#— 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

[s-sugustar]

Your heroes — 𝒟．𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 , 𝒥．𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝

🎧﹒synopsis ﹒✢﹐— Should've left her in my care, this wouldn't have happened if you did. — 𝒟．𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

🎧﹒pairings ﹒✢﹐— Yandere! Red Hood x blk!fem reader x Yandere! Nightwing

🎧﹒content warning ﹒✢﹐— dark content, drug usage, smut, dub-con, power play if you squint hard enough, impact play, spitting, choking, degradation

🎧﹒author's notes ﹒✢﹐— had this in my drafts for ages since i had been a bit skeptical about posting it but here it is.

🎧﹒wc ﹒✢﹐— 3.1k

“D’aww, look Jay. She’s drooling.” Grayson concedes, his hips pushing further and further into while his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing both sides from time to time. Jason struggled against the ropes as he watched Grayson mercilessly pound into you. The whining and tiredness in your voice had caught Grayson mid-way; stopping you from reaching your climax. “Is the baby tired?” he seethed, pulling you up by the neck to stop you from slumping over onto the bed.

Screeching in pain, the squinting of your eyes and the muffled sounds of your screams had been enough for Jason to wince. Everything was hurting and he knew that but there was nothing he could do. His limbs were like jello and his energy was gone; all because of some poison Grayson had thrown at him when he tried to stop Grayson from entering his apartment. 

“Babe, you know the rules. You go to work, and you come straight back home, y’hear me?” Jason muttered, giving you a light kiss on the lips before placing one on your forehead before putting the metal helmet on. You really wished he didn’t have to lead this type of life; you wanted him to settle down for a bit, so you begged. Every single time he bid you goodbye at 2 in the morning, you always had something to say about staying home with you.

Regardless of how you put it each time, his answer had been the same regardless. “Gotta provide for you and f’me baby. Gotham needs to be at peace once in a while.” The end part being a joke to cheer you up or in hopes of making you laugh but that never happened. Staying quiet seemed like the best option every single time after the very first time you brought it up. 

To say it in the easiest way is best. Jason is paranoid; a bit too in over his head but his paranoia comes from years of battling against Batman and the fear of the Joker finding him once again and stripping him of everything, only this time, he feared it would be you with the aches of being hit with a crowbar.

After his resurrection, Jason bulked to say the least. His confidence hadn’t been there but he was stronger than before and he knew for a certainty that he would have a better chance at protecting you than before. Hiding away in the most grimy places in Gotham was his best alternative at this point. 

After becoming Red Hood, many of the districts fell under him as he ranked up. Unfortunately, he had a run-in with the one and only Batman, and to say that it ended in the most gruesome way possible was an understatement. Oh, no one was injured gravely, but the feelings that had been pent up for years had come all undone. 

“Jason, I’m sorry.” It took three words for the young boy to fall to his knees in tears. After all that he had been through, he still cherished the man that left him to die. Oh what a pity. But alas, had it only been the Bruce and Grayson that had been in mourning? Dear God no. Had anyone think to check on Y/n, who had been Jason’s best friend? Grayson sure did. He had to be the one to keep her going after she heard the news.

The pain, the torment, the nightmares day in and out. It was a lot for Y/n to keep on going but Grayson made it better. During that time of need, Grayson stayed by your side through everything. He was your shoulder to cry on, the one who made you laugh till your stomach aches. He was your everything and all in one when Jason couldn’t have been. 

“You know I’ll never leave you right?”  Grayson questioned, he peered down at you with a sullen look in his eyes, his fingers grazing the sides of your face.You fell asleep not too long ago, your head perched on a pillow with your head resting against Grayson’s arm. He knew that you wouldn’t have answered him, you had an extremely long day and with today being the 2 year anniversary of Jason’s death casting your light down even further than it was.

Bruce hadn’t been around you much, guilt filled his heart whenever he saw you so he chose to stay away. Grayson on the other hand, he knew that you lost the one who truly understood you, who had been there through thick and thin. Although Jason meant everything to you, Grayson held a piece of your heart as a dear beloved friend. 

To say that Grayson hadn’t felt a little bad that he was a bit glad that Jason had been gone was quite the understatement. He felt some sort of joy to see the way your eyes watered and your lips quivering before you had a full-blown breakdown. The heaving and small sniffles that came from you whilst Grayson soothed you made his heart do flips.

Now, Grayson was a sadist in any form or fashion but the way you looked, so vulnerable, so heartbroken, God did it do some things to him. Maybe it won't be a breakdown next time, maybe you'll be under him squirming and squealing as thrusts his dick into you. His plan was in place, all he needed was to wait for the right moment.

Silence filled the room as you looked straight ahead of you, shock written all over your face. You couldn't move, you dearly wish you could've in this moment but how could you when the one you thought was dead stood boldly in front of you, a metal bodice surrounding his form and a metal mask in hand. "Jason?" was the only thing that fell from your lips as you drank in the boy or well man that stood before you.

Red had always been his favorite color from young; you never forgot. His eyes seemed distant; his stance wasn't as before. Rigid and hollow, many walls built for the sake of his sanity and maybe yours but in this moment, all of that crumbled when he spoke. "I came back. I came back. . . . .for you." All the love that had been shared between the two of you came rushing in like a tidal wave, breaking whatever strong force that tried to pull it back.

