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everybodyshusband · 1 year

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WELL YOU HAVE MY BRAIN ON FIRE NOW.

A Sister of Sin who had been having crush at aether for the longest time now, -> the said sister of sin going AWOOGA when Aether took her to bed

you have been so fucking patient with me, so thank you

(this ended up being so much longer than i expected, and i haven't properly proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes)

2.6k words of gratuitous trans!aether/sister of sin finger fucking and (sort of) tail sex under the cut

The Sister kneels with the quintessence ghoul on his carpeted bedroom floor. “Holy shit,” she breathes out, one hand hovering just above the scar lines on Aether’s chest, the other clasping onto his shoulder for stability. “Can I… can I touch them?”

Aether nods. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.”

The Sister sucks in a breath as her hand makes contact with the faded scar tissue; her fingers tracing almost reverently over his chest. “You’re– fuck, they’re beautiful.” He can feel his face heat up at the compliment. It’s not often his scars get shown this kind of appreciation; something akin to worship.

Her eyes keep flicking up, making contact with Aether’s. He notices with satisfaction the vibrant blush spreading quickly across her face each time their eyes meet. She looks away each time, only to flick her eyes back up to meet his own a few seconds later. Her blush grows ever stronger with every pass of her hands over his body, and he’d be lying if he said he can’t feel his dick chubbing up, or his pussy beginning to soak his boxers in slick.

(Although, the fact that the Sister of Sin in front of him is brushing her fingertips over his nipples—ghosting her hot breath over the sensitive buds with almost every pass of her hand—and scars are definitely aiding his cunt in becoming well and truly soaked for the woman in front of him.)

Unbidden, his tail snakes around his side and glides against the Sister’s leg; up and under her habit, the spaded tip caressing her upper thigh. He feels her shiver with it—he can smell the arousal on her too; orange and jasmine, sweet and soft—and grins.

“Is everything alright, Sister? You’re blushing.”

She stares up at him like she’s been caught doing something wrong; her expression the picture of innocence—Aether hopes it won’t stay that way for long, though. ‘N– no. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Aether teases, swiping his tail against her thigh even higher up than before and caressing her inner thigh, up high enough on her leg that he can just about feel the seam of her panties against the tip of his tail. She gasps out—albeit softly—but Aether can’t help but find the way she tries to hide it with a small cough endearing.

“It’s more than fine.” Under her flustered blush, there’s a devious look in her eye that suggests maybe—just maybe—she knows where she wants this to go, and how Aether wants this to go, too. And as much as he loves it, Aether wants to knock that slight smirk right off her face and turn it into one of glassy-eyed, pliant submission.

“So, if I do this…” He shifts his tail to the side until he can feel the fabric of her panties underneath its tip; they’re soaked through. “You won’t mind?”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Not at all.” She rocks herself against his tail gently, testing the waters. It must feel good because she lets out a quiet moan; the noise is so quiet it’s almost a whimper. “Keep– keep going? Please?”

In lieu of a response, Aether puts more pressure on her clit with his tail, earning a soft moan in reward. Her panties must be made of a lace of some kind because they’re rough against his tail and Aether swears he can feel every detail of her dripping pussy through the fabric. At the next pass of his tail, the Sister gasps and shudders forward and grips onto Aether’s arms to stabilise herself. He tips her head up, getting her to connect eyes with him as he smiles gently down at her. They both lean in at the same time, kissing each other with a softness Aether didn’t know was possible. Her lips are soft and taste like berries—strawberries, if he had to place a name to the sweet taste that floods his mouth through the kisses.

She pulls back, her face covered in a flustered blush all over again. “You’ve got no clue how long I’ve wanted that to happen.”

Aether thinks back to all the times he’s caught her staring during Mass, each time she made blushing eye contact over their daily chores. He thinks he vaguely remembers one of the other Siblings nudging her and making exaggerated kissing faces when he walked past them the other day on the way to Copia’s office. He smirks, just a little. “I think I do, actually.”

