#turning red fanfiction

[nostalgic-woodwind]

Sleep Is Important

CG! Jin Lee and Regressor! Ming Lee 🍼

Plot: Ming is exhausted from temple duty.

Prompt generator made by @buttercupagere: https://www.tumblr.com/buttercupagere/717362756193583104/hehe-i-made-an-agere-prompt-generator

Ming has been struggling with insomnia for the past couple of days. Jin suggested that she should take a break and rest for a while. However, she adamantly declined. She wanted to make sure that the temple didn’t go bankrupt. She had to keep the temple going for her family.

Jin went to check on Ming at the temple at the end of the day. He saw that she was incredibly tired. She was wearing sunglasses to cover the bags that were under her eyes and yawning profusely. Jin felt incredibly guilty for this. He knew it was Ming’s choice whether or not she wanted to take a nap, but he knew that she should listen to her body if it was hungry, tired, etc.

“Ming, honey, I think you should try to go to bed early,” Jin said to Ming.

“I can’t…” Ming whined as her headspace began to slip.

“Ming, you need your rest. You didn’t sleep well for the past few days and I’m worried that it could make you sick if you don’t sleep. I was worried when you almost fell asleep during temple duty.”

Ming just continued whining and making little stomps with her feet.

Jin gently wrapped his arms around Ming and gave her a hug.

“I know, I know,” Jin consoled.

“No sleep,” Ming muttered.

“I know you don’t want to go to bed early, and I know you’re probably feeling a lot of things right now. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Ming sniffled and responded, “Tired… sad… angry… frustrated.”

“Yeah, those are valid feelings. How about I put you to bed? Do you think that will help you sleep?” Jin offered.

Ming nodded. Jin kissed her forehead.

Ming brushed her teeth and hair while Jin went into the kitchen and made a sippy cup of angel milk. Once Ming came into the bedroom, she grabbed her regression bag and pulled out a onesie and a Pull-Up. Once she changed her into her pajamas, she grabbed her plush Celine doll from the bag, along with her baby blanket.

Jin arrived a few seconds later with the angel milk.

“Alright, let’s get you tucked in,” Jin said with a gentle smile. Ming walked over to the bed and laid down. Jin tucked Ming in and handed her the sippy cup. Ming began drinking and Jin grabbed a book from the bag. He read softly to ensure that Ming would be comforted after a very long couple of days.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

The press was going wild. Headlines like, "A bat unmasked?" and "Bat kid gone wild!" which Danny thought was uncalled for. He didn't even do anything that bad. All he did was rescue those kids and preformed a perfect flying kick to the mans jaw! He didn't even knock out a tooth!

Oh. And he wasn't even one of the bats.

Danny had only been in this dimension for a day and had no idea what was going on. He didn't actually have plans to stay in this world long so when he saw a guy around his own age being held hostage by guys in ski masks he just acted. He just flew invisibly to the hostage and took them.

By the time the captors realized thier hostage was missing they were long gone.

Turns out the guys name was Tim and he was rich, which honestly explains the kidnapping. Tim had a lot of questions and Danny just wanted to know where to drop Tim off at.

Later that night he gets to meet the bat himself and of course he trolls Batman and makes the man chase after him around the city. This turns out to be a big mistake. As Phantom Danny wouldn't dare use any of the fighting techniques his mother had thought him. His mother had trained in a very exclusive dojo by a legendary master who only ever took 7 pupils in his lifetime and his mom taught this stuff to Danny up until the accident. So if Phantom used these techniques his mom would know immediately that it was him.

But here no one knows who he is.

No one knows about him or Phantom.

And he doesn't plan to stay...so why not go ham? Thus Danny play fighting the bat across streets and rooftops, through bars and crowded shopping districts all while giving witty banter.

It probably didn't help that he was a very Robin shaped boy...so naturally all those photos of him and the dark knight wound up in the papers. Danny thought it was hilarious until he had his fill of chaos and tried to leave...only to realize he couldn't.