Grayson laid on the floor, bruised and bleeding; his mouth pooling with the taste of metal and the sight of red on the pavement. He cursed heavily before pulling himself up, his head against the nearest wall as he held his abdomen in pain. "That stupid red mask." He found his way home, easing through the open window, maybe a bounce in his step to see you.

A burning sensation rang through his jaw but that didn't stop him from calling out to you. Yet, he was met with silence. Odd. Usually you would have your arms wrapped around his torso, completely unaware of the wounds he had until a wince fell from his lips making you completely aware of his wounds before apologizing. "Hey munchkin, this isn't the time to play hide and seek with me. I'm hurt and I need your company right now."

Yet no response, again. Maybe you were asleep. With his head, he peeked into the room, quietly surveying it before slipping in ever so quietly. "Baby, stop heading from m-." "She's not hiding from you, she's gone." Nightwing sneered, wincing as he turned to face the one with a metal helmet coated in red with white lenses stared back at his broken body.

His hand balled into a fist before speaking, blood pooling in his mouth. "Where did you take her? Where the hell did you take her Red Hood?" A deep rumble emitted from his throat, his eyes squinting as he stalked towards the bigger man. Yet he didn't make it far as the barrel of a gun found refuge between his eyes, the metal was cold and hard since Red Hood pressed it harder against the skull of Nightwing.

"You come after her, I put a bullet in between your eyes, Grayson." The name fell from Jason's lips with much hatred and malice but with the built in modulator it was hard for Nightwing to understand the emotions behind what he had said. With a pregnant pause, Red Hood gave Nightwing one last look before going out through the window. Nightwing grunted in anger and in pain but stood in his place for a couple of minutes. He'll get you back, one way or another.

"Sugar, you know I love you too much but I can't let you out. I'm sorry." Jason reasoned, it had been almost a year since he scooped you up from Grayson and you loved every bit of it but you felt caged. You couldn't leave the apartment, orders of Jason Todd. Sure, he had his reasons, but you wanted out. No, you needed to get out.

Seeing the same four walls day in and day out started to make you lose your mind and you couldn't afford to do that right now: not to Jason anyways. He had been through too much for you to act out and start whining over not being able to leave the house. Maybe it was for the best. Just like what Grayson used to say.

Grayson, Richard Grayson or well Dick as he wished you to call him. Boy was he some character. His worrisome state and his constant clinginess had been enough for you. You knew he meant well but sometimes you felt if there had been some sort of kick he was getting out of this.

You knew he meant well but sometimes you could feel something more sinister and darker, something he wasn't saying or well doing. Shaking your head from such perilous thoughts, you switched through channels trying to find some that would catch your attention.

A few hours later, you fell into sleepy state, your eyes shutting but blinking back to life to stay focused on the movie that had been playing. What did seem to catch your attention was the loud thunk that echoed from a room in the corridor. You sat up looking towards the hallway patiently waiting for Jason to appear.

Glancing over at the digital clock that showed 2:14 a.m. in bright red colors, it was around this time that Jason would normally get home but seeing that he didn't appear yet, you went to investigate. You peered into the training room, calling out to him. but you saw nothing, the only other room there had been the one both you and Jason slept in, so you headed there. You pushed open the door, a curious look upon your face when you saw that he hadn't been in there either, maybe something fell.

Now, you weren't one to be paranoid, but you felt goosebumps rise against your skin and the hairs on the back of your neck rising. You were being watched. At times like this, you wish Jason had trained you in some sort of hand-to-hand combat, something you could fight with, but he left you helpless, like a doll without blemishes, perched in a high place just to look pretty and keep up appearances. So caught up in the pretenses of the happy life you lived and the one you longed for, you weren't able to sense the light steps that followed behind you so in esseence, you were an easy target.

Yelping in pain, you grabbed the side of your head from the place where you had been hit and at the same time, you turned to see the culprit, but instead of meeting a face, your eyes met the hard plywood within the apartment; splotches of black covering your sight. Soon enough, you were out cold and left in the hands of the culprit.

A sheer gasp fell from your lips as some strong force from behind. Wrapping their dominant hand around your waist and one hand gripped against your mouth. You tried to scream and hit them at the same time but all failed when the perpetrator tightened their grip on your waist and squeezed the flesh of your jaw, nails and the fabric on their hands digging into your skin.

"C'mon sweetheart, don't be like that to poor little Grayson." Your eyes widen in fear when a voice you could never forget sounded from behind you, but you weren't so shaken by the fact that Grayson had been pounding you whilst you slept but the fact that Jason had been tied to a chair, eyes wide open and staring right at you.

Brusies of all shapes and colors decorated his skin, more so the black eye that was starting to form. It was only then that you realized he had been gagged with some sort of sheer material from what you could see.

Then you saw the watery look in his eyes, was it because of the bruises, maybe so. That had been your first guess since it couldn't possibly be that he was crying, was he? With the little energy you had left, you twisted and turned your arm to loosen the grip that had been around it before you snatched it away, reaching towards Jason with a soft wail leaving your lips as you tried to reach him.

