SADISTIC HEART ( ᴀᴘ )

                             He said you look crazy                    Thank you baby                     I owe it all to you Got me all messed up His love is my favorite

But you plus me, sadly can be DANGEROUS

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at  a  certain  point   /   this   stopped   being   a   continuous   mistake   &&   more   of   a   habit .   never   been   one   to   cuddle   /   much   less   get   physically   comfortable   with   anyone   that   wasn’t   your   younger   sister      (   &&   that   was   years   ago   when   you   both   were   still   young   )      ———   even   less   so   with   an   unrelated   woman .   but   Do-S   isn’t   exactly   a   stranger   anymore   /   is   she ?   wonder   how   you’ve   gotten   to   this   point   ———   no   matter   how   you   spin   &&   turn   /   the   math   just   doesn’t   add   up   /   never   does   &&   yet   /   here   you   are .   dress   haphazardly   ridden   up      (   badly   need   a   bath   )      /   shoes   thrown   somewhere   &&   hair   askew   ———   already   not   a   morning   person   /   very   particular   with   your   daily   routine   no   matter   how   simple   it   may   be   /   so   to   not   hear   your   alarm   clock   at   7   sharp   /   sky   still   dusky   with   a   midnight   hue   /   you   are   left   momentarily   frazzled .

peer   through   thick   lashes   /   see   her   there   ———   it   all   clicks .   perhaps   if   you   were   any   less   anal   /   in   some   other   universe   where   you   were   more   normal   /   you’d   even   say   she   looked   pretty .   but   something   like   distaste   fills   your   chest   /   uncertainty   in   your   tummy      (   not   regret   )      ———   it’s   not   within   you   to   reach   out   &&   caress   her   cheek   or   her   hair   /   despite   how   temptingly   soft   it   may   look   /   but   you’re   not   feeling   so   crass   this   morning   that   you’ll   turn   away   either      (   she   gave   you   the   ride   of   your   life   with   that   tongue   ) .

❛   —   Oi,   wake   up .   You   owe   me   two-thousand   yen;   I   was   clearly              the   victor   last   night .   Don’t   try   to   be   cute,   I   can   feel   you’re              faking .   Pay   up   and   get   me   some   cereal .   —   ❜

   ( A futile ritual, if ever there was one. Though despite it’s inefficacy, she does not hold it in any less high regard. Nor does she tolerate the idle disrespect of those who think to take it from her, affections be damned. )

   “Shaddup. It’s way too early for your bullshit.” She mumbles groggily, with a most undignified and unladylike snort offering a note of aggravated punctuation to her words; a jumble of unkempt strands of long, blonde hair completing the ensemble of irritability, with how they messily frame and obscure her unfocused gaze. “I mean fucking cereal? Really? Get it yourself. I’m not doing shit.”

    ( Her vulgarity is the most that she allows herself, in terms of voicing her annoyance. She has a few more scathing insults which bubble up just behind her lips. But rather than give voice to them, she chooses to hold her tongue. Perhaps out of affection, or perhaps out of fear. )

   It’s a ridiculous enough request by itself. But it’s made all the more irritating by her hazy recollection of just whose bed it is that they presently share. As though it’s in any way proper for a host to demand that their guest make them breakfast. Never mind the matter of her ‘payment’, and the connotations that it conjures. 

   ( As well as the fact that she so wholly doubts the esper’s assertions, given her hazy memories of the night prior. )

   She can only half-formulate a further rebuttal before her thoughts are interrupted by the sensation of a slender hand grasping at her chest, each finger sinking gently into the flesh of her ample breasts and pulling forth a quiet moan as a reward for their ministrations. A slight discomfort in her scalp, from the hairs that had been pulled taught, is easily eclipsed by the pleasure of the esper’s squeezing. With the embarrassment on the emerald haired woman’s features only enhancing the experience.

   “It’s not enough to start the day off by bitching at me, hm? You need to grope me, too?” Do-S smirks, her hand quickly wrapping itself in a loose grip against Tatsumaki’s wrist. “God, you’re such a fucking brat. You know that? You just can’t help but spew garbage from that adorable, little mouth of yours. But in the end, your body is just too honest for it’s own good. It’s hysterical. ”

  She cannot fully unknit her brows, or shove aside the irritation which mars her features, but her smugness still shines through. 

*change pronouns, adjust as needed*

Content warnings: swearing, body image, 

Come Through:

“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” “But we both know very well.” “You’re the one with the big mouth.” “I thought that I liked you.” “I want no part of them or you.” “It’s not my fault.” “Like you say it is.”  “It’s not my fault cause I told you long ago.” “I wouldn’t put up with your bullshit.” “You don’t come through.”  “Like you say you do.”

“Now I don’t need you to.” “Cause I don’t need you.” “You think you’ve played me?”  “Really you’ve just made yourself look like a stupid tool.” “I know it must be hard to see.” “You’re not my cup of tea.” “That’s just what happens.” “I think it’s time to let you know.” “I think it’s time I let you go.” 

Living Human Girl:

“Sometimes I’m pretty and sometimes I’m not.” “Go ahead and stare.” “So let’s take a listen.” “Hit me with your best shot.” “I don’t exercise.” “I don’t read books.” “So if you want to criticize me, go ahead, take a look.” “I’m not being bossy.” “I’m saying how I feel.” “I’m not a bitch for saying what is real.”

      “I never got into that sort of thing, though I am quite fond of the principle.” Subjugation. Domination. CONTROL. Every girl’s dream, after all. “TELL ME MORE.”

“HONEY I WANNA BREAK YOU  —

               — I WANNA THROW YOU TO THE HOUNDS.”