#so that your mouth takes trey deeper

[merakiui]

omg getting tag teamed by trey and cater while drunk in these tags !! your brain is massive as always 🫶🫶

also cater getting serious orz i never knew i needed mean(er) cater in my life but i'll 100% be brainrotting about that for the forseeable future!!!

[also trey changing the flavor of his own shots in the original drunk reader post. he's so mean >:o!! (i love him still)]

Yes!!! Just two kind and helpful upperclassmen helping you when you’re drunk. <3 aren’t they so sweet?

Serious Cater is always so fun to think about. I love the idea of him dropping his outgoing, extroverted side and becoming more colder or less cheerful when you’re drunk because you’re too intoxicated to realize the shift, so you won’t ask any questions if his tone isn’t what you’re used to. It’s such a shock to hear him sound anything less than cheery, but I think it’s so good to think about. orz I love a serious Cater who doesn’t have to keep up any masks when you’re drunk.

Trey is so sneaky. (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) !!!! His UM is very useful during drinking games because he can trick you into drinking more simply by changing the taste so it will go down easier. And you would not expect him to do such a thing because he has such a kind face and he is so patient and sweet. But it is exactly that type you have to watch out for!! (I also love him despite his mischievous behavior hehe.)

[mauvecherie-writes]

FREAKTOBER 04 | terry richmond.

RATING: 18+ NSFW mature. [not my best writing I will admit.]

🎀 FREAKTOBER MASTERLIST 🎀

A loud moan escaped before you could stop it. A deep chuckle came from behind you as he pressed his chest into your back which pushed him deeper into you. His large hand came to your neck and gripped it to turn your head.

“You’ve got to be quiet baby.” Terry spoke into your ear with a teasing tone in his voice. “You don’t want the party to hear you getting fucked, do you?”

“Then stop fucking me so good then.” You whispered back. You felt the smirk on his lips against your cheek before he placed a kiss on it.

“Sorry, I can’t do that.” Terry said. “I have to make sure that I have you coming back for more.” His free hand then came to the lower part of your back and pushed down to arch you forward.

As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you thought about how dirty this whole situation was. Getting fucked in your brother’s guest bathroom by his new friend.

You didn’t care about the optics of it all as his dick was pushing through your tight pussy and touching spots your past lovers could not reach. Damn it all, all you wanted and needed in that moment was for Terry to keep doing what he was doing.

He groaned against your shoulder, kissing and nipping sat your flushed skin before letting his hand drop from your neck to your chest to cup your exposed breast into his large palm.

From your bent position, you tried your best to push back against his thrusts, squeezing your walls around him each time he pulled his dick out. You smiled at the change of pattern in his breathing as your hips moved in perfect rhythm.

“This pussy is so good, shit.’ He managed to stutter out. You looked back and the intense gaze of his molten grey eyes that drew you in initially sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“Fuck me harder.” You begged. You held on the forearm of the hand that was on your waist. At the back of your mind, you had began panicking about the time. You knew that you had been gone for close to ten minutes and very soon, your brother was going to be looking for you.

Pure adrenaline was rushing through your veins as Terry drove into your pussy harder and faster. His pounding was infectious and it was making you dizzy from the pleasure.

“Kiss me.” You whimpered and Terry did not need telling twice as he pulled you back, curving your back even further so that you could meet his lips. You moaned into his mouth as you deepened the kiss, your tongue teasing his.

“I”m about to cum.” You whispered as your muscles tightened as your orgasm was close.

“Cum for me, baby.” He whispered against your lips. “Let me feel you drench this dick.” His words didn’t stop as he also felt his climax approaching. As you cunt clenched around him, you crashed your lips into his to muffle your whines as your pussy pulsated around him as you came.

That brought his climax forward.

Terry pulled out of you just in time for him to spill on your ass cheeks.

You stayed still until he moved behind you to grab some tissues and began cleaning up the mess that the both of you had made. Once the top of your dress was back in place, you turned around and Terry placed his hands on either side of you.

“Are you going to give me back my underwear?” You asked as you soothed out the creases of his t-shirt.

“Nah, those are mine now. Need something to remember you by.”

“Stick around and you won’t need a token reminder.”

“Yeah.” He dragged out the word as if he was thinking. “I think I’ll be sticking around a little longer.” He murmured, licking his lips before he reached forward. But just as he was about to kiss you once more, knock came to the bathroom door.

Your breath ceased in your throat.

“Aye Terry! You okay in there?” The voice of your brother came through which forced your eyes shut as you tried to keep still.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I was just taking some time alone. I’ll be out in a minute.” Trey quickly responded.

“Cool. Have you seen my sister? She just disappeared.”

“Um, on my way in I saw her walking somewhere with her phone. It looked pretty urgent.”

“Probably that new guy that has her nose in her phone lately.” Your brother said. You had to bite your lip to stop the laughter that wanted to come out. “See you out there.”

“Aight man. See you out there.”

Once your brother moved away from the door, the laugh that had been trapped within your throat spilled out.

“So, I had you smiling down at your phone huh?” Terry asked with a smirk of confidence on his face which caused you to roll your eyes playfully and you pushed him away by his shoulder.

“You’re not that funny.” You mumbled trying not to boost his ego even further. Losing your control and pulling him into the bathroom at a barbecue was already enough for his pride.

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[twstafterdark]

A big boy deserves a treat

Author’s Note: Not me writing this while on my cycle and feeling horny…

Content: bj | riding | missionary

Jack

Jack, much to the envy of his peers, has the fattest cock in his whole dorm. He doesn’t really realize how big it is until one of his roommates checks him out on a bathroom run, turning the other way in silent disgrace. He didn’t think that his own manhood was that of a big deal, yet he was already embarrassed from circulating rumors.

As his lover, you were acutely aware of Jack's endowment; you'd catch him on a morning jog with his manhood outlined by the front of his pants. Such an image burns itself in the forefront of your mind, a warm sensation tingling in your nether regions.

The sheer sight of Jack’s member at full mast is more than enough to elicit a warm sensation by your nether region, veins pulsating a steady vigor, beads of precum dripping from the crevice. You find yourself licking your lips, ready to devour such cock into your being.

“Give it to me, Jack,” Your voice laces with lust as you open your legs for your lover to plunge his girthy length in. To say you were needy for Jack was an understatement; you craved his presence desperately, seeking his warmth like a plant seeking water. He closes in, plunging his manhood into you, eliciting muffled squeals from you as you nearly reach euphoria. Yet, he manages the tip, his face contorts to that of craven pleasure. “I’m coming in, [Reader].” Strong arms lock onto hips as he further sheathes himself deeper into your warmth. Tighter and tighter goes your grip as you can feel his entirety find itself into your being. You can’t help but gasp out his name, anticipating the moment he begins to rock his hips.

“You’re inside me, my love.” You venture a smile, tracing the connection between you and Jack, the tool pumping inside you. Jack returns the smile, nuzzling against your cheek as he leaves a gentle kiss by your shoulder. ”I’m going to move now.” Sensing nothing but the thrilling ride of pleasure, you lock your legs behind his back and wrap your arms around his shoulders, all with a dangerous look on your features. “Give me all of it, my love.”

Trey

Trey has a delicious dick that faintly tastes and smells like vanilla, that his lover would deepthroat it all just for a taste. Matter of fact, he loves the feeling of his cock in your mouth, pleasuring warmth sending shivers down his spine. He didn’t really talk much about his livelihood in the sheets; rather, he’d prefer if you didn’t have to point it out all the time - he gets flustered when you start admiring his manhood and kiss every itch of it. The moment you take in all of him in your mouth, Trey lets out a deep, guttural groan, your warmth catching him by surprise.

Your tongue a sort of magic playing with his tool, Trey shudders under your spell, a string of curses rolling from his lips as he feels you teasing his length with vigor. A sneaky hand grasps at your throat, feeling for your lover’s girth as you widen your jaw for Trey. Strong hands grip your head tightly, keeping you at bay from whatever devious behavior you might do to him. You clasp onto his hips, letting him fuck your mouth with vigor, enrapturing his cock with nothing but your gaping lips and tongue.

“[Reader], I’m cumming!” He bucks his hips oh-so-slightly, his cock hitting the back of your throat with ease. You can only wait for his release, feeling his cock swell in your mouth. Tension unfurls in tendrils of cum in your mouth, the taste of bitter sweetness overflowing. Trey unsheathes his cock from your mouth, smoothing strands of your hair gently as an amused smile graces his lips. By then, you take in his essence, greedily licking your lips as you absorb his taste.

“Delicious.” You hum excitedly, earning a light-hearted comment from Trey. “You didn’t have to swallow it..” He helplessly watches you open your mouth to reveal nothing by the base of your tongue, your flawless teeth a perfect sight otherwise.

Sebek

Sebek has an insecurity that he can never tell his roomates: his dick is abnormally large for someone his age. Given his half-fae, half human lineage, his endowment can be described as an absolute unit to an outsider’s perspective. An abnormal length for a human, his manhood was so girthy that anyone who saw would be put to shame.

He struggles to put it into use, letting his hip buck tirelessly against the flesh of your ass, pleasure coming forth as tears threaten to fall from the corner of his eyes. You urge him to keep going, knowing quite well of Sebek’s potential in bed. His throat burns with more whines, pants rolling off his lips as he attempts to quicken his pace, your warmth addicting.

You thought of another idea, pushing Sebek down to the bed while shifting yourself up, a position perfect for riding Sebek’s cock. “[Reader]..” He groans, his hands drifting to your hips as soon as you recover your place onto his manhood. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you. Just breathe in and enjoy yourself, okay?” You coax him, pressing kisses down his jawline and cheek. His handsome features that could make one swoon from a glance turn sultry with sweat crowning his minty locks, lust melting his bronze eyes to a smoldering gaze.

You were ready to eat him all up, a devious thought slips in your thoughts as you rock your hips rhythmically, sending a chorus of groans from your lover. All sorts of pleasure contort his features as you play tricks in your magic, cooing him as you felt waves of pleasure shudder down your spine.

The more he endured, the tighter his grip on your hips, leaving marks around your love handles. This position was perfect, feeling all of Sebek sheathe in your innards, a bulge pulsating by your stomach. It takes more than a singular motion to launch Sebek into a sobbing mess, his hips bucking wildly under you as you struggle to match his rhythm, the vulgar sound of skin slapping skin permeating the room. “Oh Sebek!” A squeal leaves your lips as you can fathom stars by your vision. He answers with grunts, biting down his lip as he too can feel the rush of euphoria fast approaching. You latch onto him, wanting more of his seed milked inside you.

[cupids-chamber]

HOW I FEEL WITH YOU? WELL I... he blurted out an answer, 'maybe he should have thought twice about his answer'

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

" I LOVE YOU. "

The words came out bluntly, without much of a thought, as if it was a known fact, the way your eyes widened took him back, and only then did the man comprehend what he had just said, "Was that too blunt.. I— thought you knew.." he asked, losing his blunt composure slightly, his words gentle and soft, hoping he didn't alarm you in any way with the direct confession.

— ACE TRAPPOLA, floyd leech, MALLEUS DRACONIA, jack howl, ROOK HUNT

" I WANT TO LOVE YOU. "

He pondered on the question, 'How did he feel about you?'... looking at it.. he couldn't explain it.. he felt comfortable around you, your presence filled him up with joy, and most definitely brought a smile on his face, it felt as if everything felt better when he was around you.. He couldn't help but catch glances of you, in-between classes.. Having your attention on him, was something that.. made him feel strange.. but not in a bad way.. a comfortable way.. he blurted out the answer before he could finish thinking, unable to comprehend how he's already fallen deeper then he could've imagined, for you..

— DEUCE SPADE, epel felmier, VIL SCHOENHEIT, silver

" I THINK, I LOVE YOU. "

Slightly confused, he'll say the words softly, in a calm manor, unable to sort out the overload of feelings that course through him when he's around you.. He's not used to this, he may never grow used to this.. yet he can't help but feel fulfilled and so very warm when he's with you, his words getting stuck in his throat when you slick your hair back, he can't take his eyes off of you.. so he can't help but conclude.. "I think, I love you.."

— RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, ruggie bucchi, JADE LEECH

" I LIKE YOU.. NO I LOVE YOU! "

The words fell out of his mouth effortlessly, it even took him a moment to comprehend what he just said, as his eyes widened ever so slightly, he averted his gaze from you quickly, turning his head away.. avoiding direct eye contact with your confronting gaze.. a slight flush washed over him, as he tries to think of an excuse..

— KALIM AL-ASIM, trey clover, SEBEK ZIGVOLT

" I COULD LOVE YOU. "

He felt conflicted, trying his best to avoid your questioning gaze, aching for an answer.. he wished truly that he could confront these emotions he felt, and just tell you.. flat out.. it was odd.. it was as if the walls he built up, throughout the two of yours friendship, came crashing, as he uttered the words, stopping mid sentence unable to finish the rest of his words, not ready to confront or tackle his emotions.. "I-i could lover you—"

— LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, azul ashengrotto, CATER DIAMOND, jamil viper, IDIA SHROUD, lilia vanrouge

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[karvroom]

10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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⇦ 003. French is the Language of Love

004. An Idiot with Money

"Did I or did I not tell you it was pointless?" Sero sassed as he moved the scalpel down the frog's stomach, careful to not slice any deeper than the skin. "No one will go out with her."

During lunch, Kirishima recruited Sero to help him find someone to go out with you for the better chance of him and Mina going on a date. Sero managed to snag some guys, setting them up for the question they never thought they would hear: "Will you go out with (Y/N) Ashido?"

"You're joking, right?"

"Maybe if we were the last people on Earth."

"How much you gonna pay me?"

The range of responses were pretty harsh to say the least. It was hopeless trying to find someone willing to take you on a date. If only no one at the school was intimidated by your wicked attitude and vulgar vocabulary.

Why did the girl Kirishima like have to have the most difficult sister of the century? In addition, a strict father. He was devastated by the results of his scouting, starting to feel a headache from the amount of stress he endured. Kirishima knew giving up wasn't ideal but they had tried just about every possible candidate.

A lump formed in his throat, watching Sero poke and prod at the insides of the dead frog on the tray. They were in anatomy, which wasn't Kirishima's first choice for a science class. He felt queasy just looking at roadkill. His eyes averted from the sight, finding it impossible how Sero could play with the insides of a deceased creature so senselessly.

The red-head squinted his eyes, seeing a blonde boy whip out a pocket knife from his own pocket. He was pretty sure that was illegal but gawked at the stranger, intrigued by the sight. The blonde flicked his wrist, the blade flying out of its protective frame. With a BANG the boy drove the blade down the frog's body, revealing its intestines. Kirishima quirked a brow, coming up with a brilliant idea.

"Hey, hey, what about him?" Kirishima tapped Sero's arm, snapping the ravenette out of his own world. He pointed at the intimidating blonde behind Sero.

Sero curiously turned around, only to swing his body back to face Kirishima. Sero looked almost offended by his friend's suggestion. When he pictured you and Bakugo in the same room, all he could see was the walls painted red. "Him? No, don't—don't look at him, okay? He's a criminal. I heard he lit a state trooper on fire. He just did a year in Shimane Asahi."

"Well, at least he's horny." Kirishima joked, eyes lingering on the mysterious male behind Sero.

"I'm serious, man. He's whacked." Sero whispered, careful not to alert any one of who he was talking about. "He sold his own liver on the black market for a new set of speakers."