He pulls her back in close immediately, kissing her with an open mouth and just enough restraint to let her lead the kiss. Thankfully, she seems to be just as desperate as Aether—probably more so, judging by the way she’s still rocking her hips along his tail. He flicks the tip of it, aiming for her clit, and if the way she moans into his mouth—louder than the last time, but still painfully quiet; almost as if she’s trying to be quiet on purpose—and deepens the kiss is any indication, Aether’s clearly found the right place; it’d be hard not to, considering he can feel every detail of her soaked pussy through the thin, lacy fabric—in fact, her slick makes the fabric even wetter, letting him feel even more of her underneath it. Aether leans forward into the kiss, placing one hand on her back and the other against her veil as he slowly guides her back until she’s laying down against the floor. He hovers over her; his tail still swiping back and forth against her clit, marvelling at the way she so willingly lets him guide her to wherever he sees fit.

He pulls back and lets the Sister catch her breath for a minute; basking in the way her chest heaves and her eyes sparkle as she grins up at him.

“You make such beautiful noises, Sister,” he comments. “Why do you keep hiding them from me, hmm?” He punctuates his words with a pressured drag of his tail against her clit, which makes her whimper out a soft “oh”. She slaps both her hands over her mouth, as if by hiding herself from him, she’ll somehow find a way to prevent Aether from hearing the proof of her pleasure.

She flushes an even darker shade of red (if that’s even possible—Aether isn’t sure, but he’s never been very good at colours in the first place; one of those human things he just can’t seem to get) once she realises he’s able to hear every pretty sound escaping her lips, and stammers. “I– I– I don’t– uhm–”

Aether chuckles, not unkindly. “Oh, Sister, listen to you, it’s unholy. If I pushed you to, how loud do you think you could get? My bet’s on not very.” The lie comes to him easily; he’s almost certain he heard this Sister and another Sibling as he passed by one of the relic rooms the day before—the same Sibling who teased her about her crush on him, if he recalls correctly. She was loud. He wants to know if he can make her even louder.

“Wa– wanna bet on it?” Even entirely out of breath and blissed-out on pleasure, she still manages to sound sly and teasing. How she does it, Aether has no idea.

“On what terms?” Aether keeps up the movement of his tail against her clit, but at the same time, begins to drag his fingers down from her head and towards her chest. He takes his time with it, trailing his hands down her neck and across her collarbones—over the dark fabric covering them—in the hopes that perhaps if he keeps her distracted with pleasure for long enough, this won’t end badly for him. He’s sure he’ll end up losing the bet either way, but he has to at least try.

“If I can stay quiet, I get to fuck you the next time you’re at the alter at Mass.” Aether bites back a groan, he’s supposed to be the one in charge here, dammit. “And if I can’t…”

“I get to fuck you?” Aether knows he sounds eager, probably embarrassingly so, but he can’t find it in himself to care. The thought of the Sister in front of him spread out on the stone altar for everyone to see as he fucks her is… a lot. He can’t wait.

“Exactly.”

“Fuck yes.”

The Sister laughs, which quickly turns into a breathy gasp when Aether thumbs one of her nipples over the fabric of her habit. He can feel how hard they are, even though the thick fabric; all sensitive and pebbled—proof of her arousal—from his constant ministrations on her clit. With the spade of his tail, he feels her get wetter as he continues to pinch and play with her tits. He’s wringing soft gasps and whimpers out of her, but no proper moans; not yet, at least.

“Do you wanna shake on it?” She sounds remarkably put-together for someone being stimulated on both ends. Aether plans on changing that.

“Sorry,” he grins, “my hands are full.”

“What do you–? Oh, Aether!” She cuts herself off with her first real moan as she realises exactly what Aether meant. Two of his fingers are buried knuckle deep in her pussy, having found no resistance—just as he expected—thanks to how wet she is. Against his hand, Aether can feel where the Sister started dripping down her thighs and soaking through the fabric of her habit. He hasn’t played with humans for a while and he forgot how wet some of them can get. It’s making his head spin. He adjusts his hand so he can thumb over her clit as he thrusts his fingers inside of her and she lets out a heady gasp. “Move, Aeth. Please.”