Alas, but Grayson had been attentive. Although caught up in filling you up with his cum and making sure Jason knew you were his, he pulled back your wrist, a tighter grip than before, wrenching it back in the same position, not caring if he had hurt you in the moment.

"You pull away from me again and I will break both your arms, understand?" Fear enveloped your entire body, but you still nodded, not wanting to anger the man any further. Maybe it had been your body that made you fall into the deep end. Panting at the surge of pleasure that flew through you as Grayson thrusted against your hips; the slick fabric rubbing against your skin every time he moved. The grip on your hips maybe have been tight but it felt good, really good. You weren't the only one who felt good in this moment though, the sane yet needy body that had been ravishing you from behind felt the shift in your stance.

Your arch deepened and your moans and whines felt more eased than strained; you were finally started to like it and that made Grayson excited. Yet on the other hand, Jason was furious; fingers deeply caved into his palms, he wouldn't be surprised if they were bleeding and his teeth clashed to the point where his jaw started to hurt. He shook against the restraints, pulling and twisting to find some sort of release.

His teeth snapping into one of your soiled panties, which he only learned that it was when Grayson had pointed it out when you were still passed out. The sweat shined in the moon light, beads of it dripping from his eyebrow. He felt hot and squeamish, he needed to get out of these restraints. Groaning at the rope that restricted his wrists, the roughness from it, bruising his wrists. The discomfort from the tactical pants he wore; not only from the ropes that sat around his ankles but also from inside of them.

The pushing against the fabric, a bit too tight for his liking. God, he felt disgusted with himself, but the sight of you was so appealing, he needed more; needed to feel you, feel inside you. The deep hollowness within his stomach stated enough, it was detrimental but addicting.

He hated the way Grayson corrupted you, pushing you into unknown waters, hazy of all things around you. He wanted to keep you safe, away from the dangers of this world, safe and wrapped in his arms. He was pulled from his thoughts when Grayson started to mumble, murmuring words into your ear. Jason didn't even realize that you were awake; eyes wide and staring right at him.

Was it shock or fear? Normally, with his enhanced hearing, he would have been able to hear every word that Grayson whispered to you and maybe he would've been able to break out from the ropes if his advanced strength and agility was still there but whatever Grayson had in that syringe caused his energy to deplete and his limbs to feel gummy.

Back to present moment where Grayson had your back arched and head pushed down in the mattress, Jason watched as you wiggle and squirm but every time that you did, you received a harsh slap to your thigh, causing you to whine in protest. Grayson had pulled out from his daze and looked towards Jason with a large smile, canines pointed and sharp, ready to strike and pierce.

He saw the mischievous glint in his eyes; that meant he was up to absolutely no good. "God Y/n, your blood smells divine. I don't understand why Jason hasn't sunken his teeth into you yet." As Grayson spoke, Jason's eyes widen in fear, head shaking vigorously, trying to signal to Grayson not to do it but by the smile etched on his face, he knew his attempts were futile.

Your screams were muffled by Grayson's hand as he sunk his teeth into your exposed neck, gripping your neck as he pulled it further to the side for more access. The man in restraints screamed, begged Grayson to stop but his screams were muffled by the now soaking wet fabric that invaded his mouth. His chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, eyes blown wide and bright in red as he heard your screams dying down and head lolling to the side, indicating that you had passed out from too much of your blood being taken.

"Oh no, poor baby all tuckered out." Grayson taunted, dropping your limp body back onto the bed as he pulled out of you; not caring enough to clean you up or wrap you in a soft cotton cloth. The older man got up from the bed, grabbing his escrima sticks before walking over to the chair that Jason had been tied to. With a pat on the shoulder, Grayson left Jason tied to the chair with nothing else but to stare at your unconscious body in the moonlight.

Tears cascading down his face not just from sadness of not being able to protect but from anger that the one person he trusted defiled the one person that kept him going. Once Jason was out of the ropes, he'd clean you and keep you warm but after his eyes were dead set on Richard 'Dick' Grayson and destroying everything he stood for. This meant war.

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦, 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐚

Summary : Grimm's fairytales all have a deep, dark meaning, right ? For Halloween, Lina said let's mix it with the Tokyo rev world.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 (𝐟𝐭.𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨)

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 (𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢)

𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢)

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 ( 𝐟𝐭.𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 )

SPECIAL WARNING : This is Halloween content, some are kinda dark. Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with dark content.

Kidnapping, knife play ( Mikey's) , kinda somnophilia ( Kakucho's) , pervy Kaku, wild Hanma ( but we're used to it ), wild Draken, obsessed Mitsuya, manhandling.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨):

A beast, the mistake of a father, and the sacrifice of a daughter...

In a lonesome, magnificent palace of bones, the mad king was recluded. The mad king judged that the price of the greed of a father, was his dear, pure daughter.

And from your random days, you shifted into a golden cage, lullabies of the bird dying in between the growling corridors of Kanto Manji's penthouse.

Sapphire tears rivered from the alluring girl's eyes, but no gold could soothe the king's wreath.

So she starved her body, meals that the king's second, Haruchiyo brought her left untouched.

