#and she has blue hair‼

[bitchkay]

I watched every single webisode of monster high literally ever(I haven't gotten around to binge watching the movies yet) and yall the urge to cosplay one of them is strong in me

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⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞‼ - Ch.8 - 9】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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The sound of laughter bounced off of the bedroom walls. The morning sun poured into the room, Dust motes danced in the weak light filtering through the grime-coated windows, draped with heavy, dusty blue curtains that hung like mournful veils.

The walls, once perhaps a crisp white, were now marred by crumbling plaster, revealing patches of the aged wood beneath. Large, cobweb-laden cracks spiderwebbed across the ceiling, hinting at the history and life of neglect.

A body laid upon a four-poster bed, its dark wood polished to a dull sheen, sat in the corner. It's white linens crisp against the room's otherwise drab palette, but a stark contrast to the generally dilapidated state of the room. A bump laying under the blankets of the bed that shifted due to movement.

A tired groan came from [Names] lips eyes opening slightly, her hand rubbing her eyes tiredly. Scowling towards the light that peaked from the windows of ramshackle. Her vision blurry and teary eyed as she let out a yawn.

Her attention diverted to above her being greeted by two floating marshmallows that called themselves ghosts.

"Hee hee hee... Aren't the you supposed to be off to clean statues then to your classes?" The h/cnette stared tiredly at the ghost from the dusty mattress she laid upon.

Grims tiny body moved around, grumbling throwing his paws into the air bapping [Name] is cheek drooling "Mmmmm... Nngh... Five more minutes, Ma..." The third missing trio of the ghosts peaked through the wall giggling waving its fingers towards the two who rested in the rickety room.

"Go ahead, sleep the day away. And you might not eeever hafta wake up again." The plump ghost flew over grinning "Just like us! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!" Grim slowly opened his eyes and staring at the hovering phantoms grinning down towards the duo.

Silence filled the room before Grim screeched out in shock "Myah?! Ghosts?! Hey, [Name]! up and at 'em!" the girl looked down towards the cat. Grim wiggled around screeching causing the girl to just sit up and hold Grim up properly who was clinging to her pajama clothes.

The skinny ghost floated over towards the h/cnette with highlights, quietly combing it's fingers through her hair grinning towards her "So I hear you'll be living here from now on? Hope you like pranks as much as we do! Hya ha ha!" Grim pointed his paw towards the group of ghosts waving it frantically "We gotta get rid of those things for good!" [Name] couldn't help but let out a huff sitting up on her bed waving off the dusty blanket.

The sound of screeching hinges were heard throughout the room. [Names] eyes snapped over towards the oak door the s/c girl quickly raising her hand in alert. A magenta mist starting to form before she blinked noticing the familiar figure standing in the entrance of the doorway.

A familiar Crow beaked mask stared down to her with a golden swirl of eyes beaming showing Crowley is imposing figure gripping the gold door knob with a black covered gloved hand, smiling towards the h/cnette who flinched at the random appearance of the male the mist that wrapped around her fingers, curling around the pillow before hurling it over to Crowley.

Crowley blinked with confusion seeing the pillow come closer hitting his face before dropping onto the hardwood floor. Crowley couldn't help but fix his mask with one hand and cough up one feather before inviting himself into the room. "Good morning, My Raven! Did you sleep well?" he beamed smacking Grim with the end of his staff nudging the grey cat off of the girl is body without hesitation.

Grim couldn't help but hiss in annoyance towards the adult male "Not at all! When I sprawled out on the bed, the mattress fell right through the frame! Exactly how ramshackle IS this dorm? And worse yet, we got woken up by ghosts!" [Name] looked at Crowley tiredly before eyes widening when realizing Crowley was staring down at her as if he was trying to unveil every layer of her skin causing her to mutter quietly while staring at Grim "I felt bad" the Crow couldn't help but let out a melancholy hum thinking to himself.

The talon on his glove tapped against his cheek grinning towards the girl un-phased "Well, it's understandable you'd be anxious after being pulled into such an unfamiliar place but the world can be cruel sometimes. So suck it up and move on!" [Names] eyes twitched slightly glaring at Crowley for his comment as he waved off [Name] is reaction when she tried to speak up once more.

"Plus I can't exactly have you leave but at the same time want you to! You're just much to important and a bit too much of a hassle to deal with. Speaking of hassle I would need to discuss about your uniform with Professor Crewel" Crowley continued to smile ignoring the girl whose eye twitched at the birds comment.

"Now, speaking of moving on, let us discuss your assignment an excuse for today before you join classes... but I cannot say the same for that thing" A gloved finger pointed towards Grim who smacked Crowleys hand away with his paw.

Crowley continued what he left off before turning to [Name] with a serious look. "And Ms Queen... I hope that you'll keep an eye on that. I don't want another incident like yesterday to happen again... even if we haven't discussed why it must stay."

Her body stiffened for a slightly moment before she nodded her head "I'll do my best."  Crowley nodded, "Don't fail me. You can have your lunch in the cafeteria after fixing the statues and attending classes though I must admit we would need to converse on other topics as well in the nearby future. I eagerly await the fruits of your labor." Crowley finished before getting up and slamming the door shut grinning.

After he left Grim puffed out his cheeks tail lashing onto the dirtied mattress, "Hmp! I ain't cleanin' anythin'! I came in here to study magic! Not clean someone else's gunk! I want to be like "WHAM!" "POW!" "WHOOSH!" y'know?" For a moment [Name] froze.

Her eyes staring down at the cat who was doing small poses that caused her hands to dig onto the bedsheets below. Her thoughts swirling with a vivid memory playing "You aren't cleaning. You're staying here" she said climbing out of her bed and summoning a cozy purple robe with black lace trim on the sleeves. Putting it over her bat pattern pajama top.

"Meh-?! BUT WHY?!" Grim exclaimed following the girl around the room as she stared down at him "because I need someone to protect our dorm! Your a great mage right?" She bent down to his height patting the fur in between Grims ear.

Her mind flickering to the thought of the little piglet who wanted to be like her. Well more like the next evil queen until the end of the day where the pig got into balloons but that was a thought she waved off.

Grim couldn't help but boast about the fact she stated he needed to protect ramshackle. The Cat couldn't help but smugly grin his paws crossing over against his chest "Myah! Of course! The great Grim will protect the house! Henchwoman! Bring me back some tuna for my hard efforts!" Grim stomped his hind leg down causing [Name] to giggle but nod her head as she headed off to the bathroom.

She headed off over to the bathroom closing the wooden door behind her. Walking over towards the sink, her hand reached to turn the faucet and pausing when seeing nothing come out of the tap causing her to take note that she would have to beg Crowley to start the water, and boiler before they could start doing actual proper renovations within the dorm.

Lifting her head, she found herself face to face with the dirtied mirror. Her eyes flickered away almost instantly ignoring it as if it wasn't there, turning her back to the reflection before stepping out of the bathroom to start her day.

Though sadly enough after trying to persuade Grim to stay back she sadly failed due to the cats whining so here she was walking down the stone path with the fluffy grey cat following beside her.

The stone path stretched ahead, lined with towering statues on either side, each standing proudly on a carved pedestal. Black lamp posts stood tall between them, casting long shadows over the neatly arranged tiles.

Lush green trees framed the walkway, their leaves swaying gently in the breeze. In the distance, past the statues, a grand castle loomed with its towering spires reaching toward the sky. Closer by, another elegant building stood, its arched windows and pointed rooftops giving it a regal presence.

The whole place felt ancient yet well-preserved, like a path walked by countless generations of nobles, scholars, and heroes a place that reminded [Name] to much of Ever after high.

She couldn't help but smile "Wow, so this is Main Street, huh?" she beamed when seeing the familiar faces of her friends is parents, yet the way her smiled dropped when staring at a statue of a woman holding a red apple. A face that she couldn't bear to look at even after everything and trying to restore what was left.

[Name] couldn't help but look away back to the other statues her eyes focusing mostly on a statue that reminded her too much of a friend. The sense of familiarity continued to grow in het chest.

Grim looked around blinking "I didn't get to see it much yesterday. What's the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary!" Grim stopped in front of a stone statue of a lady curtsying holding a small staff in her hand "Like, this lady here looks like she's got some reeeal anger management issues."

A small noise came from [Name] "yeah cause you were chasing me and that may be true but yeah she does have slight anger issues" Grim turned her head towards the girl with highlights with confusion "You know her?" he mumbled as [Name] whispered back "A very personal level of knowing her but mostly her daughter" she winked towards the cat who blinked at her with slightly sparkly eyes.

[Name] looked back to the statue her hand touching the small curves staring at it with interest of its carved appearance "Lizzie would of enjoyed seeing this" she couldn't help but sigh and raised her hands "Guess I'll start cleaning this one first. Grim don't do anything" she scolded the cat who looked away crossing his paws.

[Name] glanced back over to the statue "Hm this dress and crown... Lizzie told me about this before didn't she?" [Name] mumbled to herself eyes focused eyeing the statue "Does that mean she was known here too?" she mumbled shifting her head "She a known celebrity or something?" She spoke out loud wondering before hearing a voice call out from behind her.

"Is that some kind of Joke? You don't know the Queen of Hearts?" She turned her head over to face a boy who was wearing a uniform that consisted of a dark grey jacket and pants, a white shirt and a rose red vest with a ribbon tied around the left arm in a red color with a black stripe in the middle with a heart emblem on it.

The male who called out to her had fluffy, orange hair that flips up at the ends, and average-length bangs that fall around his face and between his eyes. His eyes were a bright scarlet in color, and over his left eye is a red marking shaped like a heart.

For a moment she turned her head and back over to the statue reminding herself of the moment when the short red head she met at the orientation shouted about the queen of hearts. Telling her off about the queen of hearts as if she didn't know who she was but she couldn't help question if she was also an important figure in Night Raven "Does she rule here?" [Name] looked back towards the red head who gave a slight shrug but a nod at the same time causing her to just stare confused.

"She was a queen who lived in a mazelike garden of roses long, long ago." [Name] crossed her arms focusing on the red head is explanation "She was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step. She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was-" [Name] was quick to interrupt him.

"Off with there head." The heart male blinked staring at her "I mean wonderland ain't that bad though, Maddie says she still has lots of respect for the queen like everybody else, and plus Lizzie loves her mother. Nobody's really does get on her bad side after a while unless it's with something else" She chuckled at the thought of her friend.

[Name] blinked turning to the two who were staring at her. The red head spoke "Wonderland...?" he raised a brow to the girl as [Name] awkwardly spoke "Yeah wonderland? The Queen of Hearts? Cheshire Cat? Mad Hatter? The March hare? Door mouse that hides in the tea pot..? The white rabbit? do you not know...? I mean I thought you had proper knowledge of it since you were talking about it" She said confused while the boy scoffed looking away and back.

Rolling his eyes and spoke up once more "I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?" Grim nodded his head thinking "Yeah, true. A leader needs to be strong. But puttin' that aside... Who are you?" [Name] nodded her head turning to the male "Are you a student here too?" The male nodded his head grinning making a heart with his hand and winking towards her "Name's Ace Trappola. I'm a first year student here, as of today! Pleased to meetcha!" Ace grinned towards [Name] arms dropping as he tilted his head.

Grim stepped forward grinning smugly his paws on his hips "I'm Grim! I'm a prodigy whos plannin' to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived." he then moved to the side and pointed to the h/c girl who waved "This is my henchwoman!"

[Name] returned the smile with the same fondness "[Name] Queen, How are you?" Ace blinked at her "That's a weird sounding name" She couldn't help but stare baffled "Is my name hard to pronounce in this world? I think it's quite easy... You can call me something easier if you'd like" "N/N it is then!" Ace grinned

"Hey... Your that chick who was acting up at the ceremony right?" [Name] looked away "It wasn't exactly me but you could say that it was a total fairy fail due to a slight issue" a small noise of protest came from Grim.

Ace perked up grinning smugly "I Knew it!" he laughed nudging the girl who side eyed him "The mirror picking a girl! especially one who shouldn't even be here with what? Oh yeah "large sums of magic?" Please I was trying so hard not to laugh" Ace grinned.

[Name] smiled staring at Ace trying to bite back an insult, Grim moved onto the next statue that he pointed at. His pitch forked tail swaying "So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scare in the eye a famous ruler too?" Ace smiled stepping forward following Grim "Of course!" The H/c girl couldn't help but grit her teeth together slightly as Ace quickly went off to talk about the statue.

The three were now standing in front of the lion statue crafted with steady hands touched and carved with beauty.

Ace continued on giving explanations towards the duo mostly focused on Grim "That's the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna. But he wasn't born into the throne - he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes-" [Name] glanced over to Ace with confusion.

"That's not how the fairytale goes, but I know Lionel would of enjoyed this instead of what happens to him" Ace blinked at the girl and spoke "When he became king, he decreed that the hyenas would be pariahs no more, and should live among his subjects as equals." Grim smiled "Sounds like a great guy! Not everyone's able to look past social status like that." She stared down at Grim who was already eyeing the octopus woman a lady [Name] was familiar with.

