering open. “Do me a favor, kitten. Stay just the way you are.”

You smile up at him a little shyly, then get into the back of the car when he opens the door for you. “Good night, Ben.” You watch him standing there, lighting a cigarette (or a blunt, you’re not sure) as you pull away. “Good night, Soldier Boy,” you whisper to yourself.

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[rizlowwritessortof]

This made my day - when one of the writers you admire the most sends praise your way, it's amazing. Thank you so much!! 💖🥰

November 2024 Angel Fish Awards

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Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @leatafandom

The Oldest Trick In The Book by woundlingus (AO3)

I love Loki/Gabriel and this story was perfect. Their dynamic is just wonderful in this story. The playfulness, the baiting, the taunting, and so hot. It is truly fantastic

Of His Own Volition Day 14 and 18 by @masoena

The art is fantastic and story compliments it so well and was such a good read. Demon Dean and BloodFreak Sam are always a favorite of mine but the slow build of Demon Dean breaking Sam and training him until Sam comes to him was simply masterful. Just magnificently written.

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

His Faithful Love by @samanddean76

I'm nominating it because first: it's Gadreel/Dean, omegaverse, AND it has many of my preferred stuff. This all made me pick to be its artist. I'm also nominating it because it's very well written and I loved the little hints we got at their future together. My favorite scene was when they finally met, and the subsequent love scene - the trust and love and care was so much!!!!

What Do You Want? by bbvhrla (AO3)

Alastair/Dean is one of my fave rareships and I wish the writer had written more of this to be honest because aaaah it's amazing! I love how manipulative Alastair is honestly.

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Nominated by @ladylilithprime

Lost Long Ago (All Coming Back To Me Now) by @rodiniaorzetalthepenguin

It's a rarepair with a plausible canon divergence, a fix-it, a showing of how awesome and worthy of care Sam is, and I just love it, okay?! *flails*

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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Raking Leaves by @cloverhighfive

It was so cute! Very fluffy!!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Seduction at the Disco by @rizlowwritessortof

Riz is so good at humanizing even the most loathsome characters to show us their depths without being an apologist. Who doesn't wanna fuck *that guy* on occasion, even if he's a jerk, and who's to say it wouldn't be enjoyable and emotionally gratifying? I enjoyed the heck out of this.

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A House, the Puppy, and Everything by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This story is cute and adorable and painful and sad all at the same time. Adorable Weechesters, too adult and responsible for his age Dean, innocent and cute with the puppy eyes Sam, and the painful reality that presses the weight the world on Dean's shoulders. This killed me in all the best ways!!! *ugly sobbing fades into the distance*

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[my-soliloquy-chamber]

[annaberunoyume]

POV: WALLY DARLING SLAYS THE DANCEFLOOR AND WOOS YOU.

[thegreateyeofsauron]

imagining a world where instead of hogwarts houses people assign themselves disco elysium coprotypes

"single mom, 36, hobo-cop" pfp is her holding a lidi's bag full of empty tare (real discoheads only call it that) and and header is her posing seductively in an open dumpster

"male, 40-50ish?, single, superstar, i want to have fuck with you" pfp is him doing the expression. he's literally the actual harry du bois

[flux1563]

Performance After Concert ft ningning

Words : 6746

Tags : squirting (a lot), cum in face

Y/N leaned against the sturdy frame of the backstage curtain, his heart racing as the rhythmic thump of bass vibrated through his chest. The air had the anticipation of a crowd eagerly waiting for their heroes to emerge from the shadows. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of hairspray and the faint metallic tang of the fog machine. The vibrant lights from the stage pierced the darkness like shards of a broken disco ball, painting the floor with an ever-shifting mosaic of color. His eyes followed the pattern, but his mind was elsewhere.

Ningning, the youngest member of the K-pop sensation aespa, had always been a star that burned a little brighter for him. Her playful winks and sultry smiles during rehearsals had been his secret fuel, a silent promise of a connection that went beyond the professional. On stage, she was a force of nature—sexy, powerful, and utterly captivating. Her performances were a dance of seduction and artistry that held the audience spellbound. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it; he wanted her bad.

Her laughter, a soft melody that danced just out of reach, floated over the cacophony of the stage crew's hushed chatter. She was rehearsing her solo, her movements as precise as a ballet dancer's. Each twirl and dip sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. Her eyes, though focused on the floor, seemed to beckon him, whispering of a world where the lines between fan and star were blurred. He felt his knees wobble as the intensity of his desire grew with every beat of the music.

Y/N had never allowed himself to cross that line, not with any of the idols he'd worked with over the years. But Ningning was different. Her allure was intoxicating, and he found himself losing his grip on reality as he watched her glide through the air, suspended by invisible wires during the climax of their latest hit.

The music wound down, and the screams of the audience grew to a fever pitch. The lights dimmed, and the stage went dark. It was the last song, the final bow. As the curtains closed, he knew he had to act. He waited, heart in his throat, until the cacophony of applause and cheers grew faint. The moment she slipped away from the stage, he was right behind her, his footsteps quick and silent.

Ningning's dressing room door was unlocked, a beacon in the sea of chaos backstage. He stepped inside, shutting the door with a gentle click, the lock sliding into place. The sudden silence was deafening. She looked up, startled, her eyes wide with surprise—and something else. Fear. He saw it, and his stomach dropped.

"Y/N," she breathed, her voice a tremor. "What are you doing?"

He swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of panic that threatened to drown him. This wasn't what he wanted. He had just wanted to tell her how he felt, to finally express the emotions that had been building within him for months. But now, with the lock clicked in place, the room felt suffocating. He took a step closer, his hands coming up in a gesture that was supposed to be comforting, but she flinched away, her chair scraping against the floor.

"I just wanted to talk," he whispered, his voice thick with desire and regret.

Ningning's eyes searched his, looking for a sign that this was all a misunderstanding. But his face, usually a mask of professionalism, was now a canvas of raw emotion. She could see it, plain as day. Fear grew in her eyes, and she began to shake.

"Please," she whispered, her voice shaking, "please leave."

Y/N took a deep breath, willing his racing heart to slow. He had to fix this. He had to tell her how much she meant to him before he lost her forever. He stepped closer, reaching out to touch her arm. Her skin was warm and soft, but she was as rigid as a statue. He could feel the tension radiating from her body.

With a gentle touch, he tried to reassure her, but his hand slipped, and before he knew it, he had grabbed her shoulder, pulling her towards him. Her eyes widened, and she gasped as his lips found hers. It was a desperate kiss, full of all the longing he had held back for so long. She tasted of sweet cherry lip balm and the faint tang of the stage's dry ice. He felt her initial resistance, but then she went still, frozen in place.

The moment was electric, a silent battle of wills. He deepened the kiss, his other hand finding its way to her chest. He squeezed her breast, feeling the firmness beneath the fabric of her costume. His thumb brushed against her nipple, and she let out a small moan. But it wasn't a sound of pleasure—it was one of pain.

"Ahh...stop it," Ningning murmured, pushing at his chest with trembling hands. "It hurts."

Y/N's eyes shot open, and he realized the weight of his own hands. He had squeezed too hard, lost in his own desire. He immediately let go, his face contorted with a mix of horror and desperation. "Ningning, I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to—"

Before he could finish, she slapped him. The sound echoed through the small dressing room like a gunshot. "Get off me," she hissed, her voice laced with fear and anger.

He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Please," he said, his voice low and urgent, "don't scream. If we get caught, it'll be a scandal in K-pop. Your reputation will be ruined."

Ningning's eyes searched the room, looking for an escape. She knew the power of scandals in the industry; they could end a career in an instant. She took a shaky breath, her chest heaving with the effort not to cry. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N stepped closer, his eyes pleading. "I just want to make you feel good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're so beautiful, Ningning. I can't help it."

He leaned in for another kiss, and she didn't resist this time. His hands found their way back to her breasts, squeezing them gently this time, his thumbs teasing the hardened peaks. Despite herself, she felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch even though her mind screamed for him to stop.

The kiss grew more intense, his tongue slipping past her lips to dance with hers. She could feel his hands moving down her body, unclipping her costume with surprising ease. The fabric fell away, revealing her naked skin beneath. He groaned into her mouth, his hands cupping her breasts with a possessive hunger that sent a bolt of arousal through her. She tried to push him away again, but her body was responding, her nipples tightening with every stroke of his thumbs.

With a final tug, her costume fell to the floor. She was exposed before him, vulnerable and terrified. He kissed his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Her breath hitched, and she felt a warm wetness spread between her legs. It was confusing—she didn't want this, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to the inevitable.

His hands slid down her body, caressing her stomach and hips before finally reaching the apex of her thighs. He began to rub her through her lacy panties, the fabric doing little to dull the sensation. She gasped, her body arching into his touch. She knew she should be fighting harder, but the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming.

Y/N paused, looking up at her with a smug grin. "See, Ningning, you want this too."

Her eyes snapped open, and she shoved him away with all her strength. "No," she said firmly, "I don't want this."

The smugness faded from his face, replaced by a desperate hunger. He took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. "But...you're responding to me."

Ningning looked down at her body, at the evidence of her body's traitorous response, and felt a mix of anger and shame. "It doesn't mean I want it," she spat, her voice shaking. "It just means my body is a whore, and I can't control it."

Y/N took the opening, his mouth curling into a smug grin. "So just accept the fact that you are a whore, Ningning," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again.

This time, she didn't resist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, accepting the kiss with a passion she didn't know she had. Her tongue met his, dancing and fighting in a battle of lust and anger. Her body responded to the familiarity of his touch, the heat of his skin, and the taste of his mouth. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he kissed her harder.

With surprising agility, he hoisted her onto the dressing room table, her legs draping over the edge. She felt the coolness of the surface against her skin as he stepped between her thighs. His hands moved to her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. With a deft twist, it released, and the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air. He took one in his hand, squeezing and kneading gently before his mouth closed around her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Ahh, Y/N, so good," she moaned, the words escaping her lips before she could stop them. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body, her core tightening in response.

He took it as an invitation, his hand sliding down her stomach and under the elastic band of her panties. His touch was gentle as he explored her folds, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Ningning bit her lip, trying to keep the sound of her pleasure from escaping the confines of the dressing room. She didn't want anyone else to hear, didn't want to be caught in this compromising position.

Y/N's kisses grew bolder, moving down her chest and over her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When his mouth reached the juncture of her thighs, she stiffened, her hands clutching the edge of the table. His eyes met hers, and she saw the hunger in them, the need to taste her. She nodded, giving him the permission he needed.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her pink, glistening pussy. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before him, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her clit. Ningning's eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to control the moan that wanted to tear from her throat. She knew that if anyone heard, their secret would be out, and she'd be ruined.

Y/N's tongue traced the delicate folds of her sex, savoring her sweetness. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he explored her with an intensity that made her toes curl. He could feel her trembling beneath his touch, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her. Just as she was about to scream out in pleasure, he reached up and pushed her panties into her mouth, muffling her sounds of ecstasy.

"Ahh, so good," she managed to mumble around the fabric, her eyes watering slightly from the sudden gag. The sensation of being silenced only added to the eroticism of the moment, and she found herself arching her back, pushing her pelvis closer to his face. He took this as an invitation to delve deeper, his tongue circling her clit with a fervor that made her legs quiver.

With one hand, he began to rub her clit in time with the movements of his tongue. The other hand slid two fingers into her wetness, curling them to hit just the right spot. Ningning's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her own panties to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Her body was on fire, and she could feel an orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she hadn't known was possible.

Y/N could feel her getting closer, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking her clit with rapid strokes, his fingers pumping in and out of her in a relentless rhythm. She was close, so close, and the power of giving her pleasure was intoxicating.

But just as the dam was about to break, Ningning reached down and pulled the fabric from her mouth with a wet pop. "I'm a squirter, Y/N," she panted, her eyes wild with desire and a hint of fear. "Pull your face away, I don't want to ruin your face."

Her warning came just in time. He barely had a second to react before a warm gush of liquid spurted out, soaking his cheeks and chin. But instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, eager to taste her release. He licked up her juices, savoring the sweet, musky flavor. She bucked against his face, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

Ningning's eyes widened with shock and a strange kind of awe as he drank from her, swallowing every drop without hesitation. It was a display of dominance and submission that sent a thrill through her. Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

As the last spasms of pleasure subsided, she looked down at him, her eyes glazed with passion. He grinned up at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Ningning couldn't help the flush that crept up her cheeks. Despite the fear and confusion, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She had never been with a man who was so eager to please her, so eager to taste her. It was empowering in a twisted kind of way.

Her hand found his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He stood up, his erection straining against his pants. "My turn," he growled, his voice animalistic.

Ningning nodded, her body already anticipating his touch. She slid off the table, her legs still wobbly from the intensity of her climax. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her arousal on her breath. Then he stepped back and began to unbuckle his pants, revealing his thick, throbbing cock.

It was indeed large, and Ningning couldn't help but stare. "It's...big i can't wrap it with my hand" she murmured, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Y/N chuckled, stroking the length of his cock with a proud smirk. "Twelve inches of pure pleasure," he assured her, "you can take it, Ningning. You're a star, remember?".