Drew the lines of her sad story on her wrists, and wrote down with the crimson of her body, the ache of in her mind.

-" You wanted it. " Manjiro's voice echoed through the empty room, the dinner on the huge table, once again, left untouched. He stared at the princess fading in front of him, just as the red rose of his curse.

Fine, if she wanted it rough. He stood up from his chair, making you startle.

And as if in slow motion, you watched his feline walk toward you, until he was standing behind you, hands around your delicate neck.

-" You begged me to spare your father, to take you. "

Manjiro was towering above you from behind, with horror,you looked at his veiny hands grabbing the knife from the table. You could only close your eyes tight, feeling the cold blade on your throat, Manjiro's manly fragrance on your neck.

-" I know so, so many ways to take you"

His hand around your neck tilted your head back, until your glassy eyes were deep in his dark ones, making the beast's heart miss a beat. He had no idea what that obsession was about, maybe something about your innocence, that his darkness burned to consume.

-" Do so. " You uttered, lips brushing against his, above you. And a knot in his guts was born. " I don't care anymore. Just,Do me as you pleased. "

Challenge, he read in your half-lidded eyes. You dared him to make you feel something, because you weren't feeling anything.

Suddenly, he got your back pressed to the table,and you were laying on top of that one with his hands around your throat. You gulped down, Manjiro leaned over you, darkish grin contorting his handsome features, and suddenly everything was muffled.

-" Speaking in terms,there's something I've been dying to do " he whispered, and you slightly wondered if fear was really supposed to make one feel as... High, as you did the minute his lips danced against yours.

Time was no more than a blur, your flesh smoked under his enflamed touches, carelessly, the beast tore down the woman's clothes, and her virtue was the feast on his table.

-" What are you... " You hesitantly asked, between two feverish kisses where he stole your lips.

-" Shh, I know what my pretty girl needs. " He shut you down, spreading your legs further open. On its knees, the beast started devouring the girl, making her scream, arch her back, hands in his hair.

-" Sir, can't take no more !"

A growl left his mouth hearing your moaned " sir " , his eyes bored up at you from where he was kneeling between your legs, giving a last open mouthed kiss to your clit.

-" Worry not, gonna make this tight pussy cum. But... "

His toned arm suddenly reached for that blade again, pressing it to your throat and hearing your gasp, Mikey placed his head on your lower tummy. Gaze of a lover on your exposed body, knife kissing your skin, his fair stands of her cascaded over his face in a charming, enchanting curse.

-" Don't you dare trying anything again, yeah ? Let's not have me hurting such a pretty face. "

-" Right, baby ? Let's not make daddy kill yet another angel."

But often in fairytales like this, the spell can't be broken. Invisible chains.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ( 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨)

A princess in deep slumber, and the lust of a lover...

Warning : non consensual kissing, slide to Hanma's part if you're uncomfortable.

Wasn't Izana's little sister, a succulent, magnificent creature ?

Kakucho lived for his king, but he also lived for moments like this, for watching you from afar, your lively gestures, your glow dripping smile, and the way you always seemed about to just steal the whole world with a bat of lashes.

And Kakucho knew Izana would never suspect his hidden feelings for his sister. His trust in his servant was unwavering, almost a burden too heavy to carry, if you asked Kakucho.

Izana never thought he'll find family again, until learning about the existence of his adorable step sister, his princess that he swore to protect with his life. And on evenings like this, where he had some business to run alone, the only one he trusted around her was Kakucho, for his great displeasure.

It was just beneath him, watching your chest rising and falling peacefully, lips parted, a dreamy sight while you dived deeper in Dreamland.

He was just supposed to watch over the house, and you, while you were sleeping on the couch in front of him. But the small sounds you were making in your slumber kept stealing his eyes, and the way you were squeezing those pretty thighs under that short skirt, kept his gaze captive.

You seemed in pain, you looked needy, rosey colored his cheeks imagining what you were dreaming of, staring at you, again and again rubbing your legs together.

He couldn't tell the exact moment where he found himself kneeling on the floor next to you, calloused fingers gently brushing away soft hair strands away from your delicate face. But he could tell the exact moment, when you parted your glossy lips open, and he leaned over.

His heart missed a beat, you tasted exactly like he thought you would, sweet, soft, plump. Kakucho released your lips, yet to realize what he had just done, but you whined, in your sleep, at the loss of contact, and he was a goner.

A kiss couldn't hurt, he told himself when he kissed you the second time. But holy damn it did, how your breasts were pressed against his chest while he was towering above you, his tongue insidiously caressing yours. It hurt his lower parts that he started to buckle against the couch, it hurt in his hand that began walking in the vaste lands of your skin.

-" Fuck..." It escaped his lips as a grunt, noticing the tiny damp deepening in your now exposed panties from moving so much on the couch.

The flames ravaged his guts, and yours too, he could tell, as his hand rested on your pubis, and a strangled moan escaped your lips.

He's been burned, by his devilish thoughts. Eyes flew open, and almost as fastly, Kakucho flew steps away from you, panting heavily, hand running in his hair.

-" What the... "

He couldn't even realize it, attach what he had just done to his self, he felt dirty, felt so bad that nausea weighed on his throat. How could you make a part of him, that he didn't even knew existed, emerge so easily ?