Grim paused and pulled down [Name] is pant leg causing her to bend down to the cats hat as Ace went to talk about the next statue "Hey.. Henchwoman who's lionel? is she like your lizzie friend" "oh yes but its actually a guy and he is infant a friend of sorts. If you want I can tell you all about them later?" Grim nodded his head as the duo listened to Ace.

Grim turned to Ace "Who's the lady with the octopus legs?" Ace smiled gesturing to the stone statue for the moment. "The Sea Witch who lived in an underwater grotto. She basically devoted her life to helping troubled merfolk If they were willing to pay the price, she'd help them change their appearance, find love, whatever!"

Ace placed a hand on his hip "They say she was so good, there was no wish she couldn't grant. They also say the price was a tad steep, though. But she was granting wishes! Of course it was!"  Y/n blinked at Ace who smirked at the h/cnette who stared back at him.

Ace eyes flickered between [Name] and Grim trying to stare at the girl longer slightly scooching closer "You know... I can tell you more bout this stuff if you ever want to talk longer so I can explain it better for you" Ace smirked arms crossed as [Name] mentally and physically winced at Ace is comic on mansplaining about the people she already knew.

Turning his attention to Grim who exclaimed happily his tail swishing "Myaha! So you're sayin' that once I'm a great mage, gettin' rich off folks will be a total cinch?!"

[Name] stared at the statue mumbling to herself "God the memories I have of Ursula... Coral though isn't as bad but sheesh didn't think I'd see so many familiar faces." She paused and turned to Ace "Hey Ace" Ace instantly turned his attention from Grim to [Name] raising a brow "Question with this... does it ever mention that they had children?"

The red head pursed his lips "Uhm No...?" her face shifted slightly as she kept her though to herself ignoring Ace is stare.

Grim perked up pawing the next statue "Oh, oh! Do the dude with the big hat next!" he said to Ace who shrugged "That's the Sorcerer of the Sands He was an advisor to a total dolt of a sultan. He was a smart guy. Really capable sort. He exposed this swindler once - some guy pretending to be a prince in order to trick the princess! After that, he got this magic lamp and became the greatest sorcerer in the world."

[Name] blinked "Hey that kinda looks like Jafaeline is dad" she muttere. Ace stared at the girl with sheer confusion "Okay whats up with these weird names" "I'm just talking to myself" she muttered shrugging as the girl tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear "Then, they say... he used that power to become sultan himself!" Grim eyes sparkled "Wow! Guess it's true that a mage needs to be an excellent judge of character, huh- And what about this beauty over here?" Grim couldn't help but walk over to a stone statue of a gorgeous woman that [Name] stared at with furrowed brows, She couldn't quite mask the simmering fury and slight annoyance in her eyes.

Ace glanced to the statue and smiled raising a hand "She's a queen who was said to be the fairest in all the land. In fact, she used her magic mirror to check how she ranked on a daily basis! When it looked like her position was threatened, they say she'd do whatever it took to keep it." for a moment Ace watched [Names] expression blinking for a moment taking in her features.

"You know N/N... you kind of look like her" Ace turned back to the statue and towards the girl who scowled. Grim himself looked at the statue and back to the h/cnette before beaming pointing a paw "Oh yeah! look I can see it! meheheh! hey henchwoman you should be the next queen like her she got her priorities right!" Grim beamed smirking.

Ace turned his head back to the statue yet Grim noticed the intensity of [names] gaze was palpable, a storm brewing behind those dark, expressive eyes. Her perfectly sculpted lips were pressed into a thin line, the color a deep, angry red that mirrored the simmering anger within.

Her body was tense, a coiled spring ready to unleash the tempest within her arms crossed fingers curling slightly around her skin every line of her face every twitch of her perfectly arched eyebrow screamed frustration, a silent scream only the screen could witness. The tips of her hair sparking a purple flame slightly fists balling up for a slight moment.

"Can you even imagine the level of dedication it would require to keep a record like that? Also, they say she was a master of making poisons!" Grim shivered at the thought "Geez. She's pretty, but that sounds kinda scary." Ace is scarlet eyes stared down to Grim snickering "You think so? I gotta respect the hustle!" Grim nodded shakily "F-for sure... Sounds like she fought hard for what she believed in, and never gave up!"

A scoff came from her lips "Oh yeah she does whatever it takes alright like poisoning and trying to get the huntsman to kill snow white or maybe when she tries to take over kingdoms" Ace stared at her blinking open mouthed with wide eyes "Uhm- so..." Ace looked away awkwardly at the shifting tense atmosphere as the leaves of the trees swayed within the breeze.

Grim continued to bombard Ace with questions "And the one there, with the flaming head? Now THAT guy looks scary!" Grim beamed as Ace snapped his fingers smiling "That's the King of the underworld! Single-handedly ruling a kingdom packed with rambunctious spirits - that takes competence!"

She softened her gaze at the statue her thoughts lingering slightly to Zagreus a close friend of hers. Her eyes shined glancing around the statues now figuring out that most of the statues were ones of her closest friends is parents.

Her attention was attentive towards the statues that stood before them. "He may look scary, but he was a straight shooter who worked tirelessly at a tough job he never even asked for. I mean, this is the guy who was ordering Cerberus, the Hydra, and the Titans into battle for him." Grim nodded his head "Hmm. That IS something. T'think he could have that much power and not let it go to his head! And that last one there, with the horns?"

[Name] stared off into the distance to herself before focusing on the next statue her thoughts clicking when seeing a somewhat familiar face of a dark fairy/fae who enjoyed cheerhexing.

"That's the Thorn Fairy who lived on a mythical mountain. She was noble and elegant, and a master of magic and curses - even by the standards of these seven! She commanded storms, covered the kingdom with thorns" [Names] lips pursed staring at the statue "She could use magic on a massive scale! She could even turn herself into a giant dragon."

"Oooh. a dragon! What all monsters yearn to be!" Ace nodded "Pretty cool, huh?" Ace stared down at Grim his demeanor changing a kind smile on his face shifted quickly to one filled with absolutely menace and laced with mockery "Not like some piddling weasel."

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Dictionary !! Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Ramshackle: Ramshackle Dorm was once abandoned and haunted by ghosts until Crowley moves the protagonist and Grim in. Unlike the other dorms which can only be accessed through the mirror chamber, Ramshackle Dorm is located within the school's grounds, near the main building.

Headmaster Crowley: The headmage of Night Raven College. Likes to constantly remind others how kind he is. He grants the MC student status and appoints them prefect of Ramshackle Dorm after they wind up stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

The Great Seven: There are seven influental figures in the world, called The Great Seven whose deeds are told through many legends

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and  are both  freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Fairy Fail: Another phrase that means epic fail

Spelltacular: A phrase that is another for Spectacular a word of enthusiasm

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Hearts: She is a 2013-introduced and all-around character. She is part of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", as the next Queen of Hearts and she is a student at Ever After High. In the destiny conflict, she is on the side because of years of family dedication, practice, and belief of destiny in general. Per their escape to , all the escaped Wonderlandians transferred from Wonderland High to Ever After High.

Lionel Lion: NOT A CANNON EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTER!! He is the son of  Scar. He is a new student at Ever after high and it is unknown where he stands in the destiny conflict. he is royalty and acts the part, but he does not like his future and is convinced that means no one will like him. He does not want to kill his sister either but does want to be king one day. Most of his mentions ever would be more like he is an OC but I will base him off of the real fairytale and other versions along with the disney one mostly.

Coral Witch: She is the daughter of the sea witch in Ever after high. Coral is a 2013-introduced and book-only character. She is part of The Little Mermaid as the next Sea Witch. It is unknown where she stands in the destiny conflict, but she appears to have Rebel sympathies. Other then that there is nothing else that gives off her character except for that she is apart of meeshell mermaids story.

Jafaeline Snake: NOT A CANNON EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTER!! so most of her mentions ever would be more like she is an OC but I will base her off of the real fairytale and other versions along with the disney one! Anyways! Jafaeline Snake is the daughter of the great Sorcerer aka Jafar. In the destiny conflict, she is on neither side of rebels nor royals as she enjoys the chance of just going with whatever and belief of destiny in general.

[Name] Queen: YOU!!! Yeah no that statue and Ace is comment? what comment? him pointing out how you look annoyed at the statue? was he seeing things? You have no idea what he was on about at all they all shouldn't know either

Zagreus Persades: NOT A CANNON EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTER!! He is part of "Hero Heracles", as the next king of  the underworld and he is a student at Ever After High. His fate is to be a jealous and vengeful God of the Underworld who plots to overthrow his brother by using a prophecy to prevent the rise of 'Herculine' Hercules is daughter yet he doesn't exactly want to do that as he only wants to sit down rest with his dog and his girlfriend Penelope Spring  a daughter of one of 'The Three Spinning Women' Herman In the destiny conflict, he is on the side of the rebels because of years of family dedication, practice, and belief of destiny in general made him despise taking the life of another for his own benefit.

Faybelle Thorn: She is part of The Sleeping Beauty as the next Dark Fairy, and she is a student at Ever After High. In the destiny conflict, she is on the Royal side out of family honor. Even as a child, Faybelle has always loved cheerhexing. However her mother constantly warns her that if cheerhexing happens to overtake her destiny, she will put a stop to it. Faybelle is not prepared for such and loves both her destiny and cheerhexing a fair amount. Her story is known as both Sleeping Beauty and, according to the Ever After High website, The Sleeping Beauty. She is the daughter of the Dark Fairy, and is a dark fairy herself.

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˗ˏˋ ★ ― ALANIS B. ‼

prior info: all my twst OCs are fem, so automatically in my mind they're set in an AU where some/all schools in Twisted Wonderland are mixed gender! ALSO.. i made Alanis super early into my time in the twst fandom, which is when I hadn't caught on or knew Silver was pretty much based off of Aurora/Sleeping Beauty.. so that is my bad. unfortunately I am way too attached to this twst OC of mine :( srry tw: death of a parent, implied neglect from a parent, [lmk if more!] Fandom : Twisted Wonderland (2020)

Name : Alanis Briar Age : 18+ Pronouns : she/her Unique Magic/Signature Spell : ⊹ ‘With a Prick of Your Finger’ - puts the person to sleep for an unknown amount of time set by Alanis. Gender : female Sexuality : straight Birthday : 03/14 (pisces) Nicknames : Princess Briar, Sleepy, Other : ⊹ goes by Sl33pyB3au7y online

Height : 165.10 cm (5'5 ft) Species : dragon fae, magic user Hair Color : blonde Eye Color : light blue Unique Attributes : ⊹ has white horns, often uses a spell to make them invisible

Enneagram : 5w4 MBTI : intp Strengths : ⊹ dedication ⊹ creativity ⊹ managing her tasks ⊹ public speaking ⊹ organization

Flaws : ⊹ awkward ⊹ easily spooked ⊹ procrastination ⊹ sarcastic ⊹ clumsy

Likes : ⊹ multiplayer games ⊹ quiet & comfortable atmospheres ⊹ the color pink ⊹ napping ⊹ extended family (the Draconia side)

Dislikes : ⊹ royalty duty related classes ⊹ dramatically loud noises ⊹ her step-mother ⊹ having to play support ⊹ having zero personal time to 'recharge'

Skills : ⊹ magic ⊹ computer games ⊹ problem solving ⊹ communication ⊹ easily accommodating to others

Fears/Weaknesses : ⊹ saying 'no' to certain people (w) ⊹ impatient (w) ⊹ impulsive with personal earnings (w) ⊹ disappointing Lila or Malleus (f) ⊹ getting sick (f)

Family : ⊹ Unnamed Father ⊹ Unnamed Biological Mother † ⊹ Unnamed Step-Mother ⊹ Unnamed Step-Brother ⊹ Aurora (Dog) ⊹ Maleficia Draconia (Grandmother) ⊹ Maleanor Draconia (Aunt) ⊹ Raverne Draconia (Uncle) ⊹ Malleus Draconia (Cousin)

Friends : ⊹ Lilia Vanrouge ⊹ Silver ⊹ Neigh ⊹ Che'nya (Best Friend) ⊹ Nekura Samurai

[Possible] Partners : ⊹ Idia Shroud ⊹ Leona Kingscholar

Occupation : Student at Royal Sword Academy Story : It would be the early part of the year, and since Malleus was still young- Lila needed some help raising him. Despite being close to her due date, Malleus' aunt and uncle came to visit to assist with the chaos of raising a young child. During this visit, Malleus' aunt would go into labor. Since she was human, the poor woman would have to give birth as humans normally did!

After hours of labor, a beautiful baby girl was born. And after having some time with the little one, Malleus' uncle and his wife decided to name the sweet girl Alanis. The following day, Lila and Malleus took a visit to the room and Malleus would be the first person to hold Alanis outside of her parents and staff. Since then, there was a natural connection between the two. Malleus felt protective of her, was it because she would be a sister-like figure to him? Or was it because she was family? Malleus wouldn't ever understand it.

Eventually, Lila got a hand of taking care of and tending to a young Malleus, so Alanis' father, her mother, and newborn Alanis all took their leave for their home. For the next five years, Alanis would join her father or mother on visits to Malleus. It became more fun when Lila had taken in a baby shortly after Alanis' birth, so Alanis had someone to play with when they visited and Malleus was too busy to play. Right before Alanis' sixth birthday, the visits to her cousin stopped.

