#not tagging this shit I don't want the wider world to perceive me

[ptolemaeverbloom]

welcome 2 my sick and twisted mind

what is up im cassian (he/him) im 21 and i deadass forget that tumblr exists nowadays but it's fine it's so fine IM TRYING MY BEST.

ice nine kills lover w/ 20+ fics to prove it apparently (god help me) + occasional sleep token & spiritbox writer.

i used to be hella into hollywood undead but only 2 of my fics for them are still up on my account & active (the time is now if ur reading this im sorrh i havent updated you in almost 4 years pls stop haunting me i swear i havent forgotten)

i got that audhd trans guy rizz but ONLY if you like weird ppl. otherwise im just kind of embarrassing.

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my username is a mash of ptolemaea by ethel cain & the lyric "knowing my face in ever bloom" from false meridian by invent animate. WOE infodump be upon ye and all that

[rreskk]

Hey would you possibly consider doing a Trevor X trans guy smut it's totally cool if you don't wanna but I'd love to see one because your writing is so good if not tho I hope you have a great day/night :) <3

---A/N: Of course >:) I hope this is good!

Summary: Trevor has eyes for a certain fellow and he's troublesome to get some action TW: Smut

You massaged your beard as you waited for your drinks to be served. With time to spare, you glanced around the strip club and watched from afar, desperate to feel synced with the energy around the room. You came here to excuse yourself from work, experiencing a long and hard week that you've earned the night to unleash yourself into the world of lust and sex.

As soon as the bartender served your drink, it was cooling to sip on the liquor, savouring the flavour of strength and intoxication. While you privately drank to reach a certain level of social energy, a dirty, almost disturbing old man sat beside you on the stool. He grimaced to himself and demanded some shots, protesting his 'uncontrollable horniness'.

Awkwardly adjusting yourself away, the stranger noticing your intensions and smirked sideways. He lifted a small cup to his lips and threw his head back, gulping down the liquid as he held strong eye contact with your nerve-wracking ones.

"Like what you see, handsome?"

You went to ignore his strange demeanour when he reached forward, passing your one of his vodka shots. His smirk grew wider at your confusion.

"What?" He jerked, "You don't want no booze with old Trevor?"

Having the urge to decline, you felt pressured and ended up downing more than one shots to your dismay. The guy, assumably called Trevor, tag tailed behind you when you tried to excuse yourself. His antagonising voice followed you around the club, catcalling and trying to submit to your submission.

"What do you want?" You suddenly raved as Trevor kiddingly leaned against the edge of the table, opposing a threatful smile.

"What do I want?" He cackled, "I'm high as a kite and horny as fuck. I just want you to jerk me off into a cup."

Disgusted, you turned your back until he scoffed at your stubbornness. Unlike every other guy he encounters, you are quite strong and dominant when facing him.

"I was kiddin'." Trevor cooed.

Disarming your prejudice, you patted him on the shoulder.

"Sorry man, I've just been stressed out and shit. No hard feelings, right?"

Trevor remained pessimistic of your statement and grew closer to you, physically. His nose was inches away from you. He glared into your eyes and began chuckling. The discomfort of smelling his warm breath made your stomach coil and twist.

"We don't allow stressed out people in this club..." Trevor winked, "It's against the policy. Why don't I give you a lovely lady?"

Breathing out nervously, you held out your hand and rejected him once again.

"I'm not into... Ladies," You opposed, "I was hoping to meet some guys around here."

The man gazed into your eyes dizzily. The alcohol consumption seemed to be taking an effect almost urgently. He hummed at your confession and smiled.

"We don't have male strippers here, pretty boy... There is only me. The fuckin' boss."

Reaffirming your sanity, Trevor enclosed your privacy and perceived a warm smirk. He was waiting for you to answer.

"Are you taking the piss?" You nervously asked.

He shook his head, "I'm not taking the fuckin' piss. I'll happily fuck you up, big boy. Now are you in this or not?"