Bakugo flipped the gas switch on in the lab. A large flame shot out from the pipe, causing his science partner to jump back in fear. The blonde placed a Marlboro red in his mouth, leaning just enough over the counter for the cigarette to light. Sero was repulsed by the sight.

Meanwhile, Kirishima was intrigued by the specimen; observing as Bakugo's partner took the cancer stick out of his mouth, pushing the tip against a trey to burn out the tobacco. "He's our guy."

Later in mechanics class, Bakugo had been creating a masterpiece from his hard work.

"Hi, how you doin'." Kirishima confidently spoke to the brute through the steam produced by Bakugo's project. "Listen, I—"

A drill interrupted the boy's sentence, he looked down at the French book he carried in his two hands. A hole was being drilled by Bakugo, right in the center of the Eiffel Tower.

Kirishima couldn't lie, he was somewhat intimidated by the guy, afraid how much Bakugo would sell his liver for. "Okay. Later, then."

"How do we get him to date (Y/N)?"

"I don't know." Kirishima sighed, shaking his head side to side as his friend observed the giant hole in the book. "I mean, uh, we could pay him, but we don't have any money."

"Yeah, well, what we need is a backer." Sero spoke, slamming the book on the table while turning to Kirishima, who looked utterly confused by his words. The raven haired boy sighed, "Someone with money who's stupid."

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Sero had the bright idea of roping in Denki Kaminari somehow. Kirishima patted Sero on the back for luck, staying back to allow a better chance of Kaminari coming in clutch.

Sero inhaled deeply before marching over to Kaminari's lunch table in the cafeteria. Confidently, he took a seat right next to the blonde boy, who was drawing a rack of boobs on a yellow lunch tray. The table went silent as Sero settled into his spot.

"Is that a peach Fruit Roll-Up?" Sero asked, staring at the homemade lunch Ojito brought to school. The nervous boy reached his hand out for the sweet treat. "Because you don't see many—"

Sero was abruptly cut short by Ojiro grabbing his wrist. His heart stopped, he felt his head was about to explode with anxious thoughts swirling in his mind. The sweet boy pulled his hand away, rubbing at the skin that would later be bruised.

"Are you lost?" Kaminari asked in a "concerning" tone. The blonde's face twisted into one of a sour grimace, surprised by the boldness this kid had to sit at his table, to talk to his friends, but most of all, talk to him.

"No. Actually, I just came by to chat."

"We don't chat."

"Well, actually, I thought that I'd run an idea by you, just to see if you're interested." Sero proposed, using his hands as he talked. Before Kaminari could speak, Sero cut him off, trying to at least pitch his thoughts. "Well, hear me out. Now, you want Mina, right?"

Kaminari grabbed Sero's face, but Sero didn't stop talking, he continued the conversation as casual as one could. He held the heat emitting from Kaminari's hands as they wrapped under his chin. He twisted the ravenette's head to the side. Using the same marker as he did on the tray, Kaminari started drawing on Sero's cheek.

"But she can't go out with you because her sister is this insane head case, and no one will go out with her, right?"

"Does this conversation have a purpose?" Kaminari asked in a bored tone, touching up the penis he drew on Sero's face. He added hair and veins, even debated on adding more detail to the balls.

"What I think you need to do is you need to hire a guy who'll go out with her. Someone who doesn't scare so easily." Sero pointed at a table in the distance where Bakugo and another guy sat. Kaminari's hands released from Sero's chin. He leaned back to admire his beautiful artwork.

"That guy?" Kaminari asked, brows furrowed. He observed as Bakugo ate his food, hungrily munching on the chicken served by the cafeteria. "I heard he ate a live squirrel once."

"Everything but the tail and the head. Clearly, he's a solid investment." Sero nodded his head, adding a smile to really add to the charming charisma.

"What's in it for you?"

"Hey, I'm walking down the hall and I say hello to you, you say hello to me." Sero chirped.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You're cool by association." Kaminari cleared his throat, nodding his head in clear understanding. "I'll think about it."

"Alright, cool." Sero said, he stood up from his spot, attempting to shake hands with Kaminari as a close out. When the blonde refused to touch his hand, Sero backed away, scurrying back to Kirishima.

"What are you doing getting him involved?" Kirishima stressed, walking with Sero towards the cafeteria exit.

"Relax, now. Relax. We let him pretend he's calling the shots. While he's busy setting things up, you have time with Mina." Sero calmly explained, over exaggerating his hand movements.

"That is a good idea." Kirishima admitted, a sly smile spreading across his face.

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⇨ 005. The Beginning of the End

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[adultish-momma]

Lunchtime Disagreements

Yuu and Ace get along for some very specific reasons. Unfortunately for Riddle, he is about to find out one of the things they have in common.

(Yuu on the other hand, has had a rough week. They woke up and chose violence. They will not be apologizing.)

A/N: Hi :)

Rule number 271: One must leave the table within 15 minutes of completing their lunch

"Yeah that's not going to happen."

Every Heartslabyul student around their lunch table seems to freeze, anxiously watching red rise to their housewarden's cheeks. Yuu on the other hand settles deeper into their seat, the picture of indolence. Grimm, always down for mischief, hops onto the tabletop, moving the empty Ramshackle lunch trays to the side so he can comfortably turn into a cat loaf in the smack middle of everybody. He shoots a satisfied shit-eating grin up at Riddle Rosehearts, delighting in the frustrated expression on the young man's face.

"Excuse me?"

The Ramshackle prefect finishes off their burger, and then calmly turns to give Riddle Rosehearts their full attention.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I'm good. Thanks but no." The prefect shoots the housewarden a polite smile before sipping on their carbonated beverage. The redhead blinked, thrown off by the other student's nonchalance of the subject.

"Suggestion... you can't just... the rules-"

"Are completely asinine, let alone inefficient and inapplicable to our current situation." They take another long sip of their drink while the older boy grows steadily redder.

"ASININE?!!"

"Mm-hmm" they hummed, bobbing their head in casual acknowledgment. Calmly setting down their drink, they raised their hand so they could count off for the Heartslybul Housewarden. "One, I am not a Heartslybul student. Therefore, your word is not my law."

Ace was trying very hard to hide his snickers at Riddle's grinding teeth. (He wasn't trying at all honestly but if anybody asks he's going to stick with his story thank you very much.)

"Two, this is not the Heartslybul dorm. There is no polite societal convention that demands I attempt to follow your dorm rules in the neutral territory that is the cafeteria."

Riddle now resembles a tomato, hair blending in with the color of his face. Deuce and Cater exchange nervous glances.

"Three, my next class is alchemy, and according to the time, the Alchemy Lab won't be open for at least 30 more minutes. So instead of staying here and, oh I don't know, getting ahead on my alchemy readings, you want me to leave. And do what, exactly?"

Trey was sweating in his seat. Tentatively, he reached out to the Ramshackle prefect, hoping to make this conversation just stop. "Hey, okay, I think you made your-"

"I'm not finished" they snapped, whipping around to glare at the Vice Warden's outstretched hand. When it dropped back to Trey's side, they turned back to the dorm leader. Riddle was seething, face so red that steam was quite literally going to rise from his face if someone poured water on him. And honestly, at this point, Yuu was kinda pissed too. So when Riddle opened his mouth to take advantage of the pause in their tirade, they stood up and crowded into his space, not willing to let this go until they said their piece.

"Your precious rules are more often than not completely senseless. Name me one benefit, one productive result, one good reason why rule 271 should be followed in every scenario, regardless of circumstance, and I'll take it all back."

They paused, to give Riddle a chance to rebuke them. They didn't pause longer than a second, but let the record show they did pause.

"You can't, can you? Because there are none. There is no good reason for your out-of-pocket rule. That's because it's an insane rule created by an insane woman."

"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

Students wearing rose-red armbands flinched in the courtyard, frantically searching for where their leader could be. It was a fearful response, fueled by the sheer anger they heard in his voice, but they were also curious about exactly what moron was capable of upsetting their mini tyrant so immensely. The Heartslybul students in the courtyard soon figured that since he wasn't in sight, Riddle must be tearing into someone still in the cafeteria. There was collective relief, but those students also sent up a collective prayer for the poor soul on the other side of their housewarden's unique magic.

Meanwhile, inside there's a flash where the freshman prefect was standing, bright light taking its time to dissipate from their silhouette. When it does, the cafeteria is silent, shock settling heavily in the atmosphere. Riddle, who had still been as red as his namesake, rapidly began to pale at the sight before him.

Yuu stretched their neck, with no collar on them to impede the motion. They slouched back into their seat, reaching over to begin petting Grimm behind his ears. The creature's body is forced to relax under the careful touches, his tense posture melting back into a content cat loaf. The prefect themselves are pretty content with the way this argument turned out, although... one last nail in the coffin couldn't hurt his ego any more than they already have.

"I don't have any magic Housewarden Rosehearts. 'Off With Your Head' is useless against me where there is nothing for your spell to contain. So if you want to effectively throw a tantrum next time I'm verbally kicking your ass..." Their eyes locked onto his stormy grey eyes, a small, conspiratorial smirk tugging at the corner of their lips.

"You're gonna need to turn that collar into a muzzle."

[rendy-a]

I llove your self aware twt au can I request for a part two of dorm magical? If it's okay to you!

There was never an idea so appealing to the cast of TWST as the idea of having a slumber party in the famed Ramshackle Dorm.  You’d get to actually sleep in that place blessed with so much of the Player’s attention.  When Crowley surprisingly agrees to allow it as a motivational tool for students, the cast rejoices!  Only, what sort of activities do you do at a slumber party in a magical dorm?

Choosing a bed

Everyone knows that there must be a room in Ramshackle that is THE BEST and everyone wants to choose that room.

Only, it isn’t quite clear what makes a room the best.  Clearly, they want the room the Player prefers but how can they determine which room that is?

Each student ends up in a different room.  Each choice is based on some trivial factor, like a board squeaking when they walked into the room, but that was clearly a sign from the Player to sleep there!  In the end, everyone is satisfied that they have secretly been chosen by the Player to stay in their FAVORITE room.

Azul hurries from room to room, understanding the need to quickly assess the value of each and make his choice ahead of the competition.  He goes quickly but still each other student he passes in the halls fills him with worry.  What if he doesn’t find the Player’s favorite room?  No one really understands what the great Player thinks, and you are unable to voice those thoughts directly. 

The anxiety blooms even deeper each time he hears a (hasty and negligent) student yell that they’ve claimed their room.  Why, Azul has barely been through half the rooms.  There is no way some slacker like Ace has been able to divine the Player’s preference faster than him after all his research into your Greatness!  “Give me a sign, please…” he mutters in desperation as he throws open the next door and enters a drafty room with a slight hole in the roof over the bed. 

It was damp and cold inside.  The bed was so waterlogged you might wonder if it was better to sleep on the floor.  Azul lets his eyes sweep over several dust-covered furniture pieces, searching for that hint of presence that would lead him to what he desires.  Suddenly a shutter on the broken window slams into the side of the house.  Azul jumps and tumbles into the soggy bed.  The chill and damp immediately surround him, but he is overjoyed by this turn of events.  “Ha ha!” he laughs joyfully, the anxiety leaving him, “You are so right, Player!  This is the perfect room for a mer from the Coral Sea.”  He flushes just a tiny bit as he mutters under his breath, “You know me so well…”  Then he shouts out to claim his room (the BEST ROOM)!

Making snacks

Everything tastes better when its burnt, right?  They want you to help so bad but you are a house and there isn’t really much you can do about it.  So maybe letting you be the one to decide when the popcorn was done wasn’t the best idea.

Strangely enough, everything does taste better when its been burnt…by the Player!  There are other snacks laid out, but everyone chooses one the Player ‘helped’ with.  It’s the taste of love?

The microwave dings and a cloud of black smoke comes rolling out when Trey opens it.  Riddle tentatively opens the bag of popcorn and pours it into the waiting bowl.  Or at least he tries too.  The burnt mass takes a little coaxing from the two Heartslabyul students to detach itself from its charred coffin.  A cabinet door swings open with a squeaky moan.  Riddle and Trey meet eyes and then Riddle nods.  “Right,” he says as he reaches into the bowl and pops a handful of charred popcorn into his mouth.

Riddle crunches the over-done popcorn in his mouth with a curious look on his face.  After a moment, having been unable to decipher the expression, Trey asks, “How does it taste?”  Instead of answering, Riddle passes Trey the bowl and the vice-dorm leader takes a sample of his own.  The same curious expression crosses his face, as though not exactly sure how the popcorn does taste.  After a silent moment where the crunching of popcorn is the only sound to be heard, Riddle swallows with some effort and gives a small cough into one gloved hand.  Then he offers slowly, “Like love?”  Trey chokes down his mouthful and nods in agreement, “I think you are onto something.  Great job, Player.”  Then he carefully sets a single kernel of burnt popcorn in the open cabinet (for the Player) before gently closing the cabinet door. 

Then they both went in for another mouthful.  It was actually good when you ignored the taste entirely and remembered it was made by the Player.  Quite good.

Games

Finding a game to plan can be a bit challenging.  No one is interested in playing any games that don’t include the Player…who is temporarily a house.  So all games must somehow include the dorm itself.

When Epel suggests 7 Minutes in Heaven, everyone is immediately onboard.  A search is put on to find just the right closet that has that “Player” feeling. 

When the bottle is spun, some lucky student then gets the privilege of sitting alone…in the closet.  But, it’s the Player’s closet!

Ruggie sits down carefully and gives Jack a thumbs up as the door closes, which earns him a deep frown from his junior.  “Keep it decent in there!” Jack admonishes as the darkness settles in.  “Sure thing, shishishishi!” Ruggie calls out.  Then his eyes narrow slowly, he was finally alone with the Player. 

He sits for a moment, unsure of how to continue.  Then, he decides a little conversation might be in order.  “So, you come here often?” he says before cringing.  “Of course you come here all the time.  It’s your house.  Forget I said that.”  When there is no mocking laughter in response, Ruggie sighs in relief.  “Thanks, Player, I knew you’d understand.”  Then he gently runs his hand over the dusty floorboards, feeling their cold smoothness.  Then he stills his hand, placing it possessively over a swirl in the woodgrain that catches his eye.  “Hey, Player,” he says quietly, “Mind if I tell you something a little secret?”  He rubs the floorboard softly, “I think you are pretty great.  I’ve always wanted to tell you that.”

The old floorboards squeak when he lays down, “Yeah, I feel it too.”  Then in a bit of a fluster he sputters, “Say, I don’t want to mess up the moment or anything but…oh damn, I don’t know how to say it but…can I…I mean…well, I’m going to kiss you now.”  When there is no objection from the closet, Ruggie flushes deep crimson and tips his head until his pursed lips make contact with the floor.  Then he smiles triumphantly and laughs in joy.  “That was perfect, Player.  So perfect,” he drapes an arm over his eyes but it does nothing to block out his enormous smile. 

A beep of an alarm is heard thought the muffled door and it is immediately thrown open by a disgruntled Sebek, “YOU THERE!  WHY ARE YOU MAKING THAT FACE?  I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN UP TO IN THIS CLOSET!”

Hide and seek (until morning)

As the night goes on, it’s harder and harder to find games that include the Player.  Even though it is a childish game, the cast agrees to Hide and Seek just because it gives you time alone in the dorm to bond with the Player.

They draw lots to decide on who is “it” for the game.  Silver gets the short stick and ends up being the first “seeker.”

This proves to be a bad decision as Silver finds no one before succumbing to sleep. 

No one cares as each student is perfectly content to lay in their hiding spot thinking about the Player until sleep claims them too.