“With pleasure, Sister.” He punctuates his words with a few slow drags of his fingers, knowing it’ll drive her insane and get her squirming with how much he’s already worked her up with his tail. He’s right, within two—maybe three—thrusts of his fingers inside of her, she’s already writhing underneath him and softly begging him for more. “If you want more, you’re going to have to be louder. I can barely hear you.” It’s a lie, he can hear her perfectly fine, but he longs to find out just how loud he can get her—and, naturally, he wants to win their bet, but hearing pretty, desperate noises spill out unbidden from the Sister in front of him takes priority at the moment.

She moans out, frustrated. “Aether, please. I can’t– I can’t take it. I don’t wanna be teased, I need to cum. Please, Aeth, please.” God–fucking–damnit—if Aether didn’t know better, he’d assume she’s been taking begging lessons from Swiss or Rain. In between each sentence is a breathy, wanton moan that has Aether’s tail involuntarily drifting in between his own legs. He’s soaked, and just thinking about how the Sister’s wetness is now combined with his own causes a new wave of slick to soak his tail.

“Good.” He speeds up the movement of his hand until his room is filled with the wet sounds of his fingers inside her pussy and the Sister’s moans and whimpers. The sounds only serve to spur him on further, encouraging his tail to tease the soaked entrance of his cunt and push itself inside him. He groans out and when the Sister lifts her head to see what made him react like that, she thumps it back immediately and cries out.

“Fuck! I’m– I’m close, Aether, shit!”

He laughs as best as he can with his own tail slowly driving him insane. “Already? Just from watching me fuck myself with my tail as I do the same to you with my fingers?”

“Y– yeah. Oh, fuck!” Clearly, she’s forgotten all about their bet. That, or she’s too caught up in her own pleasure to care anymore. Either way, it’s ratcheting Aether closer and closer to the edge with every noise she lets out.

He changes the angle of his tail as he thrusts it in and out of himself, and all of a sudden, he’s right on the edge with the Sister below him. “Fuck, I’m close too.” Sparks fly down his spine, straight to his dick and he’s helpless to stop the moan that escapes him. “Think you can cum for me, Sister? Right now?” The way his own slick drips down his tail as he fucks it into himself is making it a struggle to form words—let alone think clearly—but he thinks he does an alright job.

“Please.” Her hips are rocking back and forth against his fingers, as if she’s trying to get them even deeper in her pussy. “Please let me cum?”

He reaches up with his free hand and swipes at one of her nipples over her habit; she whines at him, urgently. “Aether, I can’t– I’m gonna–”

“Shh, it’s okay. You can cum. Cum for me, go on. I’m right there with you, fuck.”

She cries out when she cums—it’s almost a scream; almost. It’s the loudest noise she’s made the entire time and it sends Aether barrelling right over the edge with her; both his tail and his fingers making obscene noises as he fucks into each of their cunts. He’s determined to make her actually scream next time, if there is one. They both shudder through their orgasms, gasping out and groaning at the glorious feeling of release they’re experiencing together.

Aether is the first to recover; gently pulling his fingers off of the Sister’s clit and out of her pussy before flopping back onto the floor with a shocked chuckle. “Holy shit.”

She laughs in agreement and sits up—albeit a little shakily. “Yeah, holy shit.”

Aether stands up—also a little wobbly—and offers his hand out to her, pulling her up and leading her over to his bed. “C’mon, we can lay down for a while. Take a nap, maybe. We’ve deserved it.”

“Sounds perfect,” she smiles, “and besides, I’ve got to get my energy back if I’m going to fuck you at the next Mass.”

Aether gasps in mock horror. “Excuse me? Did you hear yourself, Sister? I wouldn’t be surprised if half the Abbey could hear you when you came.”

“What? No way, you’re lying!” She laughs and bats at his chest, still bare, with his scars on full display.

“He’s not.” What the fuck?

Both their heads turn towards the doorway, wondering who the fuck said that. And, oh, it’s Swiss. Of course it is. He’s leaning in the doorway—Aether has no idea when Swiss opened the door—with his arms crossed, observing the pair with a smirk on his face.

“W– what?” The Sister’s blush is beginning to return.

“He’s not lying. We could all hear you in the commons.”

The Sister hides her face in her hands—her face covered in an embarrassed blush—but Aether can see a smile peeking through her fingers, so clearly, she’s not as mortified as she’s pretending to be.

Aether grins, smugly. “Hah! I told you.”

