#woretheleash

[tumultuo]

[1:07:36 AM] prince: annabel, tori

[1:07:41 AM] prince: i have something to tell you

[1:07:44 AM] prince: and its very important

[1:07:53 AM] annabel: yes?

[1:08:07 AM] prince: yall suck ass n ur gay as fuq

[1:08:11 AM] prince: (and i miss talkin 2 u)

[1:08:12 AM] prince: xoxo

[1:08:30 AM] annabel: well, at least 2 out of those 3 things is true for sure

[1:08:50 AM] prince: i lied. i dont miss you at all

[shapedyourmind]

#i'll get the titantic dvd

Um.

[shapedyourmind]

a vitri gathering

[9:58:48 p.m.] sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ l ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴛʀᴀsʜ: ding............

[9:58:55 p.m.] annabel: ding

[9:58:56 p.m.] toriii: VRRrRrRrRrrRRRRRRR

[9:58:58 p.m.] toriii: GGRHRHRHRHRHRHRRR

[9:59:01 p.m.] sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ l ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴛʀᴀsʜ: HGHRHVHVVVVVVV

[9:59:07 p.m.] sᴏɴᴀᴛᴀ l ʏᴀᴋᴜᴢᴀ ᴛʀᴀsʜ: WWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHGHVH

[9:59:09 p.m.] annabel: CHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNGFDGDFG

[ikinokotta]

woretheleash replied to your post:

Cute. Berta likes to play.

⦅➴⦆… “Unless you want your fancy toy broken, I suggest you keep it away from me."

[tumultuo]

I want the K, Aaaoba

five. kiss with tongue

the one thing he’d never thought he’d learn about trip— like, ever— was that this guy was messy. after some hindsight, it made total sense; but sly had never really thought about it before, in that kind of light. but damn, this guy was a great kisser, judging from the fact that it hadn’t taken him long at all to coax the bluenette into his lap with touch alone. it was sloppy, urgent, with barely any pauses for breaths to be taken— but they had to breathe eventually, and sly forcefully pushed trip away, chest heaving while he glares at the blonde man.

"...hah. are you done already?" the other man’s voice reeks of disinterest, but he doesn't move to change their positions against each other. sly just makes a noncommittal grunt, irritation clear on his face, and trip lets out a short, breathy puff of laughter, in his condescending, apathetic way. "did aoba lose his words? how cute," and the blonde runs his tongue up his neck and sly just shudders, fingers tightening on the back of the other's shirt.

trip is leaning away from him on purpose when the smaller male went forward to kiss him again, forcing sly away from his lips with a mischievous glint, his eyes devouring the sight of making the bluenette ask for even the littlest of things. it disgusted him, really-- but the more they did this, the less he cared. he was desire, and he pushed forward with insistence, only to be stopped again by trip's hand.

the blonde didn't have to say any words at this point to draw what he wanted from sly's lips-- and the bluenette let out a slow, begrudging "please let me kiss you," through gritted teeth, fingers digging into trip's skin (just how he seemed to like it). he didn't even finish saying the words before the hand was off of his chest and sly was surging forward again, aggressively claiming the other's mouth with new-found insistence, making a soft, urgent noise against the other.

the yakuza member pulled sly down hard, and the bluenette's arms snaked around his neck as he turned his head to resume their previous activities, i.e: shoving his tongue down this (hot) fucker's throat.

virus later reprimanded them for the massive mess they made, but neither of them really cared. they just reprimanded the bespectacled man back for not being around when they would have loved to have him join them, and virus shut up after that.

[tumultuo]

'I want the K' [-shyly pushes note into inbox-]

one. neck nibble

warnings for: shiroba-esque sly, torture, mental torture, death, blood, ableist slurs, manipulation, abuse, generally just some really fucked up shit? i hang out with annabel and tori way too fucking much, i am so sorry.

"that tattoo looks so damn nice on you, did'ya know that?" his voice is sickeningly sweet, caressing the chest of the man he'd broken that day during granny's 'rescue'-- the ordeal had scarred aoba so much that he receded back, much to the horror of koujaku and clear, who now had... this to deal with.

he wasn't quite sly. he was different-- he was what happened when 'reason' disappeared, and when 'desire' was given full reign. his skin didn't lose pigment, no, and his hair didn't turn to snow-- but he was still deadly, with an undertone of rotten candy and fingers shaped from ice.

it wasn't long after aoba's... departure that virus and trip found him, having resumed his former rampages from so long ago with increased fervor. he didn't just leave people broken-- no, he shattered them, and forced them to bleed out in front of him, en masse, with horrifying glee. they quickly restrained him like a wild animal, much to his annoyance-- "we can't let aoba-san ruin everything, can we?" was virus's reasoning in a fake, apologetic voice.

logic meant nothing to him.

it took the two of them awhile to figure out what to do with him-- he was sated by sex, for awhile, but he always thirsted for more things to break, more havoc to spread, more broken bodies at his feet, more blood on his hands.

then they brought him mizuki.

the man was practically mute-- eyes blank, the shock permanently damaging him visibly and mentally. he still had morphine's tattoo across his throat, and together they were locked away in a room, where sly could have his fun and virus and trip didn't have to worry about him razing midorijima.

it was funny, really-- if things had been different, maybe he and the (not)twins would have been in a similar situation, but not. the idea amused him while he crooned against his pet, who barely reacted to his presence. the man was a doll, empty and blank.

sly wanted to fill him with the same sickly sweet filling that he was made up of-- how wonderful that would be, to have someone else as twisted and bent on desire like himself.

"miiiiizuki," and the name rolls out of his mouth with such an honest affection that it's hard to believe that he's so disgusting. "mizuki, mizuki, mizuki. i love yer name, y'know-- i don't mind it. it's real pretty, just like you. yer all mine, don't y'know?" he smiles like he's talking to a child. "of course y'don't. you're stuck stupid, and it's okay-- i love ya anyways."

he presses sweet kisses to the other's neck, trailing his lips against the beautiful tattoo engraved on his skin, across the ink forever staining and restraining his throat.

"we'll be together forever, and we'll make everythin' go down in flames, just for us, okay?"

he mouthed the words "i love you" against the other's flesh before a soft, chilling laugh bubbled out, as he squeezed the other tight. he would never let go of his favorite toy-- never, ever, ever.

[tumultuo]

[4:37:25 PM] pluto: the kitty wanted to play too how can anybody be scared of a giant fucking lion licking shit off of your skin

[4:38:24 PM] toriii: i know right whats wrong with that he just wants to give smooches

[4:38:42 PM] toriii: it's not like a lion's tongue is designed to lick the flesh off prey before devouring it

[4:39:10 PM] toriii: nah cute kitty what a sweet kitty

[4:41:31 PM] pluto: what a sweet kitty cat

[4:42:49 PM] toriii: pussycat pussycat ive got flowers and lots of hours to spend with you

[4:42:51 PM] toriii: so cute

[4:43:09 PM] pluto: adorable

[ikinokotta]

⦅➴⦆… And I'm not afraid of your cat either.