#I don’t think I’m completely a girl and wanna use he/him pronouns

[nosleep83]

I hate having a transphobic family sm

[kaciidubs]

Talk Dirty [Like You Need Love]

This song has me thinking heavily about expanding this into a fuller fic, so if people end up liking it, maybe I'll go ahead and finish it further! ✧ Summary: Chris was a great friend, picking you up from work whenever you had a late shift - so, it was only fair that you wanted to repay him. ✧  ✧ Word Count: 3.5k ✧ Warnings: Biker!AU, friends to ???, smut, slight dom! Chris, open ended ✧  ✧ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ✧  ✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Baby, Good Girl, Pretty, Chris is referred to as Baby, Channie ✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist

The streetlights came and went in intermittent strobes, passing over the two of you as his motorcycle hummed along the sparsely occupied street.

Your arms were wrapped securely around his waist just as he’d taught you, the warmth of your body against his back combating the chill of the crisp night air - he really wished he hadn’t forgotten his hoodie in his rush to pick you up.

“Are you cold?” 

As if reading his mind, your voice floated through the comms of his helmet and he shook his head, “I’m alright, baby - don’t worry about me.”

Of course, you weren’t easily swayed - it was a quality he loved about you, no matter how much he preferred to be the one to look out for everyone else, you were always there to double back on him with undeterrable determination; proved by the way you leaned a little more against his back.

He wouldn’t have thought twice about your sweet gesture if it weren’t for the shifting of your arms, your hands slowly splayed against his torso.

“I always worry about you, Chris…” Your voice was soft, dripping with sweet honey as your right hand wandered its way higher, following the soft defined path of his chest underneath his shirt. “It’s hard not to, if I’m honest.”

He took a short breath, unsure if this was truly happening or if his mind was playing tricks on him and twisting your intentions to fit his deep seated desires.

That is, until your left hand carefully danced its way to his thigh, sitting nicely against the cotton of his sweatpants.

“You always do so much for everyone else- do so much for me,” your hand flexed, nails pressing lightly against his thigh, “I just wanna do something for you in return, you know?”

The bike slowed to a roll as you reached a stoplight, Chris keeping the balance with his otherwise unoccupied leg while taking the opportunity to hold onto the outside of your own thigh.

“Be careful with your words, baby - you might give me the wrong idea.”

“Are my actions not enough?” You murmured, inching your hand higher, fingertips brushing along the inseam of his sweats, “Should I do more, Channie?”

His hand left the brake clutch to wrap around your wrist, electricity flowing through your veins like a completed circuit. “You shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this.”

“But I want this, I need this.”

Your hand squeezed, your voice filling his head like the intoxicating lull of a siren’s call.

“I need you.”

Green.

Chris tapped your thigh, ignoring the chill that ran down his spine when you seamlessly went back to holding onto him just like he taught you; arms around his waist, your body against his back.

The ride to his apartment felt like second nature with you - much like other things he did with you, if he were honest with himself - and the moment he pulled into his parking spot, his movements only felt more natural.

Switch engine off. Kickstand down.

Your hands slid up his back, gripping his shoulders as you eased yourself off of his motorcycle, and by the time your touch left him, Chris hopped from his seat with learned grace - his hands unbuckling and taking off his helmet in record time.

By the time your own helmet was off, cradled in your arms, his intense gaze caught your eyes, locking you in a stare off that said more than words could convey, yet their true meaning would be lost to memory with what left his lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He breathed, “Tell me right now and I’ll take you home, and we can pretend none of this happened - just, tell me.”

“Chris,” his name fluttered from your lips like butterfly wings, “I meant every word, I’m sure, I’m so sure-”

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours - the warmth of his palm settling on your cheek in a hold that dared your knees to give out from underneath you - but as fast as they’d appeared, they vanished, leaving you dazedly blinking up at deep brown eyes.

“C’mon.”

The journey up to his apartment was a blur; the melodic chime of the front door’s lock welcoming you to the final stage of your decision as he ushered you through the doorway.

Shoes haphazardly kicked off next to another pile of pairs and helmets stored on a shelf, the empty living room was graced with your presence for what felt like half a second before you were finally where you needed to be.

Chris’s room was a place you’d only been inside of a handful of times, if not to stick your head in to announce your arrival when hanging out with his roommates, then to visit whenever he had a new snippet of a song he wanted to share; there wasn’t a chance for a tour then, and there certainly wouldn’t be a tour now.

With a subtle flick of a switch, the once dark room was suddenly bathed in a dim glow from the led lights lining the ceiling - warm and welcoming, much like the arms that wrapped around you from behind, followed by a soft pair of lips you were quickly getting used to pressing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His hold grew tighter as his lips ventured higher - a dotted line of kisses, a brush of his breath against the back of your ear, followed by the ghost of his lips along the shell. 

“Are you still sure?”

Your eyelids fluttered, your lips parting to sigh out words evoked from the fantasies of your deepest desires, “I’m yours.”

He turned you around, and for the first time you were able to truly appreciate the feeling of his lips against your own - soft, likely from the myriad of lip care products your friends tease him for, a sensation you could find yourself craving every day and never growing tired of in the end.

You kissed him back with fervor, taking the liberty of cupping the line of his jaw with one hand while the other cradled the back of his neck, the faint curls of his hair tickling your fingertips.

Chris was the first to pull away, gifting you a fleeting peck when you tried in vain to follow him, just to reach overhead and tug his shirt up and off before unceremoniously dropping it to the floor. However, he barely gave you the chance to admire the view as his hands went to help you out of your hoodie while your own hands hastily went to tug up your shirt in the messy, frantic process.

Two articles down, the warmth of his hands were now free to meet your waist and his lips were on yours once more; his hold tightening as he took a step forward, nudging and guiding you backward until the backs of your legs met the edge of his bed. Obliging to his silent request, you sat down, using the strength in your arms to wiggle yourself up enough to lay comfortably on the full sized mattress and welcome the weight of him on top of you until it wasn’t.

Looking up, you were met with his heated stare, all but devouring you with his eyes as he took in the view - though, you figured you fared the same way when your eyes ventured down, following the strong slope of his shoulders before taking in the sight of his chest.

It wasn’t a view you hadn’t seen before thanks to his aversion of shirts in his own home - granted, it was his apartment, so you couldn’t fault him for the times he’d come out of his room to see you happily chatting away with his roommates unbeknownst to him - but you could now appreciate the details you wouldn’t have taken in otherwise such as defined pectorals and the smallest beginnings of abs against his otherwise soft stomach.

Ending the unintentional standoff, Chris lent forward, his fingertips just barely grazing your lower stomach as they went to the button of your jeans, “Can I?”

“Please.”

The corner of his lips ticked up but he ducked his head before you could see the smirk blossom, though you couldn’t find yourself to care once your jeans were undone, lifting your hips to help him shuffle the garment down the length of your legs and watching him give them the same fate as your shirts.

“These too?” He mused with a teasing lilt, eyes flicking from your own to the plain black panties you wore.

A short huff brushed past your lips, an unamused pout pursuing them. “Chris.”

The sound of his delighted giggles bounced off the walls, reducing the heat of arousal to a nice simmer that your nerves greatly appreciated - that is, until his fingers hooked underneath the waistband and slowly pulled them off; the sensation of his knuckles dragging along your thighs drawing a soft gasp from you.

It wasn’t long until they were down your legs, past your feet, and dropped off the edge of the bed, leaving you entirely bare from the waist down.

“Fuck…” He breathed, propping his knee on the bed as his hands slid up from your calves to the backs of your knees, caressing your skin before gently bringing them up and out - exposing your pussy to his pure delight. “Look at you, pretty girl.”

A wave of heat washed over you followed by an embarrassed whimper, “Chris, don’t say that.”

“Why not?” Looking up, he cocked his head slightly, “You said you were mine, which means I’m allowed to compliment what’s mine, yeah?” He bent down, maintaining eye contact as he kissed your knee softly, “You belong to me, right, baby?”

Your heart jumped to your throat, his words working like a spell against your lust addled mind.

“I belong to you.” You breathed softly, melting into his hypnotizing gaze.

A pleased hum vibrated through him as he dipped his head to kiss the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your skin, “Good girl.”

His kisses trailed higher and higher, growing messier and messier as he went - a nip here, a suck there, open mouthed and worshiping until he reached your pussy.

Just as he was about to dive in face first, your hand tugged at his hair, effectively breaking him out of his tunnel vision to give you his undivided attention.

“What’s wrong? Do you wanna stop? I can-”

“No! God, no - it’s just…” You took a deep breath, your bravado escaping you the instant you stopped him, “I want you to eat me out, but I wanna suck your dick too. I wanna make you feel good too, Channie”

“You wanna suck my dick, pretty?” A shiver ran down Chris’s spine at the mere thought, his dick painfully straining underneath his boxer briefs and sweats. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Words like that coming from a mouth like yours - you’re a fucking dream.”

His presence left from between your legs and part of you felt silly for missing it until you saw him reaching for his sweatpants - even through the black fabric you were able to make out the noticeable bulge tenting the front - the waistband of Calvin Klein nudging you in the right direction of what he wore underneath.

Pushing both articles past his hips, your eyes were immediately glued to the dips in his pelvis - the Adonis belt, a fitting alternate description of his v-line until your attention jumped to a scattering of hair beneath his navel leading to seemingly maintained pubic hair.

However, your peep show was obscured by his head as he bent forward to take his clothes off the rest of the way, giving you the chance to mentally prepare for the grand reveal. By the time he stood straight again, you couldn’t help the audible gasp that left you, your eyes widening as you took him in all his glory - all of the jokes his friends would make now having validity behind their digs.

“I hope that’s a good reaction…” Chris spoke sheepishly, his ears as red as a tomato as he averted his eyes to the side, one hand twitching to cover himself while the other anxiously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Chris,” your soft call was enough to bring his eyes back to you, just in time to see you undoing your bra and tossing it to the floor, “I really want you in my mouth, baby.”

The air of shyness quickly left him as he smirked, making his way back onto the bed, “Say please.”

Reaching forward, your fingers danced along the underside of his jaw before you whispered, “Please?”

It was almost instantaneous in the way you found yourself straddled over his face, his hands massaging the plush of your thighs as if he couldn’t get enough of the way they squished and jiggled under his hold.

You leaned forward, eyes eagerly taking in his dick from the new angle; he was thick, probably an inch over average if you had to guess, with the prettiest veins that begged for your tongue to trace them.

“Don’t force yourself to take me, okay?” He called from the other end, the feeling of his breath against your cunt sending chills down your spine. “I know I’m… y’know, big, so I don’t want you to hurt yourself to make me feel good - you letting me do this is more than enough, baby.”

“I can do it Channie,” spitting into your palm, you graciously took him into your hand with a slow stroke, “I’ll be okay.”

A low groan escaped him, your sudden touch sending him into the stratosphere, “Just- Be careful for me, alright?”

Humming in agreement, you wasted no time in littering his tip in butterfly kisses and kitten licks, slowly getting yourself used to the bittersweet taste of his precum.

“Shit…” Not holding himself back any longer, Chris slid his hands up to your hips before pulling you back onto his mouth, his tongue eagerly diving between your folds as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.

The action made you jolt forward, though you barely moved an inch thanks to his hold on you, your lips parting to let a moan float through.

“Mm, not too loud, baby,” he spoke against your pussy, kissing the hood of your clit, “don’t wanna wake up my roommates, yeah?”

As much as the idea called to something daring within you, you shook your head, using this as an opportunity to take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth; just enough to have the weight settle on your tongue while your hand stroked what you hadn’t gotten to yet.

“There you go.”

With that, he went back to exploring your pussy with his tongue, dipping past your walls every now and then before going back to dancing around your clit - his hands enjoying their new home on the curve of your ass.

To say the feeling of his mouth on you was mind numbing would’ve been the understatement of a lifetime - it was as if he was eating you out in the most respectfully disrespectful way, the sounds of his lips sucking your clit paired with low, breathless moans before he went back to lapping up your arousal was pure debauchery.

You tried your best to be diligent, bobbing your head in time with the curls of his tongue against your slit while your fist used whatever drool that dripped from your lips as lubricant to keep each stroke smooth and slick - your efforts not going in vain by the way his thigh would flex, or the twitch of his hips - but you were quickly falling victim to the pleasure.

“Taste so fucking good, baby,” he mouthed against your pussy, as if moving even an inch away would be detrimental to his psyche, “could stay here forever.”

The thought had you moaning around his cock, pulling away to give your lungs the reprieve of a full breath, only for a whined exhale to follow suit. “C-Chris, please.”

“Please, what?” Flattening his tongue, he licked a fat stripe up before giving your clit the lightest kiss imaginable, “Gonna come for me, pretty? Is that what you want?”

“N-No,” dropping your face to his thigh, you focused all of your energy into keeping your hand moving, “w-wanna make you come first, just- shit, just slow down a little!”

Chris hummed, feigning deep consideration, “But what if I want you to come for me?” His right hand slid further between your legs, his index finger stroking your fluttering walls with the promise of something more, “You said you wanted to repay me - so, let me make you come.”

Your hips bucked, muscles yearning to press back against the pressure to send you over the edge you were dangerously teetering over. “But-”

“Baby,” the velvet drawl of the pet name earned a pitiful hum in response, “you wanna make me feel good, don’t you?” He felt your head nod against his thigh, huffing out a short chuckle before continuing, “You wanna ‘repay’ me for everything I do for you, right?”

“Yes.” You sighed out, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thumb replacing his finger in favor of toying with your clit.

“Well, guess what?” Dragging his thumb up, he pressed it against your slit, “Watching you come for me- Feeling you come for me is all I could ever want from you,” slowly pushing his thumb past your walls, he ghosted his lips against your inner thigh, “show me how good I’m making you feel, baby - do it for me, please.”

He punctuated his plea by swirling his tongue around your clit once more, thrusting his thumb in time with each flick while his left hand held your hip tightly.

Your mouth fell open, a moan fighting its way through your vocal chords only to come out as choked gasps, “Ch-ah- Channie- Fuck- Channie p-please-”

Pressing his thumb in to the knuckle, Chris wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, humming out a low moan that proved to be the final straw to push you over the edge.

“Chris- C-Chris-!” Lifting your head, you put your mouth over your arm in hopes of muffling the airy moans escaping you, your vision blurring behind pleasure-fueled tears as he worked you through your orgasm.

His thumb slipped from your entrance to make room for his tongue to lap up your cum, drinking you up like a tall glass of water after a day in the sun.

It didn’t take long for you to catch your bearings, going to move away from his face until his hands tightened on your hips in silent challenge, a disgruntled grunt rising from your pure audacity of interrupting him.

“Channie, ‘s too much,” you whined breathlessly, wrenching your hand away from his - still hard - dick in favor of pushing yourself up onto your arms, “c-can’t take it, baby, please.”

Pulling away with a lewd slurp, Chris heaved a heavy breath, combating the lightheadedness of his tunnel vision while you carefully maneuvered yourself away from him - shuffling around to hover your head over a pillow before collapsing in the empty space, your body gratefully welcoming the cool sheets against your skin.

Bated breaths danced in the otherwise quiet atmosphere, Chris’s gaze locked on the ceiling as his lust-fogged brain tried to make sense of what just happened between the two of you.

