#cross x night

[jayssillycreativitybox]

E (i swear i will explain—:”|)

[zu-is-here]

Not a temptation but an assumption ;D

[humans-are-tasty]

[sunnymainecoonx]

I don't think I ever published these so ig.....

There's a last one but err warning for gore and blood(mostly just ripping an arm off)

[nymori]

"At the end of everything, hold on to anything."

I've been wanting to do a Night in the Woods cross stitch since I first played the game, and after a lot of designing I came up with this. The idea is based on the two soundtrack album covers. I couldn't be more pleased with the results! [Pattern!]

[pocket-solas]

Lavellan approaching the Dread Wolf in the Fade like Moana and Te Fiti.

[jflemings]

Kyra and reader with Arsenal team " why both of you are in the tree ?" Thank you

— monkey see, monkey do

kyra cooney cross x arsenal!reader

ficlet

really, you should’ve known better.

there was no way that you should’ve completely trusted yourself to help your girlfriend out of a tree, especially with your debilitating fear of heights. kyra scaled it to retrieve a ball she kicked up into the branches and got stuck once she realised that she didn’t have a proper way to get down.

“oh my god” you whine into the rough bark “kyra”

“i’m sorry babe” she says to you with a grimace as she checks the time on her phone again “lessi said they weren’t far away”

you roll your forehead against the rough bark and let go a shaky sigh “i wish they’d get here faster” you mumble under your breath as kyra reaches around the trunk on the tree and lays her hand over your knuckles.

“i really am sorry, i thought i could get down by myself” she says quietly to you, her brown eyes big and apologetic.

shaking your head, you sigh again. “it’s not your fault. i should’ve thought about the fact that i’m afraid of heights”

kyra sends you a soft smile as her thumb rubs over your skin. your palms feel clammy and you screw your eyes shut so the world doesn’t spin.

“how have you done that, then?” a voice comes from below.

you crack an eye open to see a head of blonde hair “lessi” you breathe.

she sends you a small smile as lotte and emily come up behind her. lotte cocks her head and emily scratches her temple “why are both of you in a tree?” the american questions.

lotte approaches the trunk and puts her hand against it, attempting to reach your foot by stretching her hand up “y/n” she says softly “can you take my hand?”

you shake your head. kyra watches you carefully “i kicked a ball up into the tree and got stuck when i climbed up to get it. y/n followed me up when i got stuck”

emily clicks her tongue and follows lotte, standing directly under the branch you’re sat on. alessia nods at kyra’s explanation and follows your teammate’s lead, standing opposite emily and holding out her forearms to link them with emily’s.

“y/n if you grab lotte’s hand and swing your leg over the branch you can stand on lessi and i’s forearms” emily explains to you assuringly.

you hesitate for a moment before nodding and grabbing lotte’s outstretched hand. her fingers wrap around yours tightly and as she steadies herself against the trunk. kyra reaches back around the front of the tree and grabs your free hand while you swing your leg over the strong branch.

you hold onto your girlfriend’s hand for dear life “oh my god” you harshly whisper to yourself.

“it’s okay, lotte and i have got you”

alessia adjusts her feet and plants them further into the dirt “we’ve got you”

you breathe in and slowly shuffle your butt off the branch. you come off the branch enough for lotte to grab your forearm with her other hand, her iron grip telling you that she has absolutely no intention of you falling. slowly you lower your right leg onto emily and lessi’s forearms, relishing in the stable feeling. your left follows suit until you’re stood on their arms.

once you get out of reach kyra let’s your hand go and watches lotte swap her hold on your hand and arm to onto your waist. she lifts you off your teammate’s arms and plants you firmly on the ground.

“holy fucking shit” you breathe heavily as you feel solid ground beneath you “jesus christ”

lotte runs a hand down your back “see? not that bad”

you roll your eyes and turn around to see alessia and emily standing under kyra in the same position as before. kyra has a little bit of an easier time getting down; she throws the ball she retrieved down onto the ground before planting both hands beside her on the branch and pushing her butt off. lotte holds her securely as well and guides her onto the secure arms of your friends, only letting go when she jumps off them.

she goes straight to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders “i am so sorry” she says into your hair as she kisses her temple “i should’ve thought about the fact that you’re scared of heights before asking you to help me”

you shake your head smiling and pull away from her “it’s okay kyra, seriously”

“thank god that’s done” alessia says as she rubs her arms. she flicks the ball up to her chest and drops it onto a raised knee, bouncing it lotte’s way “who’s up for some icecream?” she questions to the group.

kyra’s already dragging you off towards her car, kissing your cheek repeatedly “my treat” she says to you cheekily

“it better be” alessia sing-songs as she skips beside the two of you. behind the three of you, lotte and emily kick the ball back and forth as they walk.

“nuh uh” kyra waves a finger in the lionesses’ face “my treat for my brave, selfless, loving, gorgeous, talented girlfriend. not for you, miss russo”

“call it compensation” alessia smiles “for my forearms”

[qininqinin]

Cross is not the type to indulge himself on anything. Especially when it comes to his own desires. So he shares one with his lover and he doesn’t believe that they will act on it.

