#i just want to write them slowly recognizing the paint pattern of the shredded metal on the ground in the inexplicably not so dangerous

[bitegore]

I really love how in this story that I'm working on, every time I'm excited to get to a part that should be like, three lines away, one of the stunticons decides that they need to start an argument that will last for 1,500 entire human words and take me an hour to write and also not be very interesting

However, additional shout out to wildrider, my beloved, who is extremely bored of this also and wants everyone to just fucking shut up and get along and get the fuck out. And who is the only reason these things take 1,500 words and not 10,000 lmfao

[vyglitchcraft]

The Hacker X Cavalier Gantz- Neon Spray Paint

Authors note: Erron/The Hacker is by @horrorslashergirl and Gantz is mine also i am not good at writing anything and i absolutely feel bad writing this, this is going to be awkward af

Song Inspiration: New Girl by FINNEAS

Warning: Smut, brief mentions of snuff filming and blood, dub-con, virginity lost/first time, daddy kink

Word Count: 2.2k

“Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad." that's a quote that's stuck in The Graffiti Assassin's head of course that's because if they weren't so violent and unlucky this wouldn't happen.

They looked out the car window as raindrops falls on to the glass calming them down "fuckin' hell it's pretty cold ain't it? I'm surprised that you can keep warm with that hoodie of yours" Gantz crossed their legs and leaned back in the chair, softly sighing.

They met some time ago, Gantz was just finished killing a target but unfortunately they weren't really in a good mood that night. The target had escaped enough time to piss them off which they took out by shredding the target to pieces and unfortunately The Hacker was walking nearby and saw them, Gantz facepalmed themselves at that mistake till this day.

"we're here, let's go" they sighed and opened the door.

It was still raining but the air was nice enough that the can tolerate for a while "Cav stop spacing out, follow me" they nodded and followed Erron

"Yo where are we?" they looked around the building, it was unfamiliar and large. They entered using the emergency stairways and climbed up, reaching the destined floor.

It was easy to realize that this was a hotel but it makes sense that he would do this, wanting to be untraceable and all that. "Do you like it? Paid good money for this" he opened the door to their room and stepped in. The door automatically locked behind them and the room was dark, only letting the light of the streets below to pour in.

"not into the expensive shit but i can deal with it" they sighed, cracking their neck before walking down with him.

"really only one bed? I guess you knew i ain't stayin' here long ay?" Gantz chuckled as they walked to the fridge rummaging for drinks.

The Hacker placed his bag on the desk in the corner of the room, grabbing his phone and scrolling through it before stopping at a message they both had

CG: yo uh Erron i need help with something, can you track down this person for me?

Cyber: what do i get in return?

CG: like i know, we'll discuss it later and I'll think about

Cyber: you better not be late or you're going to get something you won't like

GC: don't worry, I'll get it on time promise, heck I'll share my prize with ya

GC Last seen 03:25 at XX-XX-XXXX

He showed the message to Gantz which they promptly went wide eyed "you forgot didn't you?" a loud "tss" sound came from their mouth, they reached to their pockets and pulled out a stack of money, they counted it before handing it to him "five grand...Is that enough?" the Hacker chuckled behind his mask "sorry doll face but the price got raised for keeping me waiting"

They looked around the room, tongue clicking with nervousness and annoyance "whaddya want me to do? Give ya another grand? Kidnap a girl for you maybe?" he hummed amusingly. Stepping closer to them to place the money on the desk "oh I've got something else in mind baby, and it's not what you think it is" they ran back to the door trying to escape but ending up getting caught by him pulling them by the back of the collar.

"now walk to the bed slowly or I'll make it worse" he kept his hands on their shoulders, forcing them to follow his orders. "you better have those cameras off or I'll gut you like a fish"

"oh don't worry darling, cameras all off, just me and you" he tilted his mask to the side to show a small LED that's turned off, obviously connected to the micro cameras he had imbedded in his purge mask.

"now come here and sit on daddy's lap" he said seductively, they clicked their tongue and followed his order. "this is humiliating" they closed their eyes, refusing to see their reflection.

"Gantz, look at the mirror, this is a punishment afterall" one of his hand traced their hips, moving up to their coat and zipping it off. His hand moved under the shirt they had left and took off the bandages they had on to flatten their chest, he grabbed one of their breasts, rolling the end between his finger tips "guess the rumors are right, you are a new girl, you even got these babies right here, fuck pierced too, tell me how big are they?" under the mask Gantz was more than flustered, they bit their lips as to not let any noise escape "D....They're Ds, i had to wear those so they don't get in the way" they say through gritted teeth, their hands squeezed the bedsheets like a life line.