The maniac's delightful words sent shivers down your spine. He foretold your desires almost perfectly yet you didn't want to delude a random pervert into messing with your private business.

"Listen man," You glared, "You freaky as fuck, alright? I want no funny business. I actually need to blow off some steam."

"Be my fuckin' guest!" Trevor lastly implied with desperate needs. He had not moved a centimetre away from you. "A hole is any fuckin' hole. I need to fuck something."

Aspiring to wake up anywhere but this guys bed, you mistakenly swallowed and nodded your head. If it wasn't for the dirt and craziness, he would be a handsome guy. That's what you told yourself when he lured you into the backgrounds, forgetting to lock his door.

Trevor threw off his shirt and adjusted the bulge in his trousers. You didn't want to be questioned again, slowly stripping until you were just in your underwear. The long scar marks that were resting slightly below your nipple reddened at how hot you grew. Trevor's cold hands soon warmed your body up suddenly. He somehow snuck behind and held you close, his fingers grazing your chest hair that followed from your belly button, to your pantie lines.

"Fuck, you are boiling." He whispered in your ear.

"It was hot near the bar," You grunted as he moved his hands down your stomach, "Listen man, dirty talk all you want, I want to cum then I'm leaving."

Trevor breathed out a chuckle, "You are using me for the sakes of my dick, handsome?"

You rolled your eyes and bent over the desk, grinding your ass against Trevor's heavy dick that twitched when being in contact with you. He whined and pulled down our underwear, lining himself up before pushing in.

You both moaned. While Trevor animalistically winced and groaned, you panted at his entry. You didn't expect him to be huge. It just kept on coming.

"Fuck, this feels good."

His pace began speeding up and Trevor's cock was already on it's last straw. You hoped he wouldn't cum before you, as it would defeat the point of agreeing to this situation.

His moans grew louder and louder. His hands gripped onto your well-defined back and began outlining your muscles with his fingers. The sensation absolutely destroyed you from the inside and out. As he was hammering away, the softness of his touch drove you crazy.

"Fuck." You lowly grunted, face fully hitting the desk at Trevor's roughness. It was unbelievably pleasurable.

"You'll never fuckin' regret this!" Trevor panted.

Something made you explode as you limby wfell when reaching your climax, falling against Trevor who allowed himself to squirt his fluids onto your admirable back.

"Yeesssss!" He moaned, "I fuckin' love you!"

Respirating for air, Trevor's chest firmly exploited your back and you both stood there in silence. His mouth could be felt moving, adjusting, scraping your naked neck.

"Come by more, will ya?"

With a pathetic nod of your head, you had agreed.

[alo-piss-trancy]

(( A Dead Dove Warning before anything else: please read the tags on the ao3 post to decide if this fic is for you!

ALSO BIG PLOT SPOILERS FOR D/R TR/IGGER HAP/PY HA/VOC!!!

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'For the mission to succeed, M/ukuro I/kusaba must look like, talk like, and behave like J/unko E/noshima, or at least the J/unko E/noshima her classmates perceive the Ultimate Model to be... But no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to manage a perfect mirror. She's always a little off. An ugly, distorted reflection. Just as she's always been.

J/unko offers to help her with that. Especially when it comes to the most important part of being a convincing double and manipulating their classmates...

M/ukuro I/kusaba is getting everything she's ever wanted. And it's far more than she bargained for...'

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So this is an odd fic to post during this month lmao, it wasn't what I was planning, just what draft got finished first haha. Some good old-fashioned Despaircest that was supposed to be for FemFeb. It's unhealthy, it's angsty, and it's smutty. The trifecta of my personal garbage fire 🔪💔🔥💅

I can't believe this ship is canon. I was already shipping it anyway but I love that it is. J/unko is such an impeccable villain and M/ukuro makes me so sad. It's perfect. ))

PREVIEW: This felt strange. She'd yet to really investigate down there since J/unko had made her wax everything bare. The skin had only really healed in the last week, and while she'd admittedly thought about it in curiosity, she'd never had the time (or nerve) to go through with it. She'd worn skirts for school before, but not this short, and not with her legs completely smoothed, and with her scars covered in waterproof makeup. It was a foreign body, and she'd never felt so vulnerable.