“Channie?”

His heart fluttered at your soft call of his name, turning his head just to come across a sight that made his breath catch; you, his friend, laying beside him looking beautifully ruined with the golden afterglow of your orgasm that he gave you emanating from your body.

He tentatively licked his lips, goosebumps rising as your taste still lingered in his mouth, “Yeah, baby?”

“I still wanna make you come.” You murmured softly, eyes blinking at him so innocently it almost felt wrong that it made his dick twitch at the sight. “I still owe you, after all.”

Chris huffed out a chuckle, lifting himself onto his forearm before hoisting himself above you, settling his hips between your legs as he caged you in with his arms - this was a sight he could get used to.

“Instead of making this out to be you repaying a debt, how about we turn it into a ‘thank you’ gift, hm?” Leaning his head down, he brushed his nose against yours, “You thank me for the ride and the orgasm,” his lips ghosted against your own, “then I thank you for thanking me.”

“Chris, that won’t make any sense,” your voice was barely a whisper, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, “if you thank me, I’ll just thank you back - we’ll be in a loop.”

“We’ll work out the details later, then.” He murmured before leaning forward, catching your lips with his and sharing your taste off of his tongue.

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[tightjeansjavi]

Mine

A/N: um…hi! I write piss kink now? 👹 I don’t know what came over me today but I was sitting at my desk and just thinking about that mean old man, when all of a sudden, I thought hmm…what would it be like if Joel pissed on me? Then I proceeded to think about the prospect of him peeing on me while I was in a WORK meeting and well, you guess where this is going ;) oh! Fun fact, I wrote most of this in the shower! (How fitting) don’t read if this sorta content disturbs you, and if there’s any puritans out there that wanna call me a sick fuck and tell me I’m going to hell, baby, I’m already there! Feminism went completely out the window on this one!

~word count: 2.7k~

Summary: Joel Miller fucks you the same way he does every night…until he decides to switch things up for the first time.

Pairing | dark!joel x f!reader

Warnings: dark!joel, rough/mean Joel, overstimulation, heavy on the degrading kink, breeding kink, biting, dom/sub dynamic, oral f receiving, spit kink, pussy slapping, slight dubcon, piss kink, implied free use, Joel calls the reader his bitch and cocksleeve, unprotected piv, pussy pronouns, no specific age for the reader, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Hot wisps of breath fan the shell of your ear. There’s a sheen of sweat coating your skin when his tongue darts out to taste a droplet of your perspiration on his tongue. His strong hips and thighs cage you posessively as he drives his cock further into your already ruined and messy cunt. His thrusts are relentless, and with each heavy punch of his cock into your cervix, you’re gasping for air; begging, pleading for him to let you breathe, but he always refuses.

He takes you like this the same way every night. Never soft and sweet, always rough and demanding. He’s like a rabid dog that broke away from its chain and headed straight for you. Ripping, clawing, and gnawing on your soft flesh. He takes and takes when, and however he chooses.

His large hands, calloused and scarred, act as a brand upon your skin. He molds you to his liking, pressing your face further into the seedy mattress till you can taste the dust ridden fibers on your tongue. His hands are capable of inflicting so much pain, and you can only imagine how many people he has killed with them.

He grunts against your ear, teeth biting down on the soft lobe till you’re yelping for him to stop and he removes his heavy hand from your soft cheek momentarily, only to grasp your hair between his fingers and roughly yank your head up from the mattress. Hot tears blur your vision. You’re in a confused daze, his words sounding muffled as you gulp down lungfuls of air.

“Ain’t much use to me if my favorite cocksleeve stops breathin’, sweetheart.” He gruffly teases, an edge of playfulness in his tone. “Keep on breathin’ in that sweet, sweet air. It’s the only shred of kindness you’re gonna get from me tonight.”

He forces your back to meet his chest, arching your spine to meet the heavy thrusts of his cock splitting you open. He drops your hair, your scalp feeling raw and tender from how hard he was yanking on it. His strong arms encase around your middle, fat fingers tormenting your nipples. He squeezes and pinches them before he shoves you right back down into the mattress.

“Turn your head to the side so that you can fuckin’ breathe.” Is all he says while he reaches for the old headboard for leverage. The shitty mattress shakes and squeaks beneath the weight of his heavy thrusts when he picks up his grueling rhythm, again.

You listen to his advice, if you would even call it that, and turn your cheek to the side so that your airway isn’t restricted. Your trembling hands reach for the tattered sheets, and your fists clench the fabric for any sense of support.

“Atta girl.” He rasps, blunt fingernails dig fiercely into the soft flesh of your hips, taking and marking you with red crescents indented in your skin.

“J-Joel.” You try to find your words, but they are muffled and fragmented. Your mind is too focused and centered on the pleasure rippling through your body to even try and protest.

“Shuddup and take it like you always do, baby. Know you can. Don’t gotta act stubborn about it.” He hisses between his clenched teeth, bending his chest forwards against your arched back. He sinks his teeth into the spot where your shoulder blades meet.

In some twisted and erotic way, he is mating you. His primal nature to breed you, and claim you as his; only his, takes over as he bites down on your flesh hard enough to draw blood to the surface of your delicate skin. And you have no choice but to let him, because despite how used and abused Joel Miller makes you feel, you keep coming back for more because no one fucks you like he does.

And when you don’t respond to his crudeness and condescending tone, he feels pleased by your submissiveness and need to please him.

“Was startin’ to think that my perfect little fuck toy wasn’t gonna show up for her fucking tonight. Thought maybe she had finally woken up and realized her worth, but then I find ya outside my door like a stray puppy jus’ waitin’ to be fucked.” He grunts deeply, slowing the movement of his hips before drawing them back slowly. “Cus’ no matter how many times you try to deny it, you love bein’ my cock sleeve. My fuck toy. You fuckin’ live for that shit baby, and you know what? I think it’s about time that I reward you.” He lets out a throaty breath before driving his hips forward, knocking the air from your lungs in tandem with his hips sharply jutting into the soft swell your ass.

His sweat slick skin slaps against yours, the obscene sounds of sex, and your ruined pussy squelching around the thick intrusion of his cock, send your eyes rolling back into your skull when you struggle to lift your cheek from the mattress to look over at him.

“W—what kind of reward?” You choke out, lips falling open in an o shape when his fat cock head nudges against that inner soft and spongy spot deep within the walls of your inviting warmth.

He chuffs a laugh, lifting his head up from where his teeth were just embedded into your skin. “Ah, there she is. Eager as ever, huh? Be fuckin’ patient, baby. Before I change my mind and decide you don’t deserve a reward at all.” He snaps, slamming his hips forward once more before he draws them back again. He slips out of your sopping pussy completely, leaving you on the edge of your approaching orgasm.

His cock is glistening in the low light, a creamy ring of your combined arousal coats the thick, veiny girth of his cock. He scoots back just enough so that he can watch the way your pussy pulses and drools a trail of enticing slick down between your trembling thighs.

He uses his thumbs to pry your inner lips apart before he spits a glob of saliva between your gaped, pulsing hole, and down to your untouched clit, swollen and puffy with need.

“Such a messy little pussy. You should see the way she’s winkin’ at me right now. So needy and desperate for my cock to fill her up with my seed, ain’t that right?” He sounds drunk, words slurred together, darkened eyes glazed over in lust. He licks his lips, inhaling the heady scent of your arousal like a hound dog locked on a trail. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet, too.” He groans before surging forward, burying his face between your parted thighs.

He’s never eaten you out before. Always claiming that you were undeserving of his skilled mouth and tongue. But tonight he’s finally given into tasting you, and once he’s had a lick, he can’t stop. He keeps you pried apart at his leisure, dragging his broad nose right through your trail of slick from the source. His lips suckle on your clit before dragging downwards to tease your folds, sucking on them, too. He’s eating you as if your pussy, and her sweet, sweet, nectar is his life source.

Your body jolts forward when his wiry beard scrapes at the apex of your thighs. He growls against you before reaching around for your hips and anchoring you in place once more so he can continue feasting.

He obscenely slurps and groans against your cunt before drawing his face back for a lungful of air. His chin and beard are glistening, coated in your arousal when he licks you from his lips. You think that maybe he’s finally having a change of heart when he flips you onto your back with ease, your breasts bounce from the movement when your back hits the mattress with a soft thud.

He never strays from fucking you from behind, on your knees with your face smashed into his mattress. That’s how he always takes you. His way only. And yet, here you are staring up at him with your big doe eyes bright and innocent. Your lips parted when he grabs the back of your knees and presses them towards your chest.

“Make yourself useful and hold those for me, will ya?” He barks out an order.

You scramble to grab the underside of your knees, sweaty fingers nearly slipping before you are able to have a solid grip around them.

“Good girl.” He nods before wedging himself between the small opening of your thighs. He catches that almost hopeful glint in your eyes and shoots it down immediately with an intimidating glare.

He brings one hand to the back of your scalp, roughly yanking your head upwards so you’re making direct eye contact with him. His dominant hand is loosely wrapped around the shaft of his cock, and he slaps the fat mushroom head against your puffy clit to gain your attention. “You focus right here.” He snips, brows furrowed together in a harsh line across his forehead. “Don’t you go and gettin’ this twisted, ya hear me? I know how you women work. Y’all think that jus’ cause a man does somethin’ different for once, that he’s softenin’ up to ya. He ain’t. You’re still my bitch, my little cocksleeve, and you’d best be wise to remember that, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Joel. I’m still your—”

He cuts you off with a low snarl when he begins to feed you his cock from this angle inch by inch, glancing down between your bodies so he can see your pussy pulling him in further. “That you are, my girl. Still feelin’ jus’ as eager for your little reward?” He questions with a cock of his brow, smirk tugging across his devious face.

“Please.” You beg him softly, not understanding what it was you were begging him for in the first place.

“Such an eager little cocksleeve to be pumped full of my seed, baby. Never thought I’d see the day.” He chuckles, pressing his hips forward till he’s completely bottomed out inside of you, and the coarse thatch of hair above his pubic bone presses into your clit.

Wait…what?

You look at him dumbfounded, shaking your head and hoping that you just misunderstood what he was saying. “What?”

“What?” He mocks your surprised tone condescendingly.

“Joel.” You try to reason with him, “we—we can’t! I—I don’t want to carry your fucking kid!”

“Aw.” He pouts, drawing his hips back before slamming them forward again. “You don’t wanna be filled to the fuckin’ brim with my seed? You don’t think your pussy wants that, baby? I think she does.” He teases.

“No, Joel. Please. Anything but that. You can come on my tits, my face, just please—not inside!” Your mind is already reeling at the possibility of having to carry Joel Miller’s fucking offspring in a world such as this one. You felt like one of those breeding mares shipped off to some stud farm to be passed around between stallions till one of their foals would inevitably stick—

He laughs cruelly at your fear and the way it dots your vision. He can imagine exactly what’s going through your mind at that very moment. “You should see your fuckin’ face right now.” He snickers. “Relax, sweetheart. I got a vasectomy years before the outbreak.”

“Jesus fuck, Joel! Why didn’t you just start off with that?!” You yell in his face, wishing you could punch that stupid grin right from the perfect pout of his kissable lips. You feel the tension visibly leave your shoulders when he satiates your fears of pregnancy, even if he does it in such a cruel manner.

“Cus’ I like toyin’ with ya. It’s entertainment for me, baby. You’re so easy to play with. I can do it with my eyes closed.” He muses before rolling his hips forward.

“You’re such a dick for that.” You attempt to chastise him, but your attempt is fruitless.

“Now, don’t go thinkin’ you’re entirely off the hook now, sweetheart. I do believe you said earlier that I could do anythin’ else I wanted to ya, right? Your words, baby. Not mine.”

Damn, his mind is sharper than a fucking arrow.

“Yeah…I did say that you could cum on my tits, or my face—”

“Mmm…nope. That ain’t gonna cut it for me unfortunately. I think I wanna do somethin’ else.” He trailed off, meeting your slightly nervous gaze with a small tilt of his head. How could his words and body language always be so fucking…mean?

“Okay, well, what else do you want to do?”

He shrugs his shoulders in disinterest before he grabs your hands that are still secured around the backs of your knees and removes them quickly so that your thighs fall open. He wants you spread at his mercy when he begins to ram into you, over, and over again. “You’re just gonna have to wait and find out.” He grunts deeply, bending down at an angle so he can nip at the juncture of your neck.

Your head lolls to the side so he has easier access and the pleasure starts to coarse through your body till he moves his mouth down the clavicle of your chest. First he starts off with chaste kisses to the swells of your breasts, and then he toys with the pert nipple between his lips. You let out a soft mewl that quickly turns into a high pitched yelp when his teeth sink into the sensitive pebbled flesh, hard.

“OW!” You cry out at the assault of his mouth. He does it again before switching to your other nipple, delivering the same mistreatment before he soothes the broken skin with his tongue.

You jokingly call him an animal thinking that he would disagree and scold you for it, but instead…he leans into that side of himself. He fucking loves it.

“Yeah, baby. I am a fuckin’ animal. You got that damn right.”

He fucks you like one too, till your creaming around his cock, leaking out around his thick girth that continuously punches into your pussy. He slips out suddenly with a wet squelch, leaving you feeling a little dazed and positively fucked out.

“Still want your reward, baby?”

You nod dumbly, cock drunk and eyes glazed with stars still twinkling behind them.

“Alright, my little cocksleeve. Close those pretty eyes for me, and no peekin!’”

Your eyes snap shut on command, chest rising and falling as you catch your breath.

The old mattress squeaks when his weight rises from it. You think about risking a peek to see what exactly it is that he’s doing, but you decide against it.

He stands above you on the mattress at his full height, looming over your spread legs while your ruined pussy is still drooling along the soiled sheets. He looks down at you with his cock wedged between his fist.

You can hear the wet sound of his fist jerking himself off before you feel the hot ropes of his seed coating your face, lips, neck, chest and lower. He shoots a load across your tummy, and right down to your pretty spread pussy.

Well, I suppose that’s a nice…reward? You think to yourself.

“Ain’t done yet, sweetheart.” He scolds you lightly from above when he sees your thighs beginning to close up like a nighttime flower closing its petals till the sweet kiss of sunrise.

He really has more than that? Damn, I underestimated this sick son of a bitch.

He relaxes his shoulders, letting out a decompressing sigh before he slowly releases his bladder with a sick smirk plastered on his face.

First, you detect the familiar stench of urine, and then the steaming liquid lands on your face, trickling down your lips. You let out a sound of protest and lift your hands above your head to shield yourself from his piss. It trails down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and between your thighs, mixing into the trail of slick between them.

He’s marking you like a fucking dog marks his bitch, and you’ve never felt more degraded and humiliated in your entire life till you find youself under Joel Miller’s golden fucking shower. The stench of urine and cum stings your eyes and the sensitive hairs in your nose.

He bends down, cock now softened between his thighs and places one hand along the side of your face, brushing away a stray dribble of cum and piss from your lips with his calloused thumb.

“Now, no other man is ever gonna want to fuck my bitch when she’s reekin’ of my piss and cum.”