Alanis could never pin-point why for the longest time, but shortly after the celebration for Alanis' sixth birthday had ended, Alanis' mother had become bedridden. Alanis spent the next few months between school work and spending it beside her mother's bedside. Alanis talked about her days, sometimes would show off her art work, all in hopes her mother would get better. Unfortunately, this would not happen and six months later, Alanis' mother would pass away in her sleep.

Alanis, rightfully so, became depressed. She didn't understand she was though, all she knew is that she had a very heavy feeling on her heart. Luckily, Lila was there to talk- offering his hand to listen to the young girl at the funeral, telling her the door was always open to come visit.

A year later, seemingly on the dot, Alanis' father would marry once more. Alanis was seven by now, but even she could tell it was odd timing. She only heard of the woman her father married months before he announced the engagement. Alanis had mixed feelings on the woman, especially when she brought in her son from her past relationship. She remembered the woman told her to call her 'mom' the second they met at the wedding, since then Alanis had a stomach churning feeling whenever she saw her or her new step-brother.

It would be around this time that she would come into connection with her aunts. They were distant, but often offered support. They started to buy school uniforms for Alanis, told her to send them her wish lists every holiday, slowly they started to become the only ones who even sent gifts to her on her birthdays. Birthdays started to become less big, more minuscule, and never spent at Alanis' home. Instead, Alanis would spend her birthdays with Lila, Malleus, and Silver. No complaints from her father, step-mother, or step-brother

Around her tenth birthday, Alanis had discovered the world of gaming. She had heard about it from other kids at her school she was attending, added a simple Gameboy to her wish list, and one of her aunts had sent it her way randomly. Through this, she learned she absolutely loved to game! It would be Lila that showed Alanis the world of online gaming, helping get different accounts set up on a computer and such.

It would be nearly four years later that Alanis started to yearn for more, she wanted a pet. After dropping heavy hints at her father, he would give in and buy a puppy for Alanis to tend and take care of. The puppy would be a female Golden Retriever, which Alanis joyfully named Aurora. Around this time, Alanis started taking trips with Aurora to see Malleus, Lila, and Silver more often. She'd visit a few times a month. It was the only way Alanis could feel an ounce of family time.

When it was time for Alanis to further her education, she couldn't rely on her father for help so Lila happily offered his hand in assistance. Sure, he was a goofy man- but doesn't mean he can't serious up when need be! Lila helped Alanis put in her applications for all types of colleges, even was there when she got accepted to Royal Sword Academy.

Luckily, Alanis' neighbors were sweet enough to take up tending to Aurora while Alanis attended school. Alanis was thankful for this, fearing what her father and step-mother would do if she had to leave her baby in the care of those two. It would be during her first year of school that she discovered the Transfer Committee! She enjoyed the thought of helping a student make the transfer process more friendly looking, so she decided to join.

First years could only do paperwork, but by her second year she was able to actually be there and assist! She helps with students moving to and into schools, helping them understand paperwork and the process, and even sometimes helps them physically move schools. The transfer process isn't something that happens often, maybe once every two semesters, but she's always willing to help.

In her third year of school, Lila introduces Alanis to 'Nekura Samurai'. The three often play games together as a trio, but that is about it. Alanis always reminds Nekura Samurai that she's there to listen if he needs anything, creating a nice bond between the two that Alanis believes will remain strictly online.

Other Facts : ⊹ Alanis' father is the half-brother of Maleanor Draconia, only sharing a father, which explains why he has a different last name passed down to his daughter. ⊹ Does her best not to alert Lilia or Malleus when she needs to visit Night Raven College for transfer committee reasons. ⊹ Jokingly plans on how to sneak Aurora on to campus with Che'nya (he's 100% serious about it tho). ⊹ Only uncovers her horns when it's for an important school event, a serious event, or is returning to Briar Valley for break.

Links : ⊹ Pinterest Board - link ⊹ Spotify Playlist - link

all dividers in this post were made by @saradika-graphics .

credit for characters mentioned & used within Alanis' information post is to be given to Aniplex and Walt Disney Japan, with some help from Yana Toboso for the creation of Twisted Wonderland. Alanis, her father, mother, step-family, and her dog Aurora are all original creation by me.

[kusanalogy]

Sing for me?

Characters: ganyu and xiao x immortal!reader but it isnt that emphasized

a/n: for the sweet and spice event hosted by @bluexiao and @anantaru! First time participating in an event officially, was pretty fun tbh.

Word count: 900+ (IM SORRY XIAOOO I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO MAKE IT LONGER SO HIS ISNT AS MUCH AS GANYUS 😭)

Warnings: reader has longer hair on ganyus, because she braids it. Lmk if i missed anything! I'll edit it

Main event post, scroll down for the m.list (support the rest of the creators!! just a reminder that theres a nsfw mlist so minors like me yeah stay away if they havent warned you enough 🥰)

Ganyu

ganyu who'd lay on your lap after a lengthy day, wanting your familiar comfort before heading off to rest.

You both watched the birds fly from the mountains, off to who knows where. While ganyu observed one take off, she noticed 2 rare glaze lillies right where the bird was.

"y/n.. Look at those glaze lillies!" Ganyu points out

You look to where she was pointing to "Oh wow! Thats rare in these areas. Cmon, lets take a look."

Ganyu follows your steps to the ancient flower. Once she sat by it, the half-qilin hummed a tune to it. Glaze lillies are known to read human- or immortals hearts. If the atmosphere is happy, the sound of music is lively, the glaze lily will open. If they aren't, and the surrondings are full of negative thoughts, the flower will wither away. It can listen to peoples singing aswell! Which is why ganyu wanted to experiment with it

Her voice was a gentle tone, a tone that calmed your senses. You closed your eyes to focus, and opened them again once she had stopped.

Ganyu touched a petal of the glaze lily, inspecting it to see if there was any effect. "Im not the best at singing, b-but i'd like to know what you thought!"

"It was great ganyu," You put your hand on hers and smiled "Your singing voice is notably clear."

Her cheeks went red after hearing such compliment "Thank you.. Ah! Look at the glaze lily on the left."

Your attention transfered to that flower, and because it listened to ganyu's sining, it bloomed.

"These flowers never fail to amaze me. I've heard that the geo archon is fond of this flower too. Dont you agree?" You say to- wait.

No reply?

"Ganyu?" You turn your head to the blue-haired adeptus behind you, and you didnt notice that she was starting to braid your hair

"Hold on y/n. I got an idea. Stay still while i braid your hair, if you'd let me." She says as she slightly combs your hair with her hands, to make it easier to braid.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

"...anddd finished!" She ties the end of the braid "I dont have a mirror with me right now, but theres a clear pond nearby?"

You walk to the pond and look at your braided hair in multiple angles, and back to ganyu

"You're doing so well today ganyu! If i could keep this on until tomorrow i would. But then it would get messy.."

She didnt come up with a proper reply, but instead nodded. Not long after, she picks herself up and slightly shakes your hand, like a signal to get up. So you proceed and go back to the two glaze lilies.

She places her hand on your cheek, picks up the same left glaze lily that bloomed from its stem and puts it on your braid.

"Perfect! But... I have one more request." Ganyu shyly states, then continues

"Sing for me? Could you make the other glaze lily bloom?"

"As you wish."

Xiao

no, reader isnt venti 😇‼ I hope it isnt too similar to xiao and ventis connection bc i swear it wasnt meant to be like it

xiao who'd watch you from afar, not wanting to disturb you. Listening to your quiet hums as you rest by a tree. You both havent seen eachother in awhile, So he was cautious for no reason.

Oh, your body looked so delicate. Your hair reflecting the rays of sunlight that went through the leaves of the said tree, the gentle movements of your hands.. and your lips. Those precious lips. All he wanted to do was to put them right on his.

He comes closer, I mean, its you anyways.

He remembered a time where the both of you used to talk to eachother a lot, and for a long time. "Them just accompanying me used to be a weekly thing.. but y/n had become a bit busy. It wouldnt hurt to approach them again?"

"Xiao. I missed you! What brings you here?" You ask, smiling. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, since you know he'd rather not chat much.

You miss him? "..Greetings, y/n."

Your bored mind thinks "Come here, i'd like to... Hold ur hand..."

"What?" Xiao thinks that something has gotten into you. You werent this direct with words before, right?

You hold your hands together and raise it to him, practically begging "Please~? For the love of rex lapis??"

"Fine."

"Yay!!" You instantly brighten up and playfully hold his hand, then placing your now intertwined hands on the grass. Putting your head on his shoulder, you hum a familiar tune to calm his senses. That gradually turns into you singing softly- with lyrics now. A song inspired by a liyuen legend, the adepti. Which included the person sitting right beside you!

Oh how he adored it. Once you start its like he wants it to never end.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

When you finished, xiao couldnt help but want more. Did he have to ask? How embarrasing... well

"...Sing for me." He whispered, barely audible.

But you felt him shift places "Come again? I couldnt hear properly"

"Sing for me?" He said a bit louder, but could still be considered a whisper to a normal person

"Moreeee?"

"..."

Oh- he doesnt wanna. Better try to change it then? "why am i not as comfortable with him like before? Was it because of the time i was away?" your thoughts were so messy...

"...If you dont want thats alright! I'll sing anyways"

How could you be so understanding? Its almost like you can read right through his mind.

How does love do that? you both think about that everyday.. theres not really a "real answer" to that, right?

"No no," Xiao clears his throat "Sing for me?"

[mhysa-leesi]

𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝒹

Pairing: Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes 𝒳 (femme) Omega!Reader 🐺. 

Summary: “To keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented Omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious Alpha in the woods.” 

Word Count: 3,514

TW‼: Non-Con, Dub-Con, Smut, Hunting/Stalking, A/B/O Themes, Forced Bonding, Loss of Virginity, Strong Language, and Mentions of Blood and Human Sacrifice. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼ 

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption--you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION. 

A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry. 

You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground. 

“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind. 

You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself. 

She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked. 

You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.” 

Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses. 

You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf. 

Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried. 

You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”

Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.” 

“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.” 

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You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed--the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed. 

“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair. 

You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching. 

Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms. 

“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.” 

Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun. 

Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story. 

The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket. 

You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off. 

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Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent. 

When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you. 

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You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety. 

Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”. 

Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to. 

You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more. 

You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods--you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life. 

You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above. 

“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed. 

Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside. 

The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty. 

You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you'd find. 

But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole. 

Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent. 

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear. 

Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door--to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught. 

You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.

He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted--needed. 

You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting. 

Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you. 

Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer. 

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha… 

He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive--his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his. 

You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body. 

He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”

“(Y/N),” you rasped. 

“Bucky,” 

As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes. 

“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.” 

“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,” 

Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?” 

He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile. 

[vortahoney]

haii!!! i hope ur still doing da OC ting, i took a sec 2 draw her 4 u :DD

[ID: a digital drawing of maximus on a neon green background. they are a lanky person with slightly tan skin, and short and messy dark brown hair. they have contacts that make them look like they have horizontal pupils, and she has Xs for eye brows. he has many piercings including glow in the dark gauges, a horseshoe septum, a stud on their left nostril, a right eyebrow piercing, and a smiley.

she is facing and looking at the viewer, while open mouth smiling, as if he were speaking; she has a dimple on her left cheek. theyre also holding a peace sign with her left hand, and holding a skateboard with his right; their nails are painted black. she is wearing a black turtleneck under a black and white checkered T-shirt. over that, she has a light green cami with arrows pointing to eyes on the chest, and text under saying "my eyes are down here". he also has a black skirt over jeans, a lavendar fingerless glove, and lavendar sunglasses. behind her is a blue circle. end ID]

dis iz my OC maxine/maximus (maxie 4 short!), who uses she/they/he pronouns :] she worx at a local gas station he grew up going 2, and they skate!!! she used to only do it to get place to place, but at 14 she got really into recreationally skating, with learning tricks and all dat!! hes 17 now :D

maximus basically lives out of da gas station they work at, only leaving to go to school, da skate park, and 2 sleep. her favorite food iz breakfast burritos and her favorite colors green!!!

shes really down to earth, and loves joking around, but has a strong sense of responsibilty and maturity. he easily gets along with others, but doesnt open up easily -- theyre da kind of person who knows everyone, but if people stop 2 tink abt it, dey don rlly know her all dat well :O

if u need ne more info, let me know at @miskatonicsreanimator !!! im excited 2 see who u come up w >:DDD 💚💚💚‼‼ TYSM <333

Okay, first: I’m ALWAYS doing the oc thing so thanks for sending one in

So the OC I made for him is named Cristal Jefferson (she/they) and they’re a roadie for a local punk band. They’re TRYING to start their own band but it hasn’t gotten off the ground yet. They live out of their van so they’re at the gas station a lot (that’s where they met her). They’re 19 and they also love joking around! They also love doing graffiti and popping the tires on cop cars!