Malleus wanders quietly in the gardens below Ramshackle dorm.  He hadn’t been invited to the great sleepover (of course), but he didn’t truly care.  Wandering in the moonlight with the Ramshackle dorm (and the Player) looming over him was far more enjoyable anyway.  The wind blew wildly across the field creating a series of creaks and groans from the old dorm.  Malleus supposes this is some form of language you share only with him.  He can’t yet decode it, but he would wander alone for hours to hear you talk so sweetly. 

A single light illuminates the halls of Ramshackle.  Perhaps the students have gone to bed?  He’d certainly not have given up such a precious opportunity so easily.  Malleus stands in the night contemplating the dorm and finally, his curiosity gets the better of him.  He glides carefully to the illuminated window and peers inside.  The main room of Ramshackle stands empty, the signs of earlier activities scattered about haphazardly.  A flickering light draws the fae’s eyes.  Cater lays behind a sofa smiling happily in his dream as his phone continues to play a video where it has fallen, still gripped loosely in hand. 

But where are his retainers?  The thought crosses his mind and takes hold enough for him to choose to seek them out.  Levitating gently to the second story, Malleus peers into a window to see Silver slumped over on a bed.  Some sheets are still clutched in his hand as though he was in the act of pulling them back when he was overtaken by slumber.  Although not in any conventional sort of sleeping form, the way he was nestled on the bed seemed rather cozy.  Feeling a gaze upon him, Malleus lets his eyes drift up to where he can make out Lilia expertly perched on the beams of the ceiling.  Lilia gives him a sleepy smile and a little wave before closing his eyes again, seemingly content to remain where he is. 

One last dormmate for him to check on.  High up in the tower of Ramshackle, nestled in behind a rather regal gargoyle (if Malleus does say so himself) he finds Sebek.  He clutches the gargoyle and mutters in his sleep.  “…Player…hmmm…Malleus-sama!....mmm”  A curious dream, Malleus supposes.  He does understand though.  Being here, where the Player’s presence is strongest, it makes one give in to flights of fancy.  He smiles softly and caresses an old beam.  Goodnight Player, watching over them all.  Goodnight students, dreaming warm in the Player’s embrace.  Goodnight all.

[shapeofthingsthatnevercame]

‣ late-night

summary: dropping by matt’s office while he works late results in some late-night fun :P

cw: smut (minors dni), p in v, oral, language

word count: 1475

a/n: first one shot, pardon my dust

“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You greeted Matt, pushing a black iced coffee into his hand.

“You came here of your own free will.” A big, dumb grin stretched across his face. He took one sip and then set it aside on a table nearby.

His broad arms wrapped around your frame as you took a good look at the messy office he had been working in all night. You helped him organize it just the other day, but he had a special talent for upending it time and time again. 

Even though you could barely keep your eyes open, you loved visiting Matt during his all-nighters at work. Even if it was just to say hello, to drop off coffee, or to make out with the door locked like teenagers; you looked for any excuse to swing by.

“What’s the situation looking like?” You ask, peering over his shoulder as he took a seat back at his desk.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, “Trey is working his magic as we speak.” 

Matt typed away and sensing that he was too focused on work to have company, you sighed and announced your departure.

“I should get going then,” You stretch down to peck the side of his temple which sends his head to whip around to face you.

“That’s it?” He mewled.

You laughed, “What do you mean?

“Well…” Matt grabbed your hand and looked up at you, “Just stay for a while.”

“You’re clingy.” You murmured. Matt smirked.

Matt stood up from his chair and headed straight for the door to his office, a quiet click signaled that he had locked it.

“What’s that for?” You played dumb.

He scoffed, “You ask a lot of questions.”

Matt approached you and once again embraced you. His big arms and the noticeable height difference between you two made his hugs feel secure. He craned his head down to kiss you hard, your arms reached up around his neck.

He broke away for a moment, “You know what I realized?”

“Hm?” You furrowed your brows. “We’ve never fucked in here.” 

You laugh at his blunt comment, “What a travesty.” 

“I know, right?” Matt’s hands clutched your hips and used them to guide you up against his desk.

“There’s no free space here to fuck.” You tease, referencing his always cluttered working environment. He chuckled against your neck as he trailed kisses across it, “Fuck off.” He mumbled.

You feel self-conscious at the sudden awareness that you were wearing track shorts you always wore to bed, expecting only to drop by and leave. You breathe a sudden sigh of relief when Matt hooks his fingers under the waistband to slip it off.

Without warning, Matt grabs both sides of your legs and props you up on his desk. Although the abrasive material of his jeans rubbing against your inner thighs felt slightly uncomfortable, feeling his hard-on against you drove you crazy.

You could tell he was getting worked up by the way he desperately tried to grab more of you. His mouth broke away from yours once again to pull off the oversized hoodie, which you stole from Matt, and threw it aside.

He moaned softly when he realized that you had no bra on underneath. 

“Fuck, you look good.” He mumbled, palming your breasts with his calloused hands.

You started to grow impatient with just making out and him feeling you up, you were ready to take him. You frantically unbuckle his belt, causing him to let go and watch you; taking in your desperation.

“Get on your knees,” Matt ordered. You followed suit quickly, getting down from the desk and taking a position before him.

He took it from there; pulling his jeans down and exposing his dick that was straining against his underwear. You immediately attached your mouth to his tip, licking it and looking up for his reaction.

“Just like that,” He whined softly, running his fingers through your hair for a better look at you.

Matt wasn’t too cautious about what you could take, guiding himself deeper into your mouth. A tear starts to form but watching him try to hold back moans is enough pleasure for you. You gag slightly at one last push inside you before he grabs down to your upper arm to drag you back up. In one motion he turns you around and pushes you against the desk. You quickly find balance by resting your hands on the clutter of papers in front of you.

You look down at a specific one below you, “Who’s Michael from advertising?” turning to face him over your shoulder.

“Shut up.” Matt scoffed, pulling down your underwear.

“You’re bossy,” You look away when you realize he’s taking in the sight of your backside, although it seemed like you guys had been together forever you still felt slightly self-conscious whenever he started too hard.

Matt pressed up against you, sticking his tongue deep in your mouth as he guided himself inside you. You gasp at the quick insertion.

“That shut you up,” Matt said against your lips.

You bend down lower, arching your back when you balance yourself on your forearms. 

You could tell how needy he was by how sloppy his movement were even though the two of you were just getting started.

“Matt,” You moan. You know you should keep quiet but you couldn’t help yourself.

“You like that?” 

You miss his question from the sheer enjoyment of feeling him push inside you, instead whining his name incoherently under your breath.

“You like getting fucked on my desk?” He sounded filthy but it’s only driving you further up the wall.

Before you could answer in jumbled words and moans, the sound of someone attempting to open the door interrupted you. Matt stopped briefly, waiting for another indicator that someone was outside. A knock, “Matt?” A voice you didn’t recognize.

Another voice spoke, and although you could barely hear what they said, you could make out “Maybe asleep?” 

Matt couldn’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

“Now you really have to shut up.” Matt bent down to whisper in your ear.

Instead of making sure whoever knocked was out of earshot, he went back to fucking you. The sudden movement made you let out a pornographic gasp, and his hand instinctually wrapped around your mouth to prevent any further noises.

You look at your reflection on his now black computer screen, watching Matt pound into you is almost enough to make you finish.

Before your brain got too fuzzy, he stopped and pulled out. You instantly snapped your head around to face him, you gave a slight whimper of disappointment.

He laughed at your reaction, “Don’t worry…” he turned your body around so you could face him. You had a feeling that you knew where he wanted you – instinctually propping yourself up on his desk.

“Good girl,” he smiled smugly, “just wanted to see your pretty face.”

You sank down to lay on your back while he entered again – you winced slightly. His relentless thrusts are made even more forceful as he gets a better grip on your body; wrapping his hands around your knees tightly.

“Tell me how it feels,” Matt commanded in a hushed down. He hovered over you, the gold necklace you gave him for his birthday dangled above you and caught the light.

You couldn’t get anything out that wasn’t a pathetic whimper, he wrapped his left around your jaw.

“Can’t even get a word out,” Matt mumbled, almost as if it was a comment made for himself.

You felt yourself getting closer, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Cum for me, baby.” He panted.

“Don’t stop, Matt.” Your words caused his hips to buckle, he was getting sloppy again.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you farther down onto his dick, you wried around at the sensation. You begged him to not stop; at that point, you didn’t care who was outside the door listening in.

“I’m not pulling out,” He warned, struggling to catch his breath.

He gave you one more hard thrust before releasing inside you, the feeling of him finishing inside you was enough to take you over the edge.

“Fuck,” Matt muttered.

“Huh?” You slowly brought yourself up, feeling you like were still regaining consciousness.

He hastily grabbed a tissue box that sat on his desk to clean off the mess you two made.

“It’s everywhere.” He scoffed, stifling a laugh.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” You asked, watching him clean himself off.

“Oh, yeah.” He scoffed.

“Really?” Your eyes widened.

“The walls here are thin, babe,” Matt chuckled at your horrified expression.

You groaned, “Noooo,” you covered your reddened face, “I can’t show my face here ever again.”

“Hey, I told you to be quiet.” He teased. 

[invisible-key]

Roller Coaster Ride

Kinks: emetophilia, stuffing for emeto purposes, public sex

OCs: Trey, Brin

Summary: Trey and Brin have some emeto fun at an amusement park.

Word count: 2.3k words

Warning: It gets very messy. There's also a bit of public humiliation and nsfw.

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The amusement park was packed with people. Trey’s senses were overwhelmed with bright flickering colors and the cacophony of music, screams and laughter. He was currently sitting at a table in front of a hot dog stall, with Brin seated in front of him. Trey crumpled a hot dog wrapper in his hand, lost in thought. Till this moment, he was simply enjoying the park, but now he was starting to feel uneasy realizing about what they had come here to do. When Brin had suggested taking him to an amusement park and making him eat until he gets motion sick, Trey was excited at that idea. But now that he was here, he started having doubts about doing something like this so... publicly.

Brin took Trey's hand and rubbed it with his thumb. “Are you nervous?” he asked sympathetically.

“Yeah...” Trey looked down, avoiding Brin’s eyes.

“Do you want to go home?”

Trey pondered for a short moment and then shook his head. “No... let’s do it.”

Brin got up from his seat and offered Trey a hand to help him up. They locked their arms together, strolling through the park.

“What ride do you wanna go on next?” Brin asked.

“I don’t know... I’ve never actually been to an amusement park before...”

Brin looked up at him with surprise and then grinned jokingly. “I’m sorry that your first experience is going to be so bad.”

They continued sampling different rides and after each ride, they also sampled the food stalls... Although Trey was usually the only one eating. He's never had a big stomach so it didn’t take long for him to start feeling full. Even with Brin’s encouragement, he could barely finish his last portion of pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries. His stomach felt tight and he was starting to be afraid people might notice it protruding from under his shirt.

As soon as Trey finished his dessert, Brin took his hand and lead him deeper inside the fast food section. He excitedly pointed at a donut stall. Trey gripped his hand tighter. “Brin, wait! I... I’m not sure I can handle another one...” He gulped and softly placed a hand on his belly with a desperate expression.

Brin glanced down at his belly, and then looked up to meet is eyes. His mouth stretched to a large grin. “Time for the big ride?”

Trey nodded with a pained expression on his face. In truth, he was scared. When Brin had presented this idea to him, it sounded thrilling, new, and arousing, but now that it was too close to becoming a reality, the idea of embarrassing himself in front of so many people was making him nervous. He didn’t like being the center of attention.

However, Brin was too excited to notice his unease. “Okay! How about I just get you a cotton candy while we walk around selecting a ride?”

“O-okay...” Trey nodded weekly.

Brin started leading him through the crowd towards a cotton candy stall.

“Actually, I’m a little thirsty,” Trey nearly yelled into Brin’s ear as the music was too loud.

“Do you want more orange juice?” Brin asked and Trey nodded.

As Trey kept nibbling on the cotton candy and slurping juice, his nervousness was waning. He was starting to feel uncomfortably full and a bit queasy. Getting it all out at this point would feel so good... He didn’t care about people’s stares anymore. Just imagining how good it would feel to open his mouth and let it all out in one big gush...

Brin suddenly stopped and tapped Trey’s shoulder. He pointed at the drop tower. Trey looked up to see a gondola reach the top of the tower, then get dropped from a huge height accompanied by loud screams before stopping at the bottom. 

Trey gulped. He resolutely shook his head. “No.”

“Come on, it will be fun!” Brin lowered his voice and leaned closer to him. “And it will definitely make you sick.”

“No, I really don't want to.” Trey said and turned to walk away. Brin grabbed his sleeve.

“Give it a try, it's not as scary as it looks...” he kept teasing.

Trey turned to him and yelled. “No! Skyline!”

Brin let go of his sleeve and stared at him with concern.

“There really was no reason to use a safe word in this situation...” he said weakly. “We’re not in a scene. I'm sorry if I seemed too pushy. I wasn't going to force you to go there if you really don't want to.”

Trey looked away, rubbing his arm in embarrassment. “... I wanted to get my point across.”

Brin stepped closer and rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry... I should have listened to you. What ride would you like to go on?”

“Hmmm... I dunno... That big roller coaster, I think...”

Brin smirked. “How about I buy you ice cream while we wait in line?”

Trey's face lit up. “I’ve already had too much... but yes!” His excitement was returning.

As they were nearing the front of the line waiting for the roller coaster, Trey couldn’t stay still. He kept nervously stepping from foot to foot and rubbing his hands together. What will happen if he throws up on the ride? What if the staff gets mad at him? What if he accidentally pukes on other people? 

Brin rubbed his arm. “Are you okay?”

“I... I... I don’t know...” Trey mumbled frantically.

“We can still leave... Do you want to leave?” Brin said, concern rising in his voice.

“Mhmmm... No?” Trey whined.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

Trey nodded weakly. He was scared of what was going to happen, but he was also afraid that if he left, he would regret missing this opportunity.

The roller coaster train has arrived at the station. It was too late to change his mind now.

Each car contained two rows of two seats. They got into the front of one of the cars, and Brin sat next to Trey, putting his backpack down between his legs.

The train hasn’t even started moving yet, and Trey was already shaking. Brin rubbed his arm to try to soothe him. “We can still get off...” he whispered. Trey shook his head.

The train jerked and then started a slow rise to the top. Trey gripped the handrail and gulped. 

This is it. There's no going back. 

The train was rising awfully slowly, giving Trey plenty of time to replay possible scenarios in his head. He was sure he was going to vomit A LOT. He decided to bend his head down if he feels sick to make sure he only throws up on himself and not people behind him. 

The train stopped at the top for a few agonizing seconds and then the drop down began. Trey could physically feel his stomach rise inside his cavity, and the pressure inside his stomach increased tenfold. He clenched his teeth as if his life depended on it, trying not to vomit. When the train reached a valley and slowed down, Trey could open his mouth to breathe. But it didn’t last long before the car dropped again, and Trey gripped the handrail till his knuckles went white, clenched his teeth until it hurt. He felt saliva gather in his mouth and he knew this was a fight he couldn’t win.

Finally he could breathe again. He pondered if he should spit or not (it seemed rude), but before he could decide, the car dropped down again, the fastest descent yet. The pressure intensified and his stomach felt like it was going to explode. 

When they slowed down again, he started trembling violently, his stomach hurt, and he felt like he was about to projective vomit everywhere any second now.

He kept clinging to the handrail, shaking, while cold sweat doused his back.