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[thebookshopofnightingales]

in the backseat of his car

Aziraphale x reader (x Crowley at the end)

summary: a quick trip to Scotland to retrieve a book quickly turns into something a little less innocent...

cw: 18+ only!! smut asf, dirty talk, the Bentley being used for unholy reasons, thigh riding, reader pronouns not specified but 'good girl' is used, very slight hair pulling, switch!Aziraphale and switch!reader, dom!Crowley, handjobs, hickeys/bruises

word count: 1.1k

A/N: my first fic! (on this account, anyway) and we're straight into the smut hehe. I may or may not have started a part 2 so let me know if you wanna read that too. happy reading😈

You and that sweet-talking Angel of yours have somehow managed to convince Crowley to let you borrow his beloved Bentley to the Scottish highlands. Aziraphale caught wind of a particular first-edition that he just had to get his wings on. He was practically begging Crowley to take his car, and you have never been to Scotland so hoped to accompany him. Needless to say, after some heavy praise and the two of you worshipping him in bed, he reluctantly agreed.

You admire the hilly landscape on your left, and the angelic being on your right.

“Darling, you’re staring again.” His eyes don’t leave the road as he speaks. Such a soft voice, you think. But only you know just how filthy his mouth can get.

“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you look so good driving Crowley’s car.” You bite your lip, of which Aziraphale catches a glimpse of. You know the smallest gestures that get him shifting in his seat. You smirk to yourself. Slowly, your hand caresses his gorgeous thigh, moving ever so slightly higher and higher, until-

“Oh-” Aziraphale releases a heavy breath once you reach his crotch, palming him over his trousers as you feel him beginning to harden under your touch.

“My sweet Angel is already getting hard for me.” You purr into his ear. He whimpers, and writhes in his confinements, groaning at the friction.

When he has become completely hard, you lick your lips and remove your hand. He audibly whines at the loss of your touch.

“God, what are you doing to me?” You’re not sure if he said ‘God’ because he hears you say it so much, or because he’s actually asking, but there are times when Aziraphale becomes so worked up that a blasphemy or two will escape his sweet lips. And you’re not complaining.

You leave Aziraphale high and dry for the rest of the ride, eager fantasising about what’ll happen once you arrive, every so often sneaking peeks at his full blown erection from within his trousers and the way he has a light shine of sweat over his beautiful face. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

You shift over to the driver’s seat while Aziraphale is retrieving his book, watching him through the window with your bottom lip between your teeth, ready to pull off as soon as he sits down. With so much energy and excitement pulsing from your head down to your core, you need him here and now. 

Except it can’t be here.

“My dear, why are you sitting in the driver’s seat?” Aziraphale asks through the window. “You know I’m a much safer driver. You drive like Crowley.”

“Oh, my angel, you’ll be fine. Now get in the damned car.” You reply with a knowing smirk.

You whiz through the roads, barely sparing a couple of oblivious pedestrians. Aziraphale hides behind his book.

Finally, you find a secluded parking area overlooking a beautiful Scottish view just as the sun has set. As the sky is growing darker, so are your eyes.

“Get in the back seat.” You order Aziraphale. He can’t help the twitch of his cock at your tone and does as you say. As you climb over to straddle his lap, he moves your hips so you're just straddling just one of his thighs. Your eyes widen with lust and you let out a small moan just at the idea of what’s about to happen. He leans his lips to your ear as he pulls your hair back slightly.

“I’m in charge now, my dear.” He whispers, before moving to kiss and nibble at your neck.

“Fuck, yes Angel.” You moan breathlessly as your head falls back. With a snap of his fingers, you are suddenly left in just your underwear. He grips onto your hips and begins guiding your heat over his thigh. The friction is delicious and you begin to grind harder against him, moaning at the sensation. Aziraphale lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, beginning to leave your wetness on his trousers. You can see the tent beginning to form, so you run your fingers over his clothed crotch and let them slide beneath the waistband. This time Aziraphale lets his head fall against the back seat and you descend your lips to his neck, sucking just under his ear enough to leave a mark. You kiss the bruise you’ve left and hum at the sinful sight of a hickey on your Angel. His grip gets tighter on your hips, surely leaving bruises of his own.

You begin stroking his length faster as you begin to reach your climax. He tenses his thigh more to intensify your pleasure. It’s all breathy moans and each other's names on your tongues.

He pulls your hand from his cock and leans it on his shoulder. He’s always enjoyed being able to truly bask in your pleasure with no distractions.

“Fuck, Aziraphale, this feels so good, I’m so close.” You’re breathless and moaning as you grind harder and faster. Aziraphale, one hand still on your hip, takes the other to lightly brush your hair behind your ear.

“Come for me, my dear. Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”

His dirty words send you over the edge and have you coming undone hard on his thigh.

“Aziraphale, Angel, fuck!” You almost scream it feels that heavenly. You ride out your orgasm with your mouth wide and face contorted by pleasure. You collapse against his chest, lazily reaching back down for his still aching cock. He groans and deeply chuckles, and you can feel the resonance from his chest.

“I like when you let sin fall from your lips, Angel.” You purr, using your thumb to lightly tug on his lower lip. There’s so much lust in his eyes that you would never be able to tell that he’s one of Heaven’s ones.

“It’s because you tempt it out of me.” You feign shock at his remark. “Oh, come on, darling, you can’t pretend that you don’t have a little of the Devil in you.” 

You bite your lip. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A crackle of the radio interrupts the moment. Except you’re not expecting Crowley’s voice.

“Well, aren’t you two a salacious pair? Remember, I can feel everything that happens to and in this car. So imagine my surprise when I’m locking up your bookshop and suddenly I’m hard as a rock.” His words surprise you and your hand comes to your mouth, failing to hide your grin of excitement from your Demon’s words.

“Oh. Oh dear.” Aziraphale musters.

“Oh dear indeed, Angel.” You can hear Crowley’s gritted teeth through the speaker of the car and you chuckle with your lip between your teeth. “And don’t think I can’t tell that your hand is still wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, my love.”

“Crowley, don’t be so- oh, Heavens.” Aziraphale moans as you suddenly tighten your grip and work your hand faster. 

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[jamfilleddrawlings]

Hey guys I’m kinda struggling rn 😭 I think I may be gender fluid.. but I’m also very confused about it all. I strongly believe Gender is a social construct and I don’t really care about labels but I’m still gonna ponder about it lmao.

I’m Going to tumblr to ask the gender fluid community what they think and help me maybe 🤧 anyways info about what I think ⬇️

Okay so last night I had a dream that I just randomly woke up with a D*ck and some other masculine features (I’m Afab and have always identified as a girl that uses she/they) I was so fucking happy. But I still had other parts of my AFAB body I was born with, I woke up so happy and thought about it all day. I have dreams like this a lot actually. It was one of the best dreams I’ve had in a while.

I love my body and I don’t get dysmorphia, I used to be insecure about how flat I am but now I love my body. I don’t want to change myself and I’m extremely comfortable in it. But I also wish I was a guy sometimes. I wish if I was Intersex if I’m completely honest, I wanna be male some days but I also like me right now. I use she/they and I don’t think I’m comfortable using He/him or any other pronoun.

I’m just so confused, I identify with being a girl and don’t really see myself as a guy but I also wish if I was born AMAB. I bet if I was a dude I’d still be bisexual and he’s he/they instead and be struggling with the same stuff.

Anyways… hope this reaches a Genderfluid person that can help my confused brain :p. I don’t care too much about labels so this doesn’t affect me a lot but I’m a curious George. OKAY THANKS FOR READINGS :33

[cherryy-slushy]

I WILL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN- Jason Dean x Reader

TW: Violence, cheating, abuse (alcohol related), smut?, alcohol, drugging, using (using a person for something), bad mental health. (Also I may change to personal pronouns halfway through I apologise in advance.)

(I forgot to add in part 1 that this is set in current time LMAO sorry lads and that the way I’m imagining this is Jamie muscatos JD) Also I’m sorry if these are really short and not very well written 😭 Only experience I have with writing is essay writing when I was in secondary school… AND IF I ACCIDENTALLY SAY “mam” OR “lads” ITS BECAUSE IM IRISH AND I TEXT LIKE THAT SO ITS A HABIT SORRY 💀

Part 3

Part 2!

What did I really expect? That the super hot guy would completely ignore the pretty popular girl and go for a complete nobody like me? Pfft, don’t make me laugh. Veronica is gorgeous and I’m just bland. She’s popular and bubbly and I have like 4 friends and boring. She goes to party’s. I stay home and watch horror movies all night. Why am I surprised he likes her more? What I’m trying to say is IM JEALOUS. IM SO JEALOUS OF THAT GIRL. SHE WENT FROM LOSER TO LOVER ITS NOT FAIR.

After I left JD in the English classroom with Veronica I felt sick. Sick to my stomach. Like somebody just punched me in the gut and ripped it out.

I walked down the halls highly aware of everyone around me. I felt weird. Different. This can’t be normal. He’s just a teenage boy that I spoke to for half an hour.

A few seconds later I heard my name get called.

“Y/N!”

I looked back and saw half of my friend group waving me over.

We spoke for a bit before rushing off to 2nd period.

The class went by quick and next thing I knew I was sat at a table with my friend group in the cafeteria.

I was talking to my friend, Erica, and then heard obnoxiously loud laughing.

I turned to see who was making the annoying noise and was not surprised when I saw the 3 heathers and Veronica sat at the table watching Martha dunnstock open a letter and read it. The poor girl goes through hell because of them.

I watched as Martha got up and walked towards Ram Sweeney with the note in her hand. But before she got there Veronica swooped in front of her and started talking to her.

At least the girl has some sort of heart.

Martha then walked past Kurt and Rams table after a few minutes of talking to Veronica. The heathers were not happy.

I watch Veronica start to walk across the cafeteria back to the heathers.

Just then, when I turned around, I was greeted to J.D stood next to me at the side of my table.

“Hey”, he said with a small smile.

“Oh hey, how’s your first day going”, I replied politely with a small smile.

I seemed normal but inside I was screaming and felt like I was about to go bright red.

He was talking to me! He came to me instead of going over to attempt to get Veronica’s attention! Ohmigod Ohmigod OHMIGOD!

“It’s not too bad”, he said.

His gaze then slipped from me to somewhere else in the caf.

I looked to see where.

Of course, sawyer. It was so good to be true hey?

“Hey, what’s sawyers deal? Is she single?”, he asked.

I have two options.

I tell him the truth that Veronica’s single or..

I say she’s either dating someone or simply that I’m pretty sure she’s gay.

Ima go with the gay.

“Oh yeah I think she’s a lesbian”, I say trying to hide the giggle that’s trying to force its way out.

“Oh, right. That’s cool”, he says, clearly faking a smile.

I could tell her was disappointed but it’s giving me a chance I guess.

“Ya wanna sit here? There’s definitely enough room for you to sit here”, I say patting the bench next to me after moving up the bench a good bit.

“Oh, yeah sure”, he says with a tight smile.

I introduced him to my friends and then we went to talking about ms Fleming and her random bursts of energy in class.

Before I knew it the bell rang.

Fuck I have German.

“What’s your next class”, JD asked.

“German”, I said with a groan.

“Well it’s your lucky day because I have German too”, he smiles with a wink.

“Oh my god. Thank Jesus. Let’s go before Ms.Macy shits herself”.

I grab him and walk out of the cafeteria before Veronica can see him.

We spent the whole next class talking about movies.

Horror movies come up in the conversation.

“I can’t handle horror movies well”, I whisper to him.

“Awh come on they’re not that bad”, he whispers back with a breathy laugh.

“How bout after school today we go to my house and we watch one. Sound good?”, he asked.

IS THIS A DATE? No. You’re getting ahead of yourself Y/N calm down.

“Yeah I’m down. My moms working till pretty late anyways she won’t mind”, I say.

“Cool”, he replies with a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The school day past quicker than I expected. And next thing I knew I was sat on the back of JDs motorbike. I looked around me. He hadn’t started to drive yet.

“You feel safe enough there?”, he asked.

“I guess..”, I said shifting myself a bit.

“Wrap your arms around my torso when we start driving. And grab on tight”, he said looking back at me with a smile. He gave me a helmet.

“What about you? Aren’t you gonna wear one?”, I asked.

“No. I’m fine. I never wear it”, he said.

I gave a breathy laugh in reply.

In the corner of my eye I could see Veronica staring over. I looked at her and gave her a wave (just to be petty) but made it look real.

She gave a tight smile and waved back.

“Get ready”, he said booting up the bike.

I wrapped myself around him. Tight.

I smiled against his back. It’s not creepy right?

We drove through town really fast and ended up at his house.

I texted my mom to let her know I’d be home later today.

Hopefully she’s in bed when I get home.. I cant put up with her on Friday nights.

[heyyallitssatan]

So, I don’t how to explain my identity to people. I just say I’m nonbinary and a lesbian cause that’s the easiest way to explain it, but that’s not really true

I am nonbinary, kinda, I’m sorta genderfluid, but it’s really just fluid about how much I care, I mean, sometimes I really care about pronouns and my chosen name and it feels like nails being driven through my skull when someone gets it wrong, but sometimes I’m completely indifferent to it

So now it’s like, I have two names, cause sometimes my birth name is fine and sometimes I prefer my chosen name and sometimes it’s all too damn confusing and I don’t really like either but I also don’t really care? I don’t what to do with that

And pronouns, fuck, idk what those are, I mean, sometimes she/her makes me want to cry, sometimes I don’t give a fuck, sometimes he/him feels great, and sometimes I don’t give a fuck, they/them is neutral ground, so while I don’t particularly feel attached to it, it’s better than the other two most of the time

Also, it changes with different people, like, my family only use she/her for me, and even on days when she/her hasn’t bothered me at all, I call one of them and they use it, suddenly it’s not ok and I wanna scream, but strangers can say whatever, they don’t know me, so I don’t really worry about how they perceive me, I also get a solid mix of perceptions, it’s about fifty fifty for the boy or girl assumption

And then you add sexuality to this steaming pile of shit

Like, how can I have a defined sexuality when I have zero fucking idea what my gender is

Like, I think I’m attracted to girls, maybe guys, and probably enby people, but also like none of them, cause I don’t think I feel sexual attraction, but I also don’t have a problem with the idea of having sex, maybe, but like I don’t think about it unless someone else brings it up, and I still can figure out the difference between romantic and platonic attraction to save my life, like I just don’t know

I think my ideal future is the one in which everyone just uses they/them and gender neutral language so I don’t have to think about it, I get top surgery so I don’t have to deal with my chest, get a complete hysterectomy so no more unnecessary period, and then have a platonic marriage with 1-3 of my best friends, sounds great

[anonymous12846271]

My thoughts on Alux Rising Ep 1 ✨

CW: A teeny bit of swearing along with major spoilers for the first episode of Alux Rising (ofc), moderate spoilers for the reboot of Sabre’s Assassin’s Creed series and Rainbow Quest and slight spoilers for Sabre’s original Assassin’s Creed series

-Is that a cHILD?  • It’s not a child, just a man in a very large bed.

- Wait, is he wearing a T-shirt and flannel pants? WHAT? Isn’t this supposed to be, like, in the style of medieval time? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an expert on medieval fashion nor am I holding this fantasy minecraft world to be completely accurate to real life historical fashion trends, but flannel pants huh? 