[star-puff]

now I’m curious,,, omg ship YOUR moots w a hq boy and explain why 😳🤪

omg bet 🤝 i must say beforehand that i am absolute TRASH with like. vibe checking people SLDFKJSDF so um please take this with a grain of salt 💔

@sa-suga - meg x kyouka no arguments SDFJLSDKF ok no so i gotta keep up the kyouka x mattsun agenda here even though i am about to,,,develop a crush on him as well BUT THAT’S IRRELEVANT ANYWAYS!! kyouka’s kinda feral and i feel like mattsun would be that supportive bf that just stands by and holds her earrings while she taekwondo kicks a bitch LMAOOO. also, he 100% supports her in her poledancing slut drop endeavors. definitely comes with her when she visits shady and abandoned parks because she has No Fear and goes running with her at like 11pm when she texts him about it bc he doesn’t want her to run into a strange homeless man again

@voxamcris - i have a lot of ppl in mind for yuki but right now i am feeling a strong yuki x kita connection in my soul. our hardworking queen, there’s definitely a strong diligent mindset in both that they would find themselves attracted to! ugh they’d be such a power couple like? i feel like they have such prominent leadership qualities, so they probably met each other while being co-leaders on a project or smth and just! admiration turned into love!!! AND THEY’RE BOTH SO THOUGHTFUL TOO so when yuki is busy doing schoolwork + organization things he probably drops by gifts or a text message to remind her to take care of herself and likewise her with him!

@miyachondria - i am feeling . bee x atsumu rn . like PLEASE she probably bullies him bc of his piss colored hair at some point in time but she Sees his passion for volleyball and she most definitely understands him, the way his mind works, the reasons for his actions, even when the entire world is against him and thinks he’s just an egotistical asshole, and atsumu loves that about her!! iirc bee plays/played volleyball as well, so they’d probably bond over their love for volleyball! also i hc that atsumu is a loser and can’t swim except for like, idk doggy paddling, so bee probably has a beach date with him and teaches him how to swim; probably forces him to wear arm floaties for the first few minutes and clowns him the entire time SDLFKDF

@w-yuren - what would a ren ship be without kageyama ✋✋ it might be all the blue in her blog but i always imagine ren x kags to be an early early foggy morning, rain just the night before so the air is slightly damp, where there’s a cup of tea in her hands and kageyama is right beside her as she leans on him for the warmth the tea cannot provide and--ahem, anyways, she probably helps him with his skincare routine and doesn’t let him skip it no matter How late he comes back home after practice SDFKLS and he’s definitely the definition of Confused But He’s Got The Spirit! also, he may be confused on his feelings regarding doughseph. should he be jealous of the attention the starter gets? he’s not quite sure, but at least he’s getting quality sourdough out of the whole ordeal 🤝🤝

@inarzki - noora!! the baddest bitch! bye suna would be so smitten with her 🙄🙄✋✋✋ join the club rinny boy ‼‼‼ we’re all in love with noora get in line ‼‼ i feel like she has the Flavor in the relationship, suna’s just along for the ride! he comes over for a basketball game only to sit on the couch as noora screams at the tv LMAOOAAO it’s ok he gets to spend time with the queen herself he should consider himself lucky ✋ but fr he’s just in love with how outspoken she is and how she doesn’t take shit from literally anyone ugh she’s so unapologetically herself and he vibes w her So Hard. also, she’s in cs?? literally an intellectual, the brains in this relationship 

@neonghxst - alright finally, the one who started this all. miss extraordinary el. OKAY LISTEN...listen . i’m thinking. this might be a stretch IDK but i’m feeling osamu for el. like miss el is a coffee extraordinaire so they probably go on coffee dates tgt and try out all the different options there are! sometimes osamu will try to create dishes to go along with the coffee so that there’s a, how do you say it, ‘perfect combination of flavors on the palate 😌’ JDFSLKDSF. i see them being SUPER supportive of each other but the silent supporting through actions type! osamu bringing her food & her favorite coffee during her accidental acing of her final exam, el leaving her apartment only for starbucks And to visit onigiri miya 

[jaeminvore]

OMG HI HEY HELLOOOO I was busy and couldn't reply earlierrrr😫🥺 how's your day going btw??? I have learnt that ice skating is not for me, I'd give the experience 2/10, and that 2 is only bc I can now write some Sunghoon ice skating fanfic bc I've actually been ice-skating 🤩 it's too cold and painful for me, just, just no💀

AND NOW BC SAMEEE Sunoo has this kind of, Look At Me, aura on stage and off stage like it's impossible to not look at or for him, he just has that natural star aura that makes you always look for him in the background on stage or when you do see him he kinda captivates you can't look awayyy like Sir there are 6 other boys here I need to give attention to???? BUT PLEASE YOU DO GIVE US THE BESTTTT, your writing seems like some of the most accurate for Sunoo like your hard work is paying off dude😫😫❤️❤️❤️ and uh,,, actually,,, I have like,,, 6,,, and a bunch of birds,,, but she's my favorite so💀 they're highkey expensive tho so my parents want to give them away like no those are my kids that I totally birthed and raised myself, wdym you wanna take them away from me🤨🤨🤨 BUT OUR DOGS ARE SERIOUSLY THE OPPOSITE LIKE, she'll look at me and give me a dirty look to make sure I'm gone like she hates me😔💔 but when I have food she's acting like Sunoo during your fic when he was doing crazy bc reader literally said anything ever nice to him😭😭😭

YES YES YES YES!! SUNOO'S EYES LITERALLY HOLD THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE OMGGGGG, they're how I picture the eyes in romance books and whatever that are easy to get lost in like frrr 🥺🥺🥺 and I literally can't wait til Enha perform on KCON again like their performances are always THAT good, they really set the standard I swearrr✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼 AND YEAH, CUE BALL OR NOT, HE'S STILL OUR CUTE SUNOO, IT'S JUST THAT,,, IF HIS EYES WON'T BE THE ONLY THINGS THAT REFLECT LIGHTZJSNSNSNSSNS

And dude how are you like???? Even alive rn???? I need,,, 10 hours,,, to function as a normal human being,,, BUT PLEASE I NEVER LIKED SPORTS TILL NOW LIKE VOLLEYBALL WAS THE ONLY BEARABLE ONE AND THAT'S ONLY BC OF HAIKYUU AND MY LOVE FOR TSUKKIDJDJDJD it's OK bc being apart of the sight - seeing Clun at a young age means you'll already know where the best views are when you're older😫 OK THAT SOUNDED REALLY WEIRD BUT IDK HOW ELSE TO PHRASE ITDNDNDNDND and LIKE??? MERMAID SUNOO CAN SINK MY SHIP ANY DAYYYY, I would be more than happy to go out to deep ocean (we'll just pretend that I can swim) just to meet him🥰 BUT SERIOUSLY, I HOPE HE HAS RED HAIR FOR AT LEAST ONE STAGEEEE, also, my top 5 would be uhhh

1) SUNA LOML PLS I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIMMM

2) Tsukkishima bc he gives me my daily sodium intake🥰

3) Am I ranking the twins in one place bc they're twins and I can, totallyyy. Atsumu and Osamu had no business being that attractive especially Atsumu with his pee coloured hair😭😭😭

4) UGHH THIS IS SO HARDDDD, I LOVE THE PRETTY SETTERS SO MUCH LIKEEEEE NO NO NOOOO I CAN'T CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM SO LIKE, *insert literally any of the pretty setters here*

5) And finally TENDOU MY SWEET MONSTER BABY I SWEAR I LOVE HIM SMMM

AND SPEAKING OF YOUR AU PROFILES I NEED TO REBLOG AND SCREAM ABOUT THAT GIMME A SECOND TO RECOVERDJDNBDNSKSKSJS SUNJAKS BESTIES THO???DJSNDNDNDJDJDJ

PLEASE!! Everyone knows the ultimate main character is Sunoo bc he literally acts so sus in every Enha mv??? Not at how no one even mentioned him getting actively stalked and chased by the "werewolves" during Drunk - Dazed??? Him drinking that weird glowing blue juice during Let Me In???? Then ofc the legendary scene in Given - Taken when he bites Jungwon and then him in that room with the Teddy bear????? I am not big brain enough to understand and contribute but even I can tell Sunoo is just super super sus and for what???? Omg your friends must have so much fun tho bc you're so unpredictable like they probably won't know what to expect and you probably make people laugh alot too bc of how unexpected your jokes are that's so cute😫😫😫

HIIII and it's okay, I was also in the middle of helping my beloved grandma sew something hihi my day has been good so far! My mom brought home some mango shakes from a food park near where we love so it was a lovely treat after working with my grandma ♥ oof I haven't tried ice skating yet (BUT I WANT TO *cries*) hope u weren't in too much pain though omgg

AND AGREED?? SUNOO JUST--you knnow when you like give him a good look it's like hard to look away cos he really demands your attention like yes sir I love u but bls,,, lemme look at the other guys or I will pass out (it also helps that he's absolutely gorgeous?? Like I ain't seen a man that pretty until he came along wtf where were yall hiding all this time huh? 🤨)

AND SIX BIRDS HELLO??? Reminds me of my guy bff who also has pet birds (and cats omg i love cats... im actually a cat person LSDHGFSDHG but i love my dog sm regardless) I admire the patience you have to raise all six of them omg AND PLEASE JFKHKDFGH ur dog is a tsundere mayhaps 🤔

LISTEN, I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH SUNOO'S EYES?? THEY'RE JUST SO PRETTY DJKGHFDKGH kinda wish that was my eye color to but alas, I was born with dark brown, bordering on black eyes </3 Can't wait to see them back on stage SDJFKHSKDGH I MISS THEM seriously, they blew me away with that Very Good performance I WANT MORE 🗣‼ SDKGJHKDFJGH Sunoo,,, our cutie cue ball who really took being a sunshine seriously LMFAOOO (bls @ the hairstylists give his hair a break after this)

AH IM PRETTY MUCH USED TO IT plus my siblings were really noisy and woke me up or I would have had a longer sleep 🙄🙄 PLEASE I don't even play Volleyball but man do I love that sport like it's so fun to watch and i'm glad the same guy bff who has pet birds is so well versed in the sport (and has long patience for me cos I do be annoying sometimes LMAO) explains stuff to me when I need it (he also introduced me to Haikyuu) AND YESSS HOPING FOR RED HAIR SUNOO TO BECOME A REALITY

AND GIRL YES TASTE AND I AGREE WITH YOU ON THE PRETTY SETTERS THEY ARE CALLED PRETTY FOR A REASON !!!!!!!

I will not get tired of saying Sunoo main character with my whole chest like pls it fits him so well GOOD FOR HIM! and the way my eye opened when i witnessed everything you just mentioned like,,, it really had me thinking so Im really excited to see what Tamed-Dashed has in store for us LKHGLHGHK SPEAKING OF THAT ALBUM PREVIEW IN A FEW MINUTES AS I TYPE THIS

I MEAN I do be saying the most unexpected shit at times so ur rights about that (also because im the youngest in the group KJGHFDHG guess they have the instinct to look after me the most) AND NO UR CUTER 🤧♥

[mocweepe]

oh shOot i forgot tto snd pictures of zoey!!!!

idk whhat her exAct breed is but shes amazing <333

[ID: 4 photos of a black dog, zoey, with white markings that cover her snout and go up between her eyes in a thin stripe, and give her a white neck and chest. she has small floppy ears and black eyes.

in the first image, she's shown from above, next to a person's obscured face. they have pale skin, a blue eye, and dark hair similar to the dog's fur.

the second and third image are portraits of zoey at a three quarters angle. in the second, she looks forward with a neutral expression, her eyes seemingly squinted. in the third, she looks to the camera; this photo as a whole is warmer toned than the rest.

the last photo is a close-up shot of her face, also neutral. end ID]

ZOEY💚💚💚‼‼‼ i love her can u tell her dat pls? 🥺 maybe a few pets in my name if dat izn 2 much 2 ask 4?? 🥺🥺👉👈💚💚

[pan1c1ng]

remember | beetlejuice x fem!reader

prompt: ❝ i hate getting flashbacks from things i don’t want to remember. ❞

summary: before his inevitable death, the ghost with the most loved a girl. a girl who lost her life too soon. 

warning(s): angst, hair changing!beej, mentions of death, mentions of cancer, cursing

author’s note: i took a different approach with this fic. in this one, beej isn’t born dead. he had a life before dying. i also kinda wanted to set this in the 60′s because i get this vibe from his suit. this also is pretty dark. i was getting kind of tired of writing pure filth so i went with a sad approach. i kinda got the idea of this from listening to twenty one pilots cover of ‘cancer’. so....that should kinda be a give away. let me know if you want more stuff like this! my ask box and dm’s are always open! - maya :)

     there were some days in which beetlejuice wanted to be completely alone. moments when the ghost with the most didn’t want to be bothered. this had been one of those days. it had been about two days since lydia deetz said his name three times. he was certainly glad to have a person around who could see him. a new friend who he related with in the oddest of ways. but, like lydia, sometimes he wanted to be alone. 

      beetlejuice sat on the edge of the roof; his legs kicking the air as they dangled off the side. his hands sat in his lap while his thumbs fiddled with each other. ❝ beej? what are you doing up here? ❞ the sudden voice of the deetz girl interrupted his thoughts. the demon jumped slightly, startled by the sudden appearance. ❝ jesus, lydia‼ don’t scare me like that. ❞ ❝ i scared you? maybe i am getting better at this scare thing. ❞ lydia sat next to him; her legs crossing. it’s then that she notices the small streaks of blue intertwined with his green hair. the single tear that slides down his cheek is wiped away like a flash. he notices her eyes fixated on his hair. 