He looked ahead and a high-pitched whine escaped his lips as he saw that they were nearing the last sharp descent. As the train dropped down, his stomach rose up, up, up, until it suddenly exploded out of his mouth. He pressed his chin on his chest and closed his eyes. The outside world stopped existing for him. The only thing he could feel was the wind in his hair, the pressure in his body, and the violent contractions of his belly. Every time his stomach convulsed, a fountain of undigested food landed on his chest and legs, he could feel the fluids and the chunks sticking to his body. With each powerful heave, his stomach relieved a bit of the pressure inside, and it felt good. Even when the train came to a halt at the station, he couldn’t stop puking. He was utterly helpless, unable to control his body. His stomach kept convulsing and sending up more and more waves of undigested food onto his knees, burying his own feet in a pile of chunks. He was trembling, trying to catch a breath. When his stomach had completely emptied itself, Trey felt warmth spread all over his body. He felt like a huge weight was just lifted off of him, and it felt heavenly.

Brin soothingly rubbed his arm. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Trey nodded. He opened his eyes and saw the massive mess that he had made. The whole front of his shirt and pants was completely soaked in stomach acid and covered in pieces of undigested food. His feet were swimming in an orangish pool of bile and chunks. It was horrendous. It was a huge mess -- surely the staff will get mad at him! He started hyperventilating in panic. Fuck, oh fuck-

A man came to open the railing. Trey couldn’t look him in the eyes. But the man was sympathetic and asked him if he was alright. This made Trey feel even more guilty and he stammered and apology. “I- I- I- I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay... happens all the time. Fortunately it’s not me who has to clean it up.”

Trey felt bad thinking about the poor cleaning lady.

Brin pulled out his backpack from between his knees and reached inside for a water bottle and a pack of wipes, which he handed to Trey. Trey wiped his chin clean off sticky bile and blew his nose. His brows furrowed when a few acidic chunks painfully came out of his nose. 

He took a sip of the water and spat it out to wash out his mouth.

When he looked at Brin, he noticed him blushing, barely suppressing a smile. He started to be a little worried that the staff might suspect something, but... two guys coming to an amusement park to vomit for sexual gratification simply isn’t in normal people’s book of possibilities. So he decided to dismiss those worries.

Brin got out of the car and offered Trey a hand to help him up. Trey got up on weak legs. His clothes were beyond dirty, and everybody stared at him. He looked down to avoid meeting their gazes. Brin held his hand and led him to the nearest bathroom, where they disappeared into a stall together. Away from prying eyes, Trey could finally breathe freely.

“Well... that was pretty hot,” Brin whispered, taking in the state of Trey’s clothes in all its glory.

Trey just nodded, took another sip from the water bottle and spit it out into the toilet.

“How are you feeling?” Brin asked.

“I don't know... It's not right what we have done.” Trey kept his gaze on the ground.

“Don't worry, they're used to it...” Brin said in a comforting tone. “People throw up on roller coasters all the time. They are definitely not thinking that you did it on purpose.”

“I know but... still, I feel bad...”

“It doesn't matter now, it has been done. They have probably already cleaned it while we were talking. But now we need to clean you.”

Having expected this situation, they had both brought a change of clothes.

Brin took a handful of toilet paper and started wiping off chunks from Trey’s shirt and pants. Having Brin take care of him, Trey let go of his worries and relaxed again. He felt safe and calm... and a little aroused. When Brin began unbuttoning Trey's dirty shirt, he leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Brin reciprocated the kiss and he grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. Trey wrapped his arms around him, staining Brin’s T-shirt with vomit too, but Brin didn’t mind. They kept passionately making out in a bathroom stall, the air permeated with the bitter stench of Trey's vomit. Brin lowered his hand and gently touched Trey’s crotch through his pants. Trey yelped and giggled. Brin paused the kiss to shush him. He continued lightly stroking Trey’s cock through the fabric and Trey shivered with pleasure. He was getting hard. Brin reached for the zipper of Trey’s pants and Trey shivered with anticipation. Brin slid his hand below the waistband of Trey’s trunks and pulled out his cock. Trey couldn’t stop a pleasured moan from escaping his lips. Brin smiled and shushed him again. He began slowly stroking his cock. Trey unzipped Brin’s pants and started pleasuring him in return.

In his mind, Trey replayed what had just happened on the roller coaster. How his nausea kept building up, like his arousal was building up now. With each hill, he kept thinking he was going to reach the climax and expel his stomach contents, just like he felt like he was nearing the climax with each stroke now. When he reached the last peak in his memory, he was shivering with anticipation. The train went over the hill and started going down at an increasing pace. The pressure in his stomach became unbearable and vomit exploded out of him, as he climaxed into Brin’s hand.

[faeflowerz]

Giving Head in Public: Riddle

CW: Fem!Reader giving sloppy toppy. Giving dome. Bobbin on the knob. Oral. Oh also Riddle's hung so yeah. Do not interact with this post if you are under 18 or don't have your age in your bio. You WILL be immediately blocked.

A/N: I was gonna finish part two of the first years thing but I got to thinking about this. Don't perceive me.

Sooooooooo, Riddle is def the kind of boy who would freak out if suddenly met with an s/o looking to suck him off. I got a few scenarios too. Im a whore for him and my mouth is made for him. Seriously, i blacked out for half of this.

In the rose garden would catch him by surprise for sure. It's another tea party and like usual, its a controlled chaos. Riddle is trying to have a conversation with Trey, but its hard when you're groping his thighs. You are sitting there smiling and pretending to be invested in whatever Cater is telling Ace but every so often you glance to see your boyfriend clear his throat and shift slightly. You've got your hand on one of his thick thighs and it's moving higher up and between his legs.

Riddle's trying to keep his composure. You'd been pretty needy lately and although he promised that he'd give you attention tonight, his strict curfew and this long ass party won't give you enough time with him before bed. So, this is your alternative. Your fingers sink into his soft meaty legs and the glint of anger in his big pretty eyes sends a delightful surge of excitement to your pussy. Fuck, you love when he gives you that look. It meant that you're gonna have it coming later.

When your fingers brush against a familiar lump, Riddle's face softens. He's rather sensitive and those skintight pants make it impossible for him to wear underwear. He tries to drink his tea as your index finger traces the thickness strained against his thigh. You haven't gone all the way yet, but you didn't shy away from your urges. And you can't take it anymore.

Nobody notices when you slip out of your chair and under the table. Nobody but Riddle. In that moment, he decides that he can't call you out on it. Unless he wanted the entire party to see his scepter, he has to sit there. Underneath, you're dragging your tongue along the outline of his cock, leaving slight wet stains on the fabric. You can't hold back as you go right for the main course. Pulling down his pants, his dick slowly rises once its free. You personally blame Riddle for your oral fixation.

His cock is girthy, and the tip gets bright red when he's horny, upset, embarrassed...or any other emotion he goes through when you do shit like this. Does it bother him? Yes. Does he cum harder when you're in public? Also yes. Why else would you do it besides your nympho tendencies? Your mouth is watering as you open wide to lead his cockhead past your lips. Riddle's pre spurts out when you twirl your tongue. His thighs tense up for a moment and you rub gentle circles with your thumbs to calm him down.

"Are you alright? You look a little red."

"Ah, it's nothing."

"Wait, where's...I don't see them anywhere."

"They had to...ahem, make a call." He's an awful liar, but no one calls him out on it. He's screaming on the inside as his dick slides deeper down your throat. The first time you did that, his soul nearly ascended. You wish you could see his face. He always makes the cutest reactions and its a shame when you miss out. Riddle's cock is throbbing just like you like it. Soon, you reach his base. Your nose gets buried in his soft rosebush. Despite the shower, his natural scent is already coming through. With a pleased sigh, you pull back slightly before setting a slow pace. It was agony for him but he can handle a little torture.

Riddle's weak now. His legs have gone slack as you very nearly suck the life out of him. Sweat clings to the back of his neck and he's got the cutest rosy red on his cheeks. You were nothing but trouble and yet...he never made you stop. Every time you got between his legs, Riddle never pulled you off. How could he when you clung to him so tightly?

Your eyes lull closed and you're slobbering all over him. When you grab his ass, Riddle bucks suddenly. That's when you bob your head faster. One of his hands grabs your hair and he pulls. Hard. That nearly makes you cum. Enough playing around. Riddle pulls on your hair until most of his dick is out of your mouth before he slams back into you.

When he cums, he makes sure you take it all. He likes to paint your face white, but since everyone is still milling about, you gotta swallow. The queen is pretty demanding but isn't that why he's in charge in the first place? Once he finishes, you're humping his leg like a bitch in heat. The slick of your pussy stains his boot but you genuinely couldn't care less. One more thing for him to punish you for. Just the thought of him finally fucking you into his mattress eggs you on.

And yes. Trey probably figures out what you were doing down there.

The library isn't off limits either. Like ok.

Riddle's not seen you in some time because exams always sends him into overdrive. He tends to push people away during his study sessions because when it comes to exams, he goes at it alone. Unfortunately, he demands that you also keep your distance too. Sad face. You understand, though. He's type A and you're distracting. Still, he sends you texts and sweet little notes to let you know that he does think about you. Really, your relationship is usually really sweet and cute outside of all the oral (and anal).

Anyway, you miss him. Of course you do! Your fingers are soaked and you've been moaning loud enough to scare the ghosts. Surely he's been stressed, right? Right.

You go on the prowl for him, asking around to find him. Its that terrifying glint in your eye that finally makes everyone fess up: he's in the library. Riddle won't mind if you pay him a visit. He needs a break. A good intense break.

"I thought I told you to keep your distance," he says firmly. Riddle's had his nose in his book but when your perfume comes wafting by him, he's ready to kick you out. But it's hard. When you wear lipstick, he knows you're not playing around with him. There's no way to get rid of you once you put make up on. "Darling, we can't."

"Aren’t you stressed? Pent up? Besides, you need more breaks," you plop down next to him. Riddle closes his book and stands up.

"I'll have plenty of time for you once exams are over," he promises as he disappears into the rows of bookshelves. "They're insatiable." He mutters as he puts the book back into its proper place. Once he turns around, you're behind him. Riddle nearly screams but you're pressing kisses onto his lips to shut him up. Caged between your arms, your boyfriend looks at you like a terrified animal. He knows what's coming next.

"I wasn't asking. I was telling," now your kisses trail to his neck, leaving marks all over his pale skin. Riddle begs for mercy when you rip his vest and blouse open. The air conditioning makes his nipples harden. You're already teasing and sucking on his sensitive pudgy chest once he's exposed. In your excitement, you bite into him. Those moans and squeals are too fucking good. And his tummy. Oh, it's just as soft as the rest of him. Here, you bite a whole lot more and make sure to kiss hard enough to bruise lightly. All he can do is hold onto your shoulders when you unzip his pants and let them fall. Finally.

From this angle, you can look at him while you do it. Any time he gets shy, you have to bite his belly to get his attention again. His eyes do focus on you and he's trying not to cry as you cover his dick in lipstick kisses. Eye contact both turned him on and embarrassed him in these moments. You drape one of his legs over your shoulder and let him set the speed. From what you can tell, he's been wound tightly. You empty his balls nearly every day so going without for a week was probably killing him.

I love the idea of him being the type to have absolutely no rhythm when he's horny. Riddle's brain shuts off pretty quickly once he gives in. Just like now. Your throats being fucked and effectively keeps you from breathing properly. It's like he's trying to bruise your esophagus now. With nothing else to hold onto, you grab his fat ass. "Ahn! Haah! Damn it..." he curses as he puts more weight on you. If this is how you die there'd be no complaints from you. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and now your mascara starts trailing down your cheeks. The lipstick was long smudged already too.

Your throat was so tight and wet around his dick. Part of him wished he'd never told you to stay away. Maybe he would have been less stressed with you around. Then again, plugging your hole after such a long time felt even better. Now he's letting out these cute little grunts and growls with each thrust. Riddle bites his lip to keep from getting any louder. You have to brace yourself now that he's getting sloppy.

"Almost...almost..." Riddle's balls tighten and his hips still as he shoots his thick heavy load straight down your throat. Of course you take it like a champ. With a heaving chest, he pulls out. Immediately, you miss that full feeling in your mouth. "You're...you're going to be the death of me..." Riddle pants. Then he pulls you up to your feet and kiss you. "Perhaps a proper break is in order?"

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Babe in the Woods by Jude Hopkins #WomensFiction #RomCom #RockStarRomance

Babe in the Woods

Jude Hopkins

Genre: Women’s Fiction

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press Inc.

Date of Publication: June 7, 2023

ISBN 978-1-5092-4843-8 

ISBN 978-1-5092-4844-5 

Number of pages: 294

Word Count: 72,321 

Cover Artist:  Tina Lynn Stout

Tagline: Timber! She’s Falling in Love

Book Description: 

It’s September 1995, the first year of the rest of Hadley Todd's life. After living in Los Angeles, Hadley returns to her hometown in rural New York to write and be near her father. 

In addition to looking after him and teaching high school malcontents, Hadley hopes to channel her recent L.A. heartbreak into a play about the last moment of a woman’s innocence. But she seeks inspiration.

Enter Trey Harding, a young, handsome reporter who covers sports at the high school. Trey reminds Hadley of her L.A. ex and is the perfect spark to fire up her imagination. The fact that Trey is an aspiring rock star and she has L.A. record biz connections makes the alliance perfect. She dangles promises of music biz glory while watching his moves. 

But the surprising twist that transpires when the two of them go to Hollywood is not something Hadley prepared for.

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Excerpt:

There was a knock on the door as Hadley sat down with a bowl of chocolate-chip ice cream. She glanced at the clock: 8 p.m. Sunday night. She’d shot the whole weekend, mostly grading papers and sleeping the day before.

“My God,” she said aloud, remembering Trey’s promise to make good on a date. How could he possibly show up after she’d been so deliberately elusive? She had forgotten the resiliency of some guys.

“Who is it?” she trilled, bouncing a mound of the frozen dessert on her tongue. She cleared her throat and repeated the question, all the while picking up the detritus from the weekend—the pizza box, the ice cream container, the National Enquirer.

“ ‘Tis I, Old Dog Trey,” he yelled through the door. “Ever faithful. We have a meeting, remember?”

She used her fingers to comb her hair and moaned when the mirror reflected a wan, puffy face staring back at her.

“I never confirmed any meeting,” she said through the door. She hurried to straighten the cushions on the couch. “I’ll take a rain check.” Her heart was doing double time.

“C’mon. Please open the door. It’s getting chilly out here.” His voice was deeper than usual.

She brushed the lint off her sweatshirt and zipped up her jeans before opening the door.

Trey was twirling the end of a white stick in his mouth. With a loud slurping sound, he pulled from his mouth a bright red lollipop before sticking out his tongue, which now matched the color of his shirt.  

“Fire your secretary,” he said, tapping his watch. “May I come in?”

She let him in, the shame of her unkempt apartment equaled only by the shame of her own disheveled appearance.

He stood close to her. “I have to say, you are much more attractive without all that make-up.” He talked with the lollipop stuck in his cheek. “Definitely younger.”

It was an approach she remembered from her time with Derek. First you surprise them, then compliment them when they’re at their most vulnerable. She made a mental note.

He walked toward the nearest chair, sat down, but quickly jumped up again, fishing in his pockets. “Where are my manners? Here.” He extended a lollipop, grape flavor, her favorite.

“No thanks.” It wasn’t even on the level of the apple Neil had given her on the first day of school. Besides, what was with men and their semiotics anyway? Perhaps it beat communicating with words. And how in the world would he have known grape was her favorite flavor? Was she that transparent? Was there a grape “type” as opposed to an orange or cherry type? The grape type would be moody and dark. The orange type would be young, perky, sassy. The cherry type? Passionate, desirable. Like him.

