#let him be your boo thang !!

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Jealousy, Implied catcalling, Harassment, Cannibalism?? Implied Biting, Possessiveness

Description: Alastor realizing the price he pays for having a total fox as an S/O

LOOK

Alastor is happy to show you off, you're his delicious, tasty, mouth-watering babe of a partner

He likes seeing the envy on other's faces when you two are together, likes having you on his arm

Love love loves having your attention solely on him, ignoring the rest of them

He loves rubbing the fact that you're his and his alone in everyone's face, he practically dangles you in their drooling faces just to snatch you up for himself in front of them

What Alastor doesn't love is when people try to take you for themselves, or take your attention from him

Or when they make you uncomfortable/annoyed/sad/the list could keep going

You often were catcalled or sometimes even followed when you walked alone, thirsty demons drooling/hooting over you as you walked by

It's all Alastor can do not to simply just hunt down every single offender, knowing you can take care of yourself

But still

You only need to ask

He never really imagined anybody would make a move on you until it actually happens

He only stepped away for one moment and when he came back some idiot was already flirting with you

Like backed you up against a wall while trying to win you over kind of flirting

Saying filthy things that made Alastor's skin crawl when he pictured it

You looked bored and annoyed 😒 arms crossed defensively over your body(any extra limbs are also tucked in close)

You were hardly listening, perking up once you saw Alastor coming back, moving to meet him halfway

Alastor knows you're tough, knows you can take care of yourself, but when he sees them actually go to make a grab at you

Motherfucker-

Not him physically ripping the offender away from you

Not him using his power to hold them down while he punishes them for even thinking of touching you

Just when he's about finished he'll ask you what their real punishment should be, leaving their fate in your hands

He just wants to please his lil boo-thang

If you choose mercy then Alastor will simply toss them aside and loop his arm with yours, continuing your day as if nothing had happened

If you don't choose mercy then Alastor will gleefully devour them right in front of you if, not even hiding the fact that he's showing off his more monstrous form

Then it's right back to whatever you two were doing before

"No, don't kiss me until you wash your mouth out!"

Maybe is a little more...clingy...after realizing that others are drawn towards you just as he is

He love hates how attractive you are, almost whining about it at times when you two are alone

As if you even asked to look so fine

Can't you just...always stay in the hotel or something???? No????

Maybe wear a collar that says "Alastor" on it???

Um no bitch

Bby why

Let him give you bite marks and hickeys for everyone to see??? Just a few~ He'll be so gentle~ Won't taste your super tasty blood at all~

Okay maybe you two found a compromise

"Alastor w-wait~ Not there~"

Not him biting you in public to mark his territory

Your mans is FERAL

#alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

[braxlrose]

DOM 2023 TOM KAULITZ PLEASE

a/n: ngl you guys, im really getting into 2023 tom like romantically. bc obviously yall know im not a fan of player tom, but him now 😜 he's my boo thang fr too bad im not a granny

cw: humiliation, degradation, bondage, doggy style, face fucking, oral (m!recieving), teasing, clit slapping, vibrators

dom modern!tom hcs

-now 2023 tom and 2000s tom sexually, don't have that big of a difference. but I do think he's a lot more intimate now and possessive in bed

-if you guys are doing it doggy style, he likes it a couple different ways. if hes feeling more romantic and loving, he'll be leaned down over you, his chest to your back, kissing your neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in you ear

"you look so beautiful, baby.."

"taking me so well, schatz..always been so perfect for me."

"look how pretty you are"

"lemme make you feel good, sweetie"

-but if he's feeling more possessive and horny he'll be manhandling you, have you face down into a pillow w/ your ass up, his hands on your hips, just pounding into you.

-bonus points if you guys are doing this in front of a mirror and he makes you watch yourself + if you put your face down back into the bed or look away he'll tug and pull your hair forcing you to look at yourself taking his cock

"fuckkk..letting me use this pussy, you just love being a little slut f'me, don't you..?"

"Nuh uh uh...you gotta look at yourself, pretty baby. gotta watch how slutty your little pussy is..taking my big, fat cock."

"come on, touch yourself and don't stop until I say so...wanna see that pretty pussy cum f'me.."

"I don't know if it'll fit, schatzi...your dumb little pussy might not be able to take it."

-huge tease

-before putting it in, he'll rub his tip around for a bit. not his fault your whines are so pretty..