Ningning's eyes widened in both excitement and fear. She had heard rumors about his size, but seeing it up close was something else entirely. She nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay," she whispered, "be gentle."

Y/N leaned in, his cock brushing against her cheek. She felt the heat radiating off of it, and the smell of his arousal filled her nose. He took her hand, guiding it to his shaft. "Wrap your hand around it," he instructed, his voice strained with desire.

Ningning did as she was told, her small hand barely can't able to fit around the girth of his erection. She marveled at the velvety softness of his skin and the steel-like hardness beneath it. He groaned, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them again, his gaze locking with hers. "Use your mouth," he urged, his voice low and rough.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned down, her eyes never leaving his. She took the tip of his cock between her lips, the taste of him salty and faintly musky. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly. Encouraged, she took more of him in, her mouth stretching around his size. He was thick and long, and she had to adjust her grip to keep from gagging. She had never felt so full, so used.

As she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head, she could feel his hand in her hair, guiding her movements. His grip was firm but not painful, and she found herself getting lost in the rhythm. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth was strange, but not unpleasant. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

"Ur throat is so warm," Y/N murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. Ningning took it as a compliment, a sign that she was doing something right. She felt a strange sense of pride in her ability to please him, despite the fear that still lurked in the back of her mind.

Without warning, he grabbed her hair and thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to take all of him. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed down her gag reflex and took him deeper, her throat adjusting to his size. She could feel the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him, taking him in until he was all the way in.

He groaned in satisfaction, his hand tightening in her hair. "Good girl," he breathed, and she felt a thrill at the words. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to his praise. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out with each movement, her tongue swirling around the tip.

Y/N started to fuck her mouth with more urgency, his hips thrusting in time with her movements. She could feel the veins in his cock pulsing, and she knew he was close. Her own arousal grew with each grunt and groan he made, and she found herself rubbing her clit, her other hand gripping the edge of the table for balance.

The room was filled with the sounds of his hips slapping against her face and the wet noises of her mouth. It was a symphony of desire, and she was the star performer. His breathing grew ragged, and she knew he was about to come. She braced herself, her heart racing with anticipation.

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep in her throat, and she felt the hot spurt of his cum fill her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes watering and her throat constricting around him. He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop.

Ningning sat back on her heels, her mouth still full of his seed. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning. He stared down at her, his expression a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "You took all of me," he said, his voice filled with awe. "No one's ever done that before."

The power dynamics in the room shifted slightly, and she felt a thrill of control. She had taken something from him, something no one else had. And she had enjoyed it. "Swallow," he ordered, his voice firm.

Ningning did as she was told, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. She watched as he tucked his cock back into his pants, the fabric straining against his girth. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but she knew she didn't regret it.

He leaned down, his hand cupping her face. "You're mine now, Ningning," he said, his voice a whisper. "Mine to do with as I please."

A shiver ran down her spine, and she nodded, knowing that she was in too deep to back out now. The line had been crossed, and there was no turning back.

"What do you want next, Ningning?" Y/N asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent a jolt of excitement through her.

"Make me squirt again, Y/N," she said, her eyes half-lidded and full of desire. "With your cock this time."

Y/N's smile grew even more predatory at her request. He stepped closer to her, his erection still standing proud. He reached down and grabbed her hips, spinning her around so that she faced the dressing room mirror. "Bend over," he said, his voice low and authoritative.

Ningning did as she was told, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She placed her palms flat on the cool surface of the mirror, her breath fogging the glass. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her wetness. He didn't bother with foreplay; he was too eager to claim her again. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror.

The sensation of his length inside her was overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her out, filling her completely.

"I haven't moved yet," Y/N said, his voice low and smug. Ningning's eyes widened in the mirror, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She had squirted again, just from the initial penetration. It was as if her body had betrayed her, revealing the depth of her arousal without her consent.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his hands caressing her hips. "It feels amazing."

Ningning could only whimper in response, her body still reeling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. "Because of your twelve inches," she managed to say, her voice a mix of awe and pain.

Y/N chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to move. He thrust in and out of her with a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into her ass with each stroke. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched their reflection in the mirror. His cock was indeed large, stretching her to her limits, but she found herself craving more of him. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her, and she squirted again, her pussy spasming around him.

Her squirt didn't seem to slow him down. If anything, it only made him more feral, more determined to claim her fully. His hips moved like a piston, his cock driving into her with a force that made her knees tremble. She watched as her own juices coated his shaft, her squirt mixing with their sweat to create a slick mess.

Her eyes never left the mirror as she watched her body respond to him. She could see the way her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples tight and pink. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. It was like watching a scene from one of those adult films she had always been too shy to admit she enjoyed. But this was real. This was happening to her.

And she couldn't get enough. Despite the fear, despite the guilt, she found herself pushing back against him, her body begging for more. Each rough thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head. She felt another orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that she knew would be even more powerful than the last.

"I'm going to come again," she moaned, the words torn from her throat.

Y/N growled in response, his grip on her hips tightening even more. He slammed into her, his cock hitting her g-spot with unerring precision. She felt the tension in her body coil tighter and tighter, her muscles clenching around him. And then she was coming, squirting all over the dressing room floor, her pussy contracting around his thick shaft.

He didn't stop, didn't even pause.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," Y/N groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he watched their reflection in the mirror. Ningning could feel his cock stretching her, filling her so completely that she thought she might burst. But she didn't. Instead, she took it, her body adapting to the intrusion with a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to handle.

Her legs trembled, threatening to give out from beneath her. She leaned heavily against the mirror, her body shaking uncontrollably with each deep, punishing stroke. She couldn't believe she was taking all of him, that she was letting him use her so roughly. But she was, and she was loving it.

Her orgasm went on and on, her pussy spasming around his cock in a never-ending crescendo of pleasure. And then, just as she was about to reach the peak, she felt his hand tighten around her throat, cutting off her air supply. She gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror.

"Don't come inside me, Y/N," she managed to choke out, her voice a desperate whine. "It's not my safe day."

He stilled, his eyes darkening. "You don't want my cum in you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Ningning's eyes never left the mirror as she nodded. "No," she whispered, "not this time."

With a grunt, he pulled out of her, the sudden emptiness making her gasp. She felt the warm gush of her squirt run down her thighs, a stark reminder of the power he had over her body. He stepped back, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. She watched as he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving her face.

"On your knees," he said, his voice a command.

Ningning didn't hesitate. She sank to the floor, her knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. He stepped closer, positioning himself in front of her. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and she did, her tongue peeking out to catch the last drops of her squirt that clung to his shaft.

His hand tightened around his base, and he jerked off, the muscles in his arm flexing with each movement. She could see the veins in his cock pulsing, the head dark and swollen with his impending release. And then, with a roar, he came.

The first shot hit her right between the eyes, the second and third splattering across her nose and cheeks. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his cum coat her face. It was a strange mix of satisfaction and humiliation, and she didn't know which she liked more.

He kept coming, painting her with his seed, until his cock was finally empty. She sat back on her heels, his cum dripping down her face and chin. She could feel it on her neck and chest, sticky and hot.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Now, clean up."

Ningning opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. She reached up, her hand shaking slightly, and began to wipe the cum from her face. She licked her lips, savoring the salty taste of him. It was wrong, but it was also exhilarating, like nothing she had ever felt before.

As she cleaned herself up, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging, as if she had been made for this moment. Her body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, and she knew she would never forget the feeling of his cock inside her, the way he had claimed her so completely.

They were silent for a moment, their breaths ragged in the quiet of the dressing room. And then, without warning, she felt the heat of his cum-covered cock against her cheek. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and questioning.

"You're mine," he said again, his voice a dark whisper. "And I'll do this to you every day if you let me."

The thrill that shot through her was undeniable. She knew she should be disgusted, should be pushing him away. But instead, she leaned into the touch, her body begging for more. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a needy whine. "I'm yours."

Their eyes met in the mirror, and she knew that she was lost. This was the start of something dangerous, something that could ruin her career. But she didn't care. For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive, truly seen. And she knew she would do anything to keep feeling this way.

Y/N leaned down, his hand tangling in her hair, and pulled her face closer to his still-hard cock. "Prove it," he whispered, his eyes glinting with challenge.

And without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took him in, eager to taste him once more, to show him just how much she belonged to him. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, and she could feel the tension building in his body.

With each stroke of her mouth, she felt his cock swell, the taste of his precum making her own arousal spike once again. She squirted around him, her body betraying her fear with its desperate need for more. She was lost in the moment, her mind a haze of pleasure and submission.

Y/N watched in the mirror as her beautiful face contorted with the effort of taking him deep, his cum painting her features. He felt a primal surge of satisfaction at the sight, a possessive growl escaping his lips as he neared his climax.

"Swallow," he grunted, and she obeyed, her throat muscles working to take all of him. He pulled out, and she eagerly took his cock between her lips, sucking hard until he came, his semen spurting into her mouth and down her throat.

The taste of him was addictive, and she found herself craving more. Her own body was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she couldn't deny the need for his release. She felt the warmth of his cum in her belly, a reminder of her submission.

As she sat back on her heels, her eyes never leaving the mirror, she knew that she was his. The fear of discovery was still there, the knowledge that this could ruin her, but it only added to the thrill. She licked her lips, savoring the last of his taste, and met his gaze in the reflection.

"I'm yours," she repeated, the words coming out as a sultry purr.

Ningning's heart raced as she leaned back on the dressing room table, her legs spread wide to expose her glistening pussy. She could feel the warmth of her cum still pooling around her, a testament to her unbridled arousal. Her pussy remained open, a tempting 'O' that seemed to beckon Y/N closer. She watched as he took in the sight, his eyes dark with desire, his cock still standing proud despite his recent release.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to fuel Ningning's need for more. She reached down, her fingers tracing the slick folds of her sex. "Look," she murmured, her voice husky. "It won't close, Y/N. It's begging for you."

Y/N stepped closer, his breath hitching as he took in the sight before him. Her pussy was indeed gaping, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the sight of her, so open and vulnerable. He reached out, his thumb brushing against her still-sensitive clit, and she jolted at the contact.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "Your juices are still flowing for me."

Ningning nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She had never been so exposed, so raw, and it was a heady feeling.

"How long does it keep coming for you?" Y/N asked, his eyes dark with curiosity as he stared at her still-dripping pussy.

Ningning felt a blush creep up her neck, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and arousal. "I don't know exactly," she admitted, her voice a soft whisper. "It feels like hours, but I think it's only been about fifteen minutes."

Y/N chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "So obedient," he murmured, stroking her clit with the pad of his thumb. "And so beautifully responsive."

Ningning's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. She felt a strange sense of pride at his words, a thrill that she could elicit such reactions from him. It was wrong, she knew, but it was also intoxicating.

Y/N's chuckle grew louder, the sound echoing through the dressing room as he took in her exposed, trembling form. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his thumb still teasing her clit. "It's like you were made for this."

Ningning's eyes snapped open, meeting his in the mirror. There was something in his gaze that made her stomach flutter, a mix of pride and possession that she couldn't quite place. "Y/N," she breathed, her voice a plea.

He didn't need any further encouragement. He leaned down, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking upward, seeking his touch once more.

He didn't disappoint. His hand left her clit, only to be replaced by the thick head of his cock. He teased her opening, letting her feel the wetness of his precum mix with her own arousal. "Beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Ningning's body was a live wire of desire, and she couldn't help but whimper. "Please, Y/N," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Please, i want to squirt again."

Y/N's smile grew wider as he took in her pleading look. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "As you wish," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. He reached down between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit once again.

He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt her pussy clench around his fingers, her juices already starting to flow once more. He watched the reflection of their joined hands in the mirror, his own eyes dark with lust as he worked her body like an instrument.

Her breath hitched, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building. "Faster," she panted, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Please, make me squirt again."

Obliging, Y/N increased the speed of his movements, his fingers sliding in and out of her slick channel with ease. He could feel the walls of her pussy tighten around him, could see the desperation in her eyes as she chased her climax.

It didn't take long. With a keening cry, she squirted once more, the force of her orgasm making her body convulse. She watched in the mirror as her fluids sprayed across the floor, a testament to her complete surrender.

Her legs trembled as he pulled his hand away, leaving her pussy quivering and open. "So beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he took in the sight of her.

Ningning felt a strange mix of emotions - fear, excitement, and a deep sense of submission. But the fear was slowly giving way to something else, something darker and more primal. She knew she was his now, in every way that mattered. And she found she liked it.

"Got dressed, Ningning," Y/N ordered, his voice filled with a commanding tone that sent shivers down her spine. She knew she had to get back to the hotel, back to the safety of her own room, but the thought of him coming to her, taking her again, was almost too much to bear. She scurried to her feet, her legs still wobbly from the intensity of her climax. She quickly pulled her panties back on, the fabric feeling almost foreign against her sensitized flesh.

Her dress was a wrinkled mess on the floor, but she didn't care. She stepped into it, her body still quivering with need. As she pulled it up, Y/N stepped closer, his hand slipping into the fabric to caress her still-damp skin. "Remember," he said, his voice a low murmur, "you're mine."