Horrifying.

He needed to leave.

The door called for him to run, and he answered, rushing toward that one. And as he turned around for a last look at your sleeping shape.

The sleeping beauty has been awaken by a lustful kiss.

𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 ( 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢) :

A delinquent, an overprotective mother, and a princess who craved the outside world...

Your house, and Hanma Shuji's house was where the spirit meets the bones.

An avenue between the incandescent abundance you grew up into, and his dusty poverty.

As cliché as it seems ( often it is, in fairytales), Hanma's whereabouts were where your eyes liked to land. From your golden cage, his risky, high adrenaline world made your curiosity burn more than any of the brightest corners of your house.

Crescent was shining less than the princess's eyes that night, as again, from her exile tower, she watched the delinquent hiding from a police car, somewhere behind the corners of her house.

Rapunzel thought about her mother, how anxious she was to leave her on her own for the night, although she already was in her early twenties.

Your mother would hate the idea, it was enough for you.

-" Hey !"

Shuji's been startled, for a second thinking they found him and only registering the cute voice after few seconds. His eyes searched for the origin of the sound until you spoke again.

-" Here !"

Ah, the neighbor's daughter. That tight-ass, super hot, rich girl stepping out from Limo to Limo.

He tilted his head to the side curiously, wondering why you even were landing your eyes on him, until you gestured toward the bushes under your window. With anticipation, you stared while he approached the zone, brows furrowed when he noticed the ladder you were hiding there for your wild nights.

-" I can hide you " you shrugged from your window, making him even more confused.

But did he had the time to ask questions ? Absolutely not, hearing the sirens getting closer, he adjusted the ladder and began climbing, soon finding himself at your window.

The size of the mistake was gigantic, letting the monster in should have never occurred.

Hanma found himself in a lush portrait, shallowly eyeing the shiny things in your room, before his eyes landed on the true, real thing in there.

-" Why'd you helped me ?" He asked nonchalantly, brushing the dust away from his gang uniform. And there you stood, for a second inches away from him, confused.

Why did you helped him ?

-" Cause we're... Like, neighbors " you answered like it was an evidence, making him roll his eyes.

-" And so ?" He scoffed, you frowned. " It's not like aristocrats even care about us, the others ". Something in the way he said it had your frustrations rising, you made a step closer toward him, wrong.

-" That's untrue. We do care about you... I do care about you "

You uttered the last part lower, eyes dropping down, intimidated by the smirk that began curling the boy's lips.

Weren't you cute ? He thought. In your little silky pajamas, exposing the skin of your breasts to his hungry eyes.

Yes, the beast started craving the pretty princess, a carnivorous smile painting his features and the heat rushed to your guts.

What a cursed, horrifying, magnificent sight. His one blonde strand falling above his face after all the miles he ran, moonlight shimmering in his golden eyes.

Shuji nonchalantly began turning around you, testing your trust, watching as you tried to stay steady while he glided behind your back, pressing his body to yours. You shivered to the spine, feeling his warm breath hitting your neck, then your heart missed a beat when one of his hands flew to your hips, turning you and him toward the mirror on the wall.

A hand of him, punishment tattoo , wrapped around your throat, smirk widening feeling you gulping down.

-" Oh yeah ? So your telling me, this heart" his hand with the sin tattoo rested on your left breast. " Isn't beating like crazy now ? You telling me you not scared of the big bad Shuji ?"

You should, you undoubtedly should. Yet the sight of him behind you, the height difference between you two, sin on your heart and punishment wrapped rope-like around your throat, you were mesmerized.

-" Uh uh " his smile widened even more, thinking just how much he wanted to ruin that cute face of yours. " you do not scare me, Shuji. "

His name rolling on your tongue, then he lost it. Smell of you drawing his mouth closer to your neck, brushing his lips against the sensitive skin. You sighed, closing your eyes, fear and excitement dripping from the same root inside you.

You are not scared.

-" How brave, lamb. " He murmured, placing kisses on your throat, then with no warning, his sin hand closed rather harshly around your left breast, drawing a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan from you.

-" What a pretty, dumb little lamb..."

Your eyes flew open, feeling him pressing you even more against him, feeling a solid thing pressed to your back, Shuji chuckled noticing your wide-eyed gaze on him.

-" What is it, pretty ? Don't you know what these tits, in these fucking tight clothes, do to me ?"

He could almost feel guilty, seeing the heat rushing to your cheeks. Almost. If you didn't taunted him that bad, maybe.

But you in his arms that way, he knew and wouldn't deny it, was the most precious thing he had ever held.

-" So innocent, such an angel... " He teased, thumb rolling over your hardening nipple, you had to bite your lip to restrain unwanted sounds, but he felt you unconsciously pressing yourself against him.

-" 'm dying right now. Dying to fucking ruin you " he smiled against your cheek, enjoying just how soft your skin were,and though your mouth stood closed, in your hands reaching for his, in your eyes, he could read a thousand do it.

-" You gonna let me ?" His hair strands tickled your neck,you watched as his head rested on your shoulder, golden eyes eating your face raw.