     ❝ it changes. when i feel different things, the color changes. ❞ beetlejuice sounds embarrassed. ❝ what does blue mean? ❞ she asks. he doesn’t say anything. he had just met this girl. this complete stranger who he had so much in common with. that didn’t matter. he had always told himself to never trust people with emotions. with personal stories that could possibly be a way to strike you down. that was his philosophy. but lydia deetz was different. she might understand. she might be the only person who could understand him. ❝ i hate getting flashbacks from things i don’t want to remember. ❞

—

     ❝ lawrence! put me down! ❞ you screamed at your boyfriend, laughing in the process. he had you thrown over his shoulder. lawrence’s arm wrapped around your legs to keep you from falling. his hair was disheveled slightly after the long and tiring day at his job. he ran around the small apartment that the two of you shared; reaching the bedroom and throwing you down on the mattress. ❝ you’re just too damn cute sometimes, you know that? ❞ his hands rest on the edge of the bed. his voice beginning to sound cracky. he clears his throat. ❝ how many times have i told you to quit smoking? your voice is going to get stuck like that. ❞ lawrence rolled his eyes at your statement. ❝ god, you sound just like my mother. ❞ you laughed at his words. your arms moved to a bending position, making it so you could lean on yourself. he moved towards you, leaning towards your face. he stops himself before making any sudden contact. the anticipation in your mind is taking over. you’re waiting for him to make some sort of move. his eyes go back and forth between your lips and your eyes. ❝ i think i love you. ❞ he whispers. all you can do is smile. and before you can come up with any sort of response, lawrence locks his lips with yours.

—

     ❝ what was her name? ❞ lydia musters a response. she’s intrigued and somewhat astounded by the story; leaning her chin in the palm of her hand. all the poltergeist can do is look at her. he clears his throat. ❝ y/n... ❞ he says it in such a whisper, lydia nearly misses it. she starts to notice that this story is getting very emotional for him, as his hair is almost completely blue. there’s still one or two streaks of green, but it’s getting overpowered fast. beetlejuice goes into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. he fishes out a ring. by the looks of it, it’s old. almost rusted. it’s a simple band. no diamonds. just simple and plain. but it held such a deep meaning.

— 

     lawrence sits in the living room of the house you two had been living in for nearly a year. it was old and rustic and needed a lot of work. which you were gladly willing to take on. his legs are shaking violently; a cigarette resting in between his index and middle finger. he takes a drag from it every 30 seconds. it’s his second pack of the day. in the other hand, rests a simple, silver, wedding band. lawrence has made the decision to propose. to spend the rest of his unnatural born life with you. and now he sits and waits for your arrival home. 

    ❝ lawrence? babes? i’m home. ❞ you call out into the house. he quickly lets the cigarette fall into the ashtray next to him, blowing out the last of the smoke. he quickly gets up from the chair, practically running to the kitchen door from where you enter. he has a smile plastered across his face; fading away as he sees the condition you’re in. you look like yourself. but your eyes are red from the tears you had shed the whole way home. the familiar bags under your eyes are more pronounced and darker than normal. your skin paler than usual, though it had been sunny and warm for the past month. ❝ fucking hell, y/n! are you alright?? ❞ lawrence takes the bags of groceries from your hands and sets them on the counter. you’re perfectly fine at the moment. still standing up straight; though your body feels the weakest it has ever felt.

—

     ❝ she was sick. some shit with her lungs. turned out to be cancer. at the time, the world didn’t have the special equipment to help with that. so it was just a game of hoping and praying to some higher being. thousands of doctor’s visits. at least that’s what it felt like. then they thought it would be better if she stayed in the hospital... ❞

—

     you lay in the uncomfortable hospital bed. it’s odd to say that you could feel the medicine flowing through your body. but it didn’t feel as if there was any change. you still felt like shit. your eyes were closed, but your mind and body were fully awake. lawrence sits next to you in the equally uncomfortable chair. his head leans against his balled-up fist. he listens to the local jazz station. your eyes slowly open, moving to the view of the world outside. the room’s only light comes from the setting sun in the open window. there's a breeze that comes through. it’s slow and refreshing, and there’s a moment in which you feel so much at peace that you forget all the pain.

     ❝ if it was going to be any day, i’m glad it was this one. ❞ your voice startles your now fiance`. it’s weak and scratchy and for lawrence, it’s hard to listen to. at first, he’s confused by the choice of words, but he follows your eyes to the window. on the outside looking in, the sight of a woman sitting in a hospital bed with a man in a striped suit is dismal. quite heart-wrenching. it’s then that the man beside you starts to tear up. you notice his breaths are shorter. your eyes making your way to his sitting position. his hair is spiked up, from his constant hand movement through the locks. ❝ honey... ❞

     your bony hand moves to his. it’s hard to lift it at the time, but the pain becomes worth it once your hands touch. he grabs it and plays the wedding band on your finger. ❝ it’s starting to rust. ❞ lawrence manages to speak. your eyes don’t leave his face. ❝ it’s withering away. i guess it’s something i have in common. ❞ he laughs for a second before returning to his sad demeanor. he finally makes eye contact with you. the sunlight sat upon your face so peacefully. the warmth of it makes you feel so alive; although in a matter of minutes, that would no longer be the case. neither of you said anything. because you didn’t need to say anything. lawrence knew everything you wanted to say and vice versa. you could feel your eyes start to become very heavy. everything starts to feel strange all of a sudden. your eyes move from his eyes to the setting sun; to the light. 

—

     lydia deetz admits to shedding a few tears at the story. the girl doesn’t say anything to him. all she does is takes his hand. she makes an observation of how rough they are. his hair slowly starting to lose its blue hue; fading back to the emerald green color she’s become so used to. he puts the ring back in his pocket. beetlejuice turns to the girl next to him. he lifts part of his mouth to a small smirk. neither of them say anything. he turns his attention to the front of the house. walking up the path towards the house is a girl in a scout uniform. he shakes off the overwhelming emotions and turns back to lydia. ❝ feel like doing a little scaring? ❞

[elite-polos]

30 Days of Élite Fic ♛ Day 27: Birthday Pairing: Polo x Cayetana x Valerio Rating: E ‼ Notes: 1500 words of shameless OT3 birthday smut. I may have gotten kind of carried away. Warnings include drunk sex (dub-con), graphic descriptions, and a complete lack of proofreading

Somehow, Polo has ended up sprawled out naked on his bed, his legs spread with both his girlfriend and his boyfriend between them. He doesn’t know exactly how it happened, but he’s definitely not complaining. 

The series of events is kind of fuzzy in his mind, but it went something like this: the three of them had gone out for a lovely romantic dinner to celebrate Polo’s birthday, and had potentially gotten a little bit carried away with the red wine. Then they’d tumbled into the backseat of Polo’s car, hands a little bit too all over the place, and it had taken waaaay too long to finally get back home. Polo’s moms, of course, were there to greet them, but they were gracious enough to give the three of them space; Polo usually celebrates with them on the day after, so he can have time with both his friends and his family. 

Together, they’d dug into the ice cream cake that Valerio and Cayetana had made for Polo from scratch (he has no idea when they’d snuck it into his fridge), and opened another bottle of wine from his moms’ stash (they’d never notice it was gone). Then, Cayetana had snuck up behind him, her breath tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. “We have a surprise for you,” she’d whispered, nibbling his earlobe. “Meet us in your room in five minutes.” 

It was at that point that Polo’s senses had gone kind of fuzzy. He’d stared at the microwave clock, waiting for the minutes to tick by, swaying contentedly in his seat. Then he’d scaled the stairs, gripping the railing for balance, and opened the door to his room. Where he’d found Caye and Valerio lying prettily on his bed, Caye in a black lace lingerie set and Valerio in matching black lace briefs. 

Somewhere between then and now, Polo had completely forgotten how to think. And now Valerio is licking a thin stripe up Polo’s inner thigh, while Cayetana kisses messily across his abdomen. All Polo knows is that he feels so good. 

“Happy birthday, mi amor,” says Cayetana, darting a glance up at him with her beautiful ocean-blue eyes. Polo knows it’s a cliché to compare eyes with the ocean, but right now he feels like he could drown in her and die happy. 

“This is the best birthday ever,” he mumbles, smiling to himself. 

Valerio blows cool air on the trail he’d traced with his tongue, and the chill sends a jolt straight to Polo’s cock. His breathing speeds up, and Valerio turns his head to smirk cheekily up at him. “Tonight is all about you, Polito,” he says in that sexy, sexy voice that makes Polo’s body go weak. “You’re always so good at making us feel good…” He kisses the crease of Polo’s leg, which he’s discovered is especially sensitive. “But now, it’s your turn. Just relax and let us do all the work.”

Of course, this goes against all of Polo’s natural instincts. If there’s one thing he loves in bed, it’s doing everything to please his lovers. But feeling both of his favorite people there with him, their bare flesh hot against his, is enough to make him forget about it, at least for now. 

Cayetana moves up to kiss Polo on the lips, and he moans when her tongue slips inside his mouth, purely from the sensation of her soft, frosting-flavored lips on his. Caye runs her fingers through his hair, coming to settle on his jaw. “You’re so beautiful,” she tells him. 

“No you’re beautiful,” Polo retorts, and Cayetana laughs. 

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both beautiful,” Valerio teases, popping up to join the kiss. There has definitely been a learning curve of figuring out how to kiss between the three of them, but Polo doesn’t think there’s anything better than being kissed by the two people he’s in love with, then watching them kiss right in front of his eyes. 

“Now, Polo,” Valerio says, rubbing his thumb over Polo’s nipple and making him gasp. “What do you want us to do?”

Polo realizes he doesn’t know what to do with this question. He always prefers to let them do whatever they want with him. “J-just…,” he manages through his labored breath (their hands haven’t stopped exploring his body, and it’s making it very hard to concentrate. “Fuck me,” he finally gets out, as if that were possibly not what they were going to do already. 

Valerio looks at Cayetana. “The birthday boy wants to be fucked. Do you think we can do that?”

Cayetana shrugs like she’s casually considering the suggestion. “I think we can, yeah,” she decides. Heat rushes through Polo’s body, and he thinks he moans again, but he’s not really sure if the sound came out of his mouth or not. 

Then, finally, Valerio’s long fingers curl around his cock, and Polo instinctively bucks up into his hand, seeking friction. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this,” Valerio groans. He still has those incredible lace briefs on, and he uses his free hand to palm himself through the fabric. 

Meanwhile, Caye takes a pillow from the head of the bed and lifts up Polo’s hips to place it under him. Polo knows exactly what comes next, and he squirms anxiously in his place. 

Valerio is still stroking his erection too slowly to really satisfy him, but it’s not slow enough to be considered torturous so Polo can’t object. He shifts to basically be humping the bed, just so he can fondle Polo’s balls as he continues the rhythm of his other hand, and Polo whimpers a little bit too loudly. “Fuck,” says Valerio, his breath hitching, and Polo thinks briefly how great it is that he’s not even doing anything, but Valerio is still enjoying himself. 

Cayetana has gotten up to retrieve the bottle of lube she’d brought in her purse (does she always keep that in there? Polo wonders). Polo is getting more and more restless by the second, needing to feel something inside him. But when she comes back over, Polo reaches up to her with his hand, pawing feebly at her bra strap. 

“You want this off?” she says softly, letting the second strap fall coyly off her shoulder. Polo just nods, open-mouthed. So she unhooks her bra and the lacy garment falls to the floor. Polo clumsily massages her breast, then reaches between her legs to feel how she’s soaked through the flimsy material of her panties, but it’s all too short-lived because soon enough she’s climbing back onto the bed and pushing his legs up. 

Polo watches with blurry vision, transfixed by the sight of her opening the bottle and spreading the liquid all over her fingers. He remembers randomly how she loves to get her nails done all pretty and girly, but a few days ago she’d gotten them removed and cut short. It hadn’t occurred to him that this would be what her fingers would be doing. 

She warms up her fingers before beginning to caress his entrance. By now Polo can take her fingers no problem, but she’s always considerate in making sure he’s fully prepared anyway. Once she feels he’s relaxed enough, she pushes the first finger in. 

“Ah, ahh,” Polo moans, adjusting to the sensation. Valerio spits on his hand, wetting Polo’s cock and speeding up his motions, and there is way too much going on for Polo to process it all but everything feels good, great, amazing. 

Cayetana slips a second finger inside him, starting to work them in and out in earnest. She’s so good with her fingers; where Valerio can reach deeper inside him, Cayetana is more precise with her motions, and she knows how to find the spot that makes him see stars. Polo knows he’s not going to last much longer, the sensations are too overwhelming, but he’s enjoying it too much to care if he cums. 