- Also, he’s wearing what looks to be a prized necklace while he’s sleeping. That’s a terrible idea. Don’t wear important jewelry while you sleep, put it somewhere safe and put it back on when you wake up.

- WANNA BET? *Proceeds kick the door so hard that the lock freaking breaks*  

 • Also, is a lock supposed to break that easily? Can you just kick a door and break the lock like that? Something doesn’t feel right there.

- Okay, but I love that this is how they chose to introduce Petro. What an entrance.

- There’s a big ass green powerful looking sword in the background. Wanna bet that that thing is gonna end up being important later on? 

- WaIT, is the little man royalty?

- Omg, this man’s attitude is so wild. I like him. “Sadly I cannot, for you see I am not an uptight snob” Sksksksks kudos to the people who wrote this script I’m having a lot of fun

- I love how this is one of the very few roleplays where Sabre is choosing to not play as a self-insert yet he’s still playing a pale young man with brown hair and green eyes- 

- Ooh the little man IS royalty! Knowing Sabre, this can only mean bad things for Alux lol.

- This animation is in many ways rough but the way they animated Petro’s chuckle at 1:47 is simply perfect thank you.

- Is that a reference to the original Assassin’s Creed roleplay?? He didn’t steal anything from Alux so it’s not a one to one callback, but still, not the first time a FMS roleplay has started with the protagonist getting bumped into by someone passing by. 

- Our boy just face planted into a stone path?? It’s a miracle that he didn’t break his nose, good grief.

- Someone please protect the little man from getting bullied thank you   - Little man’s got daddy issues, we’ve got another sad boy with a sad boy backstory, let’s go.

- How did he not know about Alux’s mom HOW LONG HAVE THESE TWO KNOWN EACH OTHER

- I feel like I’ve heard these women before but I couldn’t possibly tell you where. They might just have one of those voices, bear in mind that they’re both voiced by the same person.

- WOW, throwing a hardback book at someone’s head from another floor? Ik he insulted her, but that’s still practically attempted murder.

- Alux laughing about his potentially concussed friend with the person who would’ve been responsible if he was concussed. I see nothing wrong with this. /sar 

- Random but I love the shiny gold texture on Alux’s suit

- Also random but what’s with the blue glowing stuff on Petro’s belt? Is is magic? Will it end up being plot relevant later? What’s going on Sabre, why did you want that stuff to glow??

- Does the Dark Angel use she/her and they/them pronouns? Assuming that this recollection of the story uses their correct pronouns, I think they use she/her and they/them pronouns. They might be an evil enby queen and I’ll drink to that.   • On another note, them being a demi-girl is only one explanation for the multiple pronouns, although it is definitely an intentional choice. I can think of atleast a couple other reasons for why this would be.

- Also, assuming that she’s gonna stay a villain, the Dark Angel is one of the first non-male villains in a FMS roleplay a long time and if I remember correctly one of the first female-leaning villains since 2017. That’s pretty hype!!

- A ruler, a guardian of light. I wonder who that is. Feels like something that’ll be important later~ :] • Mmm he sacrificed himself? Interesting, still have a feeling he’s gonna be important later tho. 

- So who are the magic users specifically? Are they those under the command of the Guardian of Light, or are they a broader group? I don’t think it’s really explained.

- “Her great army was released from their grasp” *Multiple pronoun sets intensify* 

- The fact that Sabre is choosing to make another series with themes of dark/light based magic and an ancient evil sealed away eons ago when the SCU is still literally just right there is an interesting decision. I get wanting to rehash old ideas but usually people only do that after they’re FINISHED with the old story. I don’t think the SCU is dead?? As far as I know, Sabre hasn’t said anything about it and TR would be a weird end lol.

- Also, can I just say that I am so happy to see Sabre making a series that takes place in a universe of his own creation after all these years? I mean, yes, all of his stories have taken place in worlds that he created, but they were all directly inspired by settings created by other people (Assassin’s Creed, Minecraft, FnaF, The Crafting Dead, etc, etc, etc) and to see something unique to him is just- it makes me really glad, I’ve been wanting Sabre to do something like this for a really really long time. Plus, The Steve Cinematic Universe, although I like it and I’m really hoping Sabre is still gonna make another series for it in the future, was starting to go in a direction with it’s lore that isn’t exactly to my taste and we were getting so much of it that I was starting to get a bit sick of it. It’s nice to have a big project like this between the SCU projects to break things up, and it’s really refreshing to just have some good ol’ fantasy after whatever Twisted Rainbow was.

- Petro is acting like there’s more to this story than it seems and that it’s less black and white than it appears, but the version of it he just read from the book makes it seem like the Dark Angel is clearly evil and that the light folk are the heroes. I want more details. 

- “You can’t pick roses without shedding a little blood. Nothing’s perfect, but the result is beautiful.” Petro are you gonna become a villain later? Tell me the truth now because that’s some sussy dialog. 

- Alux, son, what are you doing??? What are you doing that could get you executed???.?  • Edit: I think that he was exaggerating, e.g. “My Dad’s gonna kill me”.  

- Okay but people just calling their father ‘Father’ like a name instead of ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’ has so much power thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.  • Father, it’s me, Michael- 

- Hamatria? Is that how that’s spelled?? There are no human-written subtitles, so I can’t tell. But besides that, I’m also intrigued by this other kingdom and their potential history with this kingdom.

- What is the name of this kingdom? Has it been stated yet? I’m not sure..  • Oh good grief in the title of the video it says that it’s called the Cozen kingdom I’m an idiot. Also, interestingly enough, ‘cozen’ is actually a word and it means to trick or deceive. Was that intentional?

- I know that this is most likely just because the people who made the skins are the same, but it’s interesting how the armor on the guards looks almost exactly the same as my beloved Francis’ armor. Good grief I miss MC Trapped. :’[

- Omg, how old is Alux? Is he an adult or a minor?? Because bro, his dad is OLLD. ANCIENT. HOW OLD WAS ALUX’S MOM???

- So Cozen and Hamatria have conflicting views about magic users? What are those views? Why do they hold them? Who are the magic users specifically and why are they controversial? What was the origin of the book that Petro read? Why did Elric not want Alux to know about that story? Where is Petro from?? So many questions so little answers... 

- “How am I supposed to lead this kingdom when I don’t even know anything about it” Implying that Alux has been trapped within the walls of the castle rather than just within the kingdom.

- “To keep all of us safe”??? What does THAT mean?? I gotta ask what the exact motive behind keeping Alux here is. It could simply be a parenting strategy, but I wonder if there’s some other reason? I know how Sabre loves his chosen one prophesies.  - There’s a lot of green around in both the kingdom and the throne room which implies that green is the insignia color of the kingdom yet the king himself isn’t wearing it, only his son? Interesting.  

- Also, it only just occurred to me, but it’s really funny how green seems to be an important color in this series while it’s coming out on Saint Patrick’s Day. 

- BRITISH! THE KING’S ASSISTANT IS /BRITISH/! Asdfghjk- in all seriousness, although it might be unintentional and just a quirk of the casting, him being british implies that he’s from another region which is really interesting.  - Also, according to the credits, I think the assistant’s name is Azrael which is really foreboding because that’s the name OF THE ANGEL OF DEATH-   • He’s wearing all black too XD

- Omg, it’s Jerome! The man who refused to play Rainbow Steve even though he wanted the role because he misunderstood the production process of the series. Good to see him! X’) 

- BiSH, please, this is the heir of the kingdom?? This is the only son of your boss, have some respect???? Actually, who hired this guy? Why is this the guy who’s supposed to train Alux?

- “HoW dArE yOu, YoU LiTtLe BrAt” 

- Oh wow he kicked him in the delicates! Wait a minute, shouldn’t the armor guard agaisnt that?? Am I wrong here?? You’d think that would be a weak spot they’d want to protect when designing armor, but atst I don’t really know anything about armor design- 

- I’m already in love with these characters. They’re all so endearing. I’m having the time of my life, big claps all around.

- “Tired of being treated this way, like I’m something to be ashamed of.” ???

- Just hit me like a freight train, but just like Azrael, Petro has a foreign accent which implies that he’s a foreigner to this land. 

- So, Alux and Petro are the same age? That’s interesting..? How long have they known each other? Why is Petro teaching Alux when they’re the same age?? Who even IS Petro, who are his parents, what does he do in this kingdom???  • Edit: I think that the reason Petro is in a role where he can teach Alux about things is because Alux has been isolated from those outside of the castle. Also, sometimes more advanced students can tutor less experienced students and I think it’s implied that Petro is a scholar.  - “Think of it this way: atleast you don’t have to see him for a week.” AGED LIKE MILK

- When I laid eyes on this art style, y’know, I didn’t like it very much, but now that I’m more immersed into the episode it’s kind of grown on me?? It’s honestly kind of cool-

- Why are all of the people in the guard, like, all of these garbage douche people? Who’s hiring these guys???

- I can see in the pages of the book that they’re using a different writing system. It’s probably an alphabet but honestly, who knows. Either way, it’s an important thing to note down.

- HEY, I JUST REALIZED. ARE THEY USING MODS AGAIN?? I think I recognize the texture for that shield!! Cool bro! I love Minecraft mods and seeing youtubers actually use them makes me really happy.

- It probably helps that the series is so cinematic, but I’m appreciating  how the world feels like it’s actually to scale. Rainbow Quest was a bit wonky in that regard, with what was meant to be massive cities looking more like moderately sized towns, so this is a lot more immersive.  

- Another dead father in a FMS roleplay??  - What do they want exactly? Is it an abstract thing like power, control or pride or rather something real like an object or a person? I’ll guess we’ll see....

- Oh Jerome guard bless your soul, I love him so much. Honestly this is making me really regret the fact that he wasn’t willing to take on Rainbow Steve’s role in Rainbow Quest, like, more so than I already regretted it.

- It isn’t an object but it COULD be a person. If it is a person, the Dark Angel and Alux are both HIGH on the list. 

- NOO JEROME GUARD!! 😫😫 Tbf I kinda knew that he was gonna die but stilll

- Is Elric’s sword made out of gold? Because if it is that’s not a very good material for weapons.

- Yup, another dead father in a FMS roleplay.

- So are these men the worshippers of the Dark Angel? Interesting, interesting. Does that mean that she’s regained enough power to begin taking over the minds of men again??

- Man, I remember that blood texture from Sabre’s old roleplays from 2016. It’s good to see the classic mods making a comeback.

- Hello James, the writers have declared that you’re gonna survive, which makes sense considering your previous appearance.

- I’m honestly intrigued by James’ characterization. It’s kinda interesting how he seems to look down on Alux but is so dedicated to Elric. I wonder if that’ll be elaborated on in the future.

- They!! They didn’t let us hear what the promise was!! What was it!? This is gonna be important later on, I can just feel it in my bones.

- Every time I write a new character or place name in this document I have to tell Pages to learn the word so that it won’t underline it- curse you cool fantasy names.

- Okay, but real talk, they should’ve brought more guards as an escort. Even though they couldn’t have predicted the Dark Angel worshippers or whatever, this was still during a time of conflict, and they literally mentioned that people from Hamatria were coming over and causing issues and that there was talk of war. They were literally bringing their king to a potentially hostile nation and they only brought, like, 10 guards TOPS. Not a great decision.

- Time for the little man to undergo L O S S

- His last conversation with his father was an argument. F in the chat please.

- Y’know, this series is reminding me a lot of the Assassin’s Creed reboot in certain aspects (Which is definitely a good thing), but it’s making me wonder what a meeting between Alux and ACT!Sabre would look like? They have basically polar opposite backstories, what with Sabre being orphaned when he was 11 and living the rest of his childhood and the entirety of his teens on the run whereas Alux looks like he’s been completely isolated and sheltered up to this point, so how would they get along?? 👀

- CREDITS, THERE ARE CREDTIS!!! OMG, I HAD JUST BEEN COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW HARD IT HAD BEEN TO UNDERSTAND THE PROCESS BEHIND SABRE’S ROLEPLAYS WITHOUT KNOWING WHO WAS WORKING ON WHAT ASPECTS OF THEM OVER THE YEARS!! YAY! :D    • Actually, wait, were there credits in The Crafting Dead? I just checked the end of the final episode and there don’t seem to be any so I don’t think there are.

- I had been assuming that Sabre had always served as the producer and director in all of his roleplays over the years, but interestingly, this episode wasn’t directed by him, only produced by him. Has that been the case for most of his roleplays..?

- Phoenix Flare seems to be a really really key person who worked on this episode. They directed which is one of the most important roles in the production of a series and also worked on the skins, the builds, the music and the voice acting. Interesting.

- A really glaring omission here is the writers, which is really important especially when you realize that this was animated rather than acted out in game, so there isn’t really any room for improv. Maybe they just decided to group that in with either production or direction and either Sabre or Phoenix Flare wrote this, but there’s just absolutely no indication of anything regarding the writing really? The writing is always the most important aspect of a story so it concerns me that the writers aren’t being credited.

- Also, the animators. Where is the credit for the animators?? Who  animated this???? Was it just Sabre???

- Now, my thoughts: So far, it’s quite good! This episode was really solid all things considered. I do have some slight concerns with certain aspects of the episode and it does feel a bit rough at times, but this is really promising and so far it feels like an improvement over Sabre’s other recent stories, atleast in regards to the flaws that have been personally bothering me. The pacing actually feels solid which is really really major for me, granted that it’s a bit faster than what I normally enjoy and it took a bit of adjusting before I could really get into it. Now of course, I can’t really judge this story right now since we only have one episode. I had similar feelings about Steve Legends at first and that series ended up really disappointing me, but it’s been a strong start so far. I really enjoyed this episode and once again, I’m feeling cautiously optimistic about this series, even more so than before! :]

- Also, for anyone who struggled to enjoy the episode, I just wanna add that this story is very very different from anything that Sabre has worked on before and if you’re in love with that classic roleplaying style that Sabre was more well known for, I can see how you would prefer something like Rainbow Quest over this. Although I love the cinematics, I personally prefer the filmed in Minecraft style more than the animation but I get that this makes it a lot easier for the actors and allows them to do more with the visuals. At the end of the day, this is all down to subjective taste and I’ll gladly watch any of Sabre’s older serialized roleplays (aside from Twisted Rainbow /hj) with you guys any day. ❤️❤️❤️

[nickeverdeen]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a Harry Potter match for me if it’s not too much trouble ☺️ if you can I’d like a male character and my pronouns are she/her 

Description: 

I’m Kinda tall (5’11) and has shoulder length curly black hair and brown eyes.

I have glasses but I don’t wear them all the time (they work w some fits and they don’t work w others- yet I’m still insecure abt them)

I have brown skin (like milk chocolate shade) and my body type is kinda hourglass leaning to pear shape- anyway~

I’m a Gemini and an ISFP, and I’m straight 

I’m pretty much that burnt out gifted kid who dreads school yet still gets A’s and B’s bc they don’t wanna disappoint their family, but I really love anything that’s creative 

Drawing, making edits, writing, crafting, decorating. Love it all. My aesthetic is a mix between cottagecore and dark academia

Im very indecisive and hate conflict-

(The idea of someone hating me scares me) 

I’m a total introvert and loves staying at home lazing around but if I’m with someone I really like and trust I’ll go pretty much anywhere with them bc I know I won’t regret it :)

small groups >>> large ones

I’m pretty quiet at first (I’m more of a “ew, I hate ppl introvert then a “I’m scared of ppl introvert”) but that just leads ppl to thinking I’m shy but then become surprised when I have things to say and talk about. I’m actually more sarcastic than you think

Yet I never talk about my self.