Swiss steps into the room. “I wouldn’t sound so smug, big guy. You weren’t so quiet, yourself.” Oh.

The Sister removes her face from her hands and laughs, her face still overtaken by the deep colour of her blush. “Hah!” She mimics. “But wait… How are we going to work out our bet, then?”

“Well…” Swiss begins—never a good sign, although maybe his idea will have promise. “The way I see it, there are two options.”

“...Go on.” Aether’s intrigued, he can’t help it.

“Either the two of you take turns to fuck each other at Mass.”

“Or?” The Sister looks far too curious.

“Or…” he continues. “I fuck you both.”

Holy shit.

“The second one.” Aether breathes out. “Holy fuck, Swiss, the second one, please.”

“You like the sound of that, Aeth? How about you, Sister?”

“Fuck yes.” Her eyes are practically shining and Aether can relate.

Their next Mass is going to be fun.

that's it!! i hope it was worth the wait, haha! i might also post this one on ao3 once i've edited and refined it a little?

#trans aether has such a chokehold on me #pushing my “aether april” agenda onto the world #aether ghoul #sister of sin #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band #nameless ghouls #aether x sister of sin #aether/sister of sin #female oc #swiss ghoul #my fics #husband writes

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Now I want Callie and ghoul reader.. istg ghoul reader is becoming a favorite of mine, but for it's for good reason. Callie has a breakdown wondering where they gone, and finds them roaming the streets for things to bring back. She deals with their prey, an unlucky individual who happened to scrap their knee after falling off their bike - and makes making necklace out of their bones <3

"So...so pretty. How are you still so beautiful like this? Please don't run off like that again. Someone might try to steal you from me and I'll.. I'll be all alone again. You don't want that, right? You love me - as much as I love you, don't you? Ah...you still have blood in your hair.. l-let me wash it out for you."

#Femcel queen #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #Ghoul reader #female yandere

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ghouljams · 9 months

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sick of seeing all this fae!ghost gossip

WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR LOVE? MOVE GHOST I WANT HER. “but ghost would kill you if-“ i dont care. im holding love in my arms and kissing her gently come on schmukims lets get outta here 😒🙏

(i love Love, my lil pookie bear)

First Goose and now Love... smh, Ghost can't have shit.

Love is just ":3c" all the time. She'll throw her arms around you and kiss you silly, you've been warned.

#ghoul speaks #oc talk #oc: love #Love is a lil pookie bear huh #this is what I get for writing good female characters #I'm joking but only sort of

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jinxghoul · 2 years

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𝕬 𝖑𝖆𝖟𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ✨

Look at this cute little thing! I love insect so much he is the cutest baby I ever seen. I would die for him!! ❤️ insect is the oc from @dedmau I hope it’s okay that I draw him with my oc. I hope you like it! I'm looking forward to more pictures of your oc.

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#germany #art #digital fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #drawing #me #my oc art #female artists #ghost fanart #ghost oc #ghost ghouls #the band ghost #ghost #namelessghoulettes #nameless ghoul oc #nameless ghouls

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sixx-sixx-sixx · 5 days

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THE TRADER’S DAUGHTER — cooper “the ghoul” howard x female!oc

EDIT; FOLLOW @bonafideyapper FOR FUTURE PARTS

warnings(?): dbf!cooper, female!oc, oc is described as brown eyed (but feel free to picture whatever you want), proofread to the best of my ability (correcting capitalization is not my priority on my phone, this is hard enough to format as is), this series will have smut at some point but let me work up to writing that (meaning, let me smoke this joint and see where the wind takes me), there’s allusion to smut in this towards the end but it’s nothing wild

(this is part one of some) - part 2

Daisy hadn’t seen Cooper for a very, very long time. She’d never forgotten the charismatic cowboy that told her stories of the old world and of his encounters with creatures in the wasteland. The ghoul that would bring her little trinkets from his travels, gifting her a pearl necklace for her 10th birthday. A single pearl on a dainty silver chain that she would wear every day until it wore out. She was 13 when that happened, and was utterly devastated. Thankfully, she had charmed a local boy for a new chain, sneaking behind her dad’s back to go on a few dates with the kid. She’s continue to flirt with men and make empty promises to them to replace the chain each time it broke.