Lollipops aside, he was lusciousness itself, the blood-red shirt adding to his angel-faced carnality. His skin glowed, no doubt from a day spent in the autumn sun with a frisky faun. 

About the Author:

Jude Hopkins has published essays in The Los Angeles Times, Medium, the belladonna—and poetry in various journals including Gyroscope Review, Timber Creek Review and California Quarterly. Her first novel, Babe in the Woods, will be published June 7, 2023. She has also taught English and news writing at various universities, including the University of Pittsburgh at Bradford, Arizona State University and St. Bonaventure University in Olean, N.Y. She also worked at Capitol Records in Hollywood for a few halcyon and unforgettable years.

Website:  https://www.judehopkinswriting.net/

Blog: https://www.judehopkinswriting.net/my-blog 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeyJudeNotJudy 

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Despite the confidence on his face and in his stature there was something in the initial softness of their kiss that had confused Trey. He didn’t want anything to do with a commitment, so why was he feeling? This arrangement was purely contractually, so why was he so desperate to impress her? Pushing his thoughts away, Trey watched as Lily pushed he’s pants down with his boxer briefs. His grin grew when at the blonde’s reaction to his dick bobbing eagerly for her. In a show he flexed and watched her reaction as it bounced again. “Look at my greedy little flower, picking up your skirt so I can have your tight little cunt.” His thumb traced her heart-shaped face, then ghosted across her kiss-swollen lips. “You never had a choice, Little Flower. Daddy takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants.” With a wicked chuckle he leaned in as if he was going to kiss her again, but only placed a gentle peck to her nose. “Don’t worry, Lily. I’ll make sure you’re always fucking soaked, keep you nice and wet so you’re always ready for Daddy’s cock.”

Trey spun her around, pressing her stomach to the banister as he flipped her skirt up from behind. His palms rubbed over the globes of her ass before he pulled her panties down. It was only an excuse to burry his face in her cunt and only for the briefest moment, a swipe of his fingers through her folds, a dip of his tongue in her sex, a loop around her puckered hole, and then he was standing again. With Lily’s soaked panties in one hand and his cock in the other, his swollen tip teased her as he gave his next command, “Open your mouth, Little Flower. I want you to hold onto this for me.” Only when she complied did Trey press his cock slowly into her. She’d get fucked just like she’s begged for it, but he wasn’t a barbarian indifferent to the fact that most of his partners had to work up to it. He would follow her cues or cave trying. Probably the latter given the feeling her tight warmth sucking him in deeper.

When Trey’s mouth crashed against hers, Lily kissed him back heatedly. Ironically, the intensity of that initial kiss proved to be the least powerful of them all, succeeded by several further kisses fuelled with burgeoning passion and lust. All the while, Lily still whimpered and moaned as a result of how Trey ground his thigh against her sex. By the time they broke apart, all Lily could do was look up at him, her heart racing at a mile per minute and her skin flushed hot, not helped in the slightest by Trey’s cocksure smirk making her weak in the knees. His command for her to pull his pants down was one she obeyed right away, her hands even trembling as she undid his belt and zipper. With a sharp tug, Lily pulled the garments down, allowing Trey’s thick, hard and large member to spring free. “Oh fuck,” she whined as soon as she saw it, and with his prior taunting words about putting his cock where she needed it still in her mind, Lily added, “I need you to fuck my pussy, Daddy.” As she said it, tone weak and needy, Lily began tugging her skirt up, expecting Trey to lift her up and pin her to the balcony again. 

@writermuses

[shiny-jr]

why are you in my apartment? (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto.

Summary: Everything was supposed to be better when you got your own apartment to call home. So when you got home one day, why was there some weird guys in your home?

Note: Yeah, I know, I have requests waiting. Don’t worry, I’ll get to those, but I just had this idea and I wanted to write it while I was motivated to so do. Also, I planned to do everyone but this got really long so here’s this for now. [ Added ] Wow, this took a long time, like three days, give or take. Y’all better enjoy this because it’s a long post too, like seventeen pages on google docs.

Next: why are you in my apartment? (II)

You worked and saved to be able to live in a spacious apartment in the downtown area. The buildings had decent security, the apartment itself was in a low-crime area, and there were a bunch of stores nearby for the basic necessities, not to mention you worked from home half the time and the other time work was just a few blocks away. Everything was perfect...! Until it wasn’t. Your seemingly perfect life was thrown completely off balance when you returned home and found your door unlocked. 

Like any reasonable person, you were worried. Were you just forgetful this morning or had someone broken in...? Not wanting to call authorities right away and make a fool of yourself if you had forgotten to lock your door today, you carefully proceeded inside, with your phone gripped in hand and your makeshift key weapon in the other hand. Steadily you crept inside, looking left and right, your heart rate accelerating as you noticed a few things out of place. A remote controller not on the coffee table, a blanket you forgot to fold now folded neatly-- Just then, you heard voices and footsteps, and when the strangers entered your line of vision, you screamed as they jumped in surprise and exclaimed, 

“W-Wait!” 

HEARTSLABYUL 

Roses...? Why did your apartment now smell like strawberries and freshly picked roses? You didn’t buy any fragrant scents from Bath and Body Works–– Even the empty vase was now filled with fresh roses you never bought, and there were playing cards sprawled out on the coffee table like people stopped playing mid-match, which would explain the chatting coming from somewhere deeper inside. When you heard the voices and footsteps grow louder, a blue-haired young man appeared from the kitchen. 

Seeing a complete stranger in your home, you did what came naturally, you screamed. 

“AHH!” He screamed as well, seemingly equally frightened by your sudden appearance. 

A redhead appeared behind him, clasping his hands over the other guy’s mouth as he shouted just as loudly, “Dude, shut up! You’re gonna scare them off!” 

Just then, three more young men appeared. One with dark green hair and glasses, the second had orange hair with part of it in a ponytail, while the last was significantly shorter with crimson red hair. They each seemed just as confused or nervous, attempting to placate the situation in their own ways. 

The one with the glasses was the first from the trio to try handling the situation, noticing your fear as he spoke gently, attempting to get you to calm down, “I-It’s okay! We’re not going to hurt you, we promise. Can you stop pointing those keys at us, please?” 

“Right, we mean zero harm!” The orange-haired one chimed in, appearing a little more nervous but he smiled and attempted his best to ease you into calm too. “So just don’t press that green call button. Just put the phone down slowly––” 

“W-Wait, please.” It was the crimson-haired young man that finally spoke, pleading with you, “Before you make a decision to do anything, I can explain. I’m sure you must have many questions right now. Please, allow me to answer them.” 

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of five claimed to be students of the Heartslabyul dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here? 

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Heartslabyul gang, hm? 

Ace Trappola 

Oh wow, this place is way better than that Ramshackle dorm, no offense! 

What’s he often doing around the apartment? Watching the basketball games on television and other fun shows on Netflix, he think it’s pretty cool how your world has such great shows! Oh, but he’ll keep the apartment tidy with the constant reminders from Riddle and the others.

Oh, but what he likes the most is going out, especially with you. If you have a few errands to run, he’s the first to volunteer going with you. Whether it be walking around the blocks or going to a mall, he’s always down for it. Why not stop by the park with him for a bit?

Actually, you haven’t heard because his seniors have kept it under wraps, but he has nearly snuck to your workplace while you were working there, at least three times. He was allowed to go out as long as he remained on his best behavior, but after those stunts and nearly causing trouble with a local business, Riddle has placed him on temporary house arrest.

Ace made it to your work place once. But you didn’t tell him that the building you worked in had multiple floors! He was nearly sweating due to going each floor and trying to find you, and just as he discovered your office as he was about to peek in–– he was caught by Trey and Cater who promptly returned him back to the apartment. 

If you ask if he missed you, he’ll brush it off and deny it. Don’t get cocky now, you hear? What? No, he totally did not text you a dozen times with the extra phone you gave the group. Anyways, you’re working from home tomorrow, aren’t ya? 

Ace was one of the closest to your vessel, Yuu, back in Twisted Wonderland. He prides himself on essentially being the first to properly befriend you, and also takes the role of your best friend! 

So you have no idea what it was like for him when he first laid eyes on you, not Yuu, but the real you. The one behind the screen controlling the vessel in the game. Seeing your home, your belongings, was something great on it’s own, not in a weird way or anything. 

When he saw you after quickly getting the screaming Deuce to shut up, he was so shocked that he didn’t even move as his seniors attempted to calm you down. It felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was in complete disbelief. Then, he felt it, your grace, the aura of warmth and pleasantness that your presence oozed. It was you, really you! The one he always walked to class with, the one he showed card tricks to, the one he teased endlessly, the one that helped him with that sticky situation at his dorm, you were practically one of his closest friends–– No, the word friends didn’t even begin to describe it. You were everything. He wanted to tease you, laugh with you, love you. This time, the real you.

“What? Did you really just ask did you miss me? Pfft. No way. It’s only been a few hours! Quit messing around. Huh? Texts? Nah, that was Deuce! Begging for you to come home early, you seriously think that was me? Yeah right, you wish... What? Okay, okay! Fine, it was me, alright?! Just don’t tell the others. If you do, they’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Deuce Spade 

You have a lovely home! Really, he means it sincerely. 

What’s Deuce usually doing in your apartment? Trying to keep it clean. Keyword: trying. He’s not the best at cleaning, but he’s not bad, unfortunately either due to his own mistakes or Ace’s pestering, he’s broken a few things on occasion. This always leads to a scolding and heartfelt apology from him as he swears to make it up somehow. Anything you want, he’ll do it! Just please, forgive him, he’s not sure what he’d do if you were angry with him for too long... 

He often tags along with Ace when errand running. Deuce will gladly go to the grocery store and carry everything back himself! Even if you offhandedly mention going to the market later for something, you don’t have to worry about a thing! He’s already dashing out the door to go buy it. 

Part of him actually feels guilty with staying and you having to provide for all of them. So, he willingly plays his part! Within a few days, he’s already gotten a job delivering takeout orders or grocery bags to other residents of the huge apartment building. And when he presents you with his salary to pay you back for all you’ve done for him, he’s beaming so proudly! You have no choice but to accept the money, he won’t take no for an answer. 

When he’s not working and neither are you, he happily does chores or simple activities with you. Washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the windows, “none of it is a chore when with you!” He made the mistake of saying that aloud and so sincerely once, and now the others always tease him about it. Also, he’s practically your bodyguard. Don’t let him hear you complain about a touchy co-worker or he’ll want to give them a piece of his mind for even having the guts to touch you! 

The deliveries are how he gets his mind off of missing you, but most of the time it doesn’t work. But if a delivery is canceled and he’s stuck with the food or groceries, hey, free stuff! When he gets home, he’ll happily gift you the canceled delivery he got to keep. 

Deuce, like Ace, was incredibly close to your vessel, Yuu. He’s another prideful one, and he always does his best to ensure that he doesn’t disappoint you in anyway! 

When Deuce saw you, he didn’t scream because he was surprised by your sudden presence. Well... okay, maybe it was mostly that but! When he saw you, he was overwhelmed. You were so beautiful, better than he ever imagined! 

It felt like something just collided, like his energy just came bursting forth. He was so excited that he just couldn’t contain it, he couldn't even think straight in that moment, but then he snapped out of it and attempted to clumsily compose himself. If it weren’t for Ace covering his mouth, he might’ve blurted something out, and he didn’t want that. He’s already embarrassed himself enough. He didn’t even hear Ace yell at him or the others speak to you, he was just so entranced by you. The real you! It wasn’t like those scenes he could only daydream about during class! This was reality, he could actually see you, he could talk to you, he could walk with you, he could admire you, he could protect you, he could make you proud! If you are certain of one thing, you can be certain that everything Deuce does is to earn your praise and make you proud.

“Huh? Texts about asking you to come home early? That was Ace. But I did think a lot about you today and... I did miss you... Hm? I always say I think a lot about you? Well, it’s true! Oh, here. The shop a block away let me have this free dessert for always delivering so fast. I ordered your favorite. T-That’s sweet of me? I... UH–– I’m just being considerate, that’s all...!!” 

Cater Diamond 

Your home is so comfy but also so chic! It’s super impressive!

What’s he usually doing around the apartment? Well, besides the usual chores like everyone else, he’s keeping his juniors in line! Also, he loves the social media of this world. Within a week he could tell you the entire drama with celebrities and latest trends. 

When it’s time to shop for clothes not just for yourself but for your new roommates, Cater’s on the job! Don’t worry, he’s finding the best at cheap thrift stores, and he’ll even use a bit of persuasion on the cashiers to get the price even lower. Because of him, you’re getting brand stuff by thrifting for dirt cheap! 

Like Deuce, Cater also finds a way to earn money to lighten your load. He now has a really popular Twitter account that just posts and replies to the most random things plus he’s got a more famous Tiktok account. Somehow, he’s getting money from those social medias and offering his earnings up to you. 

Even if Cater is older and keeps the most troublesome two from flooding your apartment, he also has his moments where he shows his clinginess like them. Specifically when you get home, he’s the first one to greet you, and he does slyly compete for getting the spot next to you on the couch or at the table. Out of all of them, Cater is the one who calls you the most while you’re at work, not even because something happened but just to ask you about your day. 

He’s the type to greet you with a warm hug and even a kiss on the cheek if you’ll let him. Oh, let him take your coat and your shoes! Do you want him to run a bath or get you a fresh change of clothes? Oh, you work so hard, he has to praise you and he hopes you’ll praise him too! 

Cater can and will brag about how he knew you super early on! He was practically the first older student that took your vessel, Yuu, under his wing after the whole incident at the dorm. That’s not a privilege just anyone has! 

Truth be told, when he first appeared in your apartment, he felt that the place was important. When he saw a framed picture of you somewhere on the wall, he felt strangely drawn to you. He was hesitant about seeing you, but at the same time he wanted to. That’s when he felt your graceful presence that he’d recognize anywhere.

When he saw you, he was scared. Probably more scared than you were of him. Seeing the real life you for some reason made him feel so... vulnerable. The way you looked at him, your gaze just made him feel exposed, as if you saw right through him, but at the same time you actually made him eager. Eager to finally meet the real you! He wanted this so badly, he dreamed about seeing your true form with his own two eyes, and here you were! He’s in a slight state of disbelief for a moment, before he snaps back to reality. It takes all his courage just to open his mouth and force words out. As he tries to speak to you, his voice a bit wobbly, he feels so conflicted. He’s both so unsure and so elated at the same time. But of one thing he’s for sure of, is that he desperately hopes that he’s enough for you.

“You’re finally back! Ah, you look so tired! Here, let me get those files for you. Come here! You must’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you? Don’t worry, Kay’s here to make everything all better~! Why don’t you relax as I rub your shoulders? Do you wanna vent? Don’t tell me your office buddy was being vile to you again!” 

Trey Clover 

You don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of the place while you’re working. 

What’s he often working on around the apartment? Besides his share of chores, he does nearly all the cooking and watering any plants you have. He also does the little chores everyone happens to forget, all the while also keeping a watchful eye on the others. Oh, but he’s interested to see what recipes this world might have and what type of food you enjoy.

When it’s raining, he’ll grab an umbrella and walk all the way to your workplace to pick you up, that way you don’t get drenched. Sometimes when you do forget lunch, he’ll deliver you a meal. Picking up mail, handling phone calls, making sure they’re all not so loud that they disturb the neighbors, it’s all in a day’s work for Trey. 