He took off their top wear, lifting their arms and ripping it off leaving them topless. Their body was lean yet muscular they were covered with bruises and wounds, some old and some new. Their arms were full of tattoos, covering from shoulders to wrists. "what's wrong baby girl? Why are you trying to hide this from me? Are you embarrassed that everyday you get reminded of all the pain you felt? Don't worry, i love it" he palmed their breasts, the other hand tracing the bruises on their waist.

"i just wanna scratch your surface, i wanna feel your all you're grooves, i can be your needle, I'll lick your wounds too, you can be my new girl, just wanna play with you" his voice smooth like silk, they shiver at the feeling, they weren't denying, his voice was soothing and worst of all they needed him inside them.

His hands traced the hemline of their pants before pushing it down to the floor with a thud "naughty girl, you're so fucking wet just from me groping you, do you want me that badly? Guess you paid me late just for me to punish you huh?" the tone he said that in was mocking, laced with venom that stung Gantz's ears "f-fuck you, I'll kill you later" they whispered their eyes shut closed.

He laughed at their anger, resting his head on their shoulder "oh i know you won't, if you kill me, you'll miss me" he pushed inside to of his fingers, moving with a torturously slow pace while his thumb circled around their clit. "Gantz, remember look at the mirror and don't cum until i said so"

They opened their eyes, staring at themselves in the reflection, they couldn't recognize themselves at all. "JUST FUCK ME YA POSH IDIOT! JUST DO IT please"

He wiped their tears that started to pour "shh no need to yell, that wouldn't be fun wouldn't it? I'll give you prize if you be a good girl, sounds good?" they nodded as they climbed off his lap.

They sat between his legs. With a bit of hesitation they unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. They tilted their mask above their head, enough to block their face from Erron's angle but enough to have access to their mouth. They licked their lips, jacking the cock in their hands and spreading the beading precum that's beading out of the tip. They wrapped their tongue around the base, licking up to the tip where they slowly try to fit all of him inside their throat. The feeling of cold metal against their tounge piercings was driving both of them mad. They jacked their head up and down his length, tracing a zig-zag pattern on the base.

"fuck, you're good, i was right when choosing you, you better take all of me baby girl" he tangled his fingers between their hair, pushing them down onto his shaft. In instinct they covered their mouth with their hand and swallowed. They positioned their mask back like it used to, covering the bottom half of their face.

"i guess i should keep my promise, you've been really good, you didn't even touch yourself, nice" he patted their head, untangling their hair and patting down.

He grabbed their hips, resting them on his lap. They wrapped their arms and rested them on his shoulders "i still hate you, you know? I ain't gonna forget about this just because you touched me good, you'll need to work harder to make me like you" they traced the middle of his mask, tracing their finger down his nose and lips while he grabbed their thighs, slowly grinding them on him.

Erron rested them on the bed, placing himself between their legs. "please go slowly, it's my first time" their voice barely a whisper. He cupped their mask tilting their head to look at him "don't worry darling, daddy's gonna be gentle with you"

Erron rubbed the tip to their opening, slowly inserting himself about halfway through. Gantz winces in pain while trying to get used to his size "are you alright? I'll start to move" they nodded.

He moved in a slow pace at first "you're doing good, fuck you're tight, you're practically sucking me in"

Of course with The Hacker nothing can be wholesome, not even for a while "I'm going to BREAK YOU" Gantz's eyes went wide as Erron sped up his pace making rougher.

"NO NO WAIT DON'T!" they tried to stop him but can't. He holds their hips with a tight grip surely leaving bruises the next morning.

Their breaths were heavy as the pain started to turn into pleasure. One of his hands cupped their one of their breasts while he moved his mask away from his mouth to suck and lick on the other, swirling around the sensitive bud.

With a scrape of the teeth, Gantz's back arched with a sharp inhale. They wrapped their legs around him as he pounded their pussy into an overstimulated mess. They circled their clit with their pointer finger trying to reach their orgasm.

As Erron noticed, he grabbed their wrists "i said no cumming until i say so" holding both of their wrists together in one hand he raised it up above their head but by accident it had hit one of the filter of their mask, taking it off of them.

As soon as they noticed they hid their face behind their hands "NO, don't look at me! Let me put it back on please!"