Ningning nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She knew she was in too deep, that she was playing with fire. But she couldn't help the thrill that coursed through her at his words. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, a cocktail that made her want to both push him away and pull him closer. She zipped up her dress, the fabric clinging to her curves.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding around her waist to rest just above her ass. He squeezed gently, and she couldn't help the little gasp that escaped her. "When you get to the hotel, tell the other members you're not feeling well and need some rest. Give me your room number, and I'll come to you."

The thought of lying to her bandmates made her stomach churn, but she knew she had to. This was something she couldn't share, something she couldn't let anyone else know about. She nodded again, her heart racing. "I will," she whispered.

Y/N leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "And when I come to you," he said, his breath hot against her skin, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll scream for mercy."

Ningning felt a fresh wave of arousal at his words, her pussy clenching around nothing. She knew she should be scared, knew she should be disgusted. But all she felt was a burning need for more. She stepped away from him, her legs still unsteady.

"I'll be waiting," she murmured, her voice a soft promise.

Y/N's eyes darkened, and he stepped back, allowing her to finish dressing. She slipped on her shoes and checked her reflection in the mirror, wiping away the last traces of their encounter from her face. She looked...different, somehow. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses. She was no longer the innocent girl she had been before; she was now a woman who knew what she wanted, a woman who was willing to take it.

As she made her way out of the dressing room, she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She walked down the hallway, her heart racing with anticipation. The other members were waiting for her, their concerned faces a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside her. She gave them a forced smile, mumbling something about feeling sick and needing to rest.

Their eyes searched hers for the truth, but she kept her gaze averted, not wanting them to see the secrets she held. As she climbed into the van, she felt a strange sense of detachment, as if she was watching the scene unfold from outside her own body. But she knew that once she was alone in her hotel room, all pretense would be gone, and she would be his to do with as he pleased.

The ride to the hotel was a blur, the tension in her body almost unbearable. She could feel the stickiness of their combined fluids on her thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. She clenched her fists in her lap, willing herself to remain calm, to keep her secret hidden.

As they pulled into the hotel, she was the first to jump out, not even bothering to wait for the others. She rushed to the elevator, her mind racing with thoughts of Y/N and what he would do to her when he came to her room. She didn't know if she could handle it, didn't know if she wanted to handle it, but she knew she couldn't resist the siren call of his desire.

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I want legit Batfam rep.None of that 'Core Four Batboys ft.Girlboss Babs™️' nonesense,i want:

Afrolatino/third gen dominican inmigrant on both parents' side Jason who went to Ethiopia to find his 'real mom' because he discovered he had ethiopian ancestry and that black diaspora trauma took over even with all the connections to his dominicano roots his guardians made sure to give him

5th Robin Duke who gets officially adopted by Bruce at 11 due to Elaine and Doug's Jokerization happening way earlier and is autistic as the cause of his troubled kid status and fem/punk presenting just naturally and runs away from home post a Year One run and ends up getting taken in by The Outlaws as their Robin,most of all Jason(who is also autistic)'s and Jason's Duke's Robin right back

(And a complete overhaul of Rhato 2011 and Rebirth Rhato except Artemis as a member since everything about it except her was layer after layer of bigotry and just poor writing choices)

Blasian/jamaicain-korean Stephanie with a silk press in her early Spoiler days but starting to wear her hair natural as Robin which escalates into butterfly locs and purple hair dye and who's fat because fat black girls deserve to be confident and pastel and fun and smart and punk without masculinization and seen as beautiful without her love interests having to 'learn to love her beyond skin deep' first and also has an addiction to bubble waffles specifically

Butch comphet lesbian Cass with a deeply complicated relathionship to femininity and girlhood she can't even begin to put into words a good deal after she learns how to talk but has a gender journey of learning she dosen't need men to be a woman nor white western femininity or white western masculininty to be a valid lesbian.Also,her employing her tradgoth subculture with her chinese roots too and befriending other easian/woc tradgoths

Transfem4transfem Stephcass consisting of Cass and Stephanie falling in love with eachother's girlhood as much as they do eachother as people and Stephanie as an early egg crack that diy's her own estrogen and gender affirming clothes guiding Cass in transfeminism as both best friendship and a flirting/seduction tactic.Them growing to start a big biofamily too as Cass didn't want bottom surgery

Cherokee on Janet's side Tim and not malicious but white ass ignorant dad Jack that didn't teach him his culture so Tim takes it into his own hands and ends up a long haired skapunk urban eco-activist with a huge collection of shirts with messages/memes that make white people uncomfortable and doning the mantle 'Hawk' as an adult and visiting his mom's reservation in her hometown during Red Robin 2009

Sinti Dick who's Discowing fit takes both Disco and Bollywood influences and talks with his hands all the time and carries around homemade puffed rice candies out of habit of feeding them to his siblings as they grew up and tweaking whenever somebody calls them rice krispie treats and was gifted a rroma flag by Bruce as a 'welcome to the family gift' and jewish/romani solidarity

Kory as an official Batfam member through marriage to Dick and bonding with The Batkids,including Robin!Jason as a massive Starfire fanboy(platonically + not of Wonder Woman.Jason's black,he wouldn't view a white woman as the ultimate form of 'women i look up to'),and Mar'i and Jake as extended Batfam members too

Damian not actually being unknown to Bruce,just a surprisingly by Batfam standards well-kept secret as Bruce and Talia had him unambigiously consensually and it adding juicy angst to their relathionship as it broke Bruce's heart he could not only never see Damian but that Damian couldn't even know he existed for his own childhood safety

Talia as a stepmom who's sort not really dating Batdad but nonetheless treated Jason as her own son in his Robin days and extends it to Robin!Stephanie as an older woc and earns her the title of 'Bird Mom' by the Dead Robins Club.In the meantime,she also took over Lexcorp to turn it into an international solarpunk organization and renamed it 'Taliacorp'

Damian's team aka the All New Teen Titans consisting of an afrolatino Jon,a 6th Robin Maps,Maya,Surren,Colin,Nell,Kathy,Irey,Bobby,Nika,Keli,a transfem Laurel and Tai and mentored by Jason,Adult!Signal!Duke,an even older adult Batwoman!Stephanie and Wonder!Cassie(and even more queer heroes of color!!!)ft.T4T autistic4autistic Damimaps

Black biracial natural redhead Babs who's found siblings with Dick from the get-go and keeps trying to deny her feelings for Dinah not out of internalized lesbophobia but out of emotional constipation and refusal to let her win after all the shameless deliberately embarrasingly flirting she put her through

Bear Jason,midsized Duke and Tim,dad bod Dick,scrawny flatchested narrow-hipped Babs,stocky Damian,boft(buff but soft)Cass

Batgyal Tam given the mantle by Luke post-waking up from her comma and joining the Rhato lineup as an Honorary Outlaw

I just love the Batfam so much,okay?But DC clearly dosen't so they're mine now

[lvrsturniolo]

DISCO -M.S-

Synopsis: You weren’t supposed to be at that club, and you definitely weren’t supposed to fall into Matt Sturniolo’s arms again—but some addictions are impossible to quit. So what really goes down at the disco?

Warnings: smut, unprotected p n v (nuh uh uh), toxic matt but like fixed?, fwb dynamic, angsty in the beginning, SUPERRRR sweet sex, not proofread, that’s it I think!

Track #5 of my Aftercare- Fic Playlist

The bass thumped like a second heartbeat in your chest.

You weren’t supposed to be here—not really. Not in this underground club, not in this short of a dress, and definitely not in Matt Sturniolo’s orbit again.

But the lights were low, the air was thick with smoke and secrets, and you craved danger the same way most people crave air.

And Matt?

He was the most dangerous thing in the room.

You spotted him the second you stepped into the club. Leaned against the bar, drink in hand, jaw tight, curls damp with sweat, watching the world through a lazy half-lidded gaze. He hadn’t seen you yet. Or maybe he had, and he was just pretending he hadn’t—he was good at that.

You drifted toward the dance floor instead, letting the music swallow you whole. Your body moved in time with the rhythm, all hips and attitude, drowning in the seduction of it all.

That’s when you felt it: him. Behind you.

His hand slid across your waist like a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You always come back,” Matt said lowly, voice like velvet soaked in poison.

You didn’t answer right away. You turned, slow and deliberate, facing him fully. Under the pulsing purple and red lights, his eyes looked almost feral—sharp, wild, and burning just for you.

“Maybe I’m just here for the music,” you teased.

His fingers curled a little tighter around your waist. “Liar.”

And then he kissed you.

Right there in the middle of the floor—like the world didn’t exist. Like no time had passed. Like you hadn’t sworn to stay away.

You melted into him, because you always did. Because Matt wasn’t just a boy—he was an addiction. And you were a willing victim.

You found yourself in the back hallway of the club, the music pounding faintly behind the wall. His hand was pressed flat against the wall behind your head, trapping you there, inches from his face.

“You look like sin tonight,” he whispered. “Missed me?”

“Maybe.”

He tilted his head, studying you with those dark eyes. “You always act like you don’t want this anymore, but the second I get close…”

Your lips were already on his again before he could finish.

Later, lying on the couch in the greenroom, tangled up in each other, you traced the curve of his collarbone with your fingertip.

His breath caught slightly at your touch, his heart racing from the kiss and the alcohol coursing through his veins. One hand tangled in your hair while the other trailed down your back, pulling you closer. "Fuck," he muttered against your lips, and the kiss only got more heated from there. It was messy, like our lips hadn’t been on each other in years.

Your legs wrapped around his waist automatically, his hands squeezing your thighs possessively. His mouth was hard, almost punishing. Like he was trying to swallow you whole. One hand pushed into your hair, yanking slightly, while the other slid down to palm your ass, pulling a moan from the back of your throat.

He swallowed your moan, the sound sending a shiver straight down his spine. His hips pressed urgently against yours, the rhythm of the music pulsing between your bodies. With a low groan, he broke the kiss, his forehead dropping to yours as he tried to catch his breath. "Y’look so pretty tonight.”

“Need you, Matt” you whine softly.

His eyes rolled back briefly at the sound of his name on your lips, like that always did something to him—made him lose all sense. He wrapped his arms around your back and thighs, lifting you up against him completely. "Condom?"

“Fuck. S’okay- it’s just once” you know you shouldn’t. But there’s just something about Matt that takes away all your cares in the world, and knowing you’re about to feel him raw for the first time has your panties absolutely ruined.

His eyes snapped open, dark and intense. He knew you were on birth control. He knew you were clean. And he trusted you implicitly, even though he shouldn't. With a sharp nod, he carried you to the couch, laying you down roughly. "Just once,"

He watched as you bit your lip, spreading your legs slightly. He knew that look—knew how wet you were without even touching you. With a low growl, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down just enough, pulling your panties down too. "Fuck, so wet for me? Haven’t even touched you yet baby doll. S’kinda pathetic.”

You can only whine at his words, rutting your hips up to try and get any sort of friction you can.

Without another word, Matt positioned himself between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock nudging eagerly at your dripping entrance. He leaned down, kissing you deeply as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one swift motion. You gasped, throwing your head back. You’ve had sex with Matt a plethora of times, but never raw, and it was such a more intimate feeling it had your head spinning.

The feeling of having every inch of you wrapped around him, no latex barrier between you, had him feeling like he could cum on the spot. He broke the kiss to look down between your bodies, watching as he slowly pulled out before slamming back in, filling you completely.

A choked “Matt” falls from your lips at the feeling of him filling you to the brim.

His name on your lips did something to him—made him snap. He started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours roughly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your gasps and his grunts as you dig crescents into his shoulders with your nails.

"You're s’fucking perfect," he whispered against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. One hand slid under your ass, tilting your hips up to change the angle—making sure to hit just the right spot with every thrust. His movements became more urgent, more possessive.

You can feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter as your walls begin to clamp down on him like a vice. Your legs start shaking as something between a moan and a cry comes from deep in your chest. You’re close, really close.

He felt the change in your body almost immediately, your walls starting to flutter around him. His eyes snapped up to your face, watching as you started to unravel beneath him. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he thrust harder, faster, trying to push you over the edge.

“M-Matt! M-m’so- nghh”

His name turning into a broken moan pushed him right to the edge. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he lost control completely. He felt you clamp down around him like a vise, triggering his own release deep inside you. "Fuck... fuck...c-cmon, cum with me sweet girl- shit-” he interrupts himself with a deep groan.

You do exactly that, legs wrapping around his waist as you let go, the knot in your stomach snapping. Your eyes roll back as stars begin flooding your vision, this is easily the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

He groaned deeply as he felt your orgasm crashing over you, triggering his own to intensify. His hips jerked sporadically as he emptied himself inside you, the raw sensation almost overwhelming. Panting, he collapsed onto you, his face buried in your neck, both of you trembling in the aftermath.

You both lay there for a second, trying to catch your breaths as one of his hands slid up to tangle in your hair, his lips moving against your neck in gentle kisses as he slowly softened inside you. Neither of you made any move to separate - both knowing this had been different. "Jesus Christ," he whispered, voice rough.

He shifted slightly to look at your face, his eyes soft and vulnerable in a way they rarely were after sex. "That was so good.” His thumb stroked your cheekbone. "You okay?"