Back to the topic of meals, Trey is the main chef. Ever since they arrived, you’ve never had to even approach the stove. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he can make it all and it’s both healthy and delicious. When you’re working away from home, he makes you lunch. It’s almost embarrassing to open your lunch at work and see a cute bento. Your coworkers have teased you about it, pressing you about whether you have a househusband or something. 

Oh, he also bakes and sells to others in the apartment. He’s gained a bit of a reputation for his sweets. The money? He tries his best to pay for whatever ingredients he uses and everything that’s left over is automatically yours. 

Ace, Deuce, and Cater tend to overwhelm you with enthusiastic greetings when you get home. But Trey? He’s a bit more calm like Riddle. He’ll pat your head and smile, thanking you for working hard again today. 

Like Cater, Trey is relieved that he was one of the first older students you knew. Once everything calmed down, he gladly took your vessel, Yuu, into his care at Heartslabyul. 

Living alone in this apartment all by yourself, he couldn’t help but feel for you. It must’ve been difficult having to work all day and return to this lonely apartment. Now, he wants to make sure that never happens again, that each time you return you’re welcomed and cared for. 

When he heard your scream that first day, he felt his heart stop. He didn’t recognize you right away, especially just by your voice, but he immediately felt that you were vital. And he was right. As soon as he got close, he recognized you in a way that only you could be the player he constantly cared for. Carefully he attempted to calm you down, he wasn’t even concerned for himself, he was worried you would hurt yourself with those sharp keys in hand. When you did finally calm down, he knew he had to take care of you, he felt it deep in his bones. As long as Trey is around, you won’t ever have to worry because he’ll be the one to dote on you.

“Hard day again? Dinner’s ready if you want, I made your favorite today. Hm? The bento I made you? Heh, I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. I’ll be sure to remember that you like that recipe. When you’re relaxed, I have these new dishes for you to try so I know what to make you for the rest of the week... You want to know how long this took for me to make? You don’t have to worry about that. Just enjoy it.” 

Riddle Rosehearts 

Rest assured, he will make sure your home is always in its best state. 

Besides you, Riddle is practically head of the household. He does a variety of chores and tasks, always aiming to make sure that your home is perfection. Although when he isn’t so focused on that, he does enjoy walking through the local gardens with you. 

Riddle takes his job very seriously, never reminding you though but he’ll remind the others. Don’t touch the thermostat! Keep the television’s volume at no more than fifteen bars! He’ll organize the files you brought home yesterday by the alphabet! Replace the roses every week! No running through the hallways! Remember to take off your shoes at the door! Every meal must––! On second thought, he’s not that good at cooking, so he’ll leave it up to Trey’s capable judgement. 

Somehow Riddle has become fairly acquainted with a large number of the apartment residents. You don’t know how or why, but especially the elderly residents have taken such a shine to the responsible boy that they will allow him to have any spare items they have such as tissues, water, and sometimes even food if they bought too much. This way you won’t have to spend so much money on these necessities. 

One reason Riddle gives himself so many responsibilities is because he wishes to be useful and not a burden. Through work including chores, gifts from neighbors, and quick earnings from tutoring younger residents, he wishes to pay you back for your immense hospitality. In the morning he may be going through bills for you, then he’ll tutor the kid downstairs, afterwards the elderly woman down the hall who Riddle often speaks to will offer him some cookies to take back to the apartment, once back to the apartment the work doesn’t stop for him. 

Another reason he buries himself in work is to pass the time. Just sitting there uselessly makes him slightly anxious, then he begins to think of you, then he begins to miss you terribly, and when he misses you terribly–– he becomes a lot easier to anger. To ease him, give him a call or text during your break. That will be sure to place him in a good mood, especially if you praise him for all his hard work. 

Riddle felt guilty for placing your vessel, Yuu, through such a hard time so early on. So, he attempts to make up for his mistakes. Not to brag but he was the first dorm leader to grow close to you. That’s rather exceptional, don’t you think?

Once he appeared in your apartment, he instantly felt soothed by pictures of your smiling face in portraits. Surely this couldn’t be the home of––...? They couldn’t be in the player’s world–– There was no possible way. But it was possible.

Upon hearing the commotion caused by a troublesome duo, he swiftly followed the feeling of the nearby presence, his heart beating quickly in anticipation. His mind was a mess, a storm of emotions so wild that it was fit to burst–– but then he saw you, and he was instantly calmed. That storm raging in his head went completely still. As you distanced yourself from Trey and Cater who were attempting to reason with you, you missed his slow sigh and the pure look of fondness in his eyes. Carefully he stepped forward, a serene smile on his face despite the chaotic dilemma they were in. As long as you were here with him, Riddle would forever commit himself to upholding your rulings. 

“Welcome home. Did those presentation notes I prepare for you help? Yes? I’m glad. That’s a relief. What about that file that–– Hm? You want to know how my day was first...? A-Ahem, I accomplished much today, so it went well. I appreciate you asking... and I’m thankful you were concerned enough to call me during your break. That was the highlight of my day.”

As a whole... 

Heartslabyul is definitely one of the more dynamic dorms to end up with. Expect game nights suggested by the younger duo, tea parties planned on the balcony or park by the dorm leader, and plans that involve going out all day are due to the older two’s scheduling. Going out with all of them at least once a week is a must, and you’ll likely end up going out with them individually for whatever reason you may leave the apartment for. For the most part, everything will be orderly and while you may have five roommates to deal with, you can be sure that you’ll never be alone and always be cheered up by them. They’re a handful sometimes, but they’ll care for you to the best of their abilities both for your hospitality and because they have no plans to leave you alone.

SAVANACLAW

Fur...? Why was there a bit of fur at your doorstep? What was that earthy scent? You didn’t spray any air freshener before you left the house–– There were sunflowers in the vase, the pillows on the couch had been moved as if someone tried to lay down, which would explain the chatting coming from somewhere deeper inside. It seemed they heard the door open, because the voices had quieted but the footsteps grew louder. First, a towering buff guy with white hair and wolf ears with a tail...? Appeared from the kitchen. 

Upon seeing this obviously stronger stranger in your home, you did what most people would’ve done: you screamed for help while making a dash back to the exit.

“W-Wait!” Immediately you were roughly grabbed by the back of your collar, pulled back into the guy before you could even touch the door. Panicking at the ruckus you were making, he held you a few inches off the ground so you wouldn’t try to run again. “Q-Quit yelling! We’re not gonna do anything to you!” 

A hand snuck over your mouth, muffling your cries for help as the owner of the hand, a short blonde guy, appeared in your line of vision. He too had animal ears and a short little tail. “I get it, from your perspective this does look bad, but I swear we ain’t tryin’ to rob you!”

Just as you were about to use the sharp end of your keys to fend off the silver-haired one and bite the blonde’s hand, another figure appeared. This one was a fairly tall and intimidating looking guy with a scar and messy mane of brown hair–– brown animal ears and a thin tail to top it off. Before you could go through with your plan, he pulled off the blonde’s hand from you and used his other hand to snatch your keys but he let you keep your phone. “If you get how it looks, then don’t make them think we’re holdin’ them captive. Drop them. Before you use that little phone of yours, you’re gonna hear me out.”

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of three claimed to be students of the Savanaclaw dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here?

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Savanaclaw gang, hm? 

Jack Howl 

Don’t worry, he’ll guard your home with his life! 

What’s Jack often up to around the apartment? When in his free time, he’ll do some workouts on the balcony and he’s very intrigued by the showings of the Olympics sports from this world. If you have any sport or workout items, he’ll be asking to use them and inquiring if you’d like to join him.

But over half the time he isn’t even in the apartment. If you go out, Jack will always willingly follow. He’s like a loyal canine that just refuses to leave you alone. Picking up groceries, supplies, escorting you to work, you name it and he’ll do it. 

You have gotten mistaken for a celebrity a few times because having an intimidating huge built guy like Jack tailing you everywhere makes people think that he’s some sort of special security for you. No, he’s not your bodyguard. He’s just always there to hold the basket at the store or fend off any creeps with a single glare and bare of his teeth. Just try not to pat his head in public, it’s hard to hide his huge tail from wagging. 

Jack actually misses you terribly whenever you’re not working from home. To cope with the feeling and refrain himself from going to your workplace, he does chores, workouts, and even does some odd jobs. Wait–– he actually worked a few hours at a gym and makes deliveries miles away by jogging? Yeah, he did. Take the money, he worked hard for it all to pay you back for your kindness. 

Any knock on the door or nearby footsteps is enough to put him on alert. After all, he did promise to protect your home. But when it’s just you returning from work, there’s a momentary grin on his face that he quickly tries to hide. He can’t hide his perked-up ears and rapidly wagging tail though. It’s obvious that he’s so happy to see you’re home! 

Had Jack known how important you would become to him, he would’ve never even thought of be so dismissive of your vessel, Yuu! He’s going to make up for his mistakes now, he swears it. 

When he appears in this new world, in an unfamiliar space, he’s overwhelmed by the new scents. For some reason this scent... it was both familiar but new, and comforting. As if he knew the person this apartment belonged to. 

On that fateful day when you tried to run for help, he couldn’t restrain himself from grabbing you. No! Just as he recognized you, just as he felt your grace, just as he met you, he wouldn’t let you get away! It felt surreal to hold you, but it also felt disrespectful, but he didn’t know how else to stop you from leaving. You couldn’t leave! Not when he just got here! When you were this close, he could confirm it. The scent, your scent, was so similar to the vessel Yuu. That had to mean that you were really the player he strived to be beside! It was you, you were really here and he was holding you. Now he had the opportunity to make up for his past mistakes, and he could properly protect you from all harm! 

“Let’s get home. I wasn’t waiting outside for long if that’s what you wanted to ask. Just an hour. I’ll hold the umbrella so your arm doesn’t get tired... What? I’m not being sweet! I-It’s not like that....! It’d just be bad if you caught a cold, that’s all. Besides, I said I’d wait for you to get off work to walk you home so randos don’t get too close to you...”

Ruggie Bucchi 

You have a real nice place here! In fact, he’ll take care of it.

What’s he often up to at the apartment? Ruggie enjoys digging through the fridge and pantry. He’s not one for doing nothing, so like Jack, he’ll stick obediently by your side. But he does like going out, and like Jack, if you give him something to do, he’ll immediately go do it. 

Actually, he’s helped you with shopping plenty of times, especially with clothing. It’s hard to find clothing that fits them and is enough to hide their beastman features, but Ruggie always manages and he’s a smart spender. 

Ruggie and Jack sort of have a system. One of them usually stays home while the other is out. Usually it’s Ruggie that stays at the apartment, cleaning and doing chores, much like what he would do for Leona but now on a larger scale and for more people.  

Oh, but when he does go out, he knows a surprising amount of people. He’s known around the area for taking odd jobs. Whether it be by serving tables for a cafe, making deliveries, stocking up a store, working as a cashier, or actually cooking, he’s on it. You better take the money before he changes his mind! He worked really hard for this you know? Still, he can’t complain. He gets a new home with food, a comfy bed, and you! What more could he ask for? 

Truthfully, he does get anxious when he’s been away from you for too long. He tries to drown the feeling with work, but it never goes away. That’s why he’s either waiting for you outside your workplace or right by the front door of the apartment. Really, he’s just as bad as Jack when it comes to that. Which is why you’ll get texts disguised as questions from him, just because he wants to hear from you. Questions like “want me to pick up lunch from someplace for you?” or “Where’d you put the feather duster? I’m trying to clean the place.” 

Ah, your poor vessel Yuu, such easy prey. Ruggie pitied them, so he ended up taking care of them as well. In exchange for his company, he had your grace. 

To be honest, at first he didn’t recognize the apartment they appeared in and he considered stealing. Then, he caught sight of a framed photo. That person in the picture... why did he suddenly feel joy at the image of this person’s smile? Then, it hit him when he noticed Leona’s change of demeanor. 

When he heard the sound of the door and saw Jack confront the stranger at the entrance, he watched you with wide eyes before zooming over. He had so many questions, but what was most important now was getting you to shush before any neighbors might become suspicious over the ruckus. Seeing you up close–– it felt like a dream that was always too far out of reach. Yet here you were, just within reach, so real that he could touch you as he placed his hand over your mouth to muffle your shouts. He wanted to make you laugh, see you smile, he wanted to please you. But he couldn’t do that, not when you were currently screaming your head off. But later, later he’s sure that there’ll be plenty of time to make you happy. 

“Welcome back! I got some drinks from that store you like at the corner. I worked there today so they let me take some home. Great, huh? I finished all the chores already too, so I’ll just stick by your side until you need me again~ Don’t mind me. Hm? You want to hear about my day? Well... I dunno why you’d want to know about that but okay––” 

Leona Kingscholar 

This place is small and puny, but it’ll do. 

What’s Leona often doing around the apartment? Napping. What else? His favorite napping spots are your bed, the couch, and the balcony, in that order. On special occasions he’ll go out to a park with you, and if prompted he’ll play some sports with Jack and Ruggie, so you can join and be on his team or be the audience to watch his overwhelming victory.

Don’t expect Leona to do chores or tasks, that’s Jack and Ruggie’s responsibility. But, that doesn’t mean that Leona is a complete burden. He’s pretty much number one in security. No one is getting near your apartment without him knowing about it. 

In fact, someone made the foolish mistake of trying to steal a package off your doorstep, only to be met with an open door and angry prince who heard the thief coming down the hall. You’re still not sure what he did to the thief, but he wasn’t merciful judging by the single droplet of blood that, presumably Ruggie, missed while cleaning up the mess. Frankly, you’re too afraid to ask. At the very least, the apartment complex hasn’t reported any stolen packages lately. 

Leona may not work to earn money like the others, but that doesn’t mean he lets his share go unpaid. On practically day one, just after they clarified they weren’t robbers, he wordlessly handed you a necklace he often wore. “For the rent.” He claimed. Turns out that necklace was pure gold, and would be more than enough to pay your entire rent for well over a year. So yeah, Leona already paid off his due. 

He won’t outright admit that he missed you, oh no. He’s too prideful for that. But through how intensely he watches the front door as he awaits your arrival, to his perked ears and swishing tail, you can tell. He woke up from his nap just for you, you know? He’ll grumble something akin to a greeting or welcome back, but just know he’s truly glad to see you. 

Yeah, he won’t lie, he used to hate your vessel’s, Yuu’s, guts, but that was before. Now, if anyone even thought they could get away with picking on Yuu, they were going to be in for a nasty and violent surprise. 

Upon first appearing in your apartment, Leona felt there was no need to even be on guard. It felt... comfortable here. As if he belonged here, wherever here was. Later he heard the door opening and soft footsteps. When he saw you, he realized why it was he felt so at peace here. It was because this was the player’s home, your home, and here you were. 

Leona was stunned for a moment. He didn’t need your personal confirmation, because he felt it, he knew immediately that it was you. You were the player that controlled Yuu, the one who stuck their nose into situations they shouldn’t involve themselves in. Like his own plans before his overblot. It was a real miracle you made it this long with those annoying habits. He didn’t like you before, but things changed after his overblot. Your presence through Yuu was like his cure, washing away the pain but not wholly. His pain couldn’t be quelled entirely just like that, but you helped alleviate his suffering. Even if you were a bother sometimes, you were also annoyingly endearing. Allow him to be selfish. Let him stand beside you, and he’ll gladly raze down anyone that was a threat. 