I struggled (and still struggle) with self esteem issues from time to time, but it’s gotten better :)

I’m a go w the flow type of girl. I don’t get stressed over much, and I don’t really yell or raise my voice over anything- but I do laugh a lot.

If you can make me laugh- like TRULY laugh, ima be stuck to u like glue <3 

Bottom line: if you’re goofy w a sense of humor? Ima like u :D

Ppl say I’m comforting and easy to be real around which makes me feel good 😌

I like skincare and anything of that sort, so I’m always the one using face masks and creams all the time. I love mystery books and movies, basically anything where I have to figure out who did what.  Love dogs, flowers, art, music, and theme parks as well :) 

(Omg sorry if this is so long!)

Your Harry Potter match is…

Ron Weasley

Sometimes teases you or plays with your hair

Someone has some stupid things to say about your glasses? Nah you gotta hold him back

Reassures you that you look good in your glasses

Suprised that you get all As and Bs

Girl, please help him with his homework or studies for exams if you can

Dates at Three Broomsticks

Ron is very gentle and protective with you

The trio likes you

If you’ll let him watch Netflix, he’ll make movie dates

Feeling down? Jokes and your favourite movies plus cuddles are on

Ron loves it when you talk about yourself and interests

Stands up for you if someone’s rude to you, be sure of that

Makes jokes to cheer you up

Complimets 24/7

Istg he’d really try to buy you some creams, but he’d probably end up getting something completely else

Ron would have to ask Hermione or Ginny for help about it, though

Which would end up him getting teased by Fred and George

He’d be on the other hand be able to buy you flowers

Be prepared, Molly loves you

You’re part of their family, no buts or ifs

Ron is ESFP and Sagittarius, if that’s in any way important

He’s the golden retriever in your relationship, no arguments

Ron also dislikes arguments, especially with you

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[loveronlineee]

Willow’s 10k follower fic event! #Willow’sWonderful10kCelebration

Hello hello you wonderful lot. I have reached 10,000 followers whoop whoop! So I wanted to do something to celebrate!

I’ve got a collection of fic prompts below. Sibling! Reader and also song fic prompts. If you wanna participate, chose a prompt (or more than one that’s cool too!) and write a Reader x Eddie Munson fic based off of it!

List of fics people wrote for this event here!

More info below:

This isn’t a competition so there aren’t any prizes or end dates for anything. This is just a way to inspire other writers and for everyone to discover some talented people:)

No rules for writing really! I wrote the prompts as if the Reader is fem using she/her pronouns but feel free to change that! It can be a one shot or a series, any length. If you wanna just write a little drabble or even just some bullet point headcannons that’s all good too!! Whatever you wanna do with the prompts, go for it!

Use the hashtag: #Willow’sWonderful10kCelebration (Cuz who doesn’t like alliteration?) and tag me!

I have no idea if this will be popular or not but do reblog so people see this! Even if you don’t wanna participate, you might be interested in reading some other people’s stuff:)

Any questions you have send em to my inbox!

Tagging some mutuals feel free to ignore guys:

@spiderrrling @uglypastels @sapphireplums @havecourage-darling

Prompts below: (I put a 🧸 on my favourites hehe)

Sibling! Reader prompts

Wheeler! Reader

Eddie’s failing Mrs O’Donnell’s class and is desperate for someone to tutor him. So he goes to the academically smartest person he knows, Nancy. Although she wants to help, she doesn’t have a lot of free time so she gets her older sister Y/N to take over tutoring every now and then, unaware that Eddie’s been crushing on her since they were freshmen. (I’m thinking super nervous like can’t talk at all type Eddie hehe)

Henderson! Reader

Dustin shows Eddie his creation, cerebro, and talks to his sister that lives in another state with it. Eddie doesn’t even know what this girl looks like but he’s fallen for her already. He ends up talking to her way more than Dustin and he’s absolutely ecstatic when she tells him she’s coming to visit her Mom and brother, and now him too.

Sinclair! Reader 🧸

Eddie decides to go to Lucas’ house after he stopped showing up at Hellfire club, unaware that he would meet Lucas’ older sister and immediately fall for her. She’s super friendly and bubbly making Eddie completely forget the reason he was there and instead just focus on her.

Byers! Reader

Y/N and Johnathan started a photography club. Y/N goes into the woods to take some nature pics and finds Eddie there. He’s his usual self and says “let me be your muse” and poses dramatically. He’s surprised when Y/N laughs and actually starts taking pictures of him.

Mayfield! Reader

When Y/N’s car breaks down and her and Max can’t get to school, their neighbour across the street, Eddie, offers to take them whilst Wayne fixes their car. They end up doing car shares a lot and getting to know each other, much to the annoyance of Max.

Hopper! Reader 🧸

El asks her older sister Y/N to help Hopper come around to Mike and her dating. Y/N’s solution to this? Get Eddie to pretend to be her boyfriend and act way worse than Mike. What starts as a joke, ends up being something very real.

Harrington! Reader

Popular golden boy Steve Harrington has a twin sister who’s the complete opposite of him. Sure they were both attractive, but Y/N was quiet and kept to herself. She seemed to enjoy her own company more than anyone else’s. When Steve starts getting worried about her, he asks Eddie to get to know her in the hopes that his crazy personality would help her come out of her shell. What he wasn’t ready for was for them to start dating.

Buckley! Reader

Eddie drops by Family Video to chat with Steve and Robin when Robin’s sister walks in. Something about her makes Eddie’s legs feel like jelly. He’s absolutely smitten. Something that Steve and especially Robin will tease him about mercilessly as soon as Y/N leaves.

Cunningham! Reader

When Eddie gets a glimpse of Chrissy’s older sister dropping her off at school, he absolutely has to talk to her. Being on good terms with their cheerleader, he asks about her. Chrissy let’s him know that she comes to all the games to see her cheer. (Plz write Eddie and Chrissy being friends plz I beg)

Carver! Reader

Jason’s been a dick to Eddie for as long as he could remember. He thought he knew exactly why, he was a freak. A nerdy metalhead who was the exact opposite of him. But when Jason lets it slip one day that he actually hates Eddie because his older sister is crushing on him, he has to make a move on her.

Song Prompts

Playlist for all the songs here! I chose specific lyrics but you don’t have to use those ones if you don’t want to:)

Marlboro Nights by Lonely God

I don't wanna go to school tomorrow, I can't study thinking about you, and you know I always do. I don't wanna go to sleep tonight when I can stay up thinking about you, and you know I always do.

Was it Something I said? by MyKey

Was it something I said? That made you anxious, yeah, it made you upset. Made you call me back at 3 AM.

Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms

I'm sure that we could find something for you to do on stage. Maybe shake a tambourine or when I sing, you sing harmonies.

IDK you yet by Alexander23

How can you miss someone you've never met? Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet. But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet.

Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had. The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seem.

Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery

I wish I could talk to you. Pull my chair right up there next to you and talk to you… You're in my head more often than I want. More often than I wanna tell you.

Touch Tank by Quinnie 🧸

Cause he's so pretty when he goes down on me. Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry. He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be so I think he wants to be gentle with me.

Are you Bored yet? by Wallows

Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset but I can't help from asking "Are you bored yet?". And if you're feelin' lonely, you should tell me before this ends up as another memory.

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Take me back to the night we met.

Hey Girl by Boy Paulo

Hey girl, do you like me? I guess that's a stupid ass question. I'm asking 'cause I'm nervous. You look so fine, you make me shiver.

Hello? by Clairo

Are you into me, like I'm into you? Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you? You're so close, and yet so far. I wonder how you look when you're in the dark.

Stuck in the Middle by Tai Verdes

But friends turn into sleepovers, and sleepovers turn into love. Love turns into jealousy, and now we both fucked up.

Like or Like Like by Minature Tigers

I watched you get undressed. I must have turned bright red cause I couldn't stand to face you. Cause I liked what I saw

Can I Call you Tonight? by Dayglow

So can I call you tonight? I'm trying to make up my mind,��just how I feel. Could you tell me what's real? I hear your voice on the phone, now I'm no longer alone. Just how I feel. Could you tell me what's real anymore? Cause I wouldn't know.

Photos from When we were Young by Nana Grizol 🧸

I was looking at photos from when we were young. Your hair is light blue and you're smiling in one. And it's a strange remembrance brought on by this semblance. Oh, we were so serious, shy, inexperienced, oh so unsure of ourselves. Making mistakes without anyone's help and I thought of the ways I remember you well.

A Lady by Tally Hall 🧸

I know a lady, Good & Evil, Showed me that I was a gentleman. Wait for the girl to blossom into colours that grow where you can.

[360iris]

Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred. 

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster. 

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges. 

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other. 

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life. 

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure. 

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts. 

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes. 

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

[hops-hunny]

Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)’s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it. 

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after. 

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s! 

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow. 

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.” 

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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[cdkeigna]

Slumber party: Benkei X Black Fem! Reader— One shot

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Hey everybody ! I’m late but Happy New Year and Black History Month <333 !!! Here’s a new fic but tbh... I don’t like that one :(( Hope y’all will tho ! Enjoy ♡♡♡

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Relationship: Benkei x Black fem! Reader, uses she/her pronouns

CW: NSFW, fucking, smut, porn with plot, reader is tipsy, brat taming, rough sex, un-protected sex, reader get called a bitch, punishment sex, oral sex (reader giving), slapping, pinching, screaming, choking, scratching, stifling, squirting, fingering, tears, cum shot, dirty talks, hair pulling, swearing, drooling, degrading, multiple sex positions, reverse cow-girl, size kink, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, eye contact, overstimulation/edging, hard dom, nipple play, ice play, fingers implied

! -18 DO NOT INTERACT !

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You insert the key in the lock and slowly open the door. You sneak into the house and silently close it behind you. It’s all dark, and your husband is probably sleeping. You put your shoes down and smile, relieved. You walk on tiptoes to the room, but the light turns on and you see your husband, jaw clenched and arms crossed. Oh shit, you think.

- H-hey baby... you say to the giant man in front of you. You’re awak—

« It’s 2am. » he dryly say

- Yeah... you nervously chuckles Why are you—

« It’s 2 in the morning. » he repeats

- Yeah, i know th—

« Where were you, y/n ? » He ask

You pout.

- It’s not « princess » anym—

« Where the fuck were you, y/n ? You smell like alcohol ! » he say, raising his voice

- Damn... Chill bae, I was just out with the girls... It’s hot in here, by the way, is the AC bro—

« And how the fuck was I supposed to know that when your phone was there ? » he say, walking towards you

You step backwards, trying to find an excuse.

- It was dead, so I had to—

You fall on the couch.

- Leave it to charge it up... you say getting up

« Stay seated. » he order

You sit back down and look up at him. You’re just sitting, getting told off by him and staring at him. Your brain has completely disconnected from what he’s saying to you, you’re just admiring him and his size. How tall he is, how broad his arms are and how loose his tank top is on his chest. You smirk.

« Y/n I’m talking to you right now ! Are you even listening to what I’m saying ?! » he yells

Fuck, he’s sooooo hot when he’s mad... you think. You get up and walk to face him.

- It’s okay baby, you’re overacting right now... you say fondling his whiskers. It’s really not that de—

He catches your hand and pins you against the wall, you choke.

« Don’t, fucking, play with me. » he say in your ear. « I’m so mad at you, so you better behave. »

You gulps, all red in the face and looking up at him. He’s so close to your face that you can feel his breath on your forehead. You raise your head.

« I was worried about you, but I guess you wanna be a bitch... So stay that way» he says

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but right now you just want to provoke him. You smile and caress his arm with your right hand. He stares at your hand, then put his eyes back in yours.

« What do you think you’re doing ? »

- You’re making a big deal out of nothing and you’re acting like a big baby, right now... you chuckles. Chill ou—

He grabs you by the neck, upset.

« You better watch your mouth, young miss. »

- Or what ? Going to punish me for calling you a « big baby » ? you smile

« Yeah, exactly. »

He lift you up and drop you off on the couch. You turn around and look at him. He push your dress up to your hips.

« This is your punishment for being a bitch. » he says

He gives you a slap on your ass, you moan. You bite your lip and chuckles.

- That’s it ?

He gives you another.

- Ah ! you whine

And another one.

- Shit...

And another one and he keeps on smacking both of your ass cheeks. You whimper, starting to feel the pain.

- Ouch... That hurt, baby.

« Yeah, that’s the point, you stupid bitch » he says grabbing your hip

- Don’t talk to me like tha- AANH ! you yell

He keeps on smacking and scratching your ass as you whimper and cry out loud. You start to tear up from the pain and the pleasure.

- F—fuck... E-Enough, please...

« Enough ? We’re just getting started, bitch » he say removing his tank top

- Okay, I’m sorry...

« Nah... That’s too easy. Put your thong down. » he orders

- ...Do it yourself.

He smacks your ass, you gasp out.

« Now. »

You heavily breath and do what he told you. He spreads your ass cheeks and caress your pussy.

« Damn, you’re already wet like a bitch just from spanking. » he states

- Will you stop calling me a—

« Shhh... shut up. » he whisper putting his finger on his lips.

You give him a dirty look. You feel his tip between your folds, you whine and burry your face in the couch. He rubs it and tap it on your wetness, he leans down and reach for your clit and carefully rub it. You moan, throwing your head back.

« I’m waiting. » he say in your ear

- For what ?

He smacks your ass. You whine.

« Wrong answer. Say it. »

- I... I already did. you pant.

« What you said ? »

- I... told you... to eat my ass ! you smile looking back at him

He look at you with a neutral face and you see his jaws clench. You laugh, wiping your tears

« Okay, since you’re not taking it seriously, I’ll have to be more violent with your punishment. » he says

He penetrate your pussy, you gasp. He grabs your hips and relentlessly push himself into you. You’re holding on the couch for dear life, moaning loudly. You’re more taking it as a treat than a punishment. You just love when he’s giving you back shots, he’s so good at it.

- Ngh... Aah— ah f... FUCK baby~~ you moan

You try to put your hand on his abs but he grabs your arm and pin it up your head.

« Don’t touch me. »

- Mmh, you- you’re so mean to- me~~

« Shut up. » he say smacking your ass as he keeps mistreating your pussy

- ANH ! Shit...

Your moans and his balls smacking your clit are reasoning in the living room. He grabs your arms and hair and pull you up to him, back against his body. He puts his other hand on your mouth and leans close to your ear.

« Shut up or I’ll get the gag »

You sigh and try to handle your moans. He let your arms go but keep on pulling your hair. He holds your shoulder and thrust deeper into you, you gasp and bite your lip.

« What was that ? »

- ... N-nothing... you whine

He looses his grip on your hair, grabs your hips and rest his foot on the couch. You whine.

- Fuck, baby... please.