Cooper had gotten himself into some thick shit, spending a good time locked up by some raiders and other bullshit that got him sidetracked. On the other side of the goddamn wasteland, on the fucking east coast. How did he even get to the fucking east coast? By the time he made it back to the trading post, over a decade had passed, and it showed in the size of the once-familiar settlement. More gambling, more fighting in the streets, whole lotta bad shit that he didn’t have time to get involved with. He made his way through the town, his gaze trained on the old trading post at the center of town. He took careful notice of how men sneered at him as he passed by them, mumbling some racist bullshit about his ghoulishness.

Fuck them, he thought as he stepped up to the door of the trading post. He opened the door to hear the old bell jingle to alert his presence, watching as a young woman walked out from the back room with a routine “Welcome to Jo’s Shack, what can I get you?” leaving her pretty pink lips.

Daisy was almost in shock, seeing the ghoul standing in her doorway. She had assumed the worst over the years, as his visits had become less and less until they were not at all. She figured he was dead, shriveled up and baking in the sun. Or worse, she worried he had gone feral, which was always going to be inevitable in his case. Either way, she would keep extra chems stocked for the day he returned.

Cooper strolled towards the counter and looked at the girl, recognizing those big brown eyes from a mile away. “Hey, little flower. Your daddy around?” He asked her, his eyes flickering down to look at the pearl around her neck. Huh, he didn’t know she’d have kept it all those years. Pretty things were hard to keep around these parts.

Daisy’s face broke out into a grin and she gave him a little nod, leaning forward to get a good look at him. “Sure is, I’ll go get him for you. he’s not gonna believe this.” She had to fight to maintain her composure and keep her excitement at bay, going through the back room and up the stairs to the second floor of the shack to where her father was sleeping. In the ghoul’s absence, Daisy had grown to be a respectable trader, taking over the face of her father’s shop after growing up learning from the best. Although the population was tougher, she was just as tough, and nobody dared to fuck with Jo’s Shack or the woman running the place.

She stepped back out to the main room and leaned against the newly-reinforced counter, a bright smile on her face as she gazed up at him. He was just as handsome as she remembered, though she was never truly able to capture how his eyes lit up at the sight of her.

“Flower, you are just as pretty as a peach.” Cooper flashed her a wide grin, unashamedly flirting with the girl who he had essentially watched grow up. And whew, did she grow up good. He couldn’t help himself as he let his sunken eyes roam over the smooth, exposed skin of her chest, the tank top she wore under her unzipped jacket left little to the imagination.

Daisy thought his southern drawl was absolutely intoxicating as she slid a little box of chem vials across the counter to him, “Thank you, Coop. Don’t tell dad I gave these to you.” She winked and leaned back as her dad came out to greet his old friend, letting the two men greet each other like they hadn’t spent any time apart.

“Cooper Howard, you son of a bitch! I hope you brought me that Brahmin you still owe me.” Josiah grinned as he pulled the ghoul in for a hug, giving him shit over some long-forgotten wager on a card game. Coop patted him on the back with a shit-eating grin, “Yessir, why, yo’ momma’s waitin’ outside!”

Daisy watched Cooper closely as she stood beside her dad, taking in the way his skin had started to redden in places she didn’t remember being scarred over before. She had spent her whole adolescence infatuated with him, playing it off as a silly little girl crush on a big strong man (who had killed for her, but that’s a story for another day.) Her pulse quickened as she overhead her father invite the ghoul inside for a drink and to rest, watching him come around the counter to push through the curtains leading to the back.

It was fucked up, Cooper knew that. He knew it was fucked up to already be thinking about the woman behind him. Thinking about how sweet she sounded when she said his name, thinking about that little pearl necklace dangling in his face as she skillfully sat atop his—

He really needed that drink, and maybe a puff of his inhaler before he went feral at the thought of something as soft and pretty as his Daisy having anything to do with something as scarred and distorted as him.

a/n: okay yall what do we think about part one? I got to the app to post it and immediately rewrote the ending because I hated the original, so I hope this was good!

taglist: @savanahc @one-of-thewalkingdead @silverose365 @neverendingdumptser

#the ghoul fallout #the ghoul x oc #the ghoul fanfiction #the ghoul imagine #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard fanfiction #cooper howard x oc #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #fallout imagine #cooper howard smut #teehee #trader’s daughter

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shinjisdone · 9 months

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Female! MC and Friends - Deuce Spade

[What's it like to hang out with Deuce and be dragged into his Events as a female]

(Very much and I mean very much and I mean super duper, incredibly unbelievably, HUMONGUSLY AND GIGANTICALLY based on my oc's reaction)

Oh, sweet, sweet Deuce.