-slaps your clit if you don't answer him or his questions

-loves using a vibrator on you and then turning it off to edge you if you've been bratty

-interlocks his fingers w/ yours when you two are having sex. doesn't matter if it's rough or soft sex, he can't help it. it makes him happy

-like bill, if you two are doing something more rough or new (or just sex in general) he makes sure to have a safe word if you ever wanna tap out

-he honestly feels awful when you use your safe word. not because you used your safe word but because he knows he pushed you too far and should've asked if you were okay more often or something. second guesses himself until you pull him in for a hug and hold onto him while you're shaking

-he's amazing at aftercare. he wants you to know how much he loves and cherishes you and make you feel safe. he also goes an extra mile if degradation was added into the mix

-he kisses your entire body after sex

-he carries you around after rough sex so you don't have to walk

-he massages your legs after sex too

-he loves cowgirl because you just look so sexy up on top of him and he still gets to be in charge even though you're the one on top

-face fucks you when you're sucking him off if he gets impatient either because you're going too slow or something else

-takes his belt off and ties your wrists w/ it sometimes

-shoves his tongue down your throat when he's about to climax

I WILL BE WRITING MORE 2023 TOM YOU GUYS DW

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[macsimagines]

Ahhh you write for them wonderfully? You’ve gone above and beyond my expectations and I appreciate all you’ve done ♡

I hope that you’re not too busy and that I’m not pestering you too much; may i request the same Yan! Shin/Izana/Ran trio stalking their darling throughout the city on their day off? Like them following and observing as their s/o runs errands, goes to appointments, etc?

Thank you for the love and thank you for your patience with me. Ive really enjoyed writing your requests

Yandere!Shinichiro

Was devastated when you told him he couldn't go with you. "My bad Boo, but you're too distracting and I really need to get these errands done today."

He took such great offense to that. What's so distracting about constantly having a hand on your ass and his tongue in your mouth- ok. Maybe he can be a smidge attention diverting...

But its ok! He can still be with you, just in a far off corner where you can't see him. Its almost nostalgic, it's just like back in high school before you two were dating.

Loves the way you're doing your errands though. Look at his baby go, being all domestic at the grocery store. Takes pictures on his phone because its just too cute the way you read all the store labels.

You end up catching him in the frozen foods section. "Hey there, sweet thang... Come here often?" Cheesy pick up lines and his stalking aside, at least he's cute right?

Yandere!Izana

What in the hell? You chew his ear off about how you never get to spend time together and how he always blows you off and now that he finally has a day set aside for you, you can't even spare him a second?

"Sorry baby, I've got a really important appointment today and I can't miss it." "Are you shittin' me? An appointment for what?" "....hair."

You must think you're real slick if you honestly believe that he'll fall for a lie like that. He knew this was gong to happen. Obviously you're planning on leaving him.

Like he'll let you walk away, its his own fault, as if you can leave him alive, he should've paid more attention to you, you're not going anywhere but in a fucking body bag, please don't go.

He follows you, he wants to catch you in the act. Did you meet someone new? Are you trying to just dip out of town while his guard is down?

Izana does catch you. At an appointment. At a maternity clinic. So you did lie, but this is a whole other monster than what he was ready for. Could this mean...

Waits outside for an hour and can't even enjoy the shocked look on your face. All he wants are answers.

"Well, Y/N?" With shaky hands and tears in your eyes you hand him a picture of an ultrasound. He can barely make out the tiny blob in the photo but suddenly he knows why you were so moody and trying to blow him off.

"I'm sor-!" Izana isn't one for PDA, but before you can get even a single apology out he's embracing you in a tight hug. This is the best possible outcome.

Yandere!Ran

Well ain't this a bitch? He wakes up at the crack of dawn, 12pm, and you've already left the apartment? Only leaving a note; Enjoy your day off baby! Running errands, be back 2nite!

Bullshit! He took the day off for you, and to sleep like the dead, but mostly for you! Ran had actually planned to take you out shopping then drop by that nice restaurant you like so much for dinner.

This will not stand. Using the app he had installed on your phone, he bought it and pays the bill he can put whatever he wants on it, he tracks your location all the way to the market.

He's going to surprise you and drag you home. You can't just take off like that. Who is he supposed to spoon when you're gone? His pillow? Pathetic.

But then he sees you. So cute in your skirt and sweater, holding a basket of all that fresh produce he knows use when you make him his food. You take such good care of him.

Ran really does want to be mad but how can he when you're just an angel....