-" is my lamb gonna lemme get that tight pussy ? "

You're yet to realize that what you let inside was far from being Flynn Rider.

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ( 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢) :

A sick grandma, a grand daughter in red, and a wolf...

The girl in red has seen many things in her life, and went through many muddy paths before. You actually thought you knew the darkest corners to that jungle of town like the back of your hand.

But yes, a jungle, that was what Roppongi was. And the strongest devours the weak, you were yet to realize.

Walking on your grandma crying, nevertheless, was not something you remembered you ever been through. That one was a sunshine, even after she got sick, you've never saw her complaining about the hospital's bills or the pain.

Her flowers shop was her happiness, therefore, you were quite shocked when she told you she was about to close it, then, she explained..

You've witnessed them talking to your grandma before, and you always wondered what that type of guys were doing in a flowers shop. You should have known.

The girl in red, today, walked a new scary woodland, one she would eventually get lost in.

You knocked at the door, and soon, the guy, probably in his twenties opened it.

You knew him for being the older brother, brown and blonde braids, insidious lavender eyes, how could you not remember ? When everytime he was at the shop, you could feel his lavender haze lingering around you?

-" What do we have here, hm ?"

Ran's lazy smile crept up back on his face, his eyes glided down your leg's skin under that red fall dress of yours.

-" I'm here to talk about my grandma's shop." You announced quietly, yet he could not miss how your hands were shaking behind your back, smirking, he answered.

-" I'm all ears, sweetheart. "

Wrinkling your nose slightly, you let that one slide and raised your head, seeking for some inexistent confidence.

-" You can't keep threatening her to give you money. She has hospital bills she has to for, do you delinquents have no other way of making money ? "

Your words got stolen from your mouth, as soon as he left the doorframe making a step toward you. Ran Haitani towered above you, that smirk leaving his face making place for a weary expression.

-" First of all, we did not threaten her. The money is for... Protecting the shop, you know, against Roppongi's delinquents. " He cooed, you rolled your eyes. " And most importantly, go for it again, would you ?"

You frowned, he raised an eyebrow.

-" Try again telling me what I can and can't do, go ahead. 'm waiting. "

He saw rebellion, fire in your eyes that wanted none but to burn him alive. But he saw submission in the way your mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for your words before you realized there was no other way, your eyes fell to the ground.

And somehow, he liked that. He liked that despair on your pretty face.

You almost got startled when his finger raised your chin, so you were staring right at the wolf's opal eyes, his face inches away from yours and his whisper, under his heavy gaze made the heat rush to your lower tummy.

-" But i think... " Ran's thumb glided on the silk of your lips, enjoying your wide pretty gaze on him.

-" I can do without the money, for my pretty girl".

In the original tale of the little red riding hood, the wolf devoured the girl. And there was no one to save her.

In this version, she wanted no one to save her.

-" So fuckin' tight..."

Ran grunt against your neck, you winced, feeling him sinking inside you until he got you rolling your eyes. He, in bliss, drank in the mesmerizing faces you were making, in the way your smaller body molded against his bigger one, he began rolling his hips throwing his head back and sighing loudly.

-" Precious baby feels so good, d'you know just how much I was craving ya?"

You were too spent to even nod, sinking your nails in his back's skin. Everything about him, from his braids tickling your neck to his lips collecting yours, to his hips slamming inside you was like diving in pleasure's black hole.

-" feel how you're clenching 'round me, love. You like em bad guys , don't ya ? Such a... Pretty whore "

His hands were big, the better to hold your thighs. His smirk too, the better to devour you, and when with a deep thrust of him, Ran sent you to overdrive, you understood.

-" That's it, m'baby. Cum on me, make a mess, I'm here for it... All of this to help your grandma, hm ? Such a good fucking girl "

You understood you should go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better.

And eat you better.

𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 ( 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢) :

A masquerade,a prince looking for his princess, ans some lingerie...

Takashi Mitsuya thought he'd seen it all, years of working by the most pretty faces, dressing many women bodies, nothing could phase him anymore.

Or he thought.

Everything changed during one fashion show. Valentine's masked fashion show.

Everyone praised the Idea he had, for valentine's day, throwing a spectacular fashion show, many pretty girls of different body sizes walking in splendid lingerie. Some weren't even models, just random girls chosen to emphasize the female's body beauty. And no one would deny, having the girls wearing masks added mystery to the beauty, it was almost... Enchanting.

He eventually came to regret the idea, when his heart beat like a broken drum, and his eyes were naturally drawn to the girl who wore his most magnificent piece.

And since then, everytime he closed his eyes to sleep, you were there, walking in your mindblowing black lace bra and panties, shiny pair of eyes glimmering behind that mask. And the tiny smile you launched toward him right before walking back.

He'd tried telling himself it was none but the effect of not knowing who's hidden behind the mask, or could it be the fact that you were wearing his best creation, but he tried, and no matter how more of his models wore it after you, it wasn't just right. It was just about how in less than one minute, Takashi could learn every edge, every mole, every detail of your body.

Hakkai had enough of seeing his best friend's head in the clouds, tonight was for letting go, for forgetting and that what made him drag Mitsuya in his favorite striptease club.