« No, shut up. »

- So... mean~ you whine

« That’s what you get from being a bitch. » he says smacking your ass again

- AAH ! I’m sorry~~ you cry out

« What are you sorry for ? »

- For...

« For ? »

- Dropping deez nu— AOUCH ! FUCK ! you scream

«...I’m going to fuck you up. » he says

That one was harder than the other ones, you just know that your ass is going to be marked with his hand. You feel tears going down on your cheek.

- Fuck... fuck... you sobs

He chuckles.

« You were having all that attitude literally 2 minutes ago and now you’re crying ? Yeah, cry like a bitch now » he say with a snarky tone

You bite your lip and silently cry. The pain and the pleasure are mixing up and you feel like you’re going dumb from all this. He takes himself off your pussy and you collapse on the couch, legs shaking, tears and drool messing your makeup up.

- ...Fuck... you whine

You turn around and lay down on the couch, trying to find your breath back. He look down at you and grab your jaw. He smile then slap your cheek, you whine.

« Such a pathetic bitch, you look so ridiculous ! » he mocks you

You slap him back.

- Fuck you... you whisper

« Wanna say that again ? » he says pulling the shoulder strap of your dress down

- I said f— mmh...

His right hand is wandering around your breast, groping and folding them, you pant mouth open. His hand go down, grabs your nipple and pinch it. You whine.

« What did you just say ? » He leans towards you

- N-N-nothing ! I’m sorry ! you whimper

He let your nipple go and lift your chin up with a finger.

« That’s what l thought. »

You pout, biting your lips. He grabs your legs and spread them. Two of his fingers wipes your wet folds and rub your clitoris, you hold your breath.

« Are you still not going to say it » he say looking at you

- But... I... already did ! You sigh, closing your eyes

« Say it again » He say, rubbing your clit faster

- I— I’m sorry...

« For what ? »

- For... being a bitch... you cry out

« And...? » he whisper

You feel his rock hard tip wiping and tapping your folds, you whine and bite your lip. You lift your hips and suddenly feel something cold on your chest, you twitch. It’s an ice cube. When did he get it, you wonder. You turn your head and notice the ice bucket on the table, you sigh. He rubs it on your neck, breast and then on your clit, it makes you twitch.

- Ahh~~ you moan

« And ? » he repeats

He keep on rubbing the ice on your clit, you’re desperately moving your legs, trying to handle it. You put your hands on his arms.

« Take your hands off me » he murmurs

- But—

« Take it off. »

You remove them reluctantly. He put the ice on your chest and let it melt on you. You sit up getting your face closer to his but he grabs your neck, you gasp.

« Who gave you the permission to get up ? » he says

You smirk.

- Your mot—

He doesn’t even let you finish and put two of his fingers inside you.

« You still wanna be a brat huh ? Imma tame your lil’ brat ass now » he say tightening his grip around your neck

You choke holding his hand on your neck as he keep thrusting his fingers back and forth into you, which make you arch your back and moan loudly.

- ... Ah... AH ! Fuck fuck fuck fu—

« Silence. »

You bite your lip, trying to not make a noise but muffled moans are still coming out your mouth. You close your eyes and put your hand on your mouth. He remove his fingers in one mouvement and give a big smack at your pussy, you jump and scream. He laughs.

« What a juicy pussy... Dripping wet like a slut... » he whisper looking at you

You can’t even call him out for what he just called you, you’re out of breath, a tears mess and your hair already curled.

« Taste yourself... »

He inserts his fingers in your mouth and pull it down your throat. You swirl your tongue around it and suck them clean. You taste sweet with a sour aftertaste. He take them off and a long trail of saliva follows behind it.

« Good girl. » he say licking his fingers

You pant, tongue out and look at him with pleading eyes. He looks at you with a smile.

«  That’s too bad you can’t see your face, you are a pure mess ! » he say with a soft grin

He brings you closer to him as he rubs his dick to your clit before entering your pussy, you moan. He put his thumb in your mouth and hold your right thigh while he gives you slow strokes. You suck and bite his finger, moaning under him.

« Still wanna act like a brat, now ? » he whisper

- No... I’m good... you whimper

« Mhmm... Is there anything else you wanna say ? »

- ...Uck... you mumble

« Words. Use them, properly » he says taking his thumb out your mouth to rub your clit

You cuss, throwing your head back. His pace is getting faster as he keeps purring dirty talks in your face. And you just melt under his touch, but full of pride, you still don’t want to apologize, so you just ignore his sayings.

- Ngh... Fuck~~

« Mhm ? »

He lifts one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, you gasp. He start to mercilessly pound into you, trying to get the words he wants to hear out your mouth. You mumbles inaudible words and it’s starting to irritate him.

« Say it.  »

- ... fuck... ba— ANH !

« I’m waiting. »

- Mmh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck , fuck~~~ you moan, resting on your elbows

He puts his hands on your mouth to stifle your moans.

« One more noise and I’m getting the vibrator. »

You hold his hands, open your eyes and look up at him. He push himself deeper into you which is making your breast moves up and down. You whine under him. You stick your tongue out and lick his palm, he removes his hand off your mouth.

« ... What the fuck ?! » he whisper, mad

You laugh, biting your lower lip.

- Oops ! you smile

« Do I look like I’m playing right now ?! » he yells, grabbing your neck

- Okayyy I’m sorry, baby~~ you say, still laughing

He let your neck go.

« Yeah... Fuck the vibrator. I’m going to slut you out with my bare hands. » He say

His stokes are getting deeper and harder, you do a choked face. You’re finally starting to feel that sensation in your belly and you know what it is. You moan and he grunts.

- Aagh...Shit... you whimper

You wraps your legs around his hips.

- Ke-keep going... I’m gonna... you whine, caressing your clit

« Oh you’re gonna cum ? Then do it yourself. » He say, stepping back

- Huh ? What no, please... I want you... you whine, sitting up

«  That’s not my problem. Make yourself cum, now. » he states, sitting down on the couch in front of you

- But I want you so... fucking bad, baby... you whine, biting your finger

« Hurry up. » He whisper, resting his face on his hand

- Shit... You’re so mean~~ you cry out groping your breast

You spread your legs and carefully rub your clit, throwing your head back. You slide one of your finger inside and move it slowly, moaning out. Your fingers aren’t enough, you want him and him only, but you can’t. Just thinking about him, thrusting again and again and feeling the hardness of his member into you and filling you up is enough to make you hornier. You whine again.

- Mmmh~~ baby please... Fuck me... I need you ! you say slowing down your pace

« Faster. » He say

- But I—

« Do it faster » he orders

- Mmh fuck...

You do what he say as you keep crying and moaning out for him. And he’s just seating there, looking at you, with the most neutral face ever and his dick is still up. He may not show it, but his mind is filled with nasty thoughts about the things he’d do to you.

« She look so hot with her messy face, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of her, fuck I wanna kiss her so bad, her moans are going to make my dick explode I swear to God, Shit her pussy is literally calling my name... » he thinks

And more intrusive thoughts are coming in his head. He rubs his forehead.

« Fuck... » whispers Benkei

- Aanh~ Shit, I’m about to... Hhngh~

« Cum then, y/n. » he says, smirking

He stares at you, shivering and shaking, but he looks more focus on how your pussy is getting mistreated by your fingers and how wetter it get. He bite his lips. You whimper, remove your fingers and squirt all over the couch and carpet. You’re out of breath and red in the face. He chuckles and get up.

« You did it ! » he chant walking towards you

He’s looking down at you, that smirk still placed on his face. You sit up and caress his torso with your foot.

- Fuck me, now... you moan

« What we say ? » he say, spreading your legs

- Please~ you whisper, biting your lower lip

« What else ? » he says, bending over your face

- Omg- Just shut the fuck up and fuck me ´til I’m braindead, okay ?!

« ... See ? This is your fucking problem ! »

- I’m sor—

He grabs you by the jaw and bring your face to his. You can feel his breath on your nose.

« I don’t think you’re in a position to act like a fucking bitch again, so you better act right and watch that dirty mouth of yours before I fuck you up for real. Got it ? » he dryly says

He’s even more mad now. This time you know he is NOT playing. His grip on your jaw and just his huge body is enough for you to stop acting up, even though it’s still turning you on. You give him a nod as an answer.

« Good. » he say slapping your cheek and letting your jaw go « But since you’re asking for it ! »

He penetrate you with the sharpest and deepest stroke possible without warning. You gasp and scream.

- OH MY FUCKING GOD !

« Silence, I don’t wanna hear you. »

He’s holding your legs separated in each arms and thrust deeply inside you, hitting and kissing your cervix. His thighs and balls are clapping your ass again and again. You’re trying to hold your moans up but you can’t. It hurts so much, but at the same time it feels so good and it makes you feel better that you just cry and moan out.

- Oww~~ Aaaghh— Fuck yes... you whine trying to put your arms around his hips

« Don’t even think about it. » he grunts, looking at you

- Ngh— AANH ! Yeah, just— you whimper

He puts his hand on your mouth, silencing you.

« I said: Silence » he say placing his forehead on yours

You roll your eyes and close it. He removes his hand and you lick your upper lip.

« Turn around. »

- H-huh ? you whisper, feeling dizzy

« Don’t make me say that shit again. » he breath

You giggles and do what he told you. You swing your hair on his face and arch your back. You hear him sigh behind you.

« God, I fucking hate you... » he whisper

He pulls your hair, grabs your neck and penetrates you. You gasp out.

- Aaangh ! So... rough— MMH~~ you whimper

« You were doing so good, too bad you don’t know how to shut the fuck up... » he coos in your ear

- I— I’m sorry~ For not shutting...Agh— the fuck up~~ you cry out

« What else ? » he grunts

- Fuck... Aaah~ Deeper baby ! you moan touching his ass

« Oh my— » he grunts

He sits on the couch and grabs you by the arms then make you sit on his dick.

- AAAH~~ Shit ! you scream

You’re now to the point where your moans became scream. He’s so rough and merciless. You bite your lip.

- Aah... Yes... Yeah, yeah~~ you whimper

« Let’s see if that fat ass will save you now... » he say smacking it

- Mmh fuck !

He keeps on thrusting inside you as he brings you closer, while holding your arms. You raise your left leg in the air, moving your hips on his length, while your pussy clench around it. He groans and you giggles.

« …S-Shit… »

- Feels good, right ? you moan

« Shut up ! » he yells smacking your ass

He let your right arm go and rub and pinch your clit. You breath heavily. His dick digging deeper and harder inside you and his fingers rubbing your clit are making you lose your mind. You sigh throwing your head on his shoulder, moaning and whining.

- Oouuh~ yes baby... you moan in his ear

He rubs your clit faster, which makes you shiver and your legs shake. You feel his dick twitch, he grunts and tap your clit with his fingers. He let your arms go and you turn around to ride him. You hold his shoulders and start to bounce on his dick. He grabs your hips and looks at you with lustful eyes. You bite your lip, trying to kiss him but he grabs your neck.

« You don’t even deserve a kiss... » he scoff at you

You’re just looking at him, panting and moaning. He brings you closer and you keep on riding him. He grasp your ass before giving it a huge slap. You leap and burry your face in his neck. He chuckles and smack it again.

- It hurts~~ you whine

« That’s what you deserve. » He say wrapping his arms around your hips

You move your pelvis up and down to feel him deeper inside you, and it feels so good that you’re whimpering, damn near crying in his ear.

- I’m sorry—

« Why are you hiding ? Look at me and say it again »

You whim and reluctantly sit up. He takes your left nipple in his mouth and looks up at you.

« One wrong answer and I’m biting it. Go ahead » he say

He’s doing circulars motion with his tongue waiting for you to apologize. His left hand is caressing the other nipple. You sigh, red in the face, trying to focus.

- I... am sorry... for—

« Keep riding. » he mumbles, smacking your ass

- AAH ! Shit... I’m sorry... for...for... Nngh anh~~ you whimper

His tongue on your tit and you trying to ride him is just distracting you. You’re actually losing your mind from all his ministrations.

« Speak. » he say nibbling your nipple

- Ah yes ! Im...

« Already brain dead ? » he laughs

- ... Stop laughing… you sniff

« Or what ? Shut up and apologize, young miss. » he whisper biting your nipple

You hisses and pout. He let your tit go.

- I hate you. you moan

« I hate you too, darling. » he replies

You look at him and he smiles at you. You smack him and get up to run away. Unfortunately, he sit up and grabs you by the arm, you both fall on the ground and you’re now trapped in his arms.

- Fuck ! you swear, mad

He chuckles and put his hand on your mouth.

« Dear y/n... Why you gotta so stupid ? Where were you going to run ? We live in the same house. he chuckles « Or were you expecting me to run after you ? » he rhetorically ask

- Yes exactly. But my plan is fucked now... you think

« I’ll take that as a yes. » he purrs in your ear

He grabs your hair and your neck, you gasp.

« But seriously, I’m tired of your bullshit ! Act like a bitch one more time and you’ll see ! » he growls in your ear

You laughs.

- Oh yes... I’ve been a bad girl~ Punish me, master ! you moan

Suddenly you feel something in your mouth and know you what it is. He grabs your wrists and cuffs them behind your back. He step back and looks down at you.

« You hear this ? It’s all quiet now... » he scoffs

He kneels in front of you.

«  Try to make noise now. Oh yeah ! You can’t. » he taps your cheek

You’re ass up and face down on the carpet with your hands on your back. You can’t move or say anything and it’s annoying you. He gets behind you and finally thrust into you. You whimper.

He leans on your arms as he sinks deeper into your womb. At the same time, you bounce your ass on his length. You just want to scream, yell and cry about it, praise him, tell him that it feels good, and that he can use you as he want. You also want to touch, caress and scratch him, just want to feel his skin under the palm of your hand. But you can’t, you’re just a moaning and drooling mess under him, deprived of all movements and words...

He grabs your left ass cheek and slap the other one. You close your eyes, whining.

« You’re still so loud... Even with the gag. » he grunts

You whine moving your legs. He grabs your hair and your neck, growling. His dick sliding into your glistening walls is making your pussy clench and throb at each stroke and you can’t stop moaning. He tighten his grip on your hair and leave your neck to rest his hand on the floor.

« Shit, I’m gonna cum... » he sigh

You move your hand on your back to give him a green light. You give him a nod and lift your thumb up to tell him that he can do it inside you, and he get the message. He smile and hold your shoulders before changing his pace to a faster one. You gasp and he pulls your hair to get you closer. He grasp your hair with both his hands and gives you harder strokes.

You let out a muffled scream. Lewd noises came out your mouth and your both bodies smacking and clapping at each other. Your eyes are starting to feel heavy and your sight is getting blurry as if you’re about to fall asleep. You moan and he grunts behind you. You feel his hot seed filling your stomach. Y’all both sigh and he let your hair go. You rest your head on the floor. He grabs your hips.

« Don’t let it leak. » he says pushing himself deeper

You whine and shiver. You feel your legs shaking and trembling. He removes himself and get up. He looks at you with a smile.

« What a sweet cream pie... » he scoffs, smacking your ass

You moan wiggling on the floor. He uncuffs your hands.