When he finally confronts you he does try hard to front like he's mad. "You could've woken me up..." he pouts. You just pat him on the head. "Big baby. Want to help me pick out some fruit? I'm thinking of making a parfait for dessert?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere ran haitani

[jinxxedmisery]

God... WHY!? (NSFW)

Headcanons plus a short fic.

Warnings: NSFW content.. this is literally a scenario about Gojo being a goofball during the deed...

Anywho... enjoy...Hope you like dead memes and cringe... (I hate myself for writing this... This should be a war crime)

Generally Gojo enjoys bringing humor into the bedroom, he really loves seeing you laugh.

But sometimes... He can get so fucking annoying.

As you lay on your back, hands pinned down to the bed, Gojo on top of you, thrusting into you in just the right way to make you scream...

A song you know all too well comes on... He's played it during sex so often. After that damned reddit r/AITA post he will not stop.

You've begged him to delete it from your Spotify playlist, but he never did.

Nasty little shit likes to see you go from whining about wanting him deeper to whining wanting him to stop acting like an idiot

Ofc.. He likes calling you really stupid pet names as well.. in and out of the bedroom..

And you better believe he thrusts with the rhythm of the song playing.. not the beat... Like a psychopath.

"Satoru....." you whine. A smirk appears on his lips as he continues the eratic thrust pattern.

"Hmmm? what is it munchkin?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes

"Please... for fuck sake turn that shit off... and wait... 'Munchkin' did you just call me 'Munchkin'?" You resist the urge to push him off of you and onto the floor

"Aww does my little boo thang not like what I call them?" You narrow your eyes at him

"Do you want me to shrivel up and die down there?" He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him grin against your skin, you gulp in response fearing what would come next.

"Oh pookiebear~ You'll be okay won't you? You still want my girthy meat stick right?" he whispers in your ear, you hate to admit it but it could almost be hot... If he weren't whispering the most deranged shit into your ears. "You love it when my hotdog is inside your moist cavern don't you?"He whispers making you cringe. "And when my hands move to touch your sensitive nubbins" He says, moving his hand over to your chest, teasing your nipples. "How about I purple your nurple, would you like that my candybear.. the jelly to my peanut butter~"

"Satoru.... I hate you so much right now" You complain, He evidently takes pleasure in your cringing as he chuckles leaning in to kiss you. His thrusts once again moving to a pleasurable rhythm. No matter how much you groan and act like you hated him for it, you still truly love him. And that included all of his bedroom antics. In fact, you appreciate it sometimes, he always knows how to make you laugh and well today was indeed one of those days.

Just as you were soaking in the serious affection he was finally giving you after his goofiness.

Two Trucks came on. And he began bobbing his head and syncing his thrusts to the music. You scream in exasperation. "SATORU GOJO I SWEAR TO SHIT I'M NEVER LETTING YOU TOUCH SPOTIFY EVER AGAIN!!!"

He slept on the couch that night.. As he should.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk crack #jjk x you #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo smut #humourous smut #gojo saturo #satoru gojo x reader #If Gojo did this with me I'd sob... and consider murder.. but also fall harder? am I broken? #gojo being a little shit #gojo making love to you but in an annoying way... I'm so sorry

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Happy New Year (A Doppelgänger interlude)

Pairing: Ransom x Reader, Lloyd x Reader

Summary: Your fiance has a special New Years surprise for you. 

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Dark!Ransom, Lloyd Hansen is his own warning, Switching Places, Alcohol, Mind games, Darkfic, Smut, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!!

A/N: so lots of people have been asking when the first time they switched places on reader was… happy new year, everyone! divider by @firefly-graphics​

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m just not going to make it home.” Ransom sounds genuinely apologetic over the phone. “Something came up. Harlan’s sick—could be bad.” Your heart sinks as he says it. You don’t want to feel anything but empathy, but instead, bitter jealousy curls in your stomach alongside it. After all, you’re family too, aren’t you? You’re engaged, aren’t you? 

 When do I get to come first? You feel guilty even thinking it—after all, it isn’t like Ransom hasn’t put you first in all sorts of other ways. But you’re lonely, and you miss him. You’ve been alone in this big house since just after Christmas, and it’s starting to get to you. His “day or two” visit had become three, become four—and now you were standing alone amidst the various holiday decorations you’d put up in anticipation of his arrival. 

 “That sounds terrible,” you say, swallowing down the bitter frustration. After all, it isn’t his fault. You know he’s in charge of so much at the publishing company, and you don’t want to complain. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

 I know it’s a shitty way to spend your New Year’s,” Ransom says. “No need to sugarcoat it.”