-" Hold on, i know the perfect girl. That chick can literally make you forget about anything" Hakkai enthusiastically exclaimed, disappearing right after. Takashi sat in one of the booths, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He should be sleeping, why in hell did he let Hakkai bring him in that noisy place ?

As the idea of running away kept creeping up in his mind, his eyes caught sight of his best friend, from the bar, raising both his thumbs at him.

-" Huh... ?"

He soon froze, a shadow towering above his sitting form, and his lavender eyes met the stripteaser Hakkai was talking about.

Just you and your black set of lingerie, you and the moles, the details, the edges to your body, you who bend over to cup his face, your cleavage popping out right under his gaze.

-" Such a pretty boy... " You whispered in a low, cute voice that he thought was killing him slow. Mitsuya gulped down when your legs parted to stand on top of him, beginning to sway your hips for him, he couldn't keep his eyes away from your face.

No he was wrong to think it was the magic in the mystery, that as soon as he would see your face, that craving would vanish like the sun behind the clouds. Nothing could make the sun vanish, it burns, and burns insidiously, making everything gravitate toward it.

And you knew, he could tell, observing the smirk on your face.

But Cinderella's prince wasn't really one, she was yet to realize, when he pulled her by the wrist to sit on his lap, feeling the bulge of him between her legs. Mitsuya leaned over, face close to yours with his thumbs resting on your cheeks, his raw voice murmured.

-" Been looking for ya everywhere, you know that, hm ?"

It was fascinating, how with a simple smile, you manage to steal his heartbeats as much. You nodded.

-" was actually fun to see the prince making all the ladies try the shoe " you joked, catching the wolfish smirk curling his beautiful lips.

-" You're so fucking cute, thinking you're real smart right now..."

That is basically when Cinderella ended, with the prince carriage leaving with both of them in.

But the truth is...

That was only where the "fairy" part of the fairytale ended.

Because after midnight, Cinderella and her prince were still in his car.

-" Princess's so pretty... already going dumb on my cock " Takashi had his arms behind his head, biceps popping up, half-lidded lavender eyes and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled up, watching you struggling to ride him.

-" Taka', help me... Please, wanna cum-"

You were shushed by his hand abruptly squeezing your cheeks together, stern glare on you.

-" Sir. For you, it's sir."

-" Sir, wanna cum, please, can't take no more !"

And it was true, your thighs were burning from bouncing on him, your cunt aching from his impressive length. You watched the smirk in his pretty face widening, thumb rolling over your lip.

-" Hm, my pretty girl wants me to fuck her pussy better, doesn't she ?" You nod eagerly, relief painting your face before you realized.

The "fairy" part of the fairytale ended.

-" It's okay baby, i got you. " His hands circled your hips, bruising grip on your bare flesh he adored so much. Your eyes widened when with a forceful thrust, he hit a spongy spot inside you, making you cry out.

-" but don't you dare complain. My dick's been aching to ruin you, jus' be my good girl and take all of me, yeah ?"

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 ( 𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 ) :

A low class lover boy, a rich princess, and her hand promised to another...

-" I don't honestly know why it keeps breaking down, the other mechanics don't know either. Guess you're the only one who knows how to speak to my bike " the shorter guy joked, earning a smirk from Draken who was squatting down next to the bike.

If he only knew...

-" Meh, don't worry dude, I got you " Draken answered.

That the only reason why it kept breaking down...

-" Ain't he the best ? Always ready to save the day. " The rich old man gestured toward Draken, his son in law nodded.

Was because Draken did it in purpose just to see you ?

His eyes naturally drifted toward you, on the other side of the giant yard, sunbathing on a deck chair by the pool. His eyes glided down the single drop of sweat rolling between the valley of your breasts.

-" Ken... " he remembered how your small voice moaned his name, while his big hands hugged your waist on top of him, rolling his tongue over your nipple.

-" What is it that you need, love ?" He whispered, and he couldn't believe, as perfect as you are, how would you even look at him.

He had to look away, when you got ready to jump in the pool, popping up your butt in that bikini. They didn't notice.

He remembered, hands on those pretty ass cheeks, while he had you bent over your promised fiancee's bike.

-" Look how wet you are... Such a slut, dripping on ya man's bike. "

-" Ken, Ken it's too... Too much " oh with that voice of yours, choking on your words, he wished he could just kiss you until stealing the remaining breath in your lungs.

-" But he can't do this, can he ?" Draken's lips brushed against your ear, hand pulling your hair back. " He can't stuff this lil pussy like i can, can he ? No one can, yeah baby ? Can't have such a good girl moaning like a whore ".

So he came back, again and again. Watching another man, richer, classier, holding the hand of the girl he loved.

-" we got some business to talk about now " your father adjusted his suit, patting his son in law's shoulder. That one nodded. " We're gonna leave you to it, Draken. Thanks for coming again, son. "

-" No need, sir. You can count on me "

His eyes naturally found you again, drops of water dripping out of that body he loved so much.

-" Would you lemme take a pic ? " He murmured against your neck. " Have my pretty girl's pussy saved on my phone ?"

And he waved goodbye to your fiancee, a smirk on his face.

Oh he could count on him.

Not knowing that by the end of the fairytale, Aladdin would be running away with his wife.