You can’t answer, still trying to catch your breath, so you just give a small nod. He smiled softly at your silence before he gently pulled out of you, hissing slightly at the sensation. He rolled onto his back, pulling you with him so you were sprawled half on top of him. "Cmere”

You snuggled into his chest without a word, listening to his heartbeat start to slow. He wrapped his arms around you possessively, his hands splayed out on your back. "I'm gonna need like... five minutes before I can even think about moving,"

“Okay,” you smile softly, looking up at him. After a few minutes, he rolls you back down onto the couch of the room, grabbing a tissue from the side table and gently cleaning you up before throwing it away. You both get dressed in a comfortable silence, one you would not have been in 30 minutes ago.

He zips up his jeans and runs a hand through his hair, looking at you with a new light in his eyes. He walks over to you and cups your face in his hands, pressing a soft, slow kiss to your lips. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

“Wait- Matt?” You ask, tapping his shoulder before he walks back into the main part of the club.

He turns back to face you, eyebrows raised in question, his hand on the door handle leading back into the club. "What is it?" He asks, his voice low.

“Since we’re here and everything…. Wanna dance? It is disco night after all.” You say, a small grin playing on your lips before you pull your bottom lip under your teeth.

He pauses, looking at you for a moment before breaking out into a small smirk. "Yeah, alright. Why not." He opens the door and holds out his hand for you to take, leading you out into the crowded disco floor.

Mel speaks: I hope yall liked this because it might be one of my faves so far 😝

[bleuside97]

That Night Was Different

paring: richclubowner!Jungkook x lonely reader

genre: one night stand au smut

summary: looking for excitement you unexpectedly found someone who gave you everything you had wished for.

warnings: smut, n*pple play, coochie eating, praising kink.

This month was no doubt one of the most difficult for you. You maintained a stable position in retail that provided you with a satisfactory income, just enough for taking care of your bills. Unfortunately, it was announced to you that due to some financial struggles, the company had to let some employees go, including you. As a strong and resilient woman, however, you refused to give up and started looking for other jobs. But no luck seemed to be on your side, and to make matters worse, your landlord raised the rent. So, overwhelmed by all the stress, you decided to head to a young upscale club called "Dionysus." in Central Seoul, South Korea. To have some drinks to forget all your worries for a while. You've been coming here everyday for a month. The same night every night.

On a cold Saturday night you were sitting alone at the bar. "Alone yet again." Y/n muttered under her breath to herself. Being an introvert for so long has had its benefits but right now you were met with the down sides. In such an uplifted environment you couldn't help but feel drained. You didn't know why but you suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. Your eyes advert to the sixth shot glass you ordered and just been placed in front of you. For a moment you only stare at the alcohol. "You'll be the death of me." You say before gulping the bitter substance down your throat. It burns your esophagus and makes a quick disgusted face before slamming it down on the rough wooden table.

Your eyes gleam with wonder as you observe the recently developed nightclub. With its large dance floor shining brightly in neon lights and illuminated by spotlights and a shimmering disco ball, the atmosphere practically oozes excitement. All around, drunken and flushed bodies move along to the beat of the thumping music; jumping and swaying in a joyous and carefree manner. You can't help but smile along with them. The vibrant, pounding sound resonates within your body, making your heart beat faster. You don't know what it is, but a sudden urge compels you to take a leap of faith and join the others on the dance floor, letting the infectious music guide your body.

The rhythm of the song shifted into a captivating, slow melody. Deliberately, you began to move with a seductive grace, allowing your hips and legs to sway freely, independent of any outside influence. Your arms glided slowly down your body, accentuating every curve. Suddenly, you could feel the presence of another body behind you. His hands lightly gripped your waist, subtly indicating his presence without interrupting your movements. In perfect synchronization, his hips matched your pace, creating an unspoken harmony. Your gaze was drawn to his muscular arms, belonging to a handsome man with an olive complexion. He pulled you closer, intensifying the connection, inviting you to feel his undeniable presence. Maintaining a steady rhythm, you bit your lip, longing for increased tension. His hands on your hips guided you as he turned you to face him.

It was like a fantasy come to life, as you gazed upon this breathtaking man. With long, black locks framing his chiseled features and captivating doe-shaped eyes, he exuded an aura of charm and allure. His tight-fitting shirt showcased his sculpted chest, the muscles beneath emphasizing his strength. Utterly captivated by him, you were unable to look away. Sensing your reaction, he smirked, radiating confidence. His right hand glided from your hip, up along your side, until it reached the nape of your neck, holding you gently but with purpose. Leaning close, he whispered in your ear, "Come with me to my table."

Before you can even consider, your involuntary movements had agreed for you. You nodded your head, following closely behind him amidst the sweltering crowd of flushed bodies on the dance floor. The sensation of being amidst the flurry of the dance floor was something you had suddenly yearned for. The anticipation of what the night would bring fueled your excitement. A magnificent gold and velvet stanchion rope stood as a barrier at the entrance of the elevated section. Swiftly, the security personnel removed the rope, granting you both access. As you stepped into the new setting, you felt a sense of liberation. The section was occupied by individuals most likely of a similar age. Their closed and self-assured expressions hinted at their elevated status. You felt out of place amidst them. Jungkook found an unoccupied seat on the lounge chair and graciously offered it to you. In a relaxed posture, he placed one arm on the headrest of the couch while the other remained nestled in the space between his spread legs.

You settled down beside him, avoiding eye contact. In fact, you instinctively stiffened your posture on the couch as you sensed his piercing gaze. There was a slight eerie silence between you. "May I get you a drink, my dear?" he smoothly inquired, his gaze filled with thoughtfulness. "Pleasure meeting you I'm Jeon Jungkook." He removes his hand from between his hand and offers it to you. You take it. "Y/n." You say with a charming smile. "Y/n..." He holds your hand and kisses the back of your hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." The intensity in his eyes was undeniable. "I see something exceptional in you," he replied in a suave, charismatic tone. "To the extent that I believe you are the most stunning being I have laid eyes on in a considerable time." "Don't I feel like a rare gem amongst the ordinary?" you chuckled, amused by your own remark. "How do you justify deeming me special?" He smirked and playfully winked at you. "You are more than just a rare gem, my dear. You are the brightest star illuminating the entire night sky; your radiance is so captivating that it becomes impossible to look away. You are a true masterpiece."

Unimpressed you chucked, "Is this how you're gonna win me over?" Y/n scoffed shaking his head at the lame small talk. He smiles confidently in response. "I'm going to treat you to every wish of yours and to everything you could ever want. I want to show you the time of your life." He gives you another confident smirk. So you're a genie?" You sarcastically asked.

He chuckles confidently, not deterred by your sarcastic tone. "If I am, what wish would you make if I could grant it?" He asks as he leans forward slightly, his eyes twinkling with interest. She backs up a bit at his closer contact but remains quiet. "Oh come on, love," he says mischievously, giving your arm a squeeze. "Let me win you over." He smiles at you. "I know you like me already. So let me prove to you that I'm serious." "Oh. Such rumors don't exist." You turn looking away. He chuckles. "Oh you don't?" Jungkook asks with a sly smirk. "I know you're playing hard to get." His demeanor becomes confident once more. "You're playing this little game of cat and mouse as if I don't know exactly what you're trying to do." He gives you a playful wink to show that he knows you're playing along with him. "Let me be your man i know I can treat you like a princess. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." She gets up all close and personal to his beautiful face, "You know what I want." He looks at her with a mystery to her answer. "A night where I can have blissful fun and forget about my life, just for one night. I wish for the best night of my life."

He looked at her with a sad expression for a moment, a pause before answering. "I've been watching you for a while, y/n, I watch you come into my club every night for the past month. At the same time every night. I don't want you alone in your hard times." You stopped talking and just listened to him. He twists lip ring before continuing, "I'll give you an offer." You immediately shake your head. "Oh I'm not like that. No Thank you, sir."

You get up to leave but he pulls you back down. "Before I can tell you, Let me give me your wish, y/n." Y/n thinks for a moment. Wondering if this is the right thing to do? Who knows what she is getting herself into. Jungkook smirks at the kiss that you place on his hand. "I told you I'd make you feel something," he purrs. "This is just the beginning, love; I plan to show you many nights like these." He gives you a flirtatious wink and holds you closely against him. "Follow me," he says as he leans in close before pulling away. He motions with his hands to follow him and begins to walk out the door, motioning for you to follow him with his hand. Jungkook leads you from the bar and into what appears to be a private suit in his club guarded by security his best men. Before coming to a halt. The security grants him and you access. He unlocks the door with a key. Opening it to a grand suite. You are awfully impressed. "Close your eyes," he commands. "Trust me. You'll love what I have in store for you."

You close your eyes with hands unsure of this was safe. He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, licking your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your mouth his tongue swirls around yours and fights for dominance as you let him have it. Spending some time making out, getting to know each other with your mouths he begins to kiss down your neck leaving open mouth kisses down your neck behind your ears occasionally nipping at it. He rips your dress and your bra and attacks your left boob. Sucking on your nipple and palming the other one in his other hand. “Hmm? You like this don't you?" His tongue begins to swirl around the nipple. You bite your lip and you have to force your eyes to look at the ceiling. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers kneading into your skin.

Leaving you breathless Jungkook's hand graze the sides of your body. As you continue kissing, Jungkook’s hands creep bare body up your thighs until your panties are revealed. His hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear.They have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk. With hon many times you see him smirk tonight it makes you want to punch him. "All for me?" He chuckles before removing your panties. He pushes you to the nearest wall and begins playing with your pussy. He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand on Jungkook's shoulder squeezing it when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen clit. Then Jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. He brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. He slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

Then quickly transitions to his tongue is on your pussy. Using both his spread your cheeks open for better access. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you. His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply ready for him inside you. He pulls out his cock out of pants and sdjust the tip to your entrance. Brushing the tip against your quivering hole. Jungkook pushes his cock inside "You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?” You only cry out in pleasure. He continues to thrusts deeply in you. “Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. A smack on your butt was given. The pain leaving your walls clenching around his thick cock. He grops your breasts as you both reach your climax. Collapsing in your shoulder. He whimpers in your ear.

a/n: alot of mistakes and im not sure if i like it too much so i will be editing it alot tmrw but enjoy fkr now

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: Trapped Together

12 Works.

nippleslime asked: Know any fics where they are trapped somewhere together? Be it like a small room/box/hole/etc. Much appreciated!

Box by Ansohura ( E | 3,028 | 1/1 )

On a stakeout for a villain with what's been reported as a lust-inducing Quirk, Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Deku find themselves boxed into a dire situation.

[Dubious Consent]

WWAMD? (What Would All Might Do?) by Ciro ( E | 40,655 | 11/11 )

Join us at Endeavour's Annual Hero Masquerade party, as Deku struggles with a too small bunny outfit that Mina was originally supposed to wear.

Hidden in shadows and cursing Kirishima with every breath Katsuki fumes and watches the strange pink bunny man stumbling about in platform heels - fascinated by the sheer number of times the scantily clad man has had to stop and use his fluffy tail to dewedgie himself.

Is anonymity enough for these two to put aside their differences and get their freak on?

Follow our two heroes on a comedic collision course. The tools in their seduction kit include - wedgies, itchy nipples, disco dancing, prat falls and a bunny fan club.

Snowed in Love by sabertoothhousecat ( T | 7,518 | 1/1 )

It’s supposed to be a simple vacation. So of course that’s why Katsuki falls in a fucking hole, gets stuck in a blizzard, and has to talk to Deku again.

Sticky by Hardwood_Studios ( E | 4,172 | 1/1 )

“Deku…” Katsuki hisses in his ear like a snake under some unfortunate bastard’s boot. “…shit! Stop moving!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just — uncomfortable!” Izuku groans against the brick, attempting to push his hips back for just a fraction’s relief.

“I don’t give a fuck, just — nngh!”

“Oh…”

Our tale of two heroes begins in a warehouse in the Chiba Prefecture. Presently, they’re encased in the cement-like substance produced by their targets Quirk: Quick-Stick, stuck to each other and a wall. Katsuki’s chest to Izuku’s back, with but a hairsbreadth of movement available to them in their temporary tomb.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan…” Izuku squeaks, screwing his eyes tight against the feeling of Katsuki pressed snugly against his —

mind the gap by charantonia ( T | 7,361 | 1/1 )

After a prank by Kaminari goes wrong, Izuku finds himself trapped in their kitchen's pantry with Katsuki until they can call a locksmith in the morning. Emotions ensue.

A Fake Boyfriend is Always the Best Wingman by NerdyGay ( T | 4,448 | 1/1 )

Todoroki needs a date that’ll piss off Endeavor. Midoriya is single, his best friend, and All Might’s protégé. Naturally, the pairing writes itself.

Bakugo is not amused.

Or, a fake dating au with a slight twist.

Trapped by GunneroftheRoses ( T | 2,677 | 1/1 )

Bakugo and Midoriya trapped in a box together because of a villain quirk that shrinks at the whim of Shigaraki. Midoriya confronts Bakugo about his strange behavior and learns a secret he's been holding onto.