He was trapped in this dimension with the mess he made. Uh oh.

[help-itrappedmyself]

Danny punches a Clown Part 7

Masterpost

Danny wakes up some time later. Red and Agent A are there waiting for him in chairs on either side of his bed.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Less tired at least.” Danny was well enough he could feel his wounds trying to heal. “Could probably use some food though.”

“I will go retrieve it for you now that you are awake.” Agent A walks out of the med area.

“You feel up to meeting a few people? They’re going to be around so you should know who they are.”

“I guess so.” Danny sits up on the bed, bringing his knees to his chest.

Red leans out past the curtain and waves some people over. When he takes his seat, a man in a blue and black suit with a mask on and someone in an all-black suit with a head covering that comes down over his eyes comes in behind him. They stay standing by the curtain.

“You met Nightwing earlier, and this is Batman.” Red introduces. Nightwing waves when Red says his name. “We all work together here.”

Danny nods.

“Hey, Danny!”Dick comes over to sit in the chair on the other side of Danny’s bed. “We have a few questions that we would like to ask you if you’re feeling up for it.”

Danny shrugs.

“Okay, well we know you haven’t been in Gotham long, where did you come from?”

Danny wonders if he tells them a different dimension if they would believe him. If they would try to send him back. “Illinois.”

Nightwing let out a short whistle. “That’s a long way Danny.”Danny snorts at that. “Did you come here by yourself?”

“Yeah.” Danny starts picking at the edges of the blankets, trying not to look anyone in the eye- not that he could, they all have some form of mask on.

“Okay. Well, we have some concerns. Don’t know if you remember what you were talking about before you went to sleep, but you said some things about being shot at a lot, by your parents and some other people.”

“What part of that is a question?” Danny leans forward and rests his cheek on his knees, watching himself pick at the blanket. He found a loose thread that he’s started twirling around his fingers. 

“Can you tell us more about the people who were shooting at you? We’d like to look into them.”

Something in the tone Nightwing is using makes him sound all clinical. Like a social worker. Or a cop. It shouldn’t matter really because the people that did this to him are inaccessible unless they have some way to dimension hop. 

“Doesn’t matter anymore, I’m here now.”

“What made you come here? Do you have a family member, or friends that you were meeting?”

“For real, are you a social worker? Psychologist, cop, what.” Danny looks up at him. “You brought me to a cave f and you’re all wearing masks, but you’re talking to me like I’m going to freak out or something. You can stop acting like I’m a child. I know what’s happened to me. Frankly, the fact that I’m trapped in a cave with people dressed the way you are is more concerning for me than being back on the street. So can we get on with you doing whatever you’re going to do?”

“We’re not going to do anything Danny.” Red leans towards him. “We just want to make sure you have somewhere to go.”

“I don’t.” Danny states plainly. He knows his circumstances and he can’t risk going back home for a while, shouldn’t go back at all except to grab his stuff and leave again. 

The three share a few glances back and forth, having quite an in-depth silent conversation. Danny rolls his eyes and goes to stand up, they all immediately try and stop him.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” Nightwing asks.

“Where are you trying to go?” Comes from Red.  

“You’re injured, you should stay in bed.” Comes from Batman.

Just then, Agent A pushes aside the curtain, walking in with a tray.

“I do hope you aren’t overwhelming the patient.” He brings the tray over, Danny straightens his legs and A situates the tray in his lap. “This boy needs to eat, and to rest. You don’t need to worry about where he’s going until he is fit to be out of bed. He’s not going anywhere until he’s improved.”

“Sir, I’m sure it’ll be fine-” Danny starts.

“Nonsense. I will not stand for it. You need proper treatment or your wounds will get infected. Now, eat or your body will not have the necessary fuel to heal.”

Danny bows his head and looks at the tray in front of him. A brought him chicken noodle soup, he starts to eat as A shepherds everyone back out and closes the curtain behind them.