With Draken's kid fucked inside you.

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘂𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 !!

favorite team up(s)

green lantern & the flash, red hood & arsenal, nightwing & kid flash

favorite team up to write

green lantern & the flash

↻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 // minors dni. never repost or translate. reblog if you like it, please don’t spam like. thanks for reading < 3

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

overstimulation headcanons

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

two wrongs make a right ( part one )

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥

show & tell

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥

sex pollen blurb

[wandabillywrites]

✨𝐝𝐜 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ✨𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 / 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 / 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 / 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐳𝐨𝐫-𝐞𝐥 / 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 / 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

[vigilaent]

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧     »     𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 ​

gotham's  restless  tonight .     if you know what you’re looking for ,  at least ;   in cacophonies of footsteps polishing asphalt outside neon bar puddles ,  in back allies where blood spatters blend with the dark and bodies do too ,  twisted into shapes and left to themselves ,  in the very air itself bristled static electricity under billowing clouds reaching out for the highest roofs .     it’s a night made for the sewer dwellers ,  the rats and the poisonous left in the gutter ,  the kind of darkness meant for looking the other way ,  refusing the other cheek .     there’s nothing but a buzzing in the streets and dead silence tucked behind them ,  sounds of the better left alone muffled in contrast ,  skipped over record ,  and the sound of a gunshot will sound just a little bit more like a car backfiring .

          he leaves the body for someone else to find ,  pretends he doesn’t want to lose the lunch he didn’t have at the sight of him   ——   not the body but the man .     now a pile of meat and bone already going stiff ,  no doubt ,  and the thought brings jason some semblance of comfort .     as much as one can over a corpse ,  anyway .     the rooftops bode better ,  the taste of tomorrow’s rain on his tongue and the wind past his ears ,  his next inhale that of someone breaking through the surface of an ocean .     or maybe just smelling the roses .

it doesn’t last long ,  though ,  because when does it ever .     gotham’s sooner the smell of its sewers themselves ,  wet and acrid ,  closer to roadkill ,  if you ask jason .     a heaping pile of dog shit on burnt toast .     yeah .     what else could this smell of other than complete bullshit shoveled straight in his lap :  the image of black and blue laid at his feet .     no ,  literally   ——   boots faced out towards the next roof over ,  gaze turned down past the floors to the alleyway below ,  there lays a form far too easy to recognize .          ❝   . . .   you have got to be shitting me .   ❞          and yet ,  grappling hooks propel him down ,  landing purposefully loud as if he can shatter the illusion ,  but smooth ,  one easy step placed after the other ,  easy   ——   it’d be so  𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈  to stomp on the motherfucker’s head .     goddammit   ——          ❝   hey .     dickhead .     you still alive ?   ❞          instead ,  he merely nudges the body of his predecessor with his foot ,  and tries to ignore any shades of red mixed with the blue .

plotted  starter     /     @formerlyrobin​​

[coquettebunny]

west coast feels like…

- 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞

- 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

- 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

- 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬

- 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧

- 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

- 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞

- 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

- 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

- 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚

- 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

- 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩

- 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭

- 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬

- 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲

- 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥

- 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚

- 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

- 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

- 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬

- 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

- 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

- 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝

- 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

- 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

- 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩

- 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤

- 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬

- 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭

- 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲

- 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

- 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

- 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

- 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

- 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬

- 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡

- 𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧

- 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝

- 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬

- 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

- 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

- 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡

- 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

- 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬

- 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

- 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬

- 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬

- 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐬

- 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬

- 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

- 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

- 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬

- 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬

- 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

- 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

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𝐒𝐀𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄 — 𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 :: hi hi !! i’ve decided to try to be more active on writeblr so here i am ! i’m lin ( prev. scarletphantom ) , she / her , enfj , slytherin , leo sun / aries moon / virgo rising . i am an 18-year-old student studying history in england ! i am mostly back for nano even though we’re already halfway through it uwu .

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 :: fashion , americanos , fluffy pancakes , broadway , history , kpop , and movies that are hard to understand ( like tenet ) . tvd , iwwv , grishaverse , tpw , warcross , asoiaf , tolkien , twatd , tlc .

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒 ::  𝐈. 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥 ( heist , adventure , treasure hunting , archaeology , history & art ! )            — Seven years after her father's disappearance , Margaux Laurent receives a mysterious package of her father's old research and a phone call about an impossible , illegal job offer . With fifteen million dollars and a chance to make history on the line , Margaux joins a carefully curated squad of students to hunt for ancient treasure , searching for three relics hidden in different parts of the world to unlock their secrets while racing against ... her father ?

𝐈𝐈. 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 ( enemies to lovers , fairytale retelling , good vs bad , dual povs , romance first plot second , slow burn ! )           — Sienna Santa Rosa’s story started the moment she decided to break away from her birthright , taking a different path than what everyone expects of her . Now she is a criminal mastermind who tiptoes the border between good and bad , doing it all cloaked in red . Dante Blakesley’s only wish is to be a detective and to stop little red robbing hood’s bold , theatrical heists . But when he gets an inside glimpse of the outlaw’s world , Dante begins to doubt if the scarlet robin hood is truly villainous .

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