Trapped in the Heated Moment by Unuotan ( E | 5,455 | 1/1 )

After graduating UA High, Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki accept their first job as side-kicks at their first hero agency…the same agency. Awkward. Then two villains appear to unknowingly…start the ball rolling between them.

Day 1: Teamwork

Closed In by MakeshiftDust ( E | 1,499 | 1/1 )

Deku and Bakugou find themselves pressed up against each other, trapped in a dark, closed-in space. They try to figure out an escape plan when Bakugou gets an awkward erection.

Closeted // BakuDeku by SexyDeath ( E | 3,308 | 1/1 )

After Sero and Todoroki get together, the two friend groups merge. But soon enough, the fighting between Midoriya and Bakugou gets too much.

So the next rational and completely thought out step they take is to shove the two in a closet together, to try and get them to get along. Ha, if only...

Or

Bakugou's masochism comes to play at a very unfortunate moment, causing a spiraling catastrophe of... This

Seven Minutes in Sexual Tension by orphan_account ( E | 5,016 | 1/1 )

“Kacchan, look at me and tell me,” he started with an intense look in his eyes. “Do you honestly think that of all people, I would be looking down on you?”

Katsuki’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Izuku didn’t let him. He felt his insides start burning with some sort of ugly emotion, his eye might’ve even twitched at one point, but he didn’t stop. It felt as if he’d been wanting to talk to Katsuki about this for a while, but he didn’t know how to go about it, and he certainly didn’t imagine this conversation would take place in a cramped closet."

Otherwise known as "Katsuki gets stuck in a closet with Izuku during their trip to the waterpark and neither of them know what to do with the feelings that occur, but they do somehow end up fucking."

[Underage]

FUCK YOU by ColourlessZero ( E | 3,317 | 1/1 )

Deku gets shot in the chest... by Kacchan's cum.

Will he live long enough to graduate UA after catching his childhood friend rubbing one out?

To see the original 2019 list, click here.

[totothewolff]

The Speed Game of Love

Toto x reader | comedy, crack humor (RuPaul's Drag Race bang), romance, fluff.

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. Author's note: It's short and fun. Y/N has the hots for Toto, as usual. Who doesn't?! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts or if you have an idea, here I am."

More Toto Wolff fics right here > Masterlist

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From the racing capital of the world is The Speed Game of Love.

And here is your host...

The hot and only Toto Wolff.

(Opening music plays, and the camera pans over the bright and sparkling stage. Toto Wolff is standing there in fullness, tallness, and hotness, just a few steps away from you. As you peek in from behind the entrance, he is looking as sexy as you expected that man to be, dressed in a sluty tight suit, his eyes set on you for a brief second making your knees and other regions jiggle as he starts the show).

"Welcome to the Speed Game of Love. I'm your hot, I mean host! Toto Wolff." he winks at you before moving to his mark at the cue.

(Cheers, gaps, and a loud moan come from the sound effect console as Toto passes a hand on his hair and smiles big and bright straight at the pro camera).

"Let's meet tonight's lucky heartracers!" he gestures with both arms to his left.

(Cut to a shot of the competitors, each one dressed in their best sickening drag looks, all sitting in white bar stool chairs next to each other)

"It's the Queen of tracks! And hearts! Adore D. Hammer!" Toto approaches a fierce-looking queen. "Ready to smash some?" Toto raises his eyebrows as he asks.

"Oh, dear, I'm more than keen for some hammer time!" Adore answers, thrusting with her hips slowly.

She's rocking a sparkly, sluty version of the iconic jumpsuit in neon yellow and black from MC Hammer's iconic "U Can't Touch This" music video, but cinched for the gods along with really high-platform sneakers.

The jumpsuit is embellished with rhinestones and sequins that shimmer and shine under the stage lights. Adore's dreadlocks hung loose around her ears but with a glamorous, over-the-top twist.

Her makeup is bold and bright, with bold eyeliner, vibrant eyeshadow, and a shining golden lip. Her skin is glowing with a subtle shimmery highlight that makes her look like she just stepped out of a disco ball.

Toto gives her a chuckle before moving along.

"Next, Carla LaTurbo Slayz!" He strolls to her, mic in hand. "Miss Turbo, I heard you got some horsepower tonight! How are you, honey?"

(After he asks the question, a loud moan is heard as a sound effect).

"I'm 'fuel'-tastic, Toto!" she blows a kiss to the camera and shows some lil' leg.

She's rocking a stunning, one-shoulder gown made from the finest silk in a rich, jewel-toned red that evokes the majestic flamenco dancers of Andalusia. The dress is fitted and figure-hugging, accentuating her curves in all the right places.

Her hair is a masterpiece; a few strategically placed braids and hairpins add a touch of Andalusian flair.

Her eyes are lined with bold, black kohl and smudged with shimmery gold eyeshadow to create a sultry, seductive gaze. Her lips are painted a deep, crimson red. Her accessories are chunky gold jewelry.

"Up next, it's GiGi Reigns. Is Your Highness ready to conquer this race?" Toto turns to her, bowing first.

"Keen to have a smooth pit stop and a great finish!" an old lady's voice with a thick Windsor accent answers.

She is rocking a look that's equal parts regal and ridiculous. She's donning a velvet-trimmed corset and hoop skirt that's so big it requires its own zip code.

The skirt is a riot of colors, with florals and patterns. GiGi's hair is a marvel; think Elizabeth I's famous ruff but on steroids! Her locks are styled in towering curls that resemble a pompadour.

Her makeup is a masterpiece of over-the-top opulence. Layers of foundation, blush, and powder are applied with the precision of the era, but they make her look old, really old, with wrinkles adorning her features.

Her accessories are an array of fake pearls that look like they belong on the Queen herself.

"Let's start your engines! Close that pit wall!" Toto instructs as the obstructing divider slides from the wall. It looks exactly like a pit wall fence but glamorous, all in metallic pink, blocking the view from both sides.  

As you are about to enter the stage, an empty, small white podium is waiting for you.

"Our wag tonight is from (Y/N's City/Country). Meet (Y/N's profession/studies), Y/N, Y/LN!" Toto introduces you as you step in, smiling at him.

"Mmm, you look good!" Toto runs his eyes all over your body as he approaches you and offers a hand to help you step on the podium.

You feel the heat instantly.

"What brings you smoking gear around here? Did your engine overheat?" Toto addresses you, starting to lean closer to you.

"I'm just looking for touch at this point!" you answer, plain and honest.

(Aww noises come from the sound effect panel).

"Uhmmhu!" Toto gets closer to you than his mark on the floor suggests. He gestures to you to articulate more as he stands by your side, slowly sliding a hand down on your back.

How you react to his touch makes him smile naughtily.

In between a nervous giggle, you explain: "I tried the apps and whatnot, but nothing worked, so my friends suggested I come here to speed up the process. You know, to look for something accelerated, fast-paced." You wink at him, gaining confidence, feeling his eyes traveling down your lips and neck.

"Oh, so you like it fast-paced? Who doesn't like to get their flag chequered hard!" Toto keeps your game of innuendos, flirting with you along.

You nod and bite your lip; he arches his eyebrow slightly.

"Then, you came to the right place!" his voice is deep, and he flexes his arm so you can enjoy the view of his muscles as Toto grabs his mic. "So, Y/N, here's how the game works: You ask the heartracers some questions, and they will try to win this lap for your heart with their answers. When the time runs out, you choose who steps into your podium. Are you ready to race?"

"I AM!" you feel pumped up!

(Engine noises are heard in the studio, indicating the start of the lap).

You read one of your cue cards. "Heartracer number one, finish the following sentence: If I was your car to run me on a race, you would leave me (blank...) at the end."

"In desperate need of a new set of wheels. Oh! I would run you relentlessly from one side of the circuit to the other!" Adore answers, jumping on her feet and doing the iconic MC Hammer moves, passing by in front of the other contestants.

You laugh and nod at the excellent answer. "And you, number two?"

"I would leave you revving for more! You would want me to run you down over and over again around these corners." LaTurbo answers with a very sexual voice, sliding her hand all over her body curves.

"And you, madam, number three?" you ask.

"At the finish line... eventually! I'm a lady of a certain age, darling." GiGi Reigns' elderly voice answers, making you and Toto burst into giggles.

"If it was me, I would have you shifting gears so hard that I would end up breaking you down. But that's me!" Toto jokes, inserting his answer there. "Let's move on to the next question, shall we, Y/N?"

"YES! Let me push that pedal all the way in!" you joke back.

"All the way in?!" Toto asks, now curious, in a high-pitched voice. "Fast-paced and all the way in. Taking notes!" He swaps his cue cards around.

"I think that one's hammer is starting to show! Haha," GiGi Reigns adds, inserting herself into the conversation, bumping Adore with her hand, and both of them taking a small peek at Toto's crotch.

"Please, give head, go ahead, I meant!" Toto jokes with you.

"Based on yourself, how would you prefer to be called if you were a fuel brand?" you ask the contestants.

"Piston Pumping, you gotta keep the hammering for miles long!" Adore gives her answer in perfect branding.

"Fuel-in' Around, just kidding," Carla waves her hand.

"The Lube for The Crown, cause at this age, darling, you need some extra help." GiGi slowly spreads open her legs, making rusted noises, cracking you up again.

"I'd be, Fuel Me Maybe, you know, like tonight, after this show," Toto flirts shamelessly as the game progresses, making it clear that he's interested in none other than you.

"Final question," you go ahead. "Imagine you are an F1 team. Sell yourself to me."

"On the Hammerella F1 Team, competition can't touch us! We are faster than you can say parachute pants!" Adore D. Hammer answers.

"On El Toro Racing, we are unleashing the bull full speed, with fury and passion and with a whole lot of rhythm, ahhhh." Carla LaTurbo's every word gets more sexual somehow as she answers your question, her hands going all over her neck and legs.

Finally is GiGi's turn: "On the Motor on the Bus, The Queen's Royal Racing Team, we race round and round, vroom and vroom, all through the town." She pauses before adding, "But with protocol, dear."

GiGi's stupid answer makes you gag.

"Oh, time is up! Y/N, who do you choose from our heartracers? Number one, two or three?" Toto comes near to you again.

Fuck! He smells so good! That's an arousing cologne.

(A dramatic pause comes before you turn straight at him to give your definitive answer).

"You," you point at Toto. "I choose you!" answering aloud to everyone's... actually... to no one's surprise!

"I'd love to take you for some good ol' laps!" he blows a kiss to you. "But first, let's meet the ones you didn't choose! Say hello to Adore D. Hammer."

"Oh! This hammer would have broken you in half, dear!" she jokes with you as she looks you up and passes along, thrusting the air on her way out.

"and Carla LaTurbo Slayz," Toto again shouts, extending his arm.

"This," she closes her hand at you, moving it around your body, "Has red flag all over," she says, belittling you as she goes out, pretending to be insulted by you rejecting her.

"Finally, GiGi Reigns! Madam..." Toto bows one last time.

GiGi takes her time walking there, making grunt noises as she grabs her back, complaining, making you two lose it.

"I, TOO, CAN COMMAND THE WIND, SIR!" She screams out of nowhere in the most Shakespearean voice, catching you two off guard.

Like GiGi got possessed for a second before she composes herself and gives "royal hand waves" politely as she dramatically exits.

"WHHAAT?" you say, catching your breath between laughs.

"Ready to blow my engine?" Toto triumphantly asks, holding you up like a trophy as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Against the pit wall?!" you joke around, laughing on his lips, standing next to it.

"Another Speed Game of Love with a... happy ending! To me!" Toto winks. "Good night, everybody!"

(You two wave at the lense before you wrap him in a passionate kiss as the camera cuts to black)

You don't make it further than his dressing room.

The audio crew picks up the loud moans and smashing noises coming from there, as Toto is still wired, and they quickly turn off the equipment.

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fixation, psychosis, or a secret third thing (love)

Summary: Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. It’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything…

OR

Dabi ends up falling for a hero…Hawks ends up regretting everything.

DabiHawksWeek 2024: Prompt Seven: Songfic

Inspired by: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 5,647 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, songfic, angst, smvt, Dabi-typical body h0rror, vom!ting, a little big of canon divergence, doomed relationship, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeekNSFW24, swearing, s3xual content, bratty b0ttom Dabi, top Hawks, making out, a n a l f!ngering, gay s3x, a n a l s3x, Dabi cries blood, identity reveal on a first name basis, implied past prostitution, Dabi can't feel pain (or anything on the outside but the inside is fair game), Hawks is a master manipulator but it's not his fault bc the HPSC brainwashed him, Dabi has his manga body type, seduction, trust issues, accidental branding

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Dabi stands at the harbor under the moonlight, pressing the pads of his fingers into the scars under his eyelids, blood wetting his fingertips as he tries to stop the bleeding. There are a handful of reasons why he’s crying…well…as much as Dabi is able to cry. Whenever he gets worked up, blood simply leaks from his fucked up tear ducts, threatening to burst the staples and welling up into his eyes until all he can see is crimson. It should be painful…but Dabi hasn’t felt anything in years. Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. The only thing that still seems to be unwavering is his mind and his heart, ironically, considering the world believes him to be an insane, unfeeling killer. Admittedly, he does believe he’s gone insane, plagued with nightmares of his victim’s families…of what might’ve happened if he stayed in that hospital when he woke up from a coma…of what happened on the mountain that fateful night. Dabi barely slept at all anymore, scared of what might be waiting for him when he slipped into unconsciousness. It was only when his body forcibly shut down…or when he felt himself forcibly shutting down that he would sleep…if you could even call it sleeping. Lately though, his nightmares have changed. Lately, they’ve been filled with a certain pair of red wings…and they might not even be classified as nightmares anymore.