 “I just… dammit, Ran, you know I miss you,” your teeth sink into your trembling lower lip. You don’t want to cry, dammit, you’re not one of those girls who can’t spend a weekend without their fiancé. You feel silly even being upset. 

 “I know, Sweetheart. I miss you too. I promise, I’ll fly home tomorrow, and we’ll have a belated New Years party. Just you and me. Okay?” He sounds so earnest, it’s hard not to forgive him instantly. 

 “Okay.” 

 “Don’t say it like that, baby. I promise, we’ll make it special, okay?” 

 “Okay, Ran,” you say, a small watery smile crossing your features. He can’t see it, but his relieved sigh tells you he can feel the tension easing between you as well. “And you’ll call at midnight?”

 “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

 You hang up the phone, and stare dejectedly at your festively decorated house. Even though Ransom’s only coming home a day later, it all feels like wasted effort now, like you invited all your friends to your birthday party and not a single one of them showed. You kick at one of the silver balloons littering the living room floor, and it pops, showering both you and the carpet in brightly colored paper confetti. 

 Maybe it was silly to go to all of this effort, but… you want things to be special. First New Years together, first apartment together—a year of firsts that you’d completed together. It feels bittersweet to be alone now, but you swallow it. You sigh, shoving more balloons off of the couch and collapsing onto it. 

 Maybe it’s not too late to call Nat.

 Your sister texted you just the day before to ask if you had any special New Year’s plans, maybe it’s not too late to tag along with her. You grab your phone. It’s not too late, only a little past six as you pull up her contact info, and punch the green button to dial her. 

 “—as anyway. Hello?”

 “Oh, hey, Nat.” You can hear muffled laughter and the low murmur of conversation in the background. “You busy?”

 “Just pre-gaming before we go out,” she says. That rich, deep laugh sounds again, and your cheeks heat. You hadn’t realized Nathalie’s we included a male friend. “Your boo-thang home yet?”

 You let out an awkward laugh. “Ugh, no. He, um. He got held up, family stuff. I was wondering if you wanted to come over? Maybe hang out tonight?” Even as you’re speaking, you hear someone on the other end groan frustratedly. 

 “Come on, Nattie,” The deep male voice is just loud enough for you to hear. “You said you were gonna make me see stars. Was that all talk?” 

 “I would,” You can practically hear the sly smile on her lips. “But I kind of… already made plans, if you catch my drift.” There’s a loud slap, and Nathalie’s girly giggle makes you roll your eyes. “I can stop by after?” 

 “I don’t think you’ll be walking after,” you retort. “Don’t worry about it. Happy New Year.” 

 You shuffle around the house irritatedly, trying to find something to do with yourself that doesn’t remind you of just how alone you are tonight.  Depressingly, you settle on chores. You throw a load of laundry into the washer in the hallway, and meander back to the living room. You know your little decoration whirlwind will only be a hassle later, but you can’t bring yourself to take them down. The bottle of prosecco you picked up at the liquor store is still sitting in its melting ice bath on the coffee table, the two glasses next to it sadly empty. 

 “Happy New Year to me,” you mumble, climbing over the back of the couch and landing on the pillows with a dramatic oof. You reach for the bottle, carefully undoing the aluminum contradiction that keeps the cork in place. It pops out, skittering away underneath one of the living room chairs for you to find later. You pay the errant cork no mind, and pour yourself a liberal glass. 

 Bitterly, you hold it up to the quiet air in a mock toast. 

 “First drink of the night,” you say, downing half of it in a single gulp. The bubbles tickle your nose, but the alcohol is sweet and palatable. You finish the glass and pour another, reaching for the remote. By the time you've finished your second glass, the alcohol is sitting warmly in your belly, and the bitter, angry feeling roiling in the back of your mind is both less obtrusive and somehow more present than ever. Aimlessly, you flip through channels, watching other people celebrate the new year as you slide progressively further and further into the bottle. 

 After you finish your fourth glass you don't bother with it anymore, instead swigging straight from the bottle. The comfortable warmth settling in your tummy is spreading out, down your limbs, into your fingers, making your head loll as you lay there. You squint at the cable box—10:45. A whole hour and fifteen minutes left of this year. 

 The dryer dings, and you groan. “Stupid thing,” you mumble, staggering to your feet. Doing laundry while drunk is a skill set, you decide as you make your way to the hall closet, the floor tilting dangerously under your feet. There's a bang that echoes down the front hallway as you open the laundry room door, and you squint at the dryer, swaying as you try to place the noise. It sounds again, and it takes your liquor muddied brain a few seconds to understand—

 It's the door. 