“You’re going to reward those canines? I don’t think they really deserve it. I practically gave them several minutes to get some pouncing lessons on that criminal who crept up to our front door, but they failed to even notice him. Reward the one who actually defended your home... Hm? What exactly did I do? Heh, don’t concern yourself with trivial matters~ Now, about my reward...” 

As a whole... 

With Savanaclaw there, you’ll always be safe. They’re practically guard dogs–– well, a guard wolf, a guard hyena, and guard lion. It’s safe to say that your apartment is as secure as a vault with them around. You know what’s also fun? Going out with them all and acting like an important figure, because when you have three guys following you like a team of security guards, people seem to get the wrong idea all the time. Trips to the park on days off are also fairly common, whether you just want to relax with a walk and sit in the shade or be more active with sports, they’re right there with you. After long days, naps on the spacious balcony to bask in the evening setting sun also become normal. You’ve already accepted them and they don’t plan to leave you alone to fend for yourself. Surely you won’t ever try to get them to abandon you, right? 

OCTAVINELLE

There was a fruity smell in the air, as if something delicious was being concocted right from your very kitchen. But... you never made anything like that before you left. The empty vase on the table was decorated with seashells, you heard the clinking of ice in a glass from the kitchen and running water as dishes were being washed. There was definitely someone here. When one of the voices and footsteps grew louder, a tall and slim man waltzed right out of the kitchen and into the living room where you both made eye contact and froze. 

Seeing such a menacing stranger in your apartment was not something you wished to be welcomed with. As that teal-haired guy began to give a toothy grin, you decided to move before he did. So you ran back to the door and began to scream for help. 

“Aha! Wait! Where are you going~? I haven’t even said anything!” The guy was fast. So fast that he passed you. But, he didn’t make an effort to grab you, instead he blocked the door and locked it shut, grinning at you all the while. “Beat you~”

Abruptly, the keys you were going to use as a make-shift weapon as well as your phone you could have used to call for help, were snatched out of your hands. There stood another stranger that looked nearly identical to the first. However, his smile was more polite as he held your items out of reach, “Please, quiet down and forgive me for taking your belongings, but it’s of the utmost importance that you hear us out before making a rash decision you may come to regret. Worry not, we will not harm a single hair on your little head.” 

Before you could say anything, a third man appeared. This one was unlike the other two. He was a bit shorter, but had gray wavy hair and glasses. Seeing you reluctantly compliant and listening to what was being said, placed him at ease. He gave you a charming smile as he greeted smoothly, all while holding out a sweet-smelling decorated beverage like the type to be sold at a bar, towards you to accept. “Welcome! Welcome! Forgive our intrusion in your lovely home, but we simply had no choice! I do hope you aren't too shocked. Here! As a token of our goodwill, have this drink I brewed myself while I enlighten you to the situation at hand!"

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of three claimed to be students of the Octavinelle dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here?

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Octavinelle gang, hm?

Floyd Leech 

Ahh, you’re so small and weak! Don’t worry, now you got him to help out! 

What’s he often doing around the apartment? Anything and everything, really. Floyd’s taken an interest in all the new things of this world from the shows, to the games, to the people, especially you. Anytime you go out, he’ll follow whether you want him to or not, and he’ll find some way of entertainment, it could be directly from you or something else. 

Like mentioned before, Floyd will follow you anywhere, and that’s probably his favorite thing to do. You never bore him, even if you’re doing something he sees as pointless. If you’re going to get the mail, or just for a walk, or anything really, he’ll be there to pester you with a happy grin and look of admiration in his eyes. 

The bad thing about Floyd? He has a terrible habit of getting into trouble, which is why Jade always has to be the one to reign him in and Azul has to make up for what was done. He’s somehow found you at work and snuck into your office multiple times and refuses to leave, so you’re stuck with him spinning in the extra office chair as you work the last hours of your shift. 

You’ve gotten home early once to see Floyd with messy clothes and the others equally a mess likely from trying to prevent him from going further or scold him for whatever he was doing. But the instant he saw you, he brightened up and acted as if nothing happened. The others refuse to tell you what he did. It might be best you don’t ask. 

You know Floyd misses you, because like mentioned before, he gets so impatient that he shows up at your work. When he does have the little patience to wait at the apartment, you’re being greeted with the widest grin and big but too tight hug. 

Yeah, Floyd loved tormenting your vessel, Yuu. But you know what was better? Seeing Yuu content. When Yuu was happy, he knew you were happy, and if your joy were because of him, then that was the best feeling he could get. 

Upon appearing in the apartment, Floyd immediately was intrigued by the seemingly normal looking place. He couldn’t put his finger on it right away, but there was something soothing but interesting about this place. As if it were drawing him in to stay and wait for something or someone.

Ah, you really were the player! So cute and defenseless~! Really, your place wasn’t bad, but did you take care of yourself? Humans had a lot of necessities and requirements. He was nosy and slipped into situations people didn’t want him in, but he’ll make sure that you’re treated well! It’s the least he can do if he wants to see you happy, right~? Oh, this was great! He had you now, and you had him! He’s not gonna ever let you slip away from him now, you understand that, don’t you? But it’s alright. As long as he was here, no matter how bothersome and clingy he could be, he’ll make you just as happy as you make him. He’d do anything to see you smile.

“Aha, did you try to go out without me? That’s gutsy of you~! Did you think I wouldn’t notice, huh? You know... I should squeeeze you for that ‘till you go pop...! But, I like you better in one piece~ If you try that again, I will squeeze you. So! Where are we going today, hm? Somewhere cool? Let’s have fun together, okay~?”

Jade Leech 

You have no need to worry. Your home is in his capable hands. 

What’s he usually doing around the apartment when in his free time? Well, he’s used some of the balcony space to have a mushroom garden, with your permission of course (There’s so many new species in this world!). Tea breaks are also common as he likes to sample the different types at the local store. 

Jade will usually accompany you as well, in order to prevent his brother from causing too much trouble and assist you in anyway. Shopping? Consider it done. You needn’t strain yourself carrying the heavy bags. Hungry? Let’s head home where he can cook something specifically to your liking. 

Don’t be mistaken though, he isn’t always so benevolent and gentlemanly, at least when you’re not around or there’s a lingering threat. He once discovered a particularly nosey guest seemingly preparing themselves to rummage through your apartment, but Jade and his brother promptly took care of the issue. Don’t worry, that unwelcome guest won’t be returning. Ever. 

You’re not sure how, but Jade with the help of Floyd, earn a lot of money. They claim it’s by making special beverages and meals for residents, but it’s an odd amount of money just for that. Still, every Monday morning on the dot, he hands you the wad of cash already carefully counted. If you press into how exactly he’s getting this much money, he’ll merely smile and insist he did nothing more. You know that’s a lie though, and you’re not sure if you want to know what he’s doing for all that money. 

If asked, Jade will admit he missed you. He enjoys watching your attempts at teasing backfire. Which makes you flustered and gives him the upper hand with the teasing. Oh dear, why is your face so red~? Come here, let him wipe your cheeks with a handkerchief. His words and actions only serve to embarrass you more, and he knows. 

Yes, Jade did indeed enjoy tormenting the vessel, Yuu. Even so, he was intrigued by them and the player controlling them. What a curious being you must be, to control this person like your own doll. He wanted to know more, and he would. 

Like his brother, he also felt a strange sense of wanting to stay in the apartment. Although he was certain it wasn’t due to the building itself, but rather something that was often there. Which is how he came upon portraits and framed photos, his gaze focusing intensely on your face in the images. 

When he heard rapid footsteps followed by a scream and Floyd’s laugh, that was his cue to appear. There you were, escape prevented by his twin. That’s when he swooped in. Seeing your eyes widen and focus on him, with that look on your face, it gave him such a thrill. Yet, he could only assume that your delight was far more appealing. As he spoke to you, he could only eagerly think about how he would get to further know you, and possibly receive some answers to his questions. This time not by toying with the vessel, but by keeping the real you in his constrictive grasp. Yes, he would now get to know everything about you, and there was no escape. 

“Welcome home... Well, it’s my pleasure to welcome you back. It’s the least I can do after you’ve provided us with shelter, food, and companionship. So, I will do my best to serve you–– Hm? You want to go out as it’s beginning to rain? Forgive me, I cannot allow that. Humans are sensitive to the cold, so there’s the possibility of you getting sick... If you’re so adamant about going, then perhaps it’s alright for me to lock you in your room~ Heh, it’s a mere joke. Sit now, dinner will be served shortly.”

Azul Ashengrotto 

You may place all your faith in him, he will take care of everything! 

What’s this dorm leader doing around the apartment? A variety of things actually. He can never quite sit still, except when watching or reading reports on the economy. Azul is greatly intrigued by this world of yours, there’s so much more to learn here so he’ll begin learning right away! 

If you allow him, his favorite way to spend time with you is by relaxing inside. However, he will follow you and the twins just to avoid being alone. But if it were up to him, he’d much rather enjoy your company while reading or chatting over a tea break. 

Don’t be fooled, Azul is the real breadwinner, he probably earns more than you at this point. Having the magic to fulfill someone’s wishes in a magicless world has its benefits, and he’ll reap it for what it’s worth, of course without exposing the use of magic. He does promise to limit his dealings when you insist he keep a low profile. Spoiler, he doesn’t limit them, he just makes sure you don’t learn about it. 

Besides that, Azul does a plethora of chores like Jade and will even cook on occasion. His cooking is amazing, so when you ask him to do it more often, he’s beyond flattered. 

Yeah, don’t let his business-like demeanor and charm fool you. Azul is absolutely whipped for you. If you mention you want something, he’s buying it. If you touch him, he absolutely melts. If you praise him, he gets so happy he could cry (he won’t in front of you though). If you don’t like something he does, just be a little upset and he’s scrambling to desperately fix it, he’ll never do whatever made you upset again (unless it’s for you, then he’s just extra careful to not be caught). 

Like I said, he’s whipped for you. He’s got you schedule down to a t. He’s the first one to greet you with a good morning and cup of your preferred beverage, he’s got your paperwork filed and went over it all to make sure it’s correct, he’s begrudgingly saying goodbye to you at the door. Then when you get home, he’s always at the door, you don’t even open it, he does because he’s already expecting you. He’s greeting you with the most sincere smile and proceeds to ask about your day. Anything to relax, you just need ask. 

Azul does deeply regret tormenting your vessel, Yuu. However, in part, he’s grateful for it, because he got to meet you through it. He began to grow attached to your divine presence through Yuu, he needed you. 

When they appeared in your apartment, he felt such bliss in this space and he could only connect the dots. The thought that perhaps that this was your home, the player’s home... It sent his heart into a frenzy. No, wait–– He wasn’t supposed to meet you like this! He wasn’t prepared! He needed to get to work immediately! 

All he could prepare in the meantime was a drink as an offering, and he made sure to wash every single dish and surface he used. Then, he heard a scream followed by Floyd’s laugh and Jade’s voice. He felt his heart stop, like time was slowing down. This was it. You were here. This was the moment he dreamed about, the one he wished for, and yearned for more than any other. Quickly, without wanting to waste another second, he stepped into your line of vision and he saw you. You were... absolutely divine. Azul actually felt nervous as he spoke, trying his very best to remain composed and not just collapse with you in his arms. It was truly you...! He’d gladly be all yours to possess, and you would belong to him, if you would accept him. 

“Huh? M-My pearl! You’ve returned earlier than expected–– Welcome home! I’m certain you’ve worked hard and–– Hm? I was merely surprised to see you at this time, that’s all! No, I have nothing to hide. I would never hide anything from you! This is the truth... Where are Jade and Floyd you ask? They’re handling some rather... important tasks. Now that we have this rare opportunity alone together, allow me to take advantage of it by treating you to a dinner you deserve!” 

As a whole...

Octavinelle is a bit tricky. Sometimes you know exactly what they’re doing and what to expect, the other half of the time is when you don’t know what they’re doing and you aren’t sure what to expect. There’s lots of teasing from the twins, and suspicious deals by the dorm leader that you never accept because you saw how he was like in the game. Formal dinners, trips to the complex pool, antics in the kitchen, this is all common when living with these three. You’ll have an easy life with how much they earn, but it’s also better to remain cautious. After all, you never know what they’re truly after and they always give you the strangest looks. You poor dear, you haven’t even noticed it but you’ve already fallen far into their trap. There’s no separating now.

[fungifanart]

I’ll show you true terror

Characters: male!Yuu, Cater, Deuce, Trey, Riddle, Leona, Ruggie, Jade, Floyd, Azul, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Idia, Ortho, Malleus, Lilia, Jack is mentioned, but doesn’t say anything

cw: Blood, severe injury, death, decapitation

Word count: 2K

Notes: So, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m also into Twisted Wonderland now and the magicam monsters from the new event pissed me off so much that I figured “Why not traumatize them just a BIT more?”

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It’s honestly miraculous how everything is coming together so perfectly, given how little time they all had to prepare their own acts, but seeing it happen with your own eyes is truly an experience like no other.

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“P-please! I just wanted to take a picture! I’m not a ghost—“ You cry out as numerous hands drag you into the dirt, covering your mouth and eyes.

“Ssssshhhhh, don’t worry,” A certain red-headed skeleton says as you sink deeper into the earth, “We made this grave just for you. Now you can enjoy your eternal sleep with the others.”

You hear the sounds of screaming and retreating footsteps and take them as your cue to emerge from the ground, clothes covered in mud, “Ugh, I cannot wait for this to be over just so I can take a long, hot shower.”

“Getting tired already? Don’t forget that you’ve still got six other attractions to get to.” The blue-haired skeleton reminds you.

“Oh crap, you’re right!” You realize, “I need to change and get to the coliseum!” You say as you grab your change of clothes and sprint in the direction of the pirate attraction.

……………

“…Are we sure he’ll be okay?” Trey asks as your silhouette disappears.

“I say we have faith in him. I doubt he would’ve made the suggestion if he wasn’t confident he could pull it off.” Riddle assures the other man as the other dorm members come together.

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“I-I can’t move! What’s happening?!” You say from the shadows as a robotic replica of you stands frozen among the other magicam monsters.

“Guys, I seriously can’t feel my limbs at all! I-I can’t…feel…” You trail off as your robot double is reduced to sand in front of the rulebreakers and their eyes go wide in horror, sending them running towards the exit once they can move, but not before they can be confronted by your pirate beastman friend.

Afterwards, you stride out of the shadows, brushing the sand off your clothes to the sound of panicked, retreating footsteps.

You’re approached by Leona as you finish getting the sand off and are preparing to go to your next stop, “I gotta hand it to ya, Herbivore. You’re really outdoing yourself with this little stunt of yours.” He says while sounding mildly impressed.

“Heh, you haven’t seen the half of it!” You gleefully reply as you make your way out of the coliseum.

……………

Leona and Ruggie watch your retreating form from their place in the group.

“I’m still shocked that a bleeding heart like him was able to come up with such a sadistic plan,” Ruggie comments, “And, not gonna lie, I’m a little turned-on by it—“ His statement is cut off by a punch to the shoulder from Leona.

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“W-wait!” You beg as Floyd wraps tightly around you in his eel form, “I’ll never eat unadon again, just let me go—“ The lights go out and your body disappears before you can finish your sentence, leaving nothing, but a lone slime-covered selfie stick on the ground in front of the horrified rulebreakers.

You finish changing into a set of clothes that isn’t thoroughly coated in mer-eel slime as the screams get more faint from the distance.

“Honestly Floyd, did you really have to get it ALL over me? I’m on a tight schedule, you know!” You complain.