“Do you want a third?” Cayetana asks, her face pressed against his thigh. 

“Y-yes, God, please, yes,” Polo pleads, and Cayetana is quick to comply. 

Her fingers are curling inside him, brushing against his prostate in that way that makes him lose all control, and Valerio’s wrist is twisting as he jerks him off, and Polo can’t hold on any longer. He cries out an unintelligible mix of both of their names as he cums all over his chest, his body jerking as he rides out the most intense orgasm of his life. 

It takes a while for Polo to come down to Earth, but when he blinks open his eyes, both Valerio and Cayetana are smiling at him. 

“That was...definitely the best birthday present I could’ve asked for,” Polo sighs, still basking in the endorphins. 

“Who says we’re done?” Valerio says. “We still have all the time in the world.”

Polo knows he’s saying that the night is just beginning, but he kind of hopes it also means the rest of their lives. 

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

38 to 43 for the asks

✨Hi Luna!!! Thanks for the ask! 💖✨

38. my little pony or paw patrol?

Ponies!!! I gots a hUGE collection of dem! I have some all the ways back to the first gen! I was little when gen 3 came out! Minty is my favowite! She’s super silly ‘n has soooo many socks! I hasn’t seen paw patrol but it looks vewy cute! Da lil husky is adorable! Everest... I thinks?

39. favorite carebear?

Bedtime bear! He’s super duper adorable’n sleepy! I hasn’t seen the newest cartoon but I wuv the old bedtime bear! He’s ‘m favowite color too!! I gots so many plushies of ‘im!!!

40. pink or black?

ピンク‼︎ (pink)

It’s gotta be pastel tho... bwight pink hurts ‘m eyes.

41. do you have rules?

Uhhh I don’t weally ‘ave any other den go to bed before midnight ‘n don’t eat too many sweets... imma make some later ‘n post!!

42. twin tails or braids?

‘m hairs too short to do braids but I cans do a tiny ponytail/twin tails!! I wuv braiding ‘m dollies ‘n ponies hair tho!

43. do you also pet regress?

Mhm! But nots as much as agere. imma bunny/kitty! i has ears ‘n tail for both! i have blue shiba ears ‘n tail too but I really regress to a puppy

[mhysa-leesi]

𝕄𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕝-𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader ⭐.

Summary: “Steve Rogers deserves nothing less than an All-American Apple Pie Life, with his Miss America. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.” 

Word Count: 3,472 

TW‼: Drugging, Kidnapping, Non-Con, Smut, Minor Stockholm Syndrome, Minor Misogynistic Themes, and 1940′s Housewife Themes. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 

AN Cont.:  If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION. 

Steve Rogers is a hero who’s sacrificed so much for the greater good of the world. He’s been fighting his entire life, a constant cycle of getting knocked down, just to get back up and do it all again the next day. A constant blur of black and blue, of broken bones, and bloodied knuckles. Steve didn’t complain too often, he enjoyed waking up every morning and saving the world. He was grateful for the life he led, a life of justice and liberty. So, why did he feel so unfulfilled? Unaccomplished? Incomplete?

Steve would catch himself daydreaming during briefings, dreaming of his childhood. He dreamt about Coney Island, about the smell of popcorn, and the sticky feel of melting popsicles on his fingers. He was stuck in the past and he knew it, maybe he truly was “The Man Out of Time”. He’d journal his thoughts, sketching his memories in charcoal and faded colors. Mostly he’d sketch faces of his past, but there has only been one face as of late that lived within the thick pages. (Y/N). The newest Avenger, his Miss America.

He found himself fantasizing about her with every gentle curve of his pencil, imagining it was his hands running over her hips and not his graphite. The front of his jeans tightened as he shaded her breasts, and he wondered if they were as soft and supple as he made them look on paper. He captured her eyes, adding that sparkle and depth that seemed to become her. Her hair, the unruly hairs, and the ones always perfectly in place. He colored her skin, his heart skipping as he imagined running his lips over the skin of her thighs. Her star-spangled leotard left little to the imagination, so Steve found other things to imagine. The sound of her moans and whimpers, how she’d look as he took her apart one lick and thrust at a time, and how she’d look with him dripping from in-between her legs.

Steve groaned as he threw down his pencil, running his graphite-stained hands over his face in frustration before closing his sketchbook with a soft thump. He needed a distraction--and a cold shower…

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Today was Lila, Clint’s daughter’s birthday, and all of the Avengers were invited to the festivities. Steve sat next to Bucky, both of them donning bright pink party hats with the words “Happy Birthday” on them in glitter swirls. Bucky was telling Steve about a girl he had recently met at some café or something--truth be told Steve wasn’t listening to his best friend. His attention was elsewhere, across the room, to be exact.

You were in a green tonal dress that perfectly complemented your skin tone, with puff sleeves and floral print. Steve was entranced as he watched you bounce baby Nathaniel on your hip. And he watched as the baby babbled and yanked your hair, making you laugh and wince as you handed him back to his mother. He knew at that moment what he had been missing, what he had been deprived of--what he had deserved after all this time. A family, a white-picket fence… You.

It all suddenly made sense as if he had just completed a puzzle he’d been working on since he woke up from the ice. That was what he wanted--no… It was what he needed, what he deserved. All of his life he had made sacrifice after sacrifice, the world owed him this one thing, and he’d have it. No matter the cost.

You were perfect. A nice girl with a strong head on your shoulders and a good heart, who better to start a life with? There was no question, you’d be his wife, the mother of his children. You’d see it in time, but he couldn’t wait for you. He was a man out of time, after all…

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It had been almost a month since his revelation, but it was all due in good time. He had made the arrangements, he had been meticulous in his planning. He made sure to get every single detail right, his and your future depended on his perfection. The trap had been set, now he just needed to go hunting for his prey.

You were just coming back from training with Natasha, your skin sheen with sweat and kissed with soft purple bruises from sparring with the Widow. You were laughing at something she had said, giving Steve a small wave before making your way to the communal fridge. He patiently watched as you grabbed your water bottle, your name written in sharpie with stickers on the front. He fidgeted as you took three big gulps, smacking your lips as water dribbled down your chin and onto your chest.

Steve watched as you made your way to your bedroom, he smiled as he noticed a slight stumble in your steps. The drug took faster than he had expected. He waited until he heard the click of the closing door, but it never came. Like a silent shadow, he crept down the hall to the threshold of your room. You were splayed out on the edge of your bed, legs dangling, and your hair a mess.

He couldn’t help himself. He nudged your arm for a response and nothing; you were out cold. A dangerous smirk crossed his face as he knelt down above you, his shadow consuming you in every delicious way possible. He touched your cheek, tracing down to your jaw, and up to your lips. They were so soft, so plump, and oh, so kissable. He tasted you then, molding his lips to yours in a one-sided dance. Steve shivered as he explored your unconscious body, he groped, squeezed, and tasted your salty skin.

He stopped himself. He only had three hours to move you, six tops if his hunch about you skipping breakfast that morning was right. So, he picked up your unconscious body and began the next steps to his plan…

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When you awoke your limbs were stiff and mind foggy. You stretched away the stiffness and rolled onto your side, blindly reaching for your bottle of water. When your hand failed to meet your nightstand, you froze. What the hell? Confused, you reached out again; telling yourself you just misjudged the distance. But when your hand once again met an empty space, you sat up with a start. You looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were striped, the floor a godawful floral carpet, and the bed had a wooden frame and a blue blanket tucked into the corners. You blinked, thinking that this room would magically melt into your bedroom at the Tower, and when it remained the same, you blinked again for good measure. You stood on shaky legs and looked around the room once more, disbelief clouding your better judgment. The bedroom looked straight out of a 1940’s catalog.

When the lock on the bedroom door jiggled, you whirled around with your fists raised to meet your captor. You were prepared to see a HYDRA Agent or some other villain with a vendetta against you. What you weren’t prepared for was Steve Rogers. He stood dressed in his old military uniform, his hair neatly combed, and his face clean-shaven.

“Steve? What’s going on?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

What do I mean? “This,” you gesture wildly with your hands in disbelief, “Where are we?”

“Home,” he said calmly.

“Whose home?”

“Ours, honey,”

You narrowed your eyes at the man before you. This couldn’t be your Steve Rogers, this wasn’t your Captain or friend. This was… someone else. You took a tentative step forward, searching for an eerie glow to his blue eyes, for an explanation for his weird behavior. This had to be mind-control, some elaborate HYDRA plot to disarm the Avengers. This wasn’t Steve, right?

“Steve,” you said carefully, “this isn’t our home. We live at the Tower, remember? With Nat, Sam, and Bucky?”

Steve’s frown deepened as you continued to speak to him like an incompetent child, “No. This is our new home, (Y/N). I made it just for us.”

You nodded along as you slowly crept forward toward the door. He shyly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he continued speaking, confessing. When you were close enough, you bolted past him. But you weren’t faster than Steve Rogers. He caught you by the ponytail and threw you back into the bedroom on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him. You scrambled to your feet and into a defensive position as Steve made another grab for you. You twisted and threw a right hook to his jaw, the strength of your powered punch was enough to send him stumbling backward, but it wasn’t enough to win against him. The same serum that made him had made you, too. But you’d be a goddamn idiot to think that you were stronger than Steve Rogers.

You made another run for the exit, but you didn’t get very far as Steve caught you yet again by your ankle. You kicked, punched, scratched, and flailed as he overpowered you. The man straddled your wriggling form and placed his hands around your throat. Squeezing and squeezing until the oxygen caught in your throat and your limbs began to relax. Your arms and legs went lax as your vision began to dot and blacken. When you let out the last wisp of air from your lungs is when Steve released you. You wheezed and gasped like a fish out of the water as you struggled to breathe, to fill your lungs with oxygen once again. You massaged your throat and glared up at Steve who was straightening and dusting off his uniform.

“I’ll only tell you this once, (Y/N). If you disobey me, in any way shape, or form, you’ll be punished. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, “Now, get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.”

He opened the closet and pulled out a baby blue dress with silver embroidered star details around the off-shoulder neckline, and set it on the bed before you. You sat on the floor, just silently glaring and snarling as he knelt down in front of you with a small velvet box and diamond ring in hand. He grabbed your left hand and went to place it on your ring finger, but before he could slide the diamond on your finger, you wrenched your hand away and cracked him across the cheek. The slap seemed to echo throughout the room as his jaw ticked in silent anger. Before you could react, Steve pulled his hand back and returned the slap. The impact sent your head whipping sharply to the side, and caused your eyes to water with prickling, unshed tears. Your cheek stung when you touched it.

“I told you, (Y/N),” he sighed, “You made me do that.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, Rogers,” you spit.

You flinched as he pointed an angry and threatening finger in your face, “Language.”

He left you then after reminding you of dinner. Alone in the bedroom, you scowled at the dress that seemed to mock you. You threw it onto the floor and stomped out of the room, fueled by anger and hatred.

You found him in the kitchen, knife in hand as he carved a glazed turkey. His smile dropped as he took in your dress-less form. You were still in your gym clothes from earlier. Steve’s nostrils flared as he set the knife down, he stared at the turkey before turning his gaze to you.

“You’re not wearing the dress,”

“No,” you said flatly.

“And why not?”

You scoffed at him, “Why do you think, Steve?”

He moved his head to the side as he grumbled something under his breath. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. You smirked triumphantly, you didn’t know why, but getting under his skin was satisfying. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing that damn dress.

As if he had read your mind, he looked back at you with an ominous smile. He rounded the counter and stood in front of you, his large frame so much bigger than yours. In any other scenario, it would’ve been intimidating--having your Captain looming over you so threateningly. But right now, at this moment, you couldn’t care less. You wanted to piss him off, to knock him down off his pedestal. You’d be damned if you bent to his sick will.

Your eyes darted behind Steve to the counter where the knife waited for you. Before he could track your movements, you made a dive for it. Rolling over the island as you quickly readied the knife. You slashed and stabbed at Steve, growling in frustration as he effortlessly blocked and dodged all of your attacks. In one quick and fluid movement, Steve grabbed and twisted your wrist; forcing you to drop the knife. Your heart breaking with the loud clatter as it hits the floor.

Steve dragged you to the table by the back of your neck and slammed your cheek down onto the wood. Empty wine glasses and plates clattered with the impact. You grunted and kicked out your legs blindly, settling for a shin kick--anything. Steve slammed your head against the table once more as you continued to fight against him. He did it again, and again, and again until your vision blurred and your blood splattered against the polished wood. You weakly clawed at the plates and silverware around you, desperately trying to cling onto something. When your fingers wrapped around on a fork, you didn’t hesitate. You stabbed Steve’s thigh and summoned all of your remaining strength to throw him into the wall.

You fell back as you panted for breath, arming yourself with another piece of random cutlery. You threw a steak knife, missing him by just an inch. Steve growled as he dragged you by your kicking legs, hauling you up, just to slam you down onto the table once more. He held your face down as he growled in your ear.

“You have a lot of fight in you, (Y/N). Breaking you is going to be so much fun, honey,”

Slam.

“I’ll beat that spark out of you, if you make me, (Y/N). So why don’t you just be a good girl for me, hmm?”