 “One second,” you say, hoping the words don’t sound as slurred to the person on the other side of it as they do to you. “M'Coming.” You eye yourself in the hallway mirror, and practice walking in a straight line before you reach for the door handle. “How can I—Ran?” Your husband's face cracks into a wide grin as you blink at him. “How—?” You hiccup, covering your mouth as your cheeks warm with embarrassment . 

 “Happy new year, Princess.” He steps over the threshold, wiping his shoes on the mat. You're so happy to see him, you practically throw yourself into his arms, sniffling. He smells good, like pine and leather. gold chain under his turtleneck rubs against your cheek through the fabric as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

 “II thought you had to, um. Harlan,” you try to make the alcohol added words make sense on your loose tongue. “Sick?” He chuckles, cupping your chin. 

 “Someone's had a few,” he says with a laugh, and you giggle up at him. “Besides, I needed to see my girl,” he says, drawing his thumb affectately over the apple of your cheek. “I missed you… ” He trails off, his eyes focusing on something behind you. “Did you do this?” Ransom gestures to the decorations. You nod, another hiccup forcing its way up through your lips. 

 “I w-wanted to surprise you. Do you like it, Ran?”

 “I love it.” His responding laugh is dark with an emotion you can't name. He leans down to kiss you, his mouth moving hungry against yours. You kiss him back, and then wrinkle your nose, frowning as you pull away . 

 “You grew out your beard,” you say, drawing a finger across the mustache sitting just above his upper lip. “So fast…?” He chuckles. 

 "I'll shave it tomorrow." He kisses you again, moaning into your mouth. "Fuckin' sweet," he mumbles, worrying your plump lower lip between his teeth. He pulls away, panting, his eyes dark. a drink, Princess,” he says lowly. “I need to catch up.” 

 You're acutely aware of your stumbling as you head back to the kitchen for the other bottle chilling in the fridge. Ransom saves you the trouble of opening it, popping the cork and pouring himself a glass. He refills your discarded flute, and the two of you drink together. 

 “You really outdid yourself, baby,” he says, nodding at the brightly colored, festive streamers hanging in the doorways. You can't help but beam a little proudly at him.

 “I thought you would like it,” you say, taking a sip from your glass when Ransom indicates that you should, tapping the stem as if to say bottoms up. 

 "Can't ring in the new year sober, can we?" He says, topping your glass back up before its even empty. "I love it. I can't believe I almost missed it," he says, shaking his head . You watch as he rounds the kitchen island, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Getting close now, aren't we, Princess?” He asks, his hands straying underneath the hem of your plain pajama shorts. “We should get ready to count down." 

 He walks you back out to the living room and flips on the television, a snowy Times Square appearing on the flat-screen. The music is almost too loud, and the room spins around you as Ransom leads you back to the couch. The champagne glass in your hand slips from your fingers, landing on the carpet with a soft tinkle as the stem snaps neatly in two.

 “R-Ran, we sh-should—” You don't remember sitting down, but suddenly you are, splayed messily across the sofa as Ransom climbs over you. Your skin burns hot from the alcohol, and you whine as his cool fingers press into your hips. 

 “I'll clean it up later.” The low sultry purr makes you shiver. You can't shake the niggling feeling that something is wrong, but Ransom won't let you think. He kisses down your jaw, nibbling at your throat as he sandwiches you between his hard chest and the couch cushions. He slides down, his knees hitting the carpet with a muffled thud as he stars up at you from between your thighs.

You don't remember him sliding your shorts off, but as his breath puffs across your moist, swollen folds, he licks his lips. 

 "Even prettier than I thought you'd be." Something about his words gives you pause, but as you struggle to sit up, Ransom's arms tightened around your thighs, pulling you forward until your hips dangle off the edge of the couch, your thighs slung over his shoulders. “That's better.” The harsh rasp of his mustache against your cunt is lost in the sensation of his tongue sliding through your folds. 

 You can't even remember what you were going to complain about, the words lost in the hiss of air through your clenched teeth. Ransom does it again, parting your soft, puffy lips to circle your slick entrance with his tongue. 

 “Princess, you better start counting,” Ransom says cheekily, “or you’re going to miss it.” 

 “T-ten. Nine— oh fuck,” you whimper, your hips rolling against his face as Ransom’s tongue flicks expertly at your clit. “R-Ran—”

 "I said count, Princess." 