They’re slipping a muzzle onto Cross. His face is entirely covered in purple blush. Blown out heart shaped eyelights while he pants heavily as it is secured to his face. Letting out a pathetic whimper to show he’s thankful.

He is their good boy.

“Such a good boy~” they would coo as Cross let these pathetic whimpers out. His heart shaped eyelights fixed in their mouth, waiting for another praise. Anything for him to feel good.

He can't help but roll them as his lover strokes his cervical spine, sliding their hand down until they reach his last ribs with gentle scratches.

“What a good boy, you were so brave telling me about your desires, your secret depraved thoughts.” Cross whined when his muzzle was pulled with their free hand, tilting his head to the sides in a condensing motion. Their eyes never leave Cross' embarrassed purple face.

How Cross is absolutely mesmerized as they smile at him while his spine arch at the sudden grab motion their hand does in his cervical. Teasing him.

“You will be my good boy tonight, right?” And he can't help himself as he whimpers again, his hot breath coming out in gasps while his drool falls on the floor.

Cross is so thankful for having such an understanding lover.

[zu-is-here]

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[yuriyuruandyuraart]

the ultimate babygirl /silly /goofy, even

the guy the man ever y'all<3333

[semperamans]

benny invites you over to listen to records on this nifty new record player he got. you two sit on the carpet, shoes off, socked feet softly knocking into one another as the music plays and the breeze ruffles the curtains. sometime later benny’s head is in your lap and he’s singing, using your fist as a microphone :’( you share stories and cigarettes and before long your fingers are mapping his features: the swell of his cheek, the curve of his jaw, the slant on his nose and elvis is right you can’t help falling in love :(

[becca-e-barnes]

As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.

While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.

If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.

After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.

The tree is safe.

For now.

"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.

"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.

You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.

"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.

"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.

"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.

"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.

"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.

"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.

"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.

"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.

"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"

There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.

"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."

"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.

"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.

"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.

"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."

"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.

"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.

"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.

Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.

"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.

He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.

"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.

"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.

Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.

"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.

"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.

"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.

"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.

"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."

He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.

His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.

Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.

"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.

If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.

That feels right.

"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.

You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.

"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.

Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."

The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.

When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.

"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.

[darkspellmaster]

Master Post for A Phantomhive in Night Raven College or one Hell of a Twisted Tale

So If you're looking for the story, Here is the master post with all the Chapters broken up in to groups. I hope this helps, and also if you want to skip over say the Long Halloween, you can.

Main Arcs are linked, All Vignettes are in-between Chapters.

Summary:

Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Watchdog, has seen some serious situations in his short life, and always had control over them, but he never once believed he would find himself in a world where all his skills and charms would be useless to him. Now, tossed through a gateway to a Twisted world where magic abounds, can the young Earl Phantomhive manage to survive going to Night Raven College, and unravel the mystery of why he was set there, and how to get back home.

A, mostly, Cannon Compliant, crossover of Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji and Twisted Wonderland.

Chapters (Only Beginning and Endings)

Welcome to the Villain's World Ciel

Chapter 1 / Chapter 6

The Rose Red Tyrant

Chapter 8 / Chapter 24

The Usurper of the Wilds

Chapter 25 / Chapter 46

The Phantom Bride

Chapter 47 / Chapter 57

Halloween is Coming

Chapter 58 / Chapter 61

Halloween: Terror is Trending

Chapter 65 / Chapter 130

Halloween: Spectral Soirée

Chapter 131 / Chapter 156

Merchant of the Depths

Chapter 157 / ?????

Chapter 165:Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, A Deal with a Devil

Chapter 166: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Splashing Encounter

Chapter 167: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Scheming

Chapter 168: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Water-logged Misfortune

Chapter 169: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Shocking

Chapter 170: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Marred

Chapter 171: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Advantageous

Chapter 172: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Brainstorming

Chapter 173: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Dastardly Heist.

Chapter 174: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Gone Fishing

Chapter 175: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Jousting with a Kraken

Chapter 176: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Lonely Pot

Chapter 177: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Packing and Unpacking

Chapter 178: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Late Night Conversations

Chapter 179: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Interventions

Chapter 180: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Enter Dream World

Chapter 181: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, First Time Riding

Chapter 182: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, It’s a Small World

Chapter 183: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Everything Goes Up And Down

Chapter 184: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Learning to Steer

Chapter 185: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Screamin’ in Space.

Chapter 186: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Traversing the High Seas

Chapter 187: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Tally Ho

Chapter 188: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Sunset Screaming

Latest Chapter

Chapter 189: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Goalie

Chapter 190: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Shooting for a Picture Perfect Dance

Chapter 191: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Game, Set, Whack that Mole

Chapter 192: Merchant of the Depths–That Butler, Spun out.

Have questions, just shoot me an ask. Happy to answer it.

Discord for those interested in it.

[aimbutmiss]

Loving them was RED

[hollygl125]

Sara Sidle + Gil Grissom + whatever it takes to get some time together with the bees. 🐝 Insp.

[osvald-linds]

It's all sweet until Crowle discover that Aziraphale got the sexy Wolf villager on his island and wont give it to him

He start by stealing fruits and then he will do much worse