Dabi was, laughably, down bad for quite possibly the first time ever in his life. This meeting in particular had proved it. The rush he got from Hawks pulling the feather blade on him…pressing it neatly against his throat in a way that made Dabi’s skin crawl deliciously. It was a miracle he had kept his cool at all, simply putting up the uncaring front he’d crafted over the years. He found his mask slipping ever so slightly, the flirtatious tone in his voice painfully apparent when he nonchalantly pushed away the sword. He could see it in Hawks’ eyes…something wavered. That airtight hero persona flickered into nothingness for less than a moment. Was it reciprocation? Disgust? Confusion? Dabi didn’t know. He’d learned to not use the word hope anymore, so he couldn’t decide exactly what he thought about it. 

It’s part of the reason why he’s crying. It’s that he feels like…if it is…if it is that word he refuses to think…then he doesn’t deserve it. Besides, what if Hawks really is a scummy double agent, and it would all be for nothing. His paranoia pounds against his skull, wrestling intimately with his heart. Why would Hawks ever be interested in him ? His face looks disgusting. There’s the threat that he’ll burst into flames and kill them both if he gets too worked up. He doesn’t even have any education past middle school. Hawks, on the other hand, has been trained by the Commission for roughly seventy percent of his life up to this point, getting the best education, the best clothes, the best doctors…the best…everything. Dabi hasn’t had a proper checkup in…who knows how long. He knew he was clean and that was enough. The only doctor he could really go to was Ujiko…and he’d rather just die than ask him for anything…not after what he almost did. 

Truly…he feels pathetic. He’s never been good enough for anyone…not for his family…not for himself…not for this rotten society…why would he be good enough for Hawks? Why should he allow any sort of delusion into his life when he’d been carefully constructing his revenge? Why should he leave any room for Hawks to throw a wrench into his plans? 

The cold air whips through Dabi’s inky black hair, and he squints up at the constellations, unable to make anything out through his shitty vision. He takes a deep breath before pulling the microphone in the collar of his jacket up to his mouth.

“Ready, Ujiko,” Dabi sighs, the revolting sensation of black muck pooling in his stomach and surging up his throat. Dabi lurches, the dark ooze pouring out of his mouth and surrounding him. For a few seconds, he’s suffocating, until the murkiness clears and he’s standing in the doctor’s laboratory. 

…

…

Dabi’s alone, sitting on the couch of the League’s temporary hideaway, staring at the ceiling, wishing that a certain Pro Hero was sitting on it with him. He can’t get their warehouse interaction out of his head. Was Hawks really so ignorant as to think that Dabi’s incapable of thinking long-term? That’s been his whole shtick ever since he’d been living on the streets, biding his time and contemplating his vengeance. Hawks was supposed to be one of the top heroes in the nation, just a few points shy of…that thing . Perhaps Dabi really had succeeded with his plan, covering up his emotionally reactive nature with a cold and callous facade. 

BZZT! BZZT!

The burner phone on the table vibrates. Only one person has the number to that phone. A sly smirk spreads across Dabi’s face as he grabs it, accepting the call and holding it to his scarred ear. 

“Crawling back to me so soon?” Dabi sneers, prompting an irritated snort from Hawks on the other end of the phone.

“Just wanted confirmation that you’re not gonna pull a little stunt on me again,” The hero’s voice is low and laced with annoyance; it fills Dabi’s veins with a sick thrill. 

“Live and learn, hero . You never could control me. There was never a point. You’re the one that still needs to prove yourself,” Dabi trills flirtatiously into the phone, the tension so thin you could cut it with a butter knife. “But…what happened the other day was…unfortunate.”

“I understand that plans change…I just would’ve liked a little heads up,” Hawks sighs, but his sudden change in tone sets off Dabi’s paranoia.

“You can’t trace this call,” He spits into the phone, his voice taking on a malicious edge, and Hawks clicks his tongue.

“I’m not…just…waiting to see what your next task for me is. I’m too fast for my own good. You know the slogan. Wanna be on top of this.”

“What, so you can betray me faster?” Dabi snaps. 

The silence is chilling. 

“I want you to trust me, Dabi. I’m genuinely interested. If you’ve done your research you know those bastards got their claws into me early. I started my first agency at eighteen. I could’ve been a normal kid with a normal life. Record-breaking is nice…but it would be nicer to be free.”

“That’s what I’m here for…to complicate and corrupt your little bird brain,” Dabi sneers, still struggling to buy Hawks’ words…but part of him desperately wants to. Hawks could just be whispering sweet nothings to placate him…but…what if… Dabi takes a deep breath. One final task to truly prove himself…Hawks has to take a life for Dabi. 

“I’ve got a job for you alright.”

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The only thing running through Dabi’s mind when he walks off the stage in the basement of the Gunga Mountain Villa is that he wonders if Hawks showed up. Hawks successfully slaughtering Best Jeanist was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for him…and, if he didn’t think he was attracted to Hawks before, he sure as hell was sure of it now.

The PLF members part, giving Dabi a wide berth as he strides through the crowd, eyeing him warily like he’s a bomb waiting to go off. To be fair, he killed a number of their comrades…but they fucking deserved it. It was kill or be killed…and he just happened to be better at killing. Embarrassingly, Dabi’s eyes light up when he spots a familiar pair of crimson wings through the sea of anarchists. 

‘You’re too attached…’ Dabi’s thoughts degrade himself for allowing his emotions to slip through the cracks. Hawks is schmoozing with a woman…probably a fan with the way she’s acting all giddy. Something in the back of Dabi’s mind tells him to char her where she stands, but he swallows it down. He doesn’t need anyone else to catch on to his thing with Hawks…whatever the thing was…fleeting touches…light flirting…staring a little too long at one another…yet, neither of them had made a real move. 

“You look happy, number two, up to somethin’?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he approaches the Pro Hero. 

“Nah, man. I was just waitin’ for you,” Hawks chuckles with a bright smile, and Dabi would be lying if he said he wouldn’t burn a thousand innocents to see that stupid smile for the rest of his days. 

“You know…I wasn’t even sure you were gonna show,” Dabi mutters as they make their way through the crowd. Hawks is walking close enough to Dabi that their hands slightly brush against one another, but Dabi barely even registers it. 

“Of course I’d show up for you ,” Hawks smirks, batting his eyelashes enough for Dabi to notice, regrettably making his heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t flatter me,” Dabi mutters tersely as they reach the doors leading to the exit corridor. 

“C’mon, Dabs. You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” Hawks whispers, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. “Why don’t we move this conversation to your bedroom?”

Dabi nearly chokes on his own spit, completely caught off guard by Hawks’ forwardness as he stops in his tracks. Sure, Hawks could just be seducing him for intel, but goddamnit if Dabi didn’t want him on top of him right now. Even if he couldn’t physically feel anything…Dabi at least wanted him to try . If he would just try, then it would be enough. It would be more than anyone else had ever done for him. He feels pathetic…pathetic for even letting these types of thoughts enter his brain…pathetic for romanticizing the idea… He’s supposed to be focused on one goal and one goal alone. Hawks isn’t a part of his plan…but…maybe…

“Hello? Dabi?” Hawks chuckles, waving his hand in front of the villain’s face. Dabi blinks, mouth dry and throat scratchy, zoning back into the world. 

“Why?” The word falls from Dabi’s lips, full of confusion and apprehension. Why would Hawks want him if it wasn’t for intel? His body…he hasn’t… Dabi swallows, painfully aware of his own breathing pattern as memories come fluttering back to the front of his brain…memories that he’d pushed down. Before the league…after he woke up…living on the street…what he had to do just to get enough money for food… Sex with Hawks didn’t seem like it would mirror those memories though… Sex with Hawks sounded gentle… It sounded like he wouldn’t be treated like a toy. It sounded like Hawks would take care of him…and…isn’t that really one of the things that he’s always wanted? To be taken care of? For someone to look at him? For someone to make him feel like he’s worth it?

“Because you’ve got a thing for me…and I’ve got a thing for you? Unless I’ve misunderstood something. Thought most of your talk was flirty…even if it was on the meaner side. Why don’t we celebrate your promotion, lieutenant ,” Hawks shrugs with a cheeky smile, and Dabi doesn’t know what to think. Surely, he’s not that easy to read. No one else has managed to see through him…until now. Was he really even trying to hide it? Was he really staring that much? He’d be an idiot not to take this chance. It’s not like anyone else will ever want to be with him anyway…hell…Hawks might change his mind, too. Dabi looks around, making sure that they’re not being watched before grabbing Hawks’ wrist and pulling him behind a pillar.  

“Hawks…I need you to know something…if…if we’re really gonna do this,” Dabi mutters, trying to piece together his thoughts appropriately. 

“Hm?” Hawks hums, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Dabi to continue. 

Dabi speaks incredibly vaguely, omitting names and locations and time frames, giving an extremely watered-down version of the state of his body and why. He also explains that it’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything at all...that his inability to feel physical pain also translated to an inability to feel physical pleasure. He hates the look in the hero’s eyes…he doesn’t want pity…but…there’s also clear determination in his gaze.

Before Dabi can open his mouth, Hawks is kissing him. 

It’s such a strange sensation. He can’t feel the kiss…not really . Not the soft, tender kiss that Hawks gently presses to his lips. He can’t feel the hand that’s cupping the side of his face, just a ghost of a sensation that might’ve happened. Dabi’s eyelids flutter closed, and he attempts to kiss Hawks back, moving his lips in a way that he thinks is right…still…he practically feels nothing physically. That is…until Hawks licks deliberately into his mouth. Hawks’ warm tongue meets Dabi’s hot one, and…he can feel it; the villain eagerly jabs his tongue, sliding against Hawks’ and going further into his mouth. Hawks nearly yelps when Dabi starts practically tongue-fucking his mouth, the stitches in his tongue brushing against Hawks’ lip as Dabi traces his molars. Hawks groans…a sound that Dabi immediately becomes addicted to, and Dabi wraps his arms around the hero, grasping at the back of his jacket and pulling him close.

Finally, they both come up for air. 

“Fuck, your tongue’s long,” Hawks snickers, wiping the spit from his lips with the back of his gloved hand, and Dabi swears he feels blood rushing to his cheeks and his groin. Despite his fears, Hawks has at least turned him on…which is a start. He wants more …more of this animalistic sensation that he’s gone his whole life without. He wants the electricity of mutual worship and raw pleasure. 

“Let’s get outta here, birdie.”

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…

Dabi didn’t care who saw them. Not anymore. He practically dragged Hawks up staircase after staircase, through the halls of villa, eventually through his door before slamming and locking it behind them. 

“Gotta ask. You clean?” Hawks clears his throat as he slips out of his jacket, draping it over the chair at Dabi’s desk. 

“Yeah…you?” Dabi mutters uncomfortably, thankful that he was able to speak truthfully. He follows Hawks’ lead, letting the conductor cuffs of his jacket fall to the floor.

“Course I’m clean. HPSC regulations,” Hawks replies curtly, and, then, he’s all over the villain once again. 

This time, it’s Dabi who moans, wanton and needy as his tongue massages Hawks’, and the two manage to sloppily kick off their shoes as the hero walks the villain backward until they’re both falling onto his bed. Dabi’s fingers run through Hawks’ hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible as Hawks’ hands grip the scars on his shoulders. 

“Lube?” Hawks murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

“Nightstand drawer,” Dabi answers into Hawks’ open mouth, tongues intertwining. Dabi feels the faint wind from Hawks’ feathers, hearing the opening and closing of a drawer in the darkness. 

Dabi sharply inhales when he feels Hawks’ hands at the hem of his shirt. How is Hawks going to react to his patchworked body of skin that doesn’t even belong to him? I mean…yeah, he’s seen his arms…but…the rest of him? Dabi certainly didn’t have Hawks’ body…with all his curves of muscle that Dabi had seen in a swimsuit magazine once. Dabi hated how he looked…he hated seeing himself in the mirror…a modern-day Frankenstein, only recently having enough to eat to put some weight on his formerly skeletal frame. By comparison, Hawks was a Greek god…though compared to anyone , that metaphor would still suffice. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed Hawks freeze when Dabi flinched. 

“If you’re not comfortable we can stop,” Hawks murmurs reassuringly, letting the pulled fabric fall back on Dabi’s pale lower stomach. The sentence almost makes Dabi sob, the gentleness in Hawks’ voice…it’s almost too much. Dabi isn’t used to anyone being gentle with him. 

“I want this,” Dabi rasps, the dull throbbing under his eyes starting up again, blood threatening to seep through.