 "F-five, four, three— God—!" You're barely aware of the sound of your phone ringing somewhere else in the house, but you can't focus on it, not when Ransom is curling his fingers inside you like that and—

 You press your head back into the cushions, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you cum with a whimper, your thighs clenching tightly around Ransom's head. You try to pull away, but his grip only tights, his tongue lashing against your clit as your cries grow louder, ringing in your own ears. 

 "Ransom, Ran I c-can't, I can't—!" You babble gibberish down at him as your toes curl. He doesn't move, though, doesn't relinquish his grip until you're dragged down underneath the current of sticky pleasure again. You go limp, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes and down into your hair as you struggle to catch your breath. 

 “Happy New Year!” The television hosts jump excitedly as silver and gold confetti rain down around them. Auld Lang Syne blares from your television speakers as Ransom leans back on his knees, admiring the sloppy mess between your thighs. 

 “Happy New Year, Princess,” he echoes softly, drawing a finger through your trembling folds. You whine, trying to close your thighs around his hand. “Let's make it a good one.” 

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[xianoii]

‧ ˏˋ SCARAMOUCHE ﹐ ◜ VENOM ! ◞ ̣ ͘ ─┈ I KNOW you’re right for me; ecstasy. I keep coming back for more.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ WARNINGS 、fem!reader ╱ brat taming ╱ dom/sub dynamics ╱ sensory deprivation ╱ bondage ╱ teasing ╱ mating press ╱ heavy degradation ╱ orgasm control ╱ orgasm denial ╱ cunnilingus ╱ multiple orgasms ╱ impact play ╱ rough sex ╱ breath play ╱ throatfucking ╱ name calling ╱ modern!au ╱ bdsm themes ╱ mild sir kink ╱ spit ╱ fuck buddies → lovers ╱ creampie ╱ gets sappy @ the end ╱ minors & dc antis do not interact.

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ NOTE 、GUESS WHO TF WHOOO! i missed xianoii sm y’all don’t even know . . submitted *most of my assignments & finals N SUMMER BREAK IS HEREEE WOOO!!! comeback era in order: so yk i had to write for my boo thang . . wouldn’t be a xianoii post if scara wasnt slutting us (me) out ^_^ pretty pls don’t let this flop n let me know u still love me 🥹🤲🏽 kk more info abt xianoii comeback era posted l8er! ts is kinda messy but nonetheless enjoyy my loves mwah! *reposting with working tags!

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YOU SEARCH FOR something more in your relationship with Scaramouche. You can’t figure out why. He intrigues you to the extent of adoration, which blooms into branching feelings of varying scale. Obsession, greed, and attraction; are just a small piece of what he brings out of you. You feel a myriad of emotions when he’s added to the picture, and you can’t help but lose all composure and act on impulse. Perhaps that's why you did something as dumb as this: Stripping yourself of clothing until only the thin and laced fabric of your panties and hardly opaque fabric of your dainty tanktop covered your body, your shirt ridden up your abdomen to just beneath where your breasts fall, your clear skin blemished by the words etched above your waistline; “Miss You”. The words are sloppily written above a crooked arrow pointed downward, right where you needed him. You knew he was never willingly generous or kind with you, and with you teasing him like this, you were anticipating what was waiting for you.

You weren’t anything more than fuck-buddies— if you could even call it that. Scaramouche used you when he wanted you. It was never a dire need, a complete opposition as to how your approach to your relationship was. A part of you was aware of that, yet, it didn’t drive you away. Maybe you were just a masochist, liking every and any way he broke you down. Or, maybe, you saw something in him that was a key ingredient to the recipe of your situation. Whatever the case, anticipation ate you alive, your fingers clicking back to your messages every few seconds to see if he’d seen what you sent him. Your teeth subconsciously sunk into your bottom lip, and it wasn’t long until your mouth upturned in a smile, the “Delivered” shifting into a “Read” after what felt like an eternity. It was only a matter of his response, and the time between him getting on the road to your house.

Scaramouche isn’t as enthusiastic as you with this photo. You knew better than to tease him, and the fact that you’d even thought up something like this, let alone execute it. On one hand, he’s somewhat flattered that you miss him enough to drive yourself into desperation. It’s pitiful how far you’re willing to embarrass yourself just for his attention— he can’t help but feel pity for you. Your message gains no response from him, and with a swift look at his watch, he sighs, grabbing his things before heading out of the office door.