Her reflection's eyes were boring into her, with a smirk that was growing wider with every heartbeat. Her fingers formed a 'V' and pulled delicate pink folds apart. A blooming rose if she'd ever seen one, with the faintest trail of nectar already seeping out. Careful to only use the pad of her thumb, J/unko sought out the bud at the top, caressing it fondly. 

Every stroke sent another shudder up her spine, her breath growing uneven. Her eyes threatened to slip closed, but she fought the impulse, even as her strokes grew rougher, sloppier. Waves of pleasure washed through her, her hands trembling as she started to dip a cautious finger inside. 

"God, your cunt's wetter than a slobbering dog's mouth… Which makes sense, since you're always looking at me like a slobbering dog."

Her hand froze mid-stroke, the flames that had started to stoke in her stomach wavering. In one icy breath, J/unko had threatened to blow them out. "I-I do?"

"Oh come on, don't try to play dumb, you dumbass! This is your freakin' wet dream, isn't it? I've seen the way you used to sneak peeks when I was changing. You thought you were quiet in the bathroom, or under your covers at night, but I could totally hear you rubbing one out. In love with your own sister…" J/unko broke from her position and leaned forwards, all big eyes and a pouting mouth as she put on her cutesie persona. "Youw sweet, innowcent wittlew sistew!" As the aching, burning shame crept into her core, a sharp cackle erupted from the true blonde, echoing around the room. "YOU SICK, TWISTED FUCK!!!" The snake's tongue hissed at her, and the worst part was, it only stoked the fires in her core to burn hotter. She wanted that tongue deep between her legs, no matter how much nausea churned in her stomach. "God knows I've done some messed up shit, but at least I never fantasized about molesting a little girl! You are so goddamn gross!"

She could argue with J/unko. She could point out that, yes, while she was the older of them, they were in the same grade, for one. That they were twins. She could point out that if their goal was to create a world of beautiful despair, a world without any morals, then there technically wouldn't be any laws about incest anymore. Or same sex relationships. And even if there were, when had they ever cared about following laws, or the social rules of common decency?

But she said none of those things. She said nothing, letting the lashing whip that was J/unko E/noshima's seductive, acidic voice strip away every part of her. She took every fresh mark against her pride, let her sister rip her apart until there were tears on her cheeks and her chest felt like it was bleeding. 

And then, she found the pain in her chest belonged to the black, high-heeled boot pinning her to the floor. J/unko leered over her, and she tried to keep her eyes on the face above instead of the naked mound the skirt had ridden up to reveal. 

"You really do love being my bitch, don't you?" J/unko sneered. "That's the difference between us. I take charge. All you know how to do is serve whoever's holding you by the collar." And J/unko probably would have choked her by the collar too, if only they didn't have to avoid visible bruising. "Even now, you were only touching yourself because I ordered you to. I bet you haven't done anything in this outfit yet, even though you were itching to… Why not?" 

She couldn't find an answer, not one that would make sense to J/unko, at least. It was just as well that she couldn't, because J/unko didn't give her a chance to speak. Instead, the boot's weight was suddenly removed from her, and her sister dropped down to a crouch, snatching both of her wrists with one hand and pulling them over her head. She could have broken out of the grip as easily as breathing. Well, more easily, because breathing, it seemed, was suddenly a herculean task. She didn't break from J/unko's grip. 

"You really are useless for everything except for fighting..." J/unko sighed, looking incredibly disappointed, boredom draining whatever flush sex had brough to her cheeks earlier. Empty blue eyes stared down. "We'll never teach you anything at this rate. It's not sinking through your thick skull��� You were sloppy and too forceful, you didn't match my face at all. Even porno actors would think you looked stupid and over the top."

"Sorry."

"Shut up. I don't wanna hear your mouth open unless it's a fucking orgasm."