Steve took hold of your neck once more as he guided you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shoved you down onto the bed, and you landed on your stomach with a bounce. Your head was throbbing with an uncomfortable fog that settled over your thoughts. You murmured weakly in protest as Steve began to undress you. You felt the blood from your head drip down to your ear and down your neck.

Panic set your heart in motion as you felt him tug your leggings down your legs. Your brain and body kicked into a desperate overdrive as you writhed beneath him. You tried to shove him away, you summoned all of your super strength and thrashed, but you were simply no match for him--you were utterly powerless and at his mercy. His hands explored your thighs, dipping between them and squeezing that soft, supple inner skin. You scrambled to your knees, inadvertently pressing and grinding your ass to his front. He groaned as he moved his hands to your hips, angling them up as he ground down onto you with a silent promise of what was to come.

His hand dipped down and he held his prize within his hand. He groped and you grunted as you clawed blindly at his forearms, grabbing his wrists as he yanked down your cotton panties past your knees. You screamed as he shoved his fingers inside you, forcing his knuckles past your folds. You kicked and cursed him, hoping your struggle would be enough for him to let you go. You screamed louder than you had ever screamed before, so loud your head ached and lungs burned. With an annoyed grunt, Steve wrapped his thick arm around your neck in a chokehold to shut you up. You babbled breathlessly as you slapped at his arm.

“Steve,” you choked, “Please…”

He gave you one last strong warning squeeze before letting you fall flat on your back, coughing and gasping for breath.

“All you had to do was be good for me, (Y/N). I told you, bad girls get punished,”

He withdrew as he undid his fly. You swallowed thickly, wincing as your throat burned from his assault. You grabbed at his wrists, but he just batted your weak hands away as he held you down with one hand. The other gripping his thick, swollen length. You saw the muscles of his stomach tighten as he parted your legs. His grip on the back of your knees was bruising as he held them apart, lining himself up to your entrance. You tried once more to shimmy away, but he had you where he wanted you; vulnerable and open to him. He bent over you, his eyes black with lust, as he invited himself inside of you. He pushed himself inside, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, just relishing in the grip of you. You were too dry, too unwelcoming, but it didn’t matter to him. You were perfect, warm, and tight. He moaned then, as he forced himself deeper into you, pushing and pushing until his pelvis touched yours.

“Steve, please,” you sobbed, “please, stop…”

He shushed your pleas as his face scrunched in pleasure with every shallow thrust. You gritted your teeth to keep yourself silent, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But he didn’t seem to notice as he tilted your hips up, finding his own slow, steady rhythm as he fucked into you. He cupped your face and forced his lips onto yours, his tongue swiping and exploring your mouth. You slapped at his head, but he never relented, never pulled back from his searing kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hips skipped a beat. You took that opportunity, the falter of his hips, to bite down on his tongue. Then, did he finally relent.

He pulled away from you, his hips stilling inside of you. He carefully touched his tender tongue, scowling as he pulled away bloodied fingers. Steve drew back his hand and slapped you across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the room. You sneered at him and he frowned in disappointment before cracking you once more. You yelped as he held you down by your neck. Steve had found a new rhythm, and it was relentless. His tempo was fast, and he made sure to never miss a beat as he hammered into your abused cunt. He put pressure on your throat, but not enough to send you into a pool of cold unconsciousness. No… he wanted you awake for this, lucid, and remembering.

His groans and moans grew louder, duetting with the lewd notes of your squelching pussy and his skin slapping against yours. The repulsive symphony he had conducted finally reached its ungodly climax. You sobbed as you felt his warmth flood within you, as he shamelessly emptied himself deep inside of you. He sat back on his haunches, gently pulling himself from your wet grip. Your body instantly curled in on itself, shielding you from the man before you. The man you had once admired. You lay there, just shaking, whether it was from shock or anger, you didn’t know.

You felt as he dropped the baby blue dress with the silver embroidered stars next to you. You sniffled as you looked at the dress in defeat, silently dressing in the blue cotton. When you were dressed, Steve helped you to your feet, holding you against his chest as he gently swayed you. He caressed your head, embracing you gently as if he hadn’t just used your body, as if he was your sweet and loving husband, as if this was normal.

“Dinner is probably cold by now,” he sighed, “It’s okay, though. You can try again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your voice was smaller now, weaker, afraid.

He hummed, “It’s a wife’s duty to cook and care for her husband, (Y/N). I think I’d like meatloaf for dinner, and apple pie for dessert. What do you think, honey?”

You hesitated, you wanted to spit at him, to curse, to smack, punch, and kick, but your body was frozen against his. When you didn’t reply, his grip on you tightened threateningly, making you flinch.

“Yes, that sounds good, Steve,” you whispered. He kissed your head as he gently swayed you, his warm release slowly dripping down your shaking legs.

[chrisevansszn]

Valleys and Mountains Pt. 3 🏔

1.7 word count

18 and older ONLY ‼

You and Jason made out for a few minutes and then you climbed on top of him in the driver seat. You begin gyrating on this dick and you felt it grow. Is that what you want to do? If you do this….you aren’t any better than Chris.

Jason took out a condom and held it up. He gave you “are you sure?” look. You took the condom out of his hands and opened it. Jason sat up and slid his pants down, and then you took your pants off. You put the condom on Jason and sat down on his dick nice and slow.

There is no going back now!

Jason fucked you so good! It’s been weeks since you and Chris have had sex. It started with you riding Jason I the front seat but then you both got into the back seat. Jason kissed you all over your body and did everything to you. It didn’t last too long it was over within 30 minutes. You didn’t stay to chat either. You have Jason a kiss and got back into your car and drove off. The entire car ride home you couldn’t believe what just happened. You NEVER thought about cheating on Chris…ever. Until you know what. You pulled into the driveway and got out, walked into the house, and went straight upstairs for the shower. Chris was sitting in the dining room on his laptop. You ran the shower and jumped in letting the hot water cascade down your body, for some odd reason you are beginning to feel guilty. Tears begin to stream down your face. Get it together! You finished your shower and got yourself together emotionally.  

You grabbed your phone and went to go lay in bed. Jason texted you the usual, but all of sudden you begin to have thoughts of Chris and his mistress having sex. These thoughts are just now hitting you. What was he saying to her while they were having sex? How many times did they have sex? Did he tell her he loved her?

Then a knock at the door. You had to once again gather yourself together.

“Come in.”

Chris opens the door softly, and peeked his head in.

“I just wanted to say goodnight.” He stepped in the doorway.

“Oh, goodnight.”  He was fresh out of the shower, no shirt, gray joggers, and his hair was messy. Chris is literally a walking Picasso with all of his tattoos.

“Y/N, I was thinking about what you asked for earlier. It just caught me by surprise. If you want to speak or even meet up with her. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You took a deep breath.

“Chris, I am not mentally prepared to do anything like that. I wouldn’t be able to contain myself emotionally. I would probably kill the bitch."

Chris went silent.

“You know….I haven’t asked why yet.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

You could see the regret in his eyes. You aren’t sure if it’s because he was cheating or if it is because he got caught.

“Why did you cheat on me? We have sex at least four times a week. We take vacations.  I cook. I clean. I love sports. I’m a total package. So…why did you cheat on me?”

“She made me feel young again….the thrill?”

“She made you feel young?? A thrill??”. You chuckled.

“Baby please. I know I fucked up and bad. I know this. I cannot live without. I’m being honest and upfront, and I want to make it right again.”

Chris has made his way into the room and about two feet from you. His ocean blue eyes seemed darker than normal.

“Chris. I am going to bed. Goodnight.”

You pulled your covers up and rolled over on your side. Chris walked up to you and put his hand on your arm.

You pull away.

“No sir. Goodnight Chris.”

He stepped back and made his way out of the room. You grabbed your phone and texted Jason goodnight.

You and Chris continued to sleep in separate rooms for the next month. Little conversation was made from time to time. You and Chris haven’t had sex since you found about his little whore, but you have been sneaking and seeing Jason. You finally told Jason you were married but was in a bad place. He seemed to not care one bit. You and Jason would meet a couple times a week for sex. Random places, hotels, and such. He never invited you to his home though.  

You came home from work one evening and Chris was sitting at the kitchen table replying to some work emails. He smiled at you when you walked in. You smiled back. You were beginning to let down your guard a little with Chris.

“Y/N. Let’s go to dinner. Can I take you out?”

You hesitated. Can't seem too thirsty.

“Sure. Let’s go to dinner.”

Chris jumped up from the table with a huge smile on his face. He opened the front door.

“After you baby.”

It’s been a while since you’ve heard Chris say baby. You’re not going to lie; it gave you butterflies.

He opened the car door for you, and you got in. He jumped into the driver’s seat and started his truck.

“Where do you want to go?”, he said.

“Surprise me.”

“Deal.”

Chris backed out of the drive and headed down the street. The car ride was a little quiet, but you could see Chis smiling at you out of the corner of your eye.

“What is it?”, you asked lightly.

“I’m so happy you said yes to dinner.” He smiled at you.

Chris pulled up to the high-end restaurant Sorellina.

“Oh…is this what you’re doing?”, you asked.

“For you, absolutely.”

He pulled up to valet and jumped out the car to open the door for you again. He grabbed your hand and lead the way. Holding hands with Chris didn’t feel right for some reason, but you let it slide.

The waiter sat you both at a booth in a corner by yourselves. Chris sat across from you.

“You look so beautiful.”

You blushed. “Thank you.”

“Tell me about your day.”

You and Chris caught up on a lot. Remember you both have been distant for some time. You both ordered alcoholic drinks, appetizers, and dinner. You laughed with each other and got absolutely tipsy. Dinner lasted about two hours. Chris paid, and you packed up all of the left-over food and headed back home. Jason had been texting you, but you haven’t had time to reply.

Y’all finally arrived home and went inside. You headed straight for the primary room. Chris came in a few minutes later.

“I need to grab some clothes really quick.” He headed towards his walk-in closet. You sat on the bed taking off your heels. You stood up and walked behind him into his closet.  He turned around and glared at you.

“Are you ok?”

You walked straight into Chris’ arms and kissed him life you’ve never had before. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or if you wanted that thick dick?!

He kissed you back so passionately, from you lips, to your ears, and down to your neck. His hands are palming and squeezing your ass. Your pussy is throbbing! You reach down for Chris’ dick and it’s at full attention. He is ready for you!

Chris picks you up and carries you to the bed. He climbs on top and continues to kiss you. You lift up a little and take your shirt off. Chris unsnapped your bra with one hand. Your big juicy breast fall out your bra and Chris grab on with one hand and takes the other in his mouth. You let out a moan.

Chris continues work his way down gently kissing every inch of your body. You sit up for a quick second and pulled his sweater over his head. His gold chain falls onto his chest. The way that chain makes your kitty purrrrr! You lift your hips up so he can slide off your pants and panties. He drives into your walls and eat you like Thanksgiving dinner. His tongue CANNOT be touched! He was so close to make you orgasm when sat up and took off his pants and underwear and penetrated you.

You back arched up into his body.

“That’s right mama. Take all this dick.”

It’s been too long! Chris stroked you up, down, and all around! He sat up on his knee and you took all of his dick into your mouth. He stroked in and out of your mouth while holding the back of your head.  His dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat causing tears to stream down your face. He finally turned you over on your stomach and finished fucking the shit out of you. That man was puss hungry!

Chris ejaculated inside of you and held you close while kissing your back.

You missed his dick so much. You rolled over and looked Chris in his eyes and gave him another kiss. Does this mean everything is ok? Helll no!!

“I’m going to jump in the shower.”, you tell Chris.

“Ohhhh. I will be right there!”

You made your way into the shower. 10 minutes later Chris still hadn’t come into the shower. You didn’t think much of it.  You finish showering, dry off, and throw on your robe. You walk out of the bathroom and Chris is standing there and he is not happy.

“What’s wrong?”

“Who the fuck is Jason and why is he calling your phone back-to-back to back at this hour?”

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»»———-　　                    ＢＵＮＮＹＳＨＯＴ  ＡＮＳＷＥＲＳ                           ———-««

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ INBOX PROMPT ࿐ྂ  ╰─▸ ❝ @ragnfinder​  ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡  Accepting ‼ ༻        good hunter is the backdrop to their usual spiel. barked banter / sharper, snide remarks - the life in her eyes & the riveted chill in his. he's had his hands clamped on her elbows after a not-so-vain attempt to headbutt his chin & is half a second removed from defenestrating their only outrider-

when another voice pipes up.

it is snide, too, but it lolls with the confidence of a bitter runt / someone pathetic enough to wish his betters would be his doormat. to act on so self-destructive a daydream.

& amber does not need him for this, doesn't need him for this - but his jaws have clamped shut around a silence forbidding.        the diamond of an eye pinpricks / a slit of black in pale blue-

& she's already got it covered, but he is this fucking close.

...she has this.

kaeya shall merely loom behind her with his teeth a jagged edge / bared.