“Now, I know this cannot be easy for you, being injured and alone.” A comes to sit in the chair that Red vacated. “I assure you that you have a place here at least until you are better. Even if you wish to leave now, you will not be able to get better on the streets.”

 “Thank you.” Danny says. “I didn’t mean to snap at them.”

“I’m sure they will forgive you for it, you are under a lot of stress right now.”

Danny nods. “Thank you for the food. It’s amazing.”

“Of course, Mister Danny. I will be making sure you are well nourished while you are with us. Please, let me know if you have any preferences.”

“Anything that’s not alive is good for me.”

Agent A just looks at him. “You did mention something about fighting your food last night. I had thought you were talking out of a bit of delirium.”

“Oh, no that used to happen. The chemicals my parents used reanimated the food sometimes. Had to fight some hot dogs. A chicken. Our kitchen was a hazard.”

“I dare say so.” A has a very scrunched up look on his face. “Rest assured nothing of the sort has ever happened in my kitchen.”

[chillwildwave]

Some 4*TOWN/ Turning Red memes I made cuz this fandom is starving:

[noxspluto]

Arthur secretly loves spending every waking moment with you.

Even if he’s in the distance, if he notices you doing something around the camp, taking care of the horses or managing the ammunition and food stock, he’ll smile bit to himself, and look away immediately because he can’t possibly comprehend liking you, and you liking him.

After all he went through, he feels it’s safer to stay away from you emotionally, even physically to an extent, because the overwhelming thoughts of wrapping you in a tight hug, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, and muttering slight words of what can be considered love, throws him down into realization of his past, and how he’ll never be able to lead you to a safer life.

So in the meantime, he’ll glance, he’ll smile a bit at what could have been, and he’ll leave it be, letting the dream stay a bittersweet dream.

[barleyo]

Barley's Masterlist.

Avatar

Miles Quaritch

Pollen. Pollen. (part two) Hey there, tiger. Red Wings. Shower Head. Teacher's Pet. (coming soon) Birthday Bitch. Hybrid. Loud.

Jake Sully

Demon Knife.

Tsu'tey

Trust a Stranger. (coming soon)

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Fuck in Cadillacs.

Spiderverse

Miguel

Don't Be Sorry. Next Time. Take Me to Church. Three's Company. (coming soon)

Hobie

Bubbles. Miss Independent.

Spider-Man Noir

My Hero.

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

Love Machine. Love Machine. (Part Two) Daddy's Girl. Older Stepbro! Leon...

BNHA

Shigaraki

Caught.

Sir Nighteye

Explain Yourself.

4 Town

Aaron Z.

Winter Coat. Nameless Bruises. Evacuate the Dancefloor.

Jesse

Good Boy.

FNAF

Montgomery Gator

Gag on it. Scream for me. Rental Slut.

Map Bot

More Than a Map.

Misc.

Jeff Boomhauer

Lone Ranger. Straight Tequila Night.

Archibald Asparagus + Petunia

Tour Guide

Strip Weathers

Hitched.

[pastafossa]

I had a hilarious TRT-related hiccup earlier today when I was seeing a museum with a friend who was in the area.

So we met up, and she and her partner hop into my car. Naturally, I have some music playing softly in the background, specifically the official TRT playlist cause I wasn't thinking and had Matt and Jane on the brain. And after a few songs, as we're driving to the museum and chatting, she, in clearly somewhat puzzled tone, is like, 'what is this you're listening to?' because there's a really random assortment of styles on there thanks to recs from me, all ya'll, my sis, and spotify itself.

And my brain... stalls.