« Here you go. You’re free now ! » he say sitting on the couch

You untangle the gag and stay on the floor for a bit, trying to find your breath back. You still want him, very badly. It’s like you were hypnotized by him. You try to get up but your legs are still shaking, so you stay on all fours and walk towards him, looking up at him.

- I need you... Now ! you stutter

« Again ?! » he exclaims

His face, his body, his height and everything about him is making you crazy. It’s probably the exhilaration but you’re almost, if not literally, looking at him with heart-shaped eyes. His scent going through your nostrils excites you more. You get on top of him and put your hands on his shoulders.

- Please... I want you so bad~ you moan, trying to kiss him

He put his finger on your lips, stopping you. You hold his hand.

« Uh huh... You still don’t deserve a kiss and you still owe me something, miss... »

- I’m sorry... I’m so sorry baby... you sigh, rubbing yourself on his dick

He chuckles and lay his arms back on the couch. You bury your face in his neck, kiss and suck it while you’re apologizing. You fondle his balls.

- Please... Forgive me~~ you moan in his ear

He groans.

- Im sorry for not telling you, for calling you a « big baby »...

You go down to kiss his chest and torso then you fall back on your knees between his legs. You grab his dick and put it in your mouth. You lick and suck his tip. He scoffs.

« You like having something in your mouth, huh ? Use your mouth more then. » he smirks, looking down at you

You stroke his dick and spit on it, moaning. You stick your tongue out and lick it from the tip to the base.

« Ouuh... That’s a super slutty face you got there. » he says

You look at him with lustful eyes and a long trail of saliva falls on your chest. You suck his tip again. He hisses.

« Fuck… » he grunts

You shove his full length in your throat, stick it out and put it back. You use your hand to jerk him off as you keep on sucking his tip.

« Mmm shit... Yeah, right there...! » he moans

You swirl your tongue around his tip, stroke it and lick his slit. You stare at him with the same slutty face and hypnotized eyes and give him a smile. He bite his lower lip.

« Fuck it. » he whisper

He get up and put his hand on your head. He grab his dick and stroke it in front of your face. You open your mouth, tongue lolling out, groping your breast. He cums on your nose, in your mouth and on your chest. He sigh and let you fall on the floor. You lick your lips and sit on the couch in front of him. He walk towards you and pull your leg.

« I’m not done with you. » he say penetrating your pussy

You bite your lip and he grabs your neck.

« I hate you so much... » he grunts

- Han~ And I love you ! you whine

« ... I fucking hate her, she makes me hard ! » he thinks

He push himself deeper and accelerate his pace. You put your leg on his hip. He grabs your arms and pin it above your head. After a few more strokes in, he let your neck go and cum on your stomach. He sigh and step back.

« Now I’m done. » he say, walking away

He picks up his stuff and leave. You’re an absolute mess on the couch. Your walls are throbbing, your legs are shaking and your ass is sore from all that spanking. Now you feel the need to rest. You sigh and lay down on the couch, satisfied.

« One more thing ! » says Benkei

You look at him.

« You’re a bitch, but you’re MY, bitch. »

You frown.

« Happy birthday. » he smirks at you

And he leaves. You smile and strokes your hair.

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[kimi-twstheadcanons]

Heartslabyul accidentally walking in on you changing

- Headcanon

Pronouns: Directed to She/Her

All he wanted to do was give you your note book that you had forgotten in class today. He had noticed it contained some important notes for the upcoming test, so he saw it best to give it to you as soon as possible

Grim was the one who had opened the door to Ramshackle for him to come in. You two may be close friends but he’s not about to walk into your dorm like he lives there

Although he did get distracted and noticed some errors and mistakes you had made within your notes. So he immediately went to your room and, without knocking, opened the door while looking and reading the paper

“(Y/N), you seem to have a few errors in your notes. Would you like me to help you with- AHH!”

*Door closes intensely*

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything, I promise! Why didn’t you lock the door?! You know what, it’s fine. I’ll just wait in the lounge to talk to you!”

Before you could answer you heard his footsteps run away to the lounge room. All you were doing was taking your shirt off, and it’s not too big of a deal because Riddle isn’t that type of person, so you just lightly laugh it off and continue changing

When you met Riddle in the lounge he was going through your notes with a pen (or a pencil if you use those mainly) but he was still red from blushing, it was honestly adorable

Now you’re getting a mixed ear full of him telling you to lock the door and apologizing at the same time. This didn’t affect anything between you two however, it was just a small mistake that didn’t cause harm. But now Riddle never forgets to knock on your door, even if he’s distracted, he taught himself to snap out of it

Ramshackle is basically Aces second dorm anyway so he’s really comfortable there. He stayed a few nights when he first got his head chopped off by Riddle, he spent a month there because of the VDC, he’s just comfortable there now

You guys being friends doesn’t make that better, if anything now he just walks in and out almost daily, grabbing snacks, messing with the ghosts, or even just being there to rest on the couch

Welp that’s about to change

On this day he was coming back from basketball practice to chill and ask if you wanna watch the match when it comes up. When he was looking around you weren’t in the kitchen or lounge so he assumed you were in your room

He thought you would be laying down or in a chair, so he didn’t really rethink any other possibilities. His head was still racing from the practice match with Jamil and Floyd

In fact; He was so distracted he didn’t even try to rethink any other possibilities. He just swings your door open with a smile on his face

“Hey (y/n), you wanna- ah...ah...AHH?!”

He shut that door real quick

As he was running away all you hear down the hallway was him yelling “sorry”. You started laughing at how ridiculous the scene was, you weren’t even that exposed but this is an all boys school so there are only a few reactions one could expect

The day after, Ace was a mess around you for a while until you two talked it out. You apologized for not locking the door and he apologized (again) for just walking in on you without thinking

Ace can be a douche sometimes but I’m pretty sure he would respect a woman’s privacy of course. He grew up with an older brother so he doesn’t know much about girls living situations

Oh this poor bean, he just got completely comfortable around you and then this happens, just fantastic. All he wanted to do was ask you if you could lend him some notes for class (we don’t wanna go through the Octavinelle Episode again)

Just like Ace he was comfortable being at Ramshackle because of the same reasons. He’s not sure why he didn’t knock when he got to your room, it just slipped his mind

“Hey, (y/n). Do you by any chance have notes I could borr- EH!”

This boy probably shut the door so hard it echoed through the whole dorm. That, or he just straight up paused and blacked out

Remember Deuce doesn’t really know how to talk or act around girls, so getting comfortable with you was a good thing, it’s just now all that hard work probably just shattered

Either way, the next day Deuce is even worse than he was before. Even if you try to talk it through with him he’d just try to ignore you or get Ace to talk to you for him. All that hard work, welp, time to try again

It doesn’t happen, he would remember to knock

Trey may not remember how many ingredients he has when he bakes sometimes, but I feel like he would remember to knock each time he visits your dorm, you know, to keep you comfortable

If by some mistake he gets distracted and opens the door without knocking first he’d be a little awkward about it

“Hey, you forgot your jacket at Heartslabyul so I brought...it...back for...you...”

He would just stand in the door frame trying to process what’s in front of him while you just stare back at him, wondering what he’s doing. After a few seconds he snaps back to reality and closes the door slightly as to not see you and to hide his blush

“Sorry, I should have knocked first. Um...I’ll just leave your jacket in the lounge.”

“Okay, thank you Trey.”

“Yeah yeah, no problem.”

Then he just softly closes the door and leaves. It wouldn’t affect your friendship too badly, but it’s just a funny moment to bring up sometimes. Although not to the whole dorm, they might look at him slightly different after that.

Cater is the type of person who would care but not care at the same time

Like because he has two older sisters, he would be use to them and the female body in a way, but if he walked in on you he’d feel bad of course but he would treat it like a simple mistake

“Hey (y/n). I was wondering if you’re free next- Oh, sorry. My bad. I’ll wait for you to finish.”

Then he would just softly close the door, still smiling and all. When you finish and walk out he would apologize again and continue what he was saying

I feel like he’s the more casual one out of the five of them. He’s probably walked in on his sister a few times by accident or they would just change clothes in front of him on occasion when he was younger, because that’s their little brother it shouldn’t be a problem. (As an older sister, I feel there is nothing wrong with it and it’s funnier if you start cracking some dumb jokes or if they’re super young just play around “can you pass me that shirt little bro, thanks” stuff like that)

(Imagine he was like “oh sorry, I’ll wait” and SAT in an area near you because he’s just use to his sisters so much XD)

(Also what he was going to ask was if you wanted to go to a café next week so he can take pictures of the sweets and you can eat them, his treat)

[mishkakagehishka]

repost from my old blog

No, you’re so right! For regular Deuce, I see him as the sweetest, kindest guy who drinks so much women respect juice because he wants to. Like, to compare to Leona or Ruggie, those two have fear-respect for women (is it called awe in English?), whereas I think Deuce just has a bunch of regular respect for them. I adore him, I wanna make him tea and help him study. He doesn’t deserve the slander I’ve been writing about him.

As for yandere, I agree with you, in that he’d be really manipulative and clingy, like, when he tells Yuu about the time he made his mother cry and how that was a wake-up call to him. He’d totally go “You know, my mum was so happy to hear I have a nice partner like you… I think she actually believes I’ve changed for the better now! I think she’d disown me if I ever lost you :)” in a jokey way, but def mean it as “my mother’s heartbreak will be your fault” if he started thinking he was gonna get the boot. I see him as the type to be a bit delusional and seriously overprotective, but not particularly jealous. That said, I see him as that kind of yandere in a world where his object of affection is either dating him, or is just indifferent to everyone equally. My nice guy (bleugh) Deuce theory comes in because he’s a bit dumb (affectionate), and I feel like if he thinks he has a rival in someone who’s usually openly a mean person, he would, unfortunately, be in danger of adopting the nice guy rhetoric. I don’t think he’d go full Nice GuyTM and use the b-word or slutshame, because he still respects women, but I feel like he would feel entitled to his darling’s feelings purely because he “treats them well” (despite being a manipulative bastard, actually, but when have nice guys ever been self aware?) because he’s kinda daft.

“[…] I wanna hear more of ur vers of deuce and mb u can write somehting for him?” we all read this part of the ask, okay? The following is technically not my fault. I’m sorry.

Word count: 3103 Summary: Ace decides he wants to tease Deuce by not telling him why he was alone with the Prefect of Ramshackle, and Deuce decides he needed to claim her ASAP. Warnings: yandere (toxic, abusive behaviour), implied stalking, a kiss that wasn’t consented to, cussing, entitlement to a person, nice guy rhetoric with the misogyny it carries, threats and manipulation. As always, let me know if I missed anything that should get a warning Note: Yuu/Prefect is refered to with feminine terms and she/her pronouns. I warned for misogyny, but it’s not as severe, I think, though there’s a few “girls like you” type of lines.

It was a peaceful day in the Heartslabyul dorm, for once. With no exams nor projects to prepare for in the coming week, the students of Night Raven College had ample free time that weekend, and in Heartslabyul, that meant rest and sophisticated socialisation, all in the borders of the Queen of Hearts’ rules, of course. With the sun not yet at the mid-point of the sky, a group of four first years were spending their morning playing cards in their shared room, circling from one game to another, mixing and matching rules for different ones until they were playing a completely new game, before returning to a classic once more. Ace, the cheater and trickster of the four, seemed to have been on a winning streak. Though his companions had their doubts, he was as skilled with his hands as he was with his words, able to absolve himself of any accusations that flew his way. “What can I say? You guys just suck,” he grinned, a Seven of Hearts poking out of his sleeve.

It was moments before Deuce, his closest frenemy, was about to point out the card that Ace abruptly got up, bringing a quick end to the game. “Oh, well, since I’ve been winnin’ all this time, this has gotten boring,” he said. “Anyway, I gotta run, promised Prefect I was gonna be at hers ten minutes ago.” He shot a wink to his buddies, a wave of heckling and comparisons to various animals ringing through the room as response. The frown on Deuce’s face either went unnoticed or ignored. “Prefect? Of Ramshackle? What does she want you for?” He inquired. “Wouldn’t you like to know? … hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re makin’ a scary face. Ya jealous or something?” With every word, Ace seemed to have been riling Deuce up more and more, who clenched and unclenched his jaw a couple of times, his glare not easing up. “I’m not jealous, just curious,” he said, finally turning his eyes away from the other. “Have fun… or whatever.” The cards were shuffled and dealt once more; a three-player game was starting.

Deuce wanted to say it didn’t bother him, he really did, but it has been a week since that day, and he just couldn’t stop himself imagining the worst. It’s already been two years since the Prefect had come to Twisted Wonderland, since Ace and he started attending Night Raven College - and since the three of them became inseparable friends. And Grim. Deuce could even say Ace was his best friend, or that’s what he could have said. He had told him he had feelings for the Prefect, he told him he was planning on wooing her… When he mustered the courage to do so. And here Ace was, going round to her dorm, which was still populated only by her and Grim, to spend time there, just the two of them. Just the two of them! It was basically a date! Truthfully, Deuce felt betrayed by them both. By Ace, in whom he confided. He trusted Ace not to break the bro-code, not to try and get into the Prefect’s pants when he’d already claimed her - not outright, but by being the first to show interest in her. And he felt betrayed by the Prefect for no reason that she would know, something Deuce was aware of, but he couldn’t help it. She was to be his, so why was she inviting Ace over, alone? Why was he accepting? It all just made Deuce sick.

So, there he was, seething and steaming while staring up at the ceiling from his bed at two in the morning, the culprit for his bad mood sleeping soundly and snoring away on the opposite end of the room. Picking at his fingers nervously, teeth gritting together, the thoughts that swam through Deuce’s mind ranged from furious to disappointed to just sad. Ace refused to give him the details of their meet-up that day, so what else could it be? It was just the two of them, in Prefect’s dorm - no - in the Prefect’s room more likely! It might as well have been a date. He slapped his hands over his face, stifling a groan. It was supposed to be him. It should have been him. And so, it spun, the desperation and sadness of it not being him, soon to be replaced with anger directed at Ace, at his friend who betrayed him by taking advantage of Prefect’s stupidity, who saw nothing wrong with inviting a man over, alone. And so the feelings progressed to disappointment at the Prefect. She was- is his dream girl. He hasn’t given up, despite all. Deuce truly and honestly believed he loved her. Convinced of it, his heart hurt even more. And she went and chose Ace. Ace, the bully. Over him, who was always so kind, so full of respect, so patient and gentle with her. How could she not choose him, when he was so good to her, when Ace was always the one making her frown, even cry? She might have tried to wave off the teasing insults, and she did do her best to not cry in front of them, but of course Deuce knew when she’d run off suddenly, of course he always followed her. Out of worry. Out of love.

And then it was back to fury, and as the thoughts spun in his head, he spent the rest of the night without much sleep.

He knew he had to confront her; he wouldn’t be able to get closure any other way. It was for closure, is what he told himself, but, deep inside, he’d hoped it was still early in her relationship with Ace (Ace refused to answer any question related to the situation, which Deuce took as an answer of its own), early enough that his own confession would be able to sway her. Make her question her feelings, at least. Give him a chance. He fidgeted with his pen, Trein was droning on as always, but Deuce’s eyes were glued to Prefect’s back. She was writing down everything the teacher was saying, so diligently. She was always such a hard worker, always giving it her all. Ace would be a horrible match for her. Didn’t she know this? As if sensing his eyes on her, the Prefect turned around. She shot him a smile, but Deuce couldn’t even hold eye contact, averting his gaze to his own notes, a deep blush coating his cheeks. He scribbled absentmindedly, trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t just staring at her the entire time.