Now is the time to reflect on what you’ve done. You knew teasing him would come with repercussions, but you’ve never faced anything like this before. Your arms find themselves rubbing against soft fabric, bound behind your back and unable to touch anything but themselves and the softness of your bedsheets. Your eyes are blinded by the blindfold wrapped around your face, your body completely restricted from the right you have, only to be replaced with what Scaramouche is serving you; an antagonizing wait.

You can’t feel him. You don’t hear him, and God, a small part of you has your heart pounding in fear, your mind running a mile a minute in cycling thoughts of what’s in store for you. You’d pissed him off before, and you’re well aware he’s not the generous type, especially with teasing, but your desperation got the better of you, and all you can do now is wait. Clench your thighs in hopes he won’t keep you waiting any longer, your teeth gnawing on the insides of your cheek softly, your hands and arms subconsciously wriggling behind your back. And while you fight for your freedom, Scaramouche watches you in annoyance. What is your problem with him? Do you like being treated the way he treats you? What is it about him that has you grappling at straws for his attention..has you willingly waiting for him to stomp into your home angrily to bind you on your mattress with his tie? Do you think you’re something to him because you’re surely mistaken if you do. You’re nothing but one of many who’ll take the chance out of any day to please him. You don’t intrigue him in the way he does you. He doesn’t long for you in the same way. He doesn’t care for you outside of the use you provide in serving and pleasing him. And maybe he’s made a mistake in pursuing you too often, but you’re his favorite plaything.

He can’t lie and say he doesn’t like and long for you on occasion—because he does; but only when you can serve him. At this moment, he’s contemplating how you can do so. Your desires aren’t greater than his, in his opinion, but somehow, he can only sit and watch your neediness expand with the thought of giving you want weighing heavy in the back of his mind. With a very heavy sigh, Scaramouche creeps over to the bed. You missed him? You needed him? You’re getting him.

He’s back. You feel the mattress beneath you sink under his weight, “S-Scara? I…” he hushes you, a finger pressing against your lips, a light but stern ‘Shh’ following. “You’ve said enough. I don’t want to hear another word come from you.” You feel him pull further from your body the movements on the mattress indicating he’s further down. A nod from you is in response, and you swear you hear him smile, a light chuckle emitting from the man. You go a few seconds with no speaking before you feel his soft fingers brush against your calves, running up and down your lower leg. It’s not long before teasing lines are drawn up your right leg by his fingertip, his hands inching closer and closer to your inner thigh. Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers run over your clothed cunt, the soiled fabric eliciting a sigh from the man. “When I saw your picture, heh, all I could think about…”

“...about how fuckin’ pathetic you are.” as the words fall from his lips, his hand cups your cunt, middle and index fingertips pressing against your lips. The heel of his hand presses against your clit, a small gasp escaping your gaped lips, which are immediately zipped shut, feeling that intimidating gaze lays upon your face. You feel him rise higher, his head level with yours. “A pathetic bitch. Is this what you wanted? What you missed?” you feel his fingers press harder against your cunt, fighting against the fabric to feel the pulse beating. “You missed this? You had so much confidence, so tell me now.”

You’re excited despite the nervous gulps and silence that consume you. What's been a little less than two weeks feels like a lifetime of not having him, and with him here, on top of you, audibly angry, giving you just what you needed is like heaven. You're in bliss, even though you're aware that in the next few moments, you’ll be completely and utterly destroyed. You nod, hearing a scoff from the man. He's not pleased. Whether you're trying to purposefully piss him off or not, you're succeeding. “Answer me when I'm talking to you. I've taught you better than that.” you feel his fingers pinching at the fabric, adding pressure that has your hips bucking on their own. “..Yes…yes, sir.”

He chuckles and you swear that’s the first time this whole night he’s shown you a bit of softness. He doesn't praise you; instead, he keeps his mum, those fingers that teased you pushing your panties to the side, exposing your soaked cunt to the warm puffs of air that blow from his steady exhales. Your scent fills his nose, that familiarity and softness bringing him back to times before. He never went down on you for you– but him, and here, this is all for your torment.

His tongue licks over his lips, his neck craning further downward, the faintest meeting of his lips to yours leaving you jolting. “You missed me here..?” he whispers faintly. The words are spoken against your labia, your body reacting to every syllable spoken. His tongue licks a stingy stripe from your entrance to your clit, wedging between your folds to collect a sample tasting of your slick. A low moan vibrates gutturally from him, the sheer sound leaving your thighs to instinctively close around his head. “Yes, I did…I do, sir. I need you so bad right now,” your voice tries to latch on to stability, but with the way his tongue lightly treads around your clit and tenderly toys with the bud, teasing you as he gradually builds up pressure– you're stuck masking whines with your words.