Because these people in the car are Friends but not Fanfic Friends and neither of them even know what fanfiction is. And any explanation will potentially launch a cascading wave of further fanfic explanations until I'm eventually discussing Star Trek slash back in Ye Olden Fandom Times (TM) or knowing me going further back to Dante's Divine Comedy in the 1300s, which was not a powerpoint presentation we had time for. Yet, 'yes this is a 9 hour playlist put together by me and a bunch of readers of my stuff, and by stuff I mean a really long free story I've written based on a tv show simply because I am obsessed, no I do not know all of them personally but we all talk regularly and they bring me songs for the fic sometimes like cats laying birds at the feet of their humans only instead of feeling shock and horror I am delighted and have collected them for the past 3 years and that is why my playlist is gloriously broad in style and scope' is also likely to launch us into explanations we do not have time for. Lying never occurs to me.

"Um. Uh. This is... It's... some... friends who read some of my online work and made a playlist about it."

Her, in the tone that says she knows I'm full of shit and keeping an entire novel series of information to myself: "Oh. That sounds nice."

Nailed it.

You're all my friends now, it's official.

[padfoot-lupin77]

Can we stop toxicifying and possessive-ing perfectly untoxic unproblematic green-flag characters? Please and thank you 💜

[nostalgic-woodwind]

Mommy and Daddy's Little Panda Cub

CGs! Ming and Jin Lee and Regressor! Mei Lee 🍼

Plot: It's Mei's bedtime. Little scholars need their rest, after all.

It was a peaceful, yet cold winter night in Toronto. It was also raining. Raindrops made pitter-patter sounds on Mei's bedroom window. Ming had just finished giving her daughter a bubble bath and dressing her in a pair of soft, warm footie pajamas. She was now sitting in Mei's bed, cradling Mei in her lap as if she were a baby again and feeding her a warm bottle of angel milk that Jin had just prepared.

Mei had an eventful couple of days, filled with finals before winter break and getting her first period (for real this time), which happened on her final test of the semester. She powered through and aced her exams with flying colors. Now, she had regressed and was healing from her period, thanks to her parents' TLC (tender loving care).

"Are you feeling better, baby?" Ming asked softly.

Mei nodded and cooed behind her bottle. Ming smiled at this and stroked her daughter's red hair.

"Mommy wants you to know that she and your daddy are very proud of you. You're an amazing little cub, and we love you, no matter what or who you become."

Mei snuggled to Ming's shoulder as she drank her bottle. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, signaling that she was ready to go nini.

Jin walked into the bedroom with Mei's stuffed dog, Wilfred, and a pink, satin-trimmed chenille blanket. He had put them in the dryer to make them warm and toasty. He handed Mei the items, who cooed as her way of saying thanks.

Jin sat down next to Ming and kissed her cheek. Ming kissed Jin's cheek in return. She then kissed Mei's forehead as she finished the bottle.

Mei whimpered and whined after Ming removed the empty bottle from her mouth. Ming softly shushed and cooed as she replaced the bottle with a pacifier that was resting on Mei's bedside table. Mei calmed down as she suckled on the soother.

Ming rested Mei's head on the pillow and tucked her in. Mei snuggled Wilfred and her blankie in her arms as Jin turned off the lights and turned on her nightlight. He and Ming kissed Mei's forehead and whispered goodnight as they left the room.

Mei fell asleep, warm and safe from the cold winter's night.

[acourtofthronesandhotdudes]

friend groups of four where two of them are gay for each other is so impeccably top tier

[chillwildwave]

The Tracklist of Breaking Free!

4Townies, it’s happening y’all!!!!

[thesoulspulse]

This cover might be a placeholder but I love my Valerie's look so much! And I'm looking forward to resuming my journey with Valerie and Dani in Turning Point sometime in the future.