Your meeting may have been rocky and awkward but he quickly grew on you as he realized that he can be himself around you without any judgement. He's sweet and thoughtful, a bit dumb but such a great guy that it is impossible to dislike him.

Though it was really, uh, surprising to find out that the guy who first wouldn't look you in the eye, would stand frozen in your presence or stutter like crazy because he doesnt know how to be around girls, to vehemently threaten to beat two guys black and blue for cracking eggs - and never did you think he'd become one of your closest friends.

You consider him your best friend and vice versa (but don't tell Ace or Grim).

As much as you enjoy being around him, this...'gap' that he has of switching between a hard-working good boy and straight up delinquent is...uh...

Well, you do end up in odd situations due to it.

At Helloween...

At Helloween, Deuce was eager to show his best.

No matter your costume, Deuce will let you know that you look good - er, scary!

Even if it objectively sucks and Ace is laughing at you, Deuce will compliment the effort you put into it! That's what counts!

If you dress up in a way that's anything but scary (maybe stylish, cool or cute?) then Deuce might be...confused? It's Helloween. You're supposed to be scary.

Like; You could be the cutest witch or the trendiest ghoul but Deuce is like ???? Where's the blood and gore??? Where scary???

Will support your decision no matter what though even if he doesn't get it!

But when he gets possesed during the night, crying and calling for his mother, you were concerned and maybe a bit weirded out.

"Would you like to talk?" You place a hand on his shoulder and he's grateful for it, though too embarrassed to show it.

Once everything is settled and normal, you talk before Deuce feels good enough to go out there again.

Maybe there's more to discuss but he's happy you were so considered. Might be squealing inside and tear up (Deuce no, you just stopped crying) before wiping it off and proclaiming to be the scariest monster tonight! He'll scare the shit out of everyone, they'll forget what happened earlier!

Might invite you to trick-and-treating. Well, it's Helloween and it's fun and you are his b-best fr-friend, so...

Whether you can do that or not, be sure to share some sweets with him (those with eggs or egg-shaped will make him happy!) After your spooky tour.

If you are spooked easily, Deuce will first be like "??? For real?" But then explain to you that no one really wants to do you harm. It's all in good fun!

But...if someone takes it too far with scaring you, be sure that delinquent!Deuce will teach 'em a lesson! Switches his personality real quick, good boy to 'haaAAAH? WHAT DID U SAY TO HER?!" real quick.

Goes full into his scary costume persona and threatens people to bury them alive.

When others try to brush it off as a joke or him just playing his role, they are playing with fire. Deuce is more serious than they think.

'Dude...calm down, you're living the role a bit too much!'

'Hah? A gravekeeper gotta do his duty and yer being too loud for a corpse...'

You're his best friend...he won't allow anyone to talk to you or mess with you like that!

Plus, Deuce is especially protective of you since you are a girl.

Please stop him before he ruins Helloween (and worse, Riddle finds out...)

Haunted house? Sure, Sounds like fun! Let's go, my besuto furendo! Ah, but don't tell Ace and Grim, they're just gonna keep making fun of you two and ruin the atmosphere by 'booohing~' all over the place, thinking they're scary.

Deuce would enjoy it much more with only you two. :)

Cmon, lets take this haunted house on!

He first says with great vigor but feels himself get unnerved real quickly by all these effects and spells.

N-no, he aint scared! N-n-not at all, what are ya talking about????

Will jump silently at each spook and unwittingly get closer to your side. Please don't tease him OR promise to protect him. He's not scared after all! HE'S NOT!

If YOU get scared, Deuce got a problem. He says he'll look out for you no problem...! But has to act like he's not pissing his pants as well...!