Hawks smiles, eyes sultry and seductive. Tenderly, he lifts up Dabi’s shirt, mindful of the staples, avoiding snagging; when the last of it lifts off of Dabi’s head, a few feathers send it over to the chair with Hawks’ jacket. Dabi holds his breath, waiting for Hawks to comment about his body…waiting for his lips to curl and his nose to wrinkle and for him to walk away and pretend this never happened.

Instead, Hawks’ fingertips carefully trace over Dabi’s scars that run between his pecs and stomach, like he’s memorizing a map. 

“You’re beautiful,” The hero whispers, and the muscle beating in Dabi’s chest twists. Dabi reaches around Hawks’ neck, unclasping the button above his wings that holds his top on. Hawks grins before stepping off the bed to unhook his belt and pull off his pants, which is when Dabi realizes that his top has been a leotard this whole time. In his aroused state, he fumbles with his own belt to get his pants and boxers off, and, when he’s finally successful, Hawks is on top of him again. The Pro doesn’t even bat an eye at the obvious skin grafts or the healed stitches on his dick that didn’t need staples…he doesn’t make fun of him when he sees the scars that border stretch marks on his thighs and lead down to his ankles. Hawks’ gaze is full of devotion…full of emotions and words that Dabi doesn’t think he deserves. And yet…here they are…vulnerable…skin-to-skin. Hawks mouths at Dabi’s neck, sinking his teeth hard enough into his skin for Dabi to be aware of it, and the whimper that bursts from his throat is more than embarrassing. Dabi’s face flushes, unable to fully grasp the heat of Hawks’ body pressed against him…unable to sense the way his hands dance up and down his sides…or the way his lips caress the scars. Dabi’s too focused on their staggered breaths to hear the subtle squeeze of lube on Hawks’ fingers.

The moment Hawks slips a finger inside him, Dabi’s putty in his hands, moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat as he flexes against the slow roll of Hawks’ knuckle, trying to get more friction. His insides…there’s sensation there…an overwhelming amount compared to his outsides. He’s inconsolable, mouth agape, blood threatening to spill beneath his eyes as he tries not to cry from the pleasure. He didn’t know sex could feel this good…and fuck did he feel good. It felt personal…it had meaning …things that Dabi desperately craved. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this, Dabi,” Hawks croons, lube dripping from the villain’s hole as the hero continues to pump his finger in and out. The response is only a weak groan that’s halfway between a gasp and a sob as Dabi’s arms grab at Hawks’ neck, pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Hawks’ eyelids flutter shut as he obliges to Dabi’s greedy gesture, slipping his tongue into the villain’s mouth, tracing his scarred bottom lip. Dabi, out of practice and overwhelmed, practically sticks his tongue down Hawks’ throat, whimpering and silently pleading for more. He wanted to feel more. It was heaven to finally feel …and for the sensations to be ecstasy. 

“You want another one?” Hawks whispers, voice sweeter than nectar, and Dabi nods, wincing as the hero coaxes a second finger inside. The stretch is foreign, mildly uncomfortable, but Dabi’s so used to being numb that he doesn’t care. Hawks delicately curls his fingers, the rhythmic motion making heat coil in the pit of Dabi’s stomach…heat that is far different from the fire he’s used to. Dabi cries out as his muscles relax, allowing another finger to disappear inside him. To Dabi, hours have passed, maybe even days, time no longer has any meaning as his tongue swirls around Hawks’, sucking on his bottom lip as their heated breaths fill the night air. Hawks whispers soft praises between slutty lip locks, comforting Dabi all the while until the pain resolves and pleasure pulses through the villain. Hawks takes note of how much the muscle gives and decides to carefully pull his fingers out, leaving Dabi practically writhing beneath him, half-hard for the first time in who knows how long. 

Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, head tilting back and giving Dabi a full view of his pulsing jugular as he smooths lube over his erection. Feathers gently spread Dabi’s legs, pushing them up so Hawks can get a perfect view of his hole as he prepares to slip inside.

“Wait,” Dabi blurts, heart pounding and blood roaring in his ears. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hawks raises his eyebrow.

“Touya.” The name leaves Dabi’s lips before he can take it back. It’s too late. 

Hawks cocks his head, confused. Dabi can’t turn back now. 

“My name…My real name. It’s Touya. You can…you can call me Touya,” Dabi reveals, his voice quivering. 

The corners of Hawks’ eyes…usually so sharp, focused, and calculated, seem to soften. 

“Mine’s Keigo.” Too late for Hawks to take back the secret that the Commission would severely punish him for leaking. It felt…right. It felt right to finally speak it aloud…and it felt right to exchange this secret with Dabi…sanity be damned. 

“Keigo…that’s cute,” Touya smiles, relief washing over him. They’ve both shared something intrinsic. Something precious. It makes Touya feel…safe. He can’t remember the last time he actually felt safe. 

Breath hisses through Touya’s gritted teeth as Keigo’s tip slowly stretches him open, pain mixing with undeniable pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Touya whines, hating how stupid his voice must sound all twisted and submissive, but Keigo is intoxicated by it. Inch by inch, Keigo pushes inside, punching the air from Touya’s lungs until they’re skin-to-skin.

“Just breathe,” Keigo mutters reassuringly, letting the villain’s body get accustomed. Touya feels so… full . That’s the best way he can describe it. He feels…grounded…which is saying a lot considering most days he feels like a vengeful spirit floating through purgatory. At the same time, Keigo tries not to swoon at how hot Dabi’s insides feel wrapped around his cock.

Dabi’s dick twitches, his chest rising and falling, mind numb and yet so alive all at once. His brain is fuzzy, drowning in pleasure as he swallows hard, taking in all of the new ethereal sensations floating through his body, feeling the pain ebb.

“I’m ready,” He rasps, saliva pooling in his mouth as Keigo’s hips rock, and Touya winces at the friction. 

“Easy, baby,” Keigo purrs, and Touya’s brain melts at the pet name. 

“ Keigo ,” He moans his name without thinking, and the hero almost disintegrates from the raw emotions that surge through his body upon hearing that word spoken in that voice. 

“Oh, Touya, ” Keigo groans, his tone mimicking the villain’s as he carefully digs his fingers into Touya’s unscarred hips as he grinds, watching his cock vanish and reappear over and over and over again. His golden eyes lift up, meeting Touya’s glittering turquoise, and, frankly, he thinks Touya looks angelic right now, blissed out with flushed cheeks, sweaty and uncoordinated and…gorgeous. 

Hawks fully assumed this approach to Dabi would end in senseless fucking…chasing pleasure selfishly…but he was eighty-five percent sure they were genuinely making love right now. Dabi desperately grabs for Hawks, fingers finding purchase and sinking fingernails into his thick biceps.

“Can we ~ fuck~ can we kiss - ah- please?” Touya’s broken voice practically begs, and he can’t believe he’s fucking resorted to begging but if he doesn’t taste Hawks’ tongue soon he might just explode. The request makes Hawks’ heart flip in his chest…he’s never reached this level of intimacy with anyone before…and it’s with Dabi of all people? Keigo dips down, never once breaking his sensual rhythm of rolling his hips as his lips meet the villain’s. 

Touya gasps into the kiss, hands reaching up to tangle in Hawks’ blonde locks, holding him so he can’t break free. Touya’s inhumanly long tongue slithers into Hawks’ mouth, tracing his soft palate and massaging his tongue before he pulls away with a cry as Hawks changes the angle. Keigo delicately touches Touya’s prostate with his tip, and Touya’s thighs shake feebly. 

“You feel so good , Touya,” Keigo huffs, face inches away from the villain. They lock eyes once again, the eye contact stabbing through their souls. The praise goes right to Touya’s cock, which would be painfully hard if Touya could even feel it. His insides feel like they’re on fire with desire…ecstasy boiling in his veins like a raging inferno. He didn’t know these types of sensations could even exist…especially for him. He grabs onto Keigo, palms splaying in the space between his wings, fingernails scratching red lines against Hawks’ back. The heat coils in the pit of his stomach…and then…Touya feels his emotions feed into his Quirk. 

“Not safe…gonna… hah~ah! Oh fuck, I’m gonna burn you!” Touya warns, red blurring his vision as he feels the flames prickling beneath his skin. 

In Hawks’ mind, he has to let him do it. If he wants Dabi to trust him, he has to let him do it. His Achilles’ heel…this is quite possibly the most dangerous thing he’s ever done. He’s going to risk his wings catching on fire…all to ease the process of getting as much intel as possible. After this, he doubts Dabi will let him out of his sight much. Not that Hawks wasn’t enjoying this. Dabi was attractive…to Hawks at least. Even if the majority of it was for show, Hawks was into Dabi…at least a little bit. Enough for him to feel like he's fucking with feelings involved...enough for him to tell him his first name. 

“It’s fine,” Hawks chokes out, his languid thrusts rhythmically slamming into Dabi. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Touya sobs into his ear, and he can’t even believe those words are coming out of his mouth after everything he’s done. He can’t fathom the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt Hawks. The hero blinks, abruptly taken aback; if anything, he’d assumed Dabi was a sadist. 

“It’s okay,” Keigo grunts, and that’s all Dabi needs to hear before he’s uncontrollably “crying”, rivers of red pouring from his lower eyelids and out from underneath the scars in his eyes. The smell of blood catches Hawks off guard, but Dabi had warned him about this…about the state of his body. 

Touya completely loses his composure when he comes, hips stuttering, legs clamping tightly against Hawks’ waist, palms igniting in searing heat in the space between Keigo’s wings. Dabi gasps, trying his best to turn the heat down and quiet his Quirk, more bloody tears streaking down his face when he hears Keigo stifling anguished curses. 

Keigo keeps going, fucking Touya through his orgasm, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat until the climax shoots lightning down his spine and into the villain. 

The fire stops...the sound of sizzling skin fills the air. 

When Hawks pulls out, the emptiness almost throws Touya into a pit of despair, and blood seeps out of his eyes for the millionth time that night. He shudders, feeling like that lost little kid on the streets again…alone. Almost immediately, Hawks' wings come cascading over the two of them, encasing Dabi in a crimson cocoon…safe…and intimate. His heart stills…the memories drift away…his mind settles. The sudden calm he’s experiencing…merely at his touch…There’s no other possible explanation. Dabi’s in love…with a hero . 

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Four months later, Keigo Takami finds himself unable to sleep. Ironically, he’d been sleeping in Dabi’s bed just fine, vulnerable next to one of Japan’s most wanted. It felt…wrong. What he is doing is wrong. He knows it in his heart and his gut…but…he can’t turn back now. Killing Twice is going to be the second hardest thing Keigo will ever have to do…the first will be betraying Dabi’s trust. Trust that was so painstakingly hard to earn…trust that Dabi probably would never have in anyone else again…and it would be all Keigo’s fault. 

His duty is more important than such trivial things like feelings…that’s what the HPSC has taught him. But…a part of him…a part of him has grown soft. It was what he had silently been afraid of, though the Commission leader reassured him that they thought he was the one person who could do it. They told him to get information and trust by any means necessary…even if it meant sleeping with Dabi. After all, he was one of the only people they couldn’t find any intel on…what better way to get closer ? 

Originally, Hawks was disturbed by the thought. The idea of sleeping with a villain …someone who’s stolen innocent lives for his own sick and twisted ideals…ideals that solely focused on burning everything Hawks stood for to the ground. But…as time went on…he felt like he got to know Dabi better...especially once the dam broke, and Dabi spilled. Unconsciously, he was humanized in Hawks’ mind…no… Keigo’s mind. Keigo knew bits and pieces of his past…and Keigo knew his first name. The only leads he had to go on…but…he hadn’t shared them yet. It felt…wrong. Once again. On the other side of the coin. It would be wrong for him to divulge intricate pieces of information that weren’t pertinent to his mission. Keigo’s morals tended to get the best of him when he found loopholes. Because he also knew Dabi as a person now. He knew he hated fish. He knew what side of the bed he preferred to sleep on. He knew what his favorite constellation was. He knew the villain intimately…which he had never planned on. 

Keigo sits up in bed, turning to look at Dabi’s sleeping form. He’d found it was easy to tire Dabi out after an orgasm or two; Dabi even said it made him less likely to have nightmares, but that might’ve just been bullshit. 

Tomorrow…the war begins. Tomorrow…he has to break Dabi’s heart. Keigo feels his chest tighten and his throat close. Oh, he’s in too deep. He’s proving the Commission leader wrong…he isn’t perfect. 

Dabi stirs, grumbling curses as he sleepily blinks awake, roused by Keigo’s soft stifled sobs. Keigo hurriedly starts wiping away tears; he can’t be weak in front of Dabi . Especially if they’re going to potentially kill each other tomorrow. Oh God…the thought of killing Touya ? Tears silently stream down the hero’s face. 

“Are you…are you crying?” 

The question cuts through the air like a knife. 

“Bad dream.”