[ink-beneath-her-fingernails]

ok but pjo au where the demigods slowly start gaining more powers and not all of them are tied to their parents

and maybe they don’t realize it at first. maybe the gods realize it before them and get scared. maybe none of them realize it at all for a while. but the demigods are out there. they’re traveling the world. they’re doing shit. and stories are spreading and social media is launching a whole bunch of shit and slowly the gods start losing their power and the demigods start gaining new ones

maybe annabeth leaves to go scout something out during capture the flag, and completely fades from sight as she does. it’s such a normal thing to them that nobody thinks to question it, they hardly even remember that her yankee cap is still stuffed in her backpack in cabin six from their last terrifying adventure. maybe percy loses the curse of achilles but the thing about amnesia is he kind of forgot he even had it in the first place, and nothing anyone does to him really seems to hurt him still, so everyone who knew he had it kind of just... assumes he still does when they see him again. they forget that he is of the deep sea, or maybe once was, or will be, and to be someone who lives and breathes and walks on the surface of the earth with no issues and still be able to survive in the depths, under such immense pressure, his skin is made of stuff stronger than the styx can conjure, and if it wasn’t then, it is now. maybe piper’s starting to see things now, visions of what once were there, or might have been, or will be, beyond when she’s looking in the knife, beyond the normal demigod dreams, not quite prophetic like rachel. it’s more like she suddenly has access to all the possibilities, and that is a very different, very dangerous thing, and she doesn’t know how to swallow it.

because what gives them power is belief, right? and people are starting to believe in them. they’re starting to talk about them, and give them names and domains and stories and offerings

maybe prophecies are a lot more opportunities than they let on. maybe every quest for the gods is a path of mortals they leave a little better than they find them, carved across continents. maybe a couple of kids get lost in the woods for weeks and weeks and just when people are starting to give up hope of finding them, a group of teen girls lead them out from the tree line, silver jackets thrown over their quaking shoulders, before disappearing into the ether. maybe someone’s car breaks down, and it’s the middle of winter and they don’t know how to fix it and they don’t have the time or money to take it into a mechanic, and they’re starting to panic because they need this car, and then this kid they saw at the soup kitchen earlier shows up out of nowhere, and they assumed the kid was there with family but they’re not, they’re here all alone, they say they’re new in town and not planning to stay for long, and when the kid asks why they’re still here and the person explains the situation to them, this kid just grins. easy, no problem, just give me a bit. and they say they can’t pay them and the kid just laughs it off, and an hour later they’re five bucks lighter because they bought the kid a sandwich and water from the corner store, and their car is in better condition than they bought it in, can go twice the distance on half the gas, and the kid bounces before they can even ask what their name is or dig out their phone to call child services and what do you mean their car can fly now. maybe a little girl is terrified because her parents aren’t home yet, and she has a new babysitter, has for three weeks now, but everyone else says she’s the same lady as before, that they’ve known each other for ages, but she keeps looking and looking and looking at the thing that smiles with too many teeth, that laughs a beat too long, that doesn’t know how she likes her sandwiches cut, that parts its hair on the wrong side, and she knows that this is not her babysitter. it’s not hurting her, because she has two flesh and blood bio parents even if they have to work a lot, it’s not doing anything, but her babysitter is missing and no one believes her. and then this guy who kind of looks like her older cousin (but not how her not-babysitter kind of looks like her babysitter) hears her talking to herself about it in the corner of the playground and puts a hand on her shoulder and promises that it’ll be alright. and then her not-babysitter is gone and no one talks about her anymore, but they aren’t insisting that nothing’s changed this time, either, and the new babysitter looks very, very different and doesn’t pretend to be something they’re not.

...and so on and so forth. and these not-gods are something real and tangible and are actually helping people in a very real and impactful way even if those people might not exactly see the full gamut of what they’re doing because ~mist~. and that spreads, and leads to more stories, and more belief, and more than all of that, it even gets them something they never asked for, something like devotion.

and they’re not gods, not really, like the gods aren’t titans and the gods aren’t primordials. they’re something else. maybe a step down, maybe one or two to the left, but... close enough, really.

idk just. the demigods getting to have a little bit of otherworldly power their parents aren’t directly responsible and some eldritch confusion. as a treat.

[patchwork-crow-writes]

53 - A Second Chance

(Elements of coercion)

Oh my sweet light, you must think I'm such a fool. And perhaps you are right, because who in their right mind could possibly agree to such a terrible arrangement...? Could this make-believe relationship really be worth paying that price?