Gets kinda in front of but also next to you, holding his fists up. Eerily quiet as he acts like a Bodyguard while trying not to squeak in fear.

However, if somehow something's targeting you especially, Deuce will once again go into delinquent mode.

Screaming profanities while also shaking to the bone. HUUUHHH? W-Whaddya think you're doing, t-targeting his best f-friend! Don't get on his nerves...!

Really wants to get out of there.

At New Year's...

You make sure to keep being a regular for him and be his gREATEST SUPPORT AND FAN, YOU WILL BUY EVERY PRODUCT HE RECOMMENdS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW FAR YOU WILL GO FOR DEUCE

My man is so humbled and touched, like he just wants to keep giving you discount after discount with the goofiest smile. Sam has to stop him before he loses profit.

Will. Do. His. Very. Best. Until dawn. Deuce feels so supported by you, he feels like he could carry mountains!

Shows off his new Yukata to you. Did you know that you can hide things in those sleeves? And look how many layers these clothes have! Really interesting, he never has worn something like a Yukata before so he gushes about his experiences of it with you.

Oh, would you like to wear one, too? Sam can surely prepare one. Oh, would you like a kimono instead?

Looks forward to your visits - ahem, patronage! Sam probably told him how to speak with customers so he puffs out his chest, clears his throat and adresses you with 'Miss' or Ma'am' (the latter you found funny. Bro, we are both first-years.). He might play his role really well and bow to you and recomend you things that a 'Miss' like you might want or need. It's humoring but there's a chance he might slip up and talk to you like usual.

If old-school stuff like that makes you laugh, it makes his experience as a shop clerk 100% better. Hearing you giggle recruits his spirit on times where he feels tired.

Might get all sappy and genuinely thank you for the support, not only as a customer but for all that you've done for him this year. He looks forward to the next...! And hopes you'll still be there with him.

When he cooks...

People will keep you from being the judge because they just know, THEY JUST KNOW you're gonna be nice to Deuce even if he presented you actual garbage on a plate.

No judging for you! Giving a nine for a undercooked dish with bits of eggshells in it is lying, dummy.

Nevertheless, you cheer Deuce on! Ace sarcastically calls you his 'cheerleader'. And you can bet Deuce turns his head and cheers back with a big grin, waving around the utensil in his hand (he's getting food all over the place and the stove is burning - but his homie is cheering him on!)

If there are leftovers, Deuce will give them to you. Now you have to be nice because he's really looking forward to your critique and will take it very much to heart.

Will keep on improving his cooking skills and chooses you as his judge everytime. It's nice to get extra free food but you're always being nice...Ace says he can't improve like that when you aren't honest. He's right but...you can't crush that big hopeful glint in his eyes, look at him 🥺

Besides, Deuce kinda gets fired up and extra careful when thinking of making food for you. It's extra motivation. It hits different when he makes things for people he cares about; his mom, grandma, friends and you.

Ngl, he has preferances and really likes to make things for you as thanks for always sticking by him. Sometimes Deuce believes he doesnt deserve it.

Expect a lot of egg dishes.

When YOU cook for him or in general, man, prepare to have him be fired up!

A five-course meal? A bento box? Or a simple sandwich? It would not matter, Deuce would eat them all equally carefully, delicately and savoring each bite. He'd give his opinion with a full, chewing mouth.

And if it makes you happy? BRO he will do ANYTHING FOR YOU. Cheer on your cooking, volunteer to even eat garbage for you, protect your food, utensils, kitchen, EVERYTHING!

It's just...so nice. No one but his mom cared enough to make him food. All he ever did was cause trouble for everyone and those he considered his 'friends' were just as shallow and troubled as him.

But you here care. And it makes him so happy.

Stay in his life forever, won't you?

(He might say that outloud all of a sudden after thinking hard and silently, the food spitting out of his mouth as he looks at you and says this. Ace is a bit flabbergasted and yells out 'OI. That sounds almost like...! Like...! Ya know?! Deuce, dude, think before you say anything! Is the food laced with some potion, is makin' ya say weird shit????'

Deuce doesn't quite get it but he didn't really mean it in a way for you to always cook for him. But these dishes are just another reminder how much you care for him.