“So, seriously, are you two… a thing now?” Deuce whispered, not wanting the other students in the cafeteria to overhear. Ace, who was moments away from destroying a plate of macaroni, just shrugged in response. “The hell do you care?” “Well, if my two best friends start dating, I’d like to be the first to know,” he lied. “Would you, now?” “It's… you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Come on, just tell me why Prefect only asked you to come to Ramshackle that day.” “It’s none of your business. Stop being a baby and ask her yourself if you’re so curious.” “I can’t just do that! She’s, I told you how I feel about her. Just tell me if I even still have a shot, or if you’ve already-” “A loser like you ne~ver had a shot. Oh, speak of the devil! Prefect, Grim! Get your asses over here!” Ace waved over the discussed-about person and her companion, pulling out a chair next to him. Deuce glared at him, but Prefect chose to sit opposite them both instead, with Grim taking the seat next to Ace.

For a moment Deuce found himself at a loss for words. Every time he saw her, it was as if he was back at the entrance ceremony as a first year again, in the moment when he saw her for the first time. She was the last of that generation’s first years to awaken, and he remembered it all clearly. Of course he did, the memory of first love is not one many forget. He was just standing around with the other Heartslabyul students, listening to his dorm leader’s words so attentively, until he saw the Prefect. They hadn’t even locked eyes, hell, she didn’t even realise his existence until she asked him to help catch Ace the next day, but it only took a glance in her way for him to fall head over heels in love. And then he watched her, the way her face morphed from confusion, to shock at being told she didn’t belong here, to dread at being told her home didn’t even exist. It was intriguing, yes, but for Deuce, seeing tears welling up in her eyes, the way she looked at headmaster Crowley, eyes wide and scared, so vulnerable, he knew he had to always be by her side. It was a riddling feeling, he couldn’t decide if he liked seeing her in such a state of despair, or if he wanted to protect her from it all, from the entire world if need be. When he looked at Prefect now, that was all he could remember. How sweet, how unguarded she was, how much he could protect her. How good he could be to her.

“Deuce? Hey, are you listening?” She waved a hand in front of his face, and he blinked rapidly, the hand he was leaning on falling to the table. He’d barely eaten, and students were already filing out of the cafeteria. “You didn’t even touch your food. Are you feeling okay?” She was worried. What a darling. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he stuttered out, “just, not really hungry.” “Oooh!” Grim piped up, grabbing a piece of bread from his plate. “Then, you won’t mind if I eat this? And this, too… actually, henchman! Open your pockets, put all this in there.” “My pockets? Are you insane? Just eat on the way to class.” “Speaking of,” Ace interjected, “it’s about time we get going. Crewel’s next period, I don’t wanna get called a bad dog again. Shit’s weird.” “Uh, actually!” Deuce piped up, reaching across the table to grasp at the Prefect’s wrist, keeping her seated. “I need to talk to you; it’ll just be a moment. In private.” He emphasised, more so for Ace’s ears. Ace took a glance at the Prefect, noting how she started shifting in her seat. “Dude, we need to get to class,” he said. “Stay out of it. I just… need to ask her something. It’ll take a moment.”

Ace shrugged, patting the Prefect’s back with a short “Hang in there!” and mouthing “Don’t say anything dumb” to Deuce before he left the cafeteria. Grim, much to his chagrin, stayed, citing how he had to stay at his henchman’s side at all times lest she gets herself in more danger. “It’s nothing, you don’t need to worry.” Deuce noticed how tense she seemed, but still refused to let go of her wrist. Instead, his grip tightened as he stumbled over his words. “Look, I just, I really need to talk to you about something and I, you know, I didn’t want to say anything in front of that guy, but, um, can you… can we meet up in the courtyard after classes end? By the well? I want to talk to you, just the two of us. If you’re- if you’re free.” “Hehe! You gonna ask her out or somethin’?” “NO! I mean, I’m not- stay out of this, Grim! Ugh… that’s all I wanted to say. Sorry for keeping you, let’s just go to class already… you don’t have to say anything right now, just think about it, I’ll be waiting by the well. Just… don’t tell Ace. Please.”

It’s not that Deuce was a smooth-talker, but even the awkwardness of his first year paled in comparison to how tongue-twisted he was around the Prefect. Just her presence was enough to suck all the confidence from him, and make him doubt everything about himself. How his hair looked, whether he smelled nice, if his clothes looked tidy, even how his voice sounded. He still hasn’t lived down the time his voice cracked in front of the entire group – not that Ace would ever let him – but it was still so mortifying to him. It was more than possible to live with Ace’s teasing, especially if he decided to rough him up a bit for it, but why did it have to happen in front of her? And that’s why he was still fixing his hair, using the reflection of the water in the well as his mirror. Not a single hair was allowed to be out of place, it just wouldn’t do. He sighed, shaking his hands and patting down his trousers while trying to cool himself off, and his nerves. He left the class first, the moment it ended, merely glancing in the Prefect’s way, hoping she would be there. It was perfect; nobody was in the courtyard at that moment. Just Deuce and his thoughts. “Hey!” He was startled by the Prefect’s voice once more, quickly spinning around to face her. “I’m here, so…” It seemed as if she felt just as awkward as he did, shifting her balance from one leg to the other rapidly.

With a sharp inhale, Deuce steeled his nerves and looked her straight in the eyes, despite how hard it was to keep eye contact at that moment. "Pref- Y/N. I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend.” He didn’t see a point in beating around the bush. He’s been waiting for the perfect moment to confess to her for years, and now, with the vibrant orange hue of the sunset providing a romantic background, surrounded by the silence of the school’s courtyard now that all classes have finished and knowing he’s the only man in her eyes at that moment, it would be hard to find a better moment. Besides, the way the fading Sun’s light fell on the Prefect’s features, making her look even more beautiful, would have made it hard for him to keep his feelings inside for longer than a minute, anyway. “Huh?” “I’ve had a crush on you for ages, ever since I first saw you and-” “Deuce, I’m sorry…” she trailed off, hoping she wouldn’t have to outright reject him. After all, “You’re a really good friend to me, but…” He paused. Rejection? “Is it because… are you already, with Ace? Is that why you two have been hanging out alone so often?” “Come on, don’t be like that.” “Like what?” Deuce’s voice was growing in volume with each word, and the shyness of before seemed to have vanished, replaced by an angry tone, sharp and accusatory. “Wait, are you seriously dating Ace? You’re rejecting me because of that punk? Are you fuckin’ with me? Have you forgotten the shit he did to you – the shit he keeps doing to you – or are you really dumb enough to go for a guy like that?” “Deuce!” The Prefect reprimanded him, appalled at his poisonous words. “No, don’t fuckin’ scold me like you’re my damn mother, are ya actually being serious? He was practically bullying you! He still constantly makes fun of you and embarrasses you in front of others, he hasn’t matured a fuckin’ day since we were first years and he’s the one you chose? You know I could- I would treat you better than him. Than anyone! I’m your best damn choice, and you picked the worst instead. I know he made you cry, multiple fuckin’ times. What are you, a masochist?” “Who gave you any right to tell me who I should and shouldn’t choose?! You know, you’re acting like a real ass. I’m leaving.” “No, you fucking ain’t, you’ll listen to me to the end.” Deuce grabbed her bicep, nails digging into her flesh through the blazer and shirt of the uniform. His grip was painfully tight, keeping her from leaving, but still with her back turned to him. “What the- let go of me!” She craned her neck to look at him, trying to pull her arm away, but his grip only tightened, causing her to yelp in response. “No! Obviously, since you picked Ace, you’re the type of girl who likes being treated like this by guys. I’ve been nothing but nice to you all this time and you barely even look at me, so I guess it’s time for a strategy change. I can be just as much of a fuckin’ disrespectful prick as Ace, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t choose me.” “Don’t be an idiot!” “Fuck you, Prefect. You’ll be mine, not Ace’s, not anybody else’s.”

With one more sharp pull to the Prefect’s arm, he turned her around to face him before pushing her against the well. Pinned between him and the well, she had little choice other than to lean against him, fearful of falling into the well. Not that Deuce’s ever-present grip would allow it. His stare was piercing, as if he was gauging her reaction, which was fearful if her uneven breathing and wide eyes was anything to go by. Just like that day at the entrance ceremony. From her bicep, his right hand travelled upwards, holding the back of her head as he leaned in to kiss her. It was an inexperienced, almost sloppy, kiss. The Prefect’s hands shot up, pushing at Deuce’s chest to try and get him to step away, but he used his free hand to take hold of her hip, only bringing her closer to him, leaving her hands crumpled up against his chest awkwardly, unable to do much. The kiss lasted for seconds, but felt like hours to both of them for vastly different reasons.

“I didn’t want to do this.” Deuce said as they separated, heat radiating from his face, coated by a blush that made his words seem almost innocent. “But since girls like you seem to like guys who treat them with no respect, I hope this was good enough. I can do worse, if you’d still rather be with Ace.” The Prefect yelped as his grip on her hip momentarily tightened. “If I must, I can kill him, too. I will kill anyone for you. But I don’t have to, right? Tell me, Prefect.”

“Tell me you only want me.”

[heisenbergsmetalboobie]

Here's some headcannons no one asked for, for the lords since I can't get a single one of them out of my head.

Please be aware this is only how I see each character! If you have different hcs, cool these are just mine :)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's a lesbian or well, she likes female presenting people. In my opinion, there's no denying that she hates men. For goodness sake she calls Ethan 'stupid manthing.'

'Why does she hate men?' You ask well, i believe that the men of the village caused her to hate men. It's clear that Alcina is extremely attractive, but maybe some of the men in the village took it too far: Cat-calling her and eventually her daughters. Their comments overtime annoyed her, especially when if came to her daughters. She fixed it by bringing the men to castle dimitrescu and, as heisenberg puts it, the man's dick is cut off in the castle.

When castle dimitrescu was more lively, Alcina had a couple flings with some of her maids. Though all of her maids end up dead one way or the other, I think she turned the ones she liked the most into Moroaică. The rest obviously were turned into dinner for her and her daughters

Speaking of daughters, Alcina is definitely a better mother than mother Miranda. Seeing as Miranda saw her and the rest of her siblings as monsters, I'm sure Alcina was kind to her daughters. I don't think she'd want them to feel like monsters themselves, so their childhoods were filled with many positive affirmations. Maybe, too many seeing as all three girls have very large egos.

Alcina's opinions on the other lords are very clear. She has hatred for all of them, though it varies depending on each one. The one she hates the least is probably Donna, she enjoys their company somewhat. That is, as long as Angie isn't around. Alcina hates that stupid doll, honestly she hates all the dolls. They oddly make her unsettled, as if Donna wasn't unsettling anyways.

Moreau is hated by Alcina due to him thinking that Miranda is actually his mother. Well, he may not say it out loud but the way he addresses her and looks at her makes Alcina sick. His looks are only the cherry on top, in her mind how could she be family with something that looks like that?

Lastly is Heisenberg. At first, she didn't mind his presence. He didn't look like an abomination and could hold decent conversation, that was until she saw how much Mother Miranda favored him. This pissed her off to no end, after learning that she began to see more flaws in him. From the way he speaks to his manners, almost every part of him infuriates her. How could Mother Miranda favor such a man child? How could she pick Heisenberg over her? Now even being around him for meer minutes makes her want to shred him to bits.

Donna Beneviento

When it comes to sexuality and gender, Donna can't really express it though Angie can I don't think they would be willing to tell their 'family' their identity. If Donna were to express it, I'd feel she'd use she/they pronouns or identity as nonbinary. I can't really explain it, I just get nonbinary vibes from them. As for sexuality, I'm unsure of their romantic attraction but she's definitely asexual. Once again, I can't explain it but they have the vibes.

Aside from Angie, Donna has built every single one of her dolls from scratch. Seriously they even carve the wood and hand paint each one. Creating these dolls is one of the few things that bring Donna peace. Honestly, she sees these dolls as more of a family than Mother Miranda's 'family.'

Another one of Donna's hobbies includes tending to their plants. Seriously, in the spring and summer months her home is covered in beautiful greenery. They are just fascinated with how plants can be used for other purposes, like with the fungal-infected plants. Almost all the books within her estate are about different plants and their properties and the lab they have is used to test those abilities. Though their test subjects are never well behaved due to being lycans.

When it comes to the other members in Miranda's 'family', Donna doesn't seem to care for them. She doesn't enjoy any of their company, especially Moreau. Though they don't express it themselves, Donna makes sure to let the others know her opinion them via Angie. The one she can stand the most is probably Alcina, mostly due to her being alot quieter than the others.

Salvatore Moreau 

This poor poor fish man. Moreau is physically the most unpleasant lord and he knows it. He's insecure. How could he not when the rest of his family call him horrible names? He's constantly put down by the people he truley feels closest to. This includes the woman who he truly sees as his mother.

Though he doesn't enjoy his family's comments, he desperately wants their approval. Especially Heisenberg. Moreau looks up to his as if Karl is his older brother, even though Moreau a great deal older than him. If the metal bender will allow it, he does his best to help out. Sadly, it doesn't last long since the factory is so dry and his vomit causes the metal to rust.

When he's not conducting experiments, he's watching sappy romance movies on his TV. Though Moreau doesn't believe he'll ever find love, he likes seeing others be happy. Sadly, once Heisenberg found out about Moreau's hobby he make fun of him to no end. So now, he's ashamed of watching something that makes him happy

Look, I love all of the lords but when it comes to them being mean to Moreau I wanna punch them.

Karl Heisenberg

This man is 1000 percent bisexual/pansexual. The way he flirts with Ethan is undeniable. The only thing keeping me from saying that he's gay is the pure fact that I simp for him.

Karl is alot smarter than he looks, seriously he built a whole army of machine people. Though he is smart, he likes to play the role of the stupid redneck. He'd rather someone underestimate him in a fight rather than overestimate him.

In his free time, I like to think that Karl prank calls the other lords. He did set up their phone lines after all. His constant prank calling has made Alcina miss a couple of important calls from Mother Miranda and made Donna completely take apart her phone line. Moreau on the other hand is so gullible, that he believe everything Karl says during his prank calls:

Moreau, innocently answer his phone: Hello?

Heisenberg, snickering: hey, is your refrigerator running?

Moreau: um..I think so-

Heisenberg: then you better go catch it!

Moreau, on the verge of tears: No! Ny fridge!!

Karl gets very bored easily. So bored in fact that he goes and explores the village and surrounding forest. During one of these explorations, he stumbled upon Miranda's lab. This caused him to find documents on him and the other lords. After reading them, it gave him a better reason to build up his army and take down Mother Miranda once and for all.

This man definitely has his own personal lycan that he treats like a dog. He has a comfy bed and treats for this thing. Karl knows that the lycan was once a human, but he doesn't give a damn. So what it use to be a person! It looks like a dog now and dammit he wants a dog.