And yet, when you are by my side, how easily it slips my mind! Oh, I could almost believe that no time has passed as we dance and converse and stand just-a-little-too-close and is that your hand upon my back drawing me nearer...?

But don't be upset at them, my light, when all they're doing is exactly what I told them to do - save the world, restore the balance. And if, in the course of our quest, opportunities should present themselves to... get closer... well, who are we to refuse? Isn't that what this is all about, after all, making better friends...?

And... who knows? Perhaps... you'll come around, and we can do this for real! I mean, it wasn't all that long ago, was it, that we were always together? A-and that was good, wasn't it? To have somebody made just for you, to not be alone anymore...? You think so too, don't you? D-don't you...?!

Oh, how can I make you understand just how much I've wanted - no, NEEDED this!? Just a little more time, to make you see what I see! My second chance stands now before me, and I shall NOT squander it! Just let me serve you - let me cherish you once again, and all will be right with the world!

And then... and then we'll be... we'll be...

______________________________

The Dark Menagerie No. 53

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[inahallucination]

when the poets all go their separate way (diff colleges, diff jobs etc) they get matching dead poets society related tattoos 

tho admittedly they are all super drunk when they do this

but still

meeks’ is near his ankle

charlie’s on his chest (a little above his heart)

cameron’s on his wrist

todd gets a side rib tattoo

neil’s is on his back (shoulder blade)

pitts’ is on his inner arm

if they were sober, theyd probably have gotten matching badges/pins/bracelets

but it is what it is

[barleyo]

Bruises.

(Aaron Z X F! Reader smut)

A/N: Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

“Z’s room is down there and, on the left, by the way. Sorry to call you out here on such short notice, but he’s going to need a stylist,” Robaire took her hand, holding it sympathetically, “He usually does it himself, but it’s just time for a professional.”

“I understand. This is my first time working with a band, but my work should hold up! Thank you for considering me.” (Y/N) smiled and gently pulled her hand away, clutching her large make-up bag with her other hand. “How long until he needs to be on stage?”

“Two and a half hours. He’s waiting for you, so hurry!”

(Y/N) quickly strode down the backstage halls, scanning every door until she found the proper one. The door was plain compared to the sticker covered one next to it, as its only adornment was an orange hairband on the doorknob. She tightened her grip on her bag and knocked, rapping on the wood with her four knuckles.

“Yeah.” She felt the floorboards under her shake slightly as the man behind the door approached to let her in. The door opened quickly, (Y/N) felt the cool rush of air as a tall figure was revealed. “You’re the stylist,” he said, not as a question, but as a statement.

“Yes, I am. I am (Y/N),” she answered anyway, looking up at his face. “I take it you must be Aaron.”

“Call me Z. Come in, I’m ready.” He kept the door open behind him, leaving her to close and lock it.

She walked over to the vanity chair Z found himself in, his arms crossed. "I hear this is your first time having a stylist?” He nodded and sat up in the chair.

“Can I ask why? Or is that intrusive?” She placed the bag on the nearest side table.

He shook his head and said, “Easier to do it myself, or at least it used to be. I can’t do some of the styles the other guy’s stylists do for them by myself.”

“Well, either way, we should get started! Do you have your outfit ready?”

Aaron got up and grabbed the outfit from his wardrobe, holding it over his chest to half-model it for (Y/N).

“Perfect! You can go ahead and put that on while I get–”

He had his shirt off while she was talking, actively changing in front of her. He stared at her blankly while doing so. She barely registered the sound of his buckle being undone until he had his orange jeans on. She had caught her breath after hearing him clear his throat to get her attention.

“I meant in the bathroom, uhm, for future reference.”

“Right.”

She grabbed a package of bobby pins and small, black rubber bands from the bag behind her and ushered him to sit on his chair. He turned it to face her direction.

“How did you want your hair styled for tonight, Z? Or no specific idea?” She leaned forward in front of him, her head over his.