Though once he does...and the fact that a girl is cooking for him in the first place...and who is not his mom...and he said those things right after...it makes him incredibly shy and he WILL blush.

HE - JUST...kinda got flashbacks of his mom when he ate home-cooked food, so the thought didn't cross him mind, okay?! Shut up, Ace and Grim!

When you gaze at the stars...

Very hyped and determined boy!

A good boy! So good that he doesn't get why Trey and Idia are making such a fuss about the dance and outfits. It's an honor, is it not?

Will be confused by their embarrassment and turn to you, asking if their dances and clothes are too much. When you answer no, he turns to the other two and is like; 'See? (Name) doens't find it weird either.'

Trey just shakes his head while Idia is like dude

Idia might want you to NOT be anywhere near Deuce and kinda not-subtly pushes you away. 'Listen, heroine, if you're presence turns Spade into that 'childhood-friend-crush-guy-who'd do anything for you and becomes puppy - then don't. I don't need those vibes.'

????? What's he talking about??? (Childhood friend? You met Deuce at NRC just like Idia...)

Well, let's just say that you pop in here and there and ask about the wish-collecting state. Deuce would gladly tell you of his progress (no matter if good or not).

Wants you to watch and critique his dance. You might follow along, just so you can hold the long, long, long sleeves and silks of his outfit up so he won't trip again. It's like you become his second robe.

Will blush if you end up dancing too close.

With each meet-up you have Deuce will always ask you what your wish is! He's very eager to fulfill it!

What it truly is depends on you...but if it does involve going home, Deuce will unwittingly get saddened by it. Of course. This isn't really your home.

But even so...he promises he will do his best to make it come true. If Crowley cannot find a way, then Deuce will not only try his hardest to become a full-fledged honor student, but also a mage powerful enough to send you back home!

He says all of this and believes it. Nevertheless, he tries to bury his sadness of your inevitable departure deep within him. At least for tonight.

When you dance to a masquerade...

Deuce looks soooo good!

He looks so proud of himself and really admires the work put into the outfit!

You openly tell him he looks handsome! And he kinda clams up, face red.

Handsome? Not good, not nice, but handsome? Out of all the things you could have chosen, you choose to call him handsome?

O-oo-o-o-o-oo-oh...

Blushing profusely and avoiding your gaze he tries to regain his voice.

"O-Oh, you l-look..."

He struggles. Should he call you handsome too even if you are a girl? Would you like that? Or would that be too much? How does he think you look like anyway?

He looks back up to uh, get a look at you to know how he feels about your outfit and his head is swirling with thoughts.

Cool? Fitting? Cute? Dashing? Lovely? Handsome? Good????

Uh....

He doesn't know!

"Uh, thanks. You l-look...really nice, too. It suits you...everything kinda does."

(It is not meant as a pun if you are wearing a suit by the way, he's just dumb.)

Yet...he is honest when he means that everything suits you. The Helloween costume, the chef cook wear, the Yukata or Kimono...and now this. You look good whenever.

HIS HEART WILL MAKE EXTRA LEAPS IF YOU TELL HIM HE LOOKS LIKE A MUSKETEER!

HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS BUT YOU SMILE SO BRIGHTLY WHILE SAYING IT SO IT MUST BE GOOD???

yEP, his heart is skipping a beat when you explain that a musketeer is a hero. Him, a hero? A good guy, like the magic police? Not a delinquent? Oh, man.

Well, compliments aside, it is time to dance. Deuce practiced with Riddle but he'd like his first dance to be with you. On one hand to get into it first with someone he is comfortable with and trusts but also because he wants to.

Just know that he only practiced the waltz and knows no other. (Oh, there's just the waltz? Phew...)

Calms a bit down since he focuses on dancing well but when he looks back up to your eyes through the holes of your mask?

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

(〃艸〃)

It'S even worse when he doesn't know where to put his hands (he does, Riddle showed him) but putting it on your waist? It's...a bit much.

Enough to make a delinquent like him blush.

And now as he looks up and sees your hands tightly holding the other...which isn't the first time you've done but here, in this very town, in this very hall, it feels different.

Deuce tries to enjoy this dance and he does. There are just new thoughts and feelings daring to distract him from time to time.

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