Displeased, Erron grabbed their wrists harder, successfully putting them above their head. Their face was as clear as day, with the lights from outside making them seem to glow. He moved their bangs that covered their eye now being able to see their dual colored eye but that doesn't seem to be the thing that saddened them, in the left corner of their mouth was a small scar and bruise and a larger scar coming from the bottom right of their cheek and almost reaching the corner of theri left eye and over their nose. They looked tired, black circle around their eyes, seemingly busted lips, bruises on one eye and lips.

"What's wrong? Afraid i won't like you cuz of your face? Well it fits you doll face" they looked shocked, they tried to look for a hint of sarcasm in his eyes but couldn't "it's not about that, it's to hide my identity and shit, and ya got cameras on ya that can give ya evidence, and i don't know what you'll do with that info!"

"Stop lying baby girl, it's obvious you're trying to hide it from me, though you are smart about not trusting me but believe me when i say i have them off" he smirked, planting a kiss on their lips before moving down to their neck.

He started to gain pace, as rough as the last one but now the pain was gone. They closed their eyes and letting quiet moans spilling out from their lips.

Sloppy sounds of skin hitting eachother filled the room. A concoction of cuss words can be heard from one another.

Erron's rhythm started to get uneven, his grip on them was tightening. "i-oh god, fuck I'm gonna cum!" they said between sets of moans and heavy breathing. "shit, go ahead cum for daddy" he bit down ons their shoulders and sheathing himself to the hilt.

Seconds had passed before he pulled out, letting the cum and blood spill out from them.

"i guess i can tolerate you for a bit longer" their voice was slurred, they closed their eyes, letting their tiredness to knock them out.

"sleep tight princess" he nuzzles their face and slowly resting them right on the bed.

The next morning their body was aching, they grabbed their phone on the night stand besides them "huh? Wait a sec I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" they threw off their blanket, trying to stand up before being stopped by Erron.

"Don't worry, payed your boss. I said i needed you to help me film a girl getting gutted but it was just so you can stay with me this weekend" Erron was leaning on the desk, fully clothes and ready for the day. "Yo if my capo founds out he's gonna kill you" he patted their head to calm them down.

"Don't worry he's not going too, now what do you want for breakfast?" he grabbed the room service menu and handed it to them, they looked at him with suspicion even tilting their head "why are you even doing this? You usually just left the girls you fuck so what's the difference?"

"Cuz you're mine, and no one can take you from me"

[artificialqueens]

Shut Up & Dance ( Trixya ) - Tammy

A/N: Hello! My name is Tammy and this is my first time submitting something to AQ. I’d just really quickly like to thank Maeve for managing to beta this thing, she did a really great job!  This is just a real quick one-shot/drabble based around the song “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon.

Whoever said that prom was the best night of their life was fucking wrong.

Trixie had been standing at the edge of the “dance floor” ( read: poorly decorated space in the school hall covered in sweaty teens desperately groping at one another ) for what had felt like hours. Standing alone in the corner was never how she’d imagined her prom; the movies had she’d grown up with had promised her so much more than all of this. She hadn’t quite been prepared for the sheer raunchiness. There was nothing romantic about the way couples sloppily kissed each other, tipsily grinding as their erratic teenage hormones ran rampant. The movies had shone such a pure light on dances, promising an opportune moment for the glittering protagonist to elegantly swirl into the arms of her true love, right before they were destined to ride off into the sunset forever. It had been hours and she was still fucking waiting for her damned moment.

The small sips of cider her friends had squirreled away before prom had started were beginning to wear off quickly. Her buzzing mind was slowly coming to grips with the reality of the situation as she could feel the loneliness begin to set in. It flitted back and forth from self-loathing and cynicism, unsure whether to believe that everybody was watching her or that nobody was watching her. The dancing couples seemed to be lost inside of their own worlds, their minds and souls melding as they twirled about in orbit, narrowly avoiding a collision.

She could see all of her friends out there lost in their sweepingly perfect spheres, their nights moving by in glamorous snapshots, as their youthful dreams became true. God, she wanted to be a petty and bitter bitch about the whole night, pondering any way she could drag some form of attention back to herself as a way to soothe her wounded heart, but she would never truly be able to forgive herself for doing such a thing. No matter how disgustingly jealous she was of them, her love for them was more than enough to pummel away the choking feeling that had settled its way inside of her heart. She smiled at each of them as they twirled by. At least from now on, there would be no more hushed confessions about the leggy bitch from Kim, and their girl nights could be appropriately spent trying to smuggle bottles of wine home as drawling reality shows flickered in the background. Judging from Adore and the clown girl, her school life was also set to be safe from the relentless pining that she’d babble on about, despite scarcely saying a single bloody word to the senior girl. Her friends were happy, their dresses shimmering almost as blindingly as their smiles.

