vuyie's silly smut fics
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The children’s bandaids, bought by Horror and Dust as a joke, worked just as fine as the adult kind. They were placed with careful precision to every still-open wound.
“Y’know, you could’ve gone and seen Night… gotten her to eat up the feeling instead of doing… this, this shit,” Killer scolds gently, only after the last bandaid was placed, tossing the biohazard of a mess into a metal mesh trashcan by Cross’ bed.
“...Mhm,” All it was was a reminder of how she could’ve done differently. Taking a deep breath in, “I won’t do it again,”
“You don’t just stop, it doesn’t let you.”Her head tilted upwards without even thinking about it. She wanted to say something, and was instead face to face with the one licking her wounds for her. Their eyes made contact, both searching for something in their expressions.
The words were lost in favor of gawking at the girl in her bed.
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- Part 1 of vuyie's silly smut fics
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Once Killer pulled back, she revelled in the rainbow of color dancing on Color’s cheeks. She buried the top of her skull into Color’s shoulder. Sharp claws played with the magic emanating from Color’s skull, calming the two further.
Closing their eyes, they fell asleep.
One glance at the alarm clock told Color just how late it was. They’d only been laying together for around 4 hours, making it 2 in the morning now. A soft red glow emanated from the sheets.
What was more apparent, however, were the rocking movements against Color’s pelvis.
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- Part 2 of vuyie's silly smut fics
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Cross let her eyes close again, feeling as a single tear dragged itself down her face.
They separated, gasping for air. The smell of over-ripe fruit hit Cross’ nose harshly, but she couldn’t find herself shying away from it. Killer tasted sweet, the taste ruined by the vodka.
A string of spit connected them for longer than necessary. When it broke, most of it went straight to Cross’ chin. Her summoned tongue flicked out by reflex, licking up what she could reach. Killer’s hand moved from her cheek to swipe the rest off of her face using her hoodie sleeve.
(OR: Cross and Killer get drunk with the rest of the team after a mission, then make out in Cross' room)
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- Part 3 of vuyie's silly smut fics
- Part 1 of vuyie's sansestober 2026