                             »»———     𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .    ———-««

   She’s  distracted  by  the  cavalry  captain  once  again;  on  her  unofficial  break,  naturally,  she  runs  into  him.  Or,  does  Kaeya  just  happen  to  always  beeline  for  her  when  he  needs  someone  to  bother.  After  a  failed  attempt  to  silence  him  after  her  recent  attempts  of  stepping  on  his  boot  proved  futile  (  he  cheated  by  getting  a  new  pair  that  ended  up  hurting  her  foot  more  then  his ),  she’s  ready  to  bite  the  hands  which  kept  her  in  place  when  a  voice  breaks  apart  their  squabbling. 

   Amber  deflates - but  only  just.  It’s  not  long  before  she’s  standing  straight,  turning  to  face  one  of  the  towns  people;  or,  no,  perhaps  a  member  of  the  Lawrence  Clan.  There  was  no  doubt.  She’d  heard  these  kinds  of  remarks  plenty  of  times.

    We’re  on  break  right  now-  She  starts  to  handle  the  situation  as  she  always  does;  a  smile  on  her  face,   a  hand  to  her  chest,  and  she  remains  unyielding  as  her  bright,  passionate  words  bounce  back  with  every  harsh,  snide  comment  he  made.  When  they  finally  regained  their  peace,  and  after  watching  his  depart  with  an  awkward  laugh,  sheepishly  rubbing  the  back  of  her  neck,  she  exhales  deeply,  ribbon  drooping  with  her  relieved,  and  worn,  expression.  She  blows  harshly  at  a  loose  strand  of  hair,  lips  pulling  into  a  stern  pout.

    ❝   I  wonder  what  his  deal  is  today,  he  seems  crankier  then  usual.  Well  anyway,  glad  that’s  over  with.  They  can  be  so-   ❞

    Hm⁇  Senses  never  failed  her,  as  even  her  skin  prickles  at  the  eerie  presence  standing  behind  her.  An  occurrence  such  as  this  one  was  common;  actually,  she  was  so  used  to  it  that  even  if  those  words  dared  to  strike  at  any  of  her  insecurities,  it  was  quickly  shaken  off. 

   ❝   Hello,  Sir  Kaeya.   ❞    Official,  because  she’s  still  being  playful.  But  the  pat  to  his  face  isn’t  harsh,  or  filled  with  childish  vengeance.  It  wasn’t.  Really.  Actually,  she  was  a  bit  worried;  so  of  course,  she  ends  up  pulling  his  cheek,  (  heh  heh  heh~  )  and  it  gets  a  smile  out  of  her.  She  doesn’t  realise  how  these  things  can  affect  her;  but,  she  knows  that  something  within  stirs  at  his  protective  stance.  Thump  Thump.  Jeez  ...  he  could  be  so  strange  sometimes.

   ❝   Stop  glaring  or  you’re  gonna  scare  someone ！ Or  keep  doing  it  and  get  some  ugly  frown  lines.   ❞   

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[April Fool's] My Issei loving heart is suffering, please aid me... maybe? :)

I don’t know how much aiding this is but…yeahIssei’s scenario is connected to the previous Yokai!AU Dai scenario. Hope you like it~!

Kuga Issei

[E/c] hues stayed fixed on the creature in front of you, tiptoeing yourway towards it when it suddenly broke into a run. You gave pursuit, runningthrough the forest when you felt a sudden rush of wind pushing you away, makingyou lose your footing and fall onto your back.

“Ow…” you groaned as you sat up, tracing the squirrel skittering up tothe shoulder of the raven-haired boy standing before you. Blinking for a fewmoments, you offered a smile. “Ah, is that squirrel yours?!”

He took a step back, placing a hand in front of his tiny companion in defense. “Youcan see me?”

You nodded, standing up and dusting your clothes. “Sorry if I startledyou! It’s just…it’s my first time seeing a blue squirrel so I wanted to get acloser look…” you scratched the back of your head with an awkward laugh whenyour eyes lit up in remembrance.

“Ah! You’re a Kamaitachi, right?” you asked, startling the boy and hissquirrel further.

He gave a cautious nod, taking another step back as he scanned thearea.

“Hmm…could you be the one that Tsubasa-san talked about?” you wonderedaloud, the black-haired boy seemingly relaxing at the familiar name.

“…You know Tsubasa-san?”

You nodded again, pointing at the mountain behind you. “The Tengu thatlives on that mountain! The blond, noisy one that likes pulling pranks!” Yoursmile widened once you saw him becoming less hostile, blue eyes widening a bitin realization.

“Ah. Could you be…the nosy, stubborn human child…?”

“I-Is that what he’s telling people I am?!” your shoulders slumped athis description, muttering something about the tengu under your breath beforeyou offered the youth a friendly smile. “I’m [Name]! Tsubasa-san told me aboutyou too. The twin Kamaitachi that reside near the lake.” You placed a hand toyour chin, humming in thought. “So are you Ichiru-kun? Or Issei-kun?”

Azure eyes watched the hornedyokai gingerly cradle you in his arms, lowering you into the water, redspreading across like ink as the lake took on an ephemeral glow. They watchedas your breaths came out in shallow huffs, remnants of tears staining your faceas you whimpered in pain.

“[Name]…” he muttered, fingerscurling at his side as he remembered how just a few moments ago Tsubasasuddenly showed up at the lake, carrying your blood-soaked figure as he beggedShu for help.

“Issei.” Shu’s voice snapped himout, Issei’s cerulean hues blinking at the Mizuchi who gestured to the Lizzsitting on the raven-haired youth’s shoulder.

“Hm? Ah…” the raven-haired youthnodded, gesturing for the blue squirrel to go ahead.

The critter hurriedly scurriedover to the Mizuchi with its jar, climbing up Shu’s arm and hopping onto yourlap, making its way over to your shoulder to rub the green medicine over thewound. Issei continued to watch silently as you hissed at the stingingsensation before your expression softened, your body falling limp in Shu’s armsas he stepped out of the water.

“[Name]!”

“Don’t worry, she just fainted.”Shu assured, thanking the blue Lizz. “It’s better that we let her rest for now.”

—

“She went to help Dai even thoughhe nearly ate her…I don’t know whether to call that guts or stupidity.” Ichirumused, sitting by your bedside and patting his Lizz on the head. The two yokaihad been tasked with taking you to an abandoned shack near the river andwatching over you, making sure to let Shu and Eichi know once you woke up.

“And invoking a spell that cuts yourlife in half every time you use it…” Issei muttered, fists clenched atop hislap while he stared at the floor.

“Issei…?” the younger kamaitachicalled, worry contorting his features. He reached out a hand to his olderbrother when he heard a low groan, both boys shifting their head to find youslowly opening your eyes.

“[Name]!” Ichiru exclaimed,leaning forward to check on you while you sat up, the red Lizz scurrying offhis shoulder to hop onto your lap. You winced in pain, placing a hand to yourshoulder to find it bandaged.

“Where…” You began, [e/c] hueswidening at the change in scenery. You whisked your head to look at the twinKamaitachi. “Dai-san! What happened to Dai—”

“YOU. GIANT. UNFORGIVABLE.IDIOTTTT!!!!!” the door slammed open, revealing a more than upsetTsubasa who stormed in to the small shack.

“Tsu-Tsubasa-san?!” you shrankback in terror of the rage present in his golden orbs.

“I told you so many times not tocome over at night! I even told you to stay away from Dai-chan for a while‼ Whydon’t you ever listen?! What would’ve happened if I was even a second late?!”he barked, not bothering to hide the anger and disappointment in his voice.

“You’re too loud! She just wokeup, you know?!” Ichiru began when he felt a tug on his sleeve, glancing back tosee Issei shaking his head.

“I think we should let Tsubasa-sancontinue. He’s better at expressing these kinds of things…” the blue-eyed yokaireplied calmly.

“Issei… Don’t tell me, you’reangry too?” the black-haired youth asked to which his older brother stayedsilent, glancing away with a reluctant nod. Taking a breath, Isseicontinued to silently observe the exchange.

“M-More importantly, what aboutDai-san? What happened to him? Is he alright—Ow!” you held your head which gotclonked by the Tengu’s fist. “That hurts!”

“An idiot like you has no right tocomplain! You just barely escaped with your life and you’re still on aboutthat?!” Tsubasa continued his scolding.

“Tsubasa-san…I-I’m a patient, youknow?” you meekly replied, rubbing your head when you felt yourself wrapped inwarmth.

“Honestly, you’re such an idiot!”you blinked as Tsubasa hugged you tighter, his voice and body shaking as thoughhe was desperately holding back tears. “Going along with Shun’s stupididea…didn’t you learn to not go along with strangers?!”

You stayed silent, taken aback by hissudden change in demeanor before you offered a small smile, hugging him back.“I’m sorry for making you worry…” you whispered, feeling your strength leaveyou again as your eyelids grew heavy.

—

The black-haired yokai sat beside you, looking around thequaint shack while you slept.

Tsubasa had gone back to check upon Dai, leaving you in the twins’ care.

Blue orbs then shifted his gaze toIchiru who fell asleep along with his red companion whilst Issei’s blue onecurled up beside you, nuzzling against your cheek as it slept. His eyesnarrowed at the bandages peeking through the hole in your shirt, his handmaking its way to your head as he caressed your [h/c] locks.

“Are you mad?”

A quiet gasp left his mouth atyour sudden voice, Issei reclining his hand as you blinked at him. You sat upwith a groan, placing a hand to your shoulder before offering him your usualsmile.

“Are you mad? That I did thiswithout telling you.” You reiterated, waiting for the ebony-haired Kamaitachito answer. His gaze darted for a bit before he looked down with a nod.

“Sorry. Though I guess it’s alittle too late for that!” you giggled, turning your head to see Ichiruadrift in sleep, a blissful grin on his face whilst he snored. You giggledagain, picking the red Lizz off his face and placing it onto your palm tostroke the sleeping squirrel’s lush fur. “But thank you for staying with me.”

“Eh?”

You nodded, picking up the blueLizz as well and placing both of them on your lap. “To tell you the truth I’mactually a little scared of myself. About what dumb thing I’ll do next if I’mleft alone.” You said with a sheepish smile, expression turning dark.

“Back onthe mountain…when Dai-san lost control…I thought the spell failed, that Iwasn’t strong enough and so I was going to be eaten.” you took a breath torecover yourself from terrifying memory. “And I was actually okay with that.Until Tsubasa-san’s voice called out to me, I was honestly thinking I was finewith getting eaten by Dai-san. I even welcomed it.”

“[Name]…” Issei stared indisbelief as you gripped your blanket.

“That’s why…I’m glad you’re here.”You said, petting the sleeping Lizz. “Seeing Ichiru sleeping sopeacefully and talking with you like this…it means that I’m still here. Andthat Dai-san is too.”

You lifted your head, facing theyoung yokai with a smile. “So feel free to let me have it. Tsubasa-san probably won’t let me off so easily…” you scratched your cheek, shudderingfrom the memory. “…but you also look like you have a lot you want to say solet’s hear it, Issei-kun.”

Blue eyes blinked at your request,shoulders sagging as he stared at his lap. “I…”

You sat straight, patientlywaiting for the Kamaitachi to gather his thoughts.

“I think…” He dug his fingers intothe fabric of his clothes, shaking his head to try and push away the stingingfeeling in his chest. “I think you need more rest.” Issei lifted his head,surprising you by suddenly standing up.

“Issei-kun?”

“I’ll go fetch some water so sleepin the meantime.” Issei replied, heading towards the door to open it.

“But—”

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.Ichiru’s with you…and so are the Lizz-kun so it’ll be fine.” He looked over hisshoulder to give you a kind smile, feeling his heart getting tugged by yourlonely expression. “Don’t worry about anything and get some rest, [Name]. Goodnight.”

And with that he closed the door,pressing his back against it while the night breeze kissed his cheeks.Releasing a breath, the young yokai took a few steps forward, raising hishead up to look at the moon—it’s pale light illuminating the area sobeautifully despite everything that happened.

You were right. There were a lotof things he wanted to say. But nothing he could possibly say could compare towhat he heard from you. Nothing he could say would change what had already happened orsway your heart.

He bit his lip at his ownpowerlessness. He wanted to be able to heal you like Shu could, or at least reprimand you like Tsubasa did and yet he couldn’t even stay by your side whenyou asked him to.

He wanted the very least to be ableto convey his own feelings.

He was angry with you for doingsomething so reckless but he was also relieved that you were alright. He wasalso angry with Dai, but he also knew full well that he would never hurt you onpurpose. Despite what he might say about you at times, there was no doubt Dai careddeeply for you.

Shu told him and Ichiru that justlike how there are good and bad yokai, there are good and bad humans. Given hispast experiences, he couldn’t say that he completely believed the Mizuchi butafter he met you, he found something even harder to believe. That humans andyokai could actually become friends—much less fall in love. That he himself would fall in love with one.

“…I was honestly thinking I was fine with getting eaten by Dai-san. I evenwelcomed it.”

He blinked in the darkness,closing his eyes to offer a silent prayer under the moonlight. Cerulean hues opened as the image ofthe Gashadokuro–who was probably the one suffering the most in all this–came to mind.

“To tell you the truth…Dai-san, I’m actually a little jealous. You really are a verylucky…but also a very pitiful person.”