And then there was Trixie, with the fluffy pink gown that literally made her glow like a cum stain in the darkness, who clutched her dwindling drink as if it were her lifeline.

By now Trixie had resigned herself to a night dawdling near the snack table, fiddling with her phone absent-mindedly as she tried her best not to focus on her inevitable life of loneliness. Her friends had managed to find their high-school sweethearts, whereas Trixie was destined to live with her 32 cats in a grittily rotting cottage. She knew that she was being incredibly melodramatic, but at this point in time, she was sure that she deserved to wallow in a little bit of self-pity.

It wasn’t until she heard the sudden drumming of the music beginning to speed up yet again and the feeling of someone lightly touching her wrist that she was brought out of her mind and back into reality.

The girl whose hand was tentatively holding Trixie’s wrist had a somewhat sheepish smile plastered across her face and a wild mess of blonde hair that fanned out all around her. She seemed rather anxious to say something, but the pounding beat of the music drowned out everything that dripped from her lips, leaving her rather flustered. She recognized this girl as Katya - the Russian exchange student. Trixie had never quite paid attention to her, only really remembering her for hanging around Ginger and the likes. For so long, her wheezy laugh had been all that Trixie had associated with her - she’d always dismissed her as yet another member of the bitter old lady brigade. However, seeing her up close was beginning to make Trixie rethink writing the girl off so quickly.

As far as prom attire went, Katya’s fashion sense was worse than Trixie’s dementia-ridden, pop-tart snorting grandmother. But somehow, somehow, she managed to work her problem patterns and tattered sneakers, wearing them as if they were opulent jewels dripping softly from her glowing skin, her shredded shoelaces trailing metallic glitter wherever she walked. Her charcoal covered eyes drew Trixie’s attention, lashes thickly curled underneath the layers of smudged mascara, sparkling with both a sense of shyness and courage, blinking down at Trixie as if she painted the silently glinting secrets of the ever-expanding universe across her lips.

Stereotypical as it was, Trixie quite literally felt as if her heart was bound to jump out of her throat, digging it’s adrenaline soaked claws into her insides and pumping her full of dizzying giddiness. No matter how desperately she’d hoped to be approached, she hadn’t quite believed that it would happen. Her night of self-pity and loathing had been interrupted by a glamorous Russian woman who reeked of cigarettes and cheap perfume. Trixie’s heart had been stolen completely.

Although neither of them could hear one another speak over the increasingly loud cacophony of sound blaring from the speakers, it didn’t take a genius to decipher what Katya had been wanting to do, the two of them stumbling over one another in their bashful eagerness.

Trixie had never really been much of a dancer, she could hold her own on a dance floor; but dancing with a partner was another battle entirely. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself - what was she supposed to do with her arms? She couldn’t figure out whether she was supposed to lace her arms around Katya’s waist and pull her close, swaying softly to the choppy rhythm or rest her arms upon Katya’s shoulders, allowing Katya to sweep her off of her feet. Amidst her confusion, Trixie awkwardly rocked from side to side, her arms hanging uselessly by her sides as she struggled to decide on what to do.

Katya, on the other hand, didn’t appear to be letting such trivial matters hold her back, practically tossing out all dancing tricks she could think of in an attempt to capture Trixie’s full attention. She leaped from side to side, dramatically waving her arms about, her thrilling sense of adrenaline drastically shaping her movements. However, it really didn’t take long for Katya to notice that no matter how many times she tried to flaunt her flexibility, Trixie’s mind was otherwise preoccupied.

Throwing her arms around Trixie’s waist, Katya pulled her closer, hoping to snap Trixie out of whatever bothersome thoughts were plaguing her mind.

“I-I… uh…” Trixie began, her cheeks flushed beneath heavy coats of makeup as the thumping music drowned out her semi-spoken words.

Gently laying her finger across Trixie’s slightly parted lips, Katya edged towards Trixie’s ear, her mad grin pronounced as she screamed, “Shut up and dance with me!”

Trixie slightly reeled back from the sudden words shouted into her ears, but she was anything but angry. There was no doubt in her mind that Katya was insane, but fuck she’d never felt her heart swell at something as simple as six loud words and a delicate touch.

As her anxieties began to flow away with the faint breeze, Trixie let herself fall into Katya’s arms, some small part of her brain questioning if Katya’s embrace was her destiny.