“Awww, but I rarely get to squeeze Shrimpy nowadays! I needed to relish it as much as I could!” Floyd whines while draping his arm over your shoulder.

“Fufufu, now now Floyd, I’m sure the Prefect will let you squeeze him as much as you want once this is over, but he needs to be off now.” Jade says to make him relent.

“Fiiiiiiine, but you better scare those magicam monsters good, y’hear?” Floyd says as you rush out of the room.

……………..

“Now why can’t he have this level of productivity and work ethic whenever he works at the Mostro Lounge?” Azul pouts.

“‘Cause this stuff is actually fun?” Floyd comments, earning a smack on the head from the shorter man.

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You use the frantic footsteps approaching yours and Kalim’s location as your cue to cry out, “N-NO! DON’T COME NEAR ME—AAAGH!!!” and push out a robotic replica of your bloody, mangled corpse onto the ground in front of the rulebreakers from the darkness of the forest, allowing your beloved werewolf to finish the job in sending them running far, far away.

Once the footsteps disappear, you emerge from the bushes to high five Kalim as Jamil and their dorm mates approach.

“Very impressive, you two. I’d almost thought the Prefect was actually being attacked by a legitimate werewolf with how thorough your acting was.” Jamil compliments.

“At this rate, the magicam monsters will be gone in time for the party!” Kalim says excitedly.

“Don’t get complacent, Kalim. We’re not outta the woods yet.” You warn, “Speaking of which, I need to get moving. See you guys later!” You wave as you start the trek to the mirror chamber.

………….

“He’s quite the evil mastermind when he wants to be, isn’t he?” Jamil wonders out loud.

“I wouldn’t say THAT, but he definitely gets this cunning gleam in his eyes when everything goes well. It’s amazing to see!” Kalim comments.

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“N-no…Vil…I trusted you…” You say after feigning having your life drained away and falling to the ground in clear view of the rulebreakers and their looks of terror.

“Ugh, I do so hate it when my meals refuse to shut up.” Vil says nonchalantly.

You get up after the next set of magicam monsters is out of sight and enlist Vil’s help in quickly cleaning off the fake blood from your neck.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I do not understand why you won’t join the drama club. You’re a natural!” Vil says enthusiastically.

“Oh hush. We both know the journalism club would be nothing without me.” You reply, “Now, is the blood gone? We’re getting down to the wire here!”

“Not a drop or mark left! You may depart with my blessing!” Vil concludes as you nod and leave for the library at practically a full sprint.

……………..

“Seeing Monsieur Trickster so energized for the task at hand is truly a rare and wonderful sight, indeed!” Rook comments.

“No kiddin’” Epel adds, “Even when he was describing his plan, it felt like I was looking at a completely different person.”

“I suppose that shows how strongly he feels about this whole affair.” Vil muses while recalling how the magicam monsters so rudely intruded on Ramshackle dorm.

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You cry out as the vines drag you into the darkness of the library and later wait with baited breath as one of the clearly disturbed rulebreakers tries to remove the head of the Pumpkin Knight. However, their looks of shock at the knight’s lack of a human head turn to sheer horror as a robotic replica of your own severed head falls out the bottom of the pumpkin mask they’d been holding.

You watch in satisfaction as Idia succeeds in scaring away the rulebreakers and offer some applause as the sound of footsteps fades away.

“Masterfully done, Sir Shroud!” You applaud, “You’ve truly spread the good word of Creepy Hollow this day!”

“Tch, not like I was gonna let a fake fan like that get away. Even if we didn’t have time to go all in.” Idia responds with a look of distaste.

“I really can’t thank you enough for skimping out on your own attraction to help me go through with mine.” You thank the fiery-haired man earnestly.

“Heehee, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain then consider us even.” Idia responds, “I know that I’d be itching for revenge if someone came barging into my dorm like that so I figured ‘Why not give the Prefect that chance?’”

“Ah crap! Speaking of, I need to get to Ramshackle! See you later!” You wave goodbye as you run out of the library to meet Malleus and the others at your dorm.

………….

“Are you quite sure you can call yourselves even, given how late you were up making all those replicas?” Ortho inquires.

“Heeheehee, staying up all night doing nothing, but building robots and programming holograms is a small price to pay for three weeks of one-on-one gaming time!” Idia proudly exclaims as his brother gives a defeated sigh.

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You sprint down the decrepit hallways of Ramshackle dorm with the magicam monsters, being very careful in ensuring that whatever exit you take, you’re the only one to make it out.

Once you’re outside, you take a deep breath before shouting “Wait, you’re—NO!!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!! AAA—“ you cut yourself off and quickly find a bush to hide in as you watch the dreaded Long himself surround the rulebreakers with a ring of green fire while holding robotic replicas of your decapitated corpse in one hand and your severed head in the other.

You quickly jump out of your bush once you’re sure you won’t be seen by the fleeing rulebreakers so you can commend your draconic friends on their performance.

“Nice touch with the ring of fire, Lostie! I could almost feel it from all the way over there!” You compliment while motioning back to your hiding spot.

“Hmph, that fire was a mere glimpse of the rage I felt when they showed such brazen disrespect for their surroundings.” Malleus replies while gingerly setting down your robotic head and body, “Though I admit I’m still quite perturbed at handling such a striking replica to yourself in such a way while doing so.”

“Oh, come now. It’s all part of the act, so it’s hardly a cause for concern.” Lilia reassures him.

“Yeah, don’t you worry! I’m still in one piece so all is well!” You add, “But that’s enough chatting for me. I’ve gotta get to my final stop before the magicam monsters get any ideas!” You conclude with a villainous smirk before taking off towards Main Street.

……………

“I daresay we’ve seen a very interesting side to Ramshackle’s Prefect today. Wouldn’t you agree, Malleus?” Lilia comments after seeing you off.

“Indeed. Such brutal plans almost sounded foreign when they came out of his mouth.” Malleus muses.

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This is it. You’ve finally reached the climax of your revenge. Your carefully laid out plan has gone perfectly until this point with the help of the other dorms and now it’s up to you to drive it home!

Just as you’d planned, the seven groups of fleeing magicam monsters are converging on your position at Main Street, allowing you to leave them all in shock as you appear in front of them, safe and sound.

“D-didn’t he…?”

“He’s the one that was…”

“B-but does that mean—“

You hear the anxious whispers of the rulebreakers and barely manage to suppress your smile as you begin to speak, “Jeez, are you guys alright? You all look like…” You wait for the lights across Main Street to shut off before finishing your sentence, “you’ve seen a ghost.”

The split second of darkness and silence is interrupted by Grim and your ghost friends letting loose an enormous “BOO!!!” from behind the magicam monsters, sending them running and screaming towards the front gates of NRC while being hounded by different holograms of yourself, some covered in mud, some missing limbs, until it’s just you, Grim and the ghosts at the entrance, watching the rulebreakers make a beeline for the ferry off the island.

A beat of silence passes before you break out into cheers and celebration, high-fiving each other at finally expelling the magicam monsters.

You stop for a second to question whether you should be feeling this elated at the raw terror the rulebreakers were surely feeling, but then you remember how they broke into your dorm, committed all kinds of vandalism over the campus and almost ruined Grim’s first Halloween and you instantly feel better about your actions.

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The night ends with you and Grim laying down in bed after a nice shower and slowly drifting off to sleep as you recall when you where initially laying out your plan for the others the day before.

You smugly recall the dumbfounded looks on everyone’s faces as you concluded the outline of your plan, “Seeing the same person die in numerous horrible ways only for them to appear in front of you unharmed would be quite shocking, no?” You said with an evil glint in your eye.

[giacomettislament]

Could I req Cater, Vil, and Trey using their unique magic during sex? (Like Cater's clones) Sorry if that isn't super specific ww

woman of venice ii

“control me more, darling.”

trey. cater. vil.

content warning(s): explicit content, brief mention of torture (not used within the actual smut), gangbang

—To feel is to be human. Humans were unique due to the vast range of their emotions, their senses, and their ability to react accordingly to these phenomena. It was no wonder that stripping someone of their senses entirely was one of the most cruel yet effective forms of torture, because at its very core, it stripped its victim of their thoughts: their humanity.

You wonder if that is what Trey’s goal is, tampering with all of your senses. Ever since he whispered “Doodle Suit” and left you in this drunken trance, your body can only register him and all the things he’s doing to you. Your vision blurs, your mouth runs sweet, and your skin is so, so much more sensitive than it should be to his every touch.

His fingers ghost over your thighs, and you nearly scream at the sensation. He watches you with eyes blown open wide with lust, almost like he doesn’t recognize that he’s the one who’s manipulating your body.

“T-Trey…! Please…,” you plead, bucking your hips against nothing. He stays silent, continuing to massage the soft flesh of your legs with his big hands, and he observes the way your sex drools and keens for attention as if you were the one that put him under a spell instead.

He traces your heat with a curious finger, and your body shudders with shock. It isn’t fair of him to do this to you, to make you want him so much more than you should because of that stupid spell of his, and all you can think about in your sex-crazed mind is how good it would feel for him to spear you on his cock, to grind down on his girthy shaft and feel his balls lewdly rubbing against the curve of your body, to willingly surrender yourself—body, soul, and conscious—to him.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I never knew I could do this to you… Never thought I could be so powerful.” He savors the way you crumble beneath him, any morsel of pride thrown out the window. It makes some greedy, hungry monster inside his chest purr with ecstasy knowing that he single-handedly tore you down in such a humiliating manner. “Stay strong, sugar plum. If you’re going crazy over me just teasing you, how in the world do you expect to take my cock fully?”

That you don’t know. All you care, through your half-lidded eyes, is that you want it, and you want it now. But Trey seems to think otherwise, and your brain desperately clings to the final strains of logic that wisp around in your mind, slowly falling deeper and deeper into that torturous spell of his.

—”Fuck, you look so cute…”

You can barely think. Your skin’s sticky and heavy with all the bodies pressed against you, and your mind feels even more fogged and dizzy. Cater sits a bit away, his fist wrapped around his swollen cock as he jerks himself off. His clones ravage your body, each one whining and trying to get your attention on them.

“S-So tight…! Cay-kun’s gonna cum!”

“Does this feel good? Do you like it when lots of Cay-kuns show you love?”

“C-Cumming…!”

Your hole burns with how much his cock has rutted into you. The moment one clone finishes inside you, another takes its place. Your hands keep jerking off the ones who aren’t fuck you, and each of them glower with jealousy at one another for taking up your attention.

The real Cater continues to edge himself. His balls twitch and clench up—seeing you being overwhelmed turns him on like nothing else! You look so weak and cute, your brains all fucked out and body overrun by all of his clones! His stomach coils and twists with heat. He wishes he could watch you being fucked out like this forever, but Cater knows perfectly well that he can only last for so long using his unique magic so strenuously like this.

And the greedy boy knows that he would never, ever let another man see you in such a state. He loves being denied, being held off from touching you the way he loves most, but he only takes it because in some twisted logic, it’s still him having sex with you. Albeit his clones, but it’s not another guy you’re running off too.

Cater flicks his fingers over the head of his cock, shuddering at the pleasure running up his body. He stares at you, his lovestruck eyes blown open wide with lust. He must look so pathetic to you, panting like a dog as he masturbates to the sight of you being overtaken by himself.

“Cay-kun’s making you feel good, right?” He asks. His voice is laced with a kind of needy desperation. You can’t even answer him, too focused on surviving for the moment, and he giggles brokenly to himself. “I’ll make you feel so good! Do you like it when lots of men give you attention like this? Don’t worry then! All the Cays here will give you as much attention as you want!”

—You can’t move your body. Your limbs are locked in place, and Vil hovers over you. The sheer amount of cum that leaks down your thighs from how much he’s used your body to pleasure himself seems almost impossible, but you should know better than to doubt the ambitious man he is. He grits his teeth as he grinds into you again, his grimoire ditched off to the side as he digs his nails into your hips.

“Hah… My idiotic darling,” he whispers. “Did you really take me to be a kind, patient man? Useless fools like you are good for nothing but taking care of my dick.”

His magic is overpowering, just like who he is. It’s that damn curse of his that keeps you in place, leaving your gut swirling and turning in on itself whenever the thick head of his cock punches your sweet spot deep in you. It would be so easy to cry and beg for mercy normally, but Vil needs to let off steam. And if cursing you with his unique magic to satisfy himself is what it takes, you’re more than happy to take the brunt of his wrath.

His thrusts are rhythmic but rough, leaving you slumped over his bed as he brings his hips down against yours again and again. His cock won’t stop stretching your abused hole out, and whenever Vil switches positions to fuck into you at a new angle, the pressure coiling up inside of you becomes unbearable.

It’s absolutely unfair how good he feels, even when he’s reduced your body to nothing more than a sex toy for him to use. Your grip on reality is fading, and you can easily see how you’d get hooked onto something as dangerous as this.

But being his sex doll wouldn’t be such a bad thing now, would it? You’re sure the man holding onto your body for dear life would treat you so sweetly. He’d take care of you so long as you’re willing to depend on him and put your life in his hands. It would be so easy to just let go…

x

[twst-drabbles]

riddle is a work in progress but the boys

Summary: Seems Ace and Deuce got into a spot of trouble.

(Hehehehe okay, so starting from now on, any art piece sent to me will have a drabble written for it based on the art. Hope you don’t mind me doing that. If you don’t want me to, just say the word. I just want to poke each and every one of them!)

You woke up with a start when you felt something tug off your blanket. You wiped at your mouth, finding drool on your skin, but you put that off when you saw Trey and Cater jumping up and down, waving their little arms.

You tried to blink the sleep from your eyes, but it’s kinda hard to do that when you’re still on your comfortable spot on the sofa. You couldn’t help how your words came out slurred. “Something wrong, Trey, Cater?”

With your arm hanging down, the little nymphs grabbed your sleeve, tugging on it as best as their body could manage. They really want you out of the couch for something. You hope it isn’t too serious.

“Alright, alright,” you groggily pushed yourself up, glancing at the clock on the wall, “Damn, only a twenty minute nap?”

No wonder you’re in a mood. Though, in all seriousness, how much trouble could happen in twenty minutes?

…actually you can think of many things. Ugh, you only hope it isn’t anything too bad.

Trey went on ahead to the back door, pushing past the little door you had installed so that all the pets can come in without leaving the back door open. Cater, however, took to weaving and running around your legs, as though you’ll lose interest and take off in a different direction. You did pretend that you were going to the fridge, but Cater grabbed your leg before it could turn.

To the backyard, you guess.

When you got there, it wasn’t as bad as you imagined it to be. Well, there was a mess to be sure. The grass was fine but there were large sections of bushes and tree with their flowers missing, seemingly cut off by unsteady hands. As though however did it was in a hurry.

All you had to do was look down to see what exactly happened.

Ace and Deuce were sitting on their butts, one half crossing his arms while the other had the sense ot look guilty. Right next to them was comically large pile of flowers, stems all of uneven lengths, petals a most vibrant color. Around their necks was Riddle’s signature punishment collar, a ring of thin red leaves, clamped around and puffed up in such a way that they reminded you of a jester’s neck wear.

Well it’s rather suiting.

“What did you clown do now?”

Ace kicked out his legs in anger while Deuce dipped his head down deeper.

Riddle, from up above, descended on his roots, standing as tall as his little self would allow him. He’s practically quivering in anger. Trey, ever the mediator, tapped at the writhing roots, looking up at him expectantly. Riddle took a deep breath and lowered himself to the ground. Trey patted his head and the roseling went from angry to just, pouty.

Really, you can’t take a peaceful nap nowadays.