You could hear a pin drop in Dabi’s bedroom. Keigo thumbs away his tears, but they keep coming. The hero pulls his knees to his chest, putting his head down. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t give a shit if you cry…I used to be a big crybaby before my tear ducts got fucked up,” Dabi scoffs, using self-deprecation to ease the tension as he props himself up on his elbows, trying to catch Keigo’s silhouette in the thin rays of moonlight that pour in through the window. Touya takes a deep breath, sitting up beside Keigo before apprehensively putting the palm of his hand in the space between Keigo’s wings, rubbing the scarred shape of his handprint from their first time. It felt disgusting to care, but Dabi couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The motion of Touya rubbing his back almost makes Keigo cry even harder. He’s going to lose this forever. He’s going to absolutely destroy Touya. He has to. He has no choice; he doesn’t want that bright future he’s always envisioned to be snuffed out by the PLF’s plans. If he doesn’t kill Twice…so many lives will be lost…so many innocents…Keigo’s heart isn’t worth that price. Keigo isn’t worth that price. Keigo can’t see through the tears and the shadows, and he doesn’t know how he’s not openly losing it. He’s sitting there like a statue…eerily still. 

Touya, half-asleep and completely out of his fucking mind, decides the best way to distract Keigo is to say:

“Hey…uh…this might be a bad time…but…I want you to know…that…I lo-”

'Fuck .'

That does it. Hawks has to completely shut Keigo down. The tears stop flowing. He can’t let his mission be compromised. He has to stick to his guns…stick to everything the Commission has driven into him since he was a child. Before Dabi can finish his sentence, Hawks turns to face him…and kisses him. 

For once …Dabi feels everything. Touya feels the passion in the kiss. He feels how desperately Hawks clings to him, sucking on the unburned flesh of his top lip, gently tracing Dabi’s tongue with his own, teeth clicking together. Touya kisses him back, fingers fluttering through feathers, and they fall back onto the pillows. 

One last kiss…one last kiss while they’re far too young to die…but they just might kill each other in the morning…

[always-thyme]

Okay, so my next job will be “Witness of the Gay Agenda Via Disco Elysium,” thank you I’m already doomed by the narrative and the sweet seductive puff of Kim Kitsuragi’s bomber jacket.

[shippergirl121fic]

Thank you @blue-disco-lights for this weeks @galladrabbles prompt: Muscle.

Ian watches Mickey doing pull-ups. His muscles flex and Ian can’t take his eyes away from his husband. It’s crazy how much time has passed. 

The first time they were here together was when Mickey got out of juvie. 

Mickey grunts and jumps onto the ground, smiling as he stands next to Ian, looking at his husband. 

“You look really hot doing pull-ups,” Ian says with a seductive tone. 

“That turned you on, huh? Wanna fuck here for old times sake?” 

Ian smirks and turns Mickey around, standing behind him as he bends him over. Like the good old times.

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

Tag requested by @emmg ! Very late to this party, as usual. Doing this made me realize how much I miss my girl Ariadne. I'd like to think our Rooks would be tight ngl, I think their wine fueled girls nights would be both legendary, and not for the faint of heart

LUST: desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behavior. love poems. erotic art.

→ Her sexuality and carnal desires/expertise are fully weaponized. A professional heart-breaker, full time tease, she's an adventurous hottie and makes no bones about it. Baby gets what baby wants (◡‿◡✿) Emmrich's sentimentality, affection, and emphasis on the tender and romantic make her a tad squeamish. Doting nags that she's undeserving, being she never really experienced it prior, but she only has herself to blame. My snarly chihuahua girl snapped at any hand that offered it before him.

GLUTTONY: indulgence in experiences. savoring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can’t get enough. fast food wrappers.

→ Once settled in Emmrich's swanky Nevarran town home, she regularly plays hostess to get the gang together again. My Italian loves to feed people, and that's something I've given her. That girl has perfected 'Artcuterie'. Lots of poured wine and scream-laughing. She's happiest when she's a tiny blonde blur around the table pouring re-fills, fixing someone seconds, etc. She even loves that hazy, post-social high when it's just Neve and Lucanis lingering behind. Taking her time while cleaning up at the end of the night, in a comfortable, reflective lull of Emmrich's cigar smoke, and rumbles of laughter.

Her since refined palate does not absolve her weakness for deliberately unhealthy, cheap, greasy-spoon slop. When she gets pregnant all she wants is whatever the Thedas equivalent of disco fries is. She absolutely does not share in Emmrich's veganism.

ENVY: motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. social media jealousy. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

→ She can be a vicious little thing, with a mean jealous streak. Though she likes to pretend it's not the case, she absolutely has something to prove. Largely to do with her parental abandonment, her ultimate dismissal from the Watch, etc. etc. Emmrich has never given her cause to doubt herself, though one of these days I'll get around to a oneshot just to explore what an insufferable bitch she'd be; catching him with an old flame in an horrifically unfortunate misunderstanding. No part of me think's that any part of her would believe him capable of such behavior, but crazed and jealous? Could be fun idk !

GREED: resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

→ She likes luxury and shiny things, what can I say. She never experienced wealth before Emmrich, and he's as willing to indulge The Princess as much as she's willing to milk him for it. Not that it's entirely selfishly driven - she needs the premium self-care products, pretty jewels and clothing to keep herself dolled up and pretty for daddy, obviously

SLOTH: calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

→ She's for sure not a napper, she couldn't shut her brain off midday and then function afterwards. She's either on and non-stop, manic energy, or she's shut off for the weekend. There's no middle ground. She's either productive or she's not. She's super woman, or she's a cave troll. Either sleek and done up to the nines, or a bum. 

PRIDE: confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

→ She knows her good looks and her confidence are intoxicating. She knows her adeptness with the Fade is a thing to envy, but this girl is a MESS. She's on her game until she's absolutely not.

WRATH: assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. road rage incident. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.

→ She knows what she wants, and how she wants it - and she wants it when she wants it. Patience is not one of her virtues. When you're small, weakness can be assumed. Often, short/un-assuming statures go hand in hand with feistiness, and certainly in her troubled youth she made up for her size with her mouth (see: scar on her nose). As she aged and got a better handle on her magic she sort of simmered down, but Emmrich was being polite when he mentioned the rumors he had heard of a certain young Watcher sneaking out to be a little menace. I took his brat-taming so seriously but he's only sometimes successful with this one

She's got a hot-head and a short fuse. She explodes. Her tongue is venom, her glare is lethal and her edge cuts even herself. But when she's in the wrong, she goes above and beyond to make up for it. She's exhausting.

No pressure tags! @xxnashiraxx @khywren @obsessedwhyyes @bardic-inspo @verbenaa @jainydoe @crepsley dish about your OCs pretty pls

[bassettmemes]

THE GOLDEN YEARS (ALBUM) SENTENCE STARTERS ↳ lines from joshua bassett's debut album, the golden years ↳ ↳ the golden years (single) sentence starters can be found here

BITING MY TONGUE.

"silence speaks louder than I ever could"

"i can't breathe, i'm suffocating on my words"

"maybe the story that's been left unsaid is gasoline just waiting for the perfect match"

"i'm biting my tongue, avoiding the words i cant take back"

"i just wanna love and not look back"

"forget the promises we cant keep"

"i'm begging you to set me free"

"can you blame me for that?"

"you're running your mouth, it's wearing me down"

"i'm screaming out, but you won't hear a sound"

"cause tearing you down, oh, nobody wins"

"im trying to be better than i've ever been"

"hope you got all that you wanted"

"i don't want revenge"

"i won't hurt you how you hurt me; i want this to end"

DANCING WITH TEARS IN MY EYES.

"i lied when i said i'm fine"

"im at the disco dancing with tears in my eyes"

"dancin' with a cigarette, drunk on a Sunday morning

"standin' on the edge is somethin' we'll regret"

"makin' a mess of the bed we made"

"playin' with fire we already tamed"

"romeo and juliet, we shoulda known better"

"i caught your eyes under the lights and now I'm spinnin'"

"i cry every time our song comes on"

"it breaks my heart, dance in the dark, so you don't see me fall apart"

"everybody's askin' if i'm happy for ya"

"nothin' to regret, we went our separate ways"

"it's eatin' me alive to see you doin' better"

"maybe more wine will help me forget ya"

"seein' you tonight, i'm right back where we met"

DON'T LET ME DOWN.

"don't you remember early september? fooling around, didn't know any better."

"our ship was sinking, we held on as long as we could"

"i cried on your shoulder, now i don't know you"

"i keep replaying it over and over"

"wanna go backward, don't know if I can this time"

"we made a mess, but we were just kids then"

"gave it our best, we fell off the deep end"

"i can't forget the way that you held me, dear"

"so, you say you want me again; don't you remember the hell wе were in?"

"i haven't been thе same since you left"

"half of my heart is still there in your hands"

"if you pick me back off the ground, don't let me down"

"how do I know that you actually need me?"

"you say it's different, i wanna believe you"

"holding our hope in, maybe this time is for real"

"might be naive, but maybe we need this"

"nobody looks like you do"

"don't you tell me that you want me just to walk away now"

"don't you tell me that you love me if you don't know how"

"don't you turn your back on me and we can figure it out"

CHERRY BLOSSOM.

"cherry blossoms on your sundress, summer skin on the emerald grass, you pick a flower and pray it lasts, seasons falling away too fast."

"yeah, we talk too much, we fell headfirst under the sun"

"we're growing up but we're still young enough to crush"

"oh my cherry blossom, say you're staying through the autumn"

"you pack a picnic, i'll pick you up"

"is it too early to call this love?"

"some kids kissing in the sun"

"i'll never ever get enough"

CIRCLES.

"merry-go-round, we've been here before"

"your carousel hell got me chained to the floor"

"i've been falling for your sweet seduction"

"can't believe you're fooling me again"

"i've been running for my life"

"i end up at the starting line"

"i've been wasting all my youth on you"

"lovesick spinning 'round and 'round"

"like a broken record wearin' out"

"all this time i wasted chasin' you"

"yeah, girl, you got me going in circles"

"sweet as a peach, you're soft to the touch"

"you're making me bleed but calling it love"

"you pull me close, but keep me at a distance"

"where do i go from here?"

WILDFIRE.

"burnin' pancakes while we're dancin' in the kitchen, singin' to our favorite song, now I'm standin' in the ash and broken dishes"

"wonderin' where it all went wrong, now there's nothing left of you and me"

"it was heartbreak to the third degree"

"we had a gold and it was good until it wasn't"

"now the sirens, they sound, all of the walls are falling down"

"here's nowhere to run, darling, we'll never make it out"

"we're too close to the sun, we let it burn then called it love"

"there's smoke filling our lungs"

"would you look what we've become?"

"you asked for a light, now we started a wildfire"

"we were reckless, we were young and we were stupid"

"got too high to see the warnings signs"

"playin' innocent, we knew what we were doin', and two wrongs don't ever make a right"

"don't look away, darling, there's nothing left to save"

"just kiss me goodbye"

"we're not gonna make it out alive"

"It's far too late to save us, this flame here is to dangerous"

"don't say it's all okay, love, it's too much"

"just face it, love, we're dying"

"no point in even trying, it's too much"

"now we started a wildfire, love"

LITTLE RITA.

"she's crying on the phone, she's not quite sure where to go"

"i know this life isn't easy, but you'd know that I will be right here"

"and you know those are your needs, dear, and someone who can dry your tears"

"'cause home is where the heart is and my heart is always near"

"i promise in no time that you'll bе fine, and everything will bе alright"

"love is all that matters anyway"

"i know it's scary, i know it's sad"

"kiss your mom and hug your dad, 'cause no one knows how long they really have"

WOULD YA TELL ME?

"i've been waitin', wondering where you are"

"i've been prayin', say you're not too far gone"

"cause I don't know where my love went when you left, dear"

"i don't know where my heart was when you were here"

"what if you're still in love with someone else?"

"what if you're still hung up on someone else?"

"what if you're still the one for someone else?"

"what if you're still in love with someone else? would you tell me?"

"sunlight don't shine now that you're not around"

"daydrunk, moonshine, can't drown the sorrow out"

"i don't know where my mind was when you were here"

"i don't wanna know who's taking you home"

MIRROR.

"where did it all go wrong?"

"innocence stolen way too young"

"there's blood on my hands"

"i don't understand, where did it all go wrong?"

"out on my own at seventeen, no one to tell me who to be

"i'm going insane, i'm wasting away, i found a new low at twenty-three"

"i don't recognize the face in the mirror"

"there's nowhere to hide from the face in the mirror"

"the light in my eyes, i can't seem to find, and i don't recognize the face in the mirror"

"the face in the mirror isn't mine"

"i don't know when I last called my mom, ican't let her know what i've become"

"it's better to lie, don't tell her you're high"

"i wish i could talk to my mom"

"won't somebody help me?"

LOOK HOW FAR YOU'VE COME.

"i know you can't see the light right now"

"they buried you alive with no way out"

"you're screamin' underwater but nobody hears a sound"

"you taught yourself to swim so you don't drown"

"just in case nobody told you this today, look how far you've come"

"you've been running far too long"

"what goes up comes back down, just a circle back around"

"i know you're not nearly done when you can't seem to get back up"

"i wish I could hold my younger self. i'd say, "cry a litle longer if it helps"."

"you can't choose the place you're born, your hair, your name, your baby clothes, but getting here, you did that on your own"

"and in case that you forget, the last time you were here, you swore that it would never end"

"darling, catch your breath, the world's gonna need you love, so do the best you can"

"i promise someday that it'll make sense"