“You can choose, doesn’t really matter for tonight,” he yawned in a sleepy voice, relaxing his shoulders.

(Y/N) hummed and grabbed her bobby pins, holding them between her teeth until she was ready to use them. She opened Aaron’s vanity drawer, pulling out one of his signature sweatbands, an orange one this time, and placed it over his forehead, accidentally rubbing the shell of his ear with her cold nails. She pushed his locs over the band and pulled a pin out to secure it, having to lean closer to him to do it. Her revealed cleavage was inches away from Z’s face and was getting closer to him every time she adjusted his hair.

“That should be good,” she said, fixing his band once more. She felt the warmth of his face on her chest immediately but did not quickly pull away in fear of scaring him. Instead, she played it off and continued to fiddle with the sweatband. “Okay,” she coughed, “Time for makeup, then you’ll be ready.”

Aaron Z bit back the smirk that desperately tried to escape, keeping up his usual straight face. (Y/N) grabbed a tube of foundation and dotted it sporadically on his face. She pulled out a small makeup sponge and spread the foundation out with it, hesitantly grabbing his chin to hold his head in place. “Sorry,” she whispered after tilting his head to the side. Almost done, she only had to blend the product down on his neck. She placed her hand around the base of his neck to steady herself, giving her the ability to blend the underside of his chin. A low groan came from Z when she did this, his voice lightly vibrated in her small hand.

She snatched her hand back, thinking she had hurt him. “Aaron? I am so sorry, did that hurt? I swear I didn’t mean–”

Z hooked his feet behind her kneecaps, successfully pulling her onto his lap. He flipped her so that she was sitting with her legs on either side of his own and leaned into her ear. “Do it again, (Y/N).”

“What? I, uhm, I don’t understand.” She dropped the makeup sponge as he gripped her wrist and placed her hand over his neck once again.

“Tighter, this time. Choke me.” Z’s tone was half pleading, half demanding. His jeans grew tight, and his lids became heavy as his erection grew, poking (Y/N)’s cunt through the fabric of her skirt and panties. “Please, I need you to, so bad.”

(Y/N) felt her face heat up. She complied, doubtfully pushing down on his esophagus while her small fingers clenched around his neck. The same buzzing feeling came from his throat as she applied more pressure, assuring her that she was doing it right. Aaron’s hazy eyes flickered when she let go, giving him a chance to breathe freely.

“Was that right? I’ve never really done that before,” she said.

“Yeah, that was good,” he cleared his throat, trying to get his voice back. “Here, keep doing it like that.” He freed his cock from the confines of his pants and leaned the chair back a bit, slouching. He pulled her panties to the side and dragged the tip of his dick through her folds, collecting her slick.

“Ah– Z, hurry, we do not have much time, we–” she was cut short by a moan of her own, her voice breaking when he pushed into her. He dug his fingers into the fat of her hips, bringing her cunt up and down. (Y/N) gripped onto his throat again for a sense of stability, tightening her grip when he bucked into her harder than before. “Fuck, slow down!” she squealed.

Instead of slowing down, Aaron switched positions, flipping (Y/N) face down on the chair, himself behind her. He pulled her up by the hips and arched her back, slipping his dick back inside her needy hole. He pushed her face into the plush leather of the chair and continued to thrust into her, angling to reach her most sensitive spot.

“Feels good, hm?” Z asked through the noisy sounds of skin, leaning down to her ear, pressing his chest into her back. “I feel you clenching on me, you’re close.”

(Y/N)’s whine was muffled by the chair, but the spasming of her walls alerted him. He snapped his hips into her one final time and grunted. He came deep inside of her, pulling out only to watch it ooze out of her reddened, used pussy. “Mm, nice.”

Zipping his pants up and checking the time, he quickly smacked (Y/N)’s ass and tried to run off to the stage, being stopped by her voice.

“Aaron, the bruises on your neck, should I cover them?”

“Leave them.”