He hums in response to your words, his lips wrapping around your throbbing clit, applying heavy pressure while beating his tongue softly against it, matching the pace of the beat that sings your neediness. He finds amusement in the way you're squirming, attempting so hard to keep your sounds low and your body opens and available to him. Everything you do in response is to ensure his happiness regarding you. You don't and won't get anything if you've ticked him off, and he's glad you know that, because he can do things like this to you: abusing your clit slowly but surely, sucking and quietly slurping at your folds and skillfully bringing you to your peak without laying a finger on you. Your moans are getting harder to contain, your voice breaking as you fight it off.

That knot begins binding in your tummy, and it's now that you begin fighting against your constraints, your hips lifting off the bed and further into his face. You're so close you can taste the euphoria on your tongue, and your eyes are beginning to roll beneath your blindfold. You're almost there. So close, so close– and it's gone. As fast as it came, it went, Scaramouche pulling off from you- not before sinking his teeth into your thigh, peering up at you from below. You swallow down all the things you want to say to him, knowing better than speaking to him when you knew it was too good to be true. “You're not going to cum that easily. You didn't earn it.” and you knew that. But you hoped he’d adopted some leniency toward you, but your dream was swiftly shut down by his body completely moving up, his legs over yours. “I don't think you've gotten it through your skull,”

He pauses, his left hand smacking on the side of your head before yanking the blindfold upward, letting your eyes fall upon his flat features. His right hand reaches out to your face, his index finger sliding under your chin, craning your head up to meet his intense gaze. “I'm not pleased with you at all. You reek of desperation, and your incessant pawing at my attention is irksome. Do you think that warrants an orgasm?”

Your eyes readjust to the light, your slow blinks focusing your gaze upon him. He's speaking softly to you, but you know in the layers of those words is thick malice. You've done the one thing he told you to never do. Bother him outside of your agreement. Your conversations begin and end with him. No matter how needy you are or how much you miss him, you do not contact him. You are his and not vice-versa. Your “relationship” does not step out of the boundaries of his word and your submission, and the fact you purposely and idiotically defied that…he's not letting up anytime soon. “Answer me when I'm fucking talking to you.”

“No. I’m sorry, I am! It's just..it’s been a while since we last saw each other and I–” he stops you immediately, his thumb slipping between your lips. “Do you think I care?”

He adjusts his hand to grip your chin, his fingertips pressing and smushing your cheeks. With a sigh, he roughly lets go of your face. “Let's put it in a language you can understand.”

Before you can even think, his hands have shot directly for his belt, efficiently undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper, the waistband peeling out and teasing his solid black boxers. It's then that it registers what he wants. He slips his hand into his boxers, his other hand slightly pulling down his bottoms to allow him to easily pull out his cock; semi-hard and the tip gradually flushing red, pre-cum beginning to pool in the slit. He doesn't say a word when he places his fingers beneath your lips, and you already know. You let a glob of spit drop out of your mouth, falling onto his fingers. It's torturous as he lets his fingers run over his dick, slicking it up with your saliva with slow and deep breaths, his eyes fixated on the way your face easily tells on you. His cock is only centimeters away from your face, and from the way he's slowly and sensually stroking himself, you're fighting the urge to beg for him to end the teasing.

“Make yourself useful. Open up.” he’s repositioning his body, shoving you flush against the headboard, angling his hips to meet your tongue, sliding the tip onto your tongue, and slowly easing in. He pushes all the way in until his tip knocks at the back of your throat, your tongue slathering the underside in saliva. He sighs contently as you envelop him in the warmth of your mouth, your lips suctioning immediately to the tip. Scaramouche grabs the back of your head, angling you perfectly as he pulls his hips out, teasing you with the tip left between your lips. “Wider.” is all he says before thrusting his cock to the hilt in your mouth, crowding it with his girth. He hears your gags - hurried and frantic, attempting to adjust and accommodate for him.

It doesn't take long before Scaramouche is steadily building a pace in his thrusts, gradually going faster and deeper with each drive of his hips. His eyes bore into yours, watching as they gloss over like freshly lacquered floors, tears brimming your waterline and barely holding up - threatening to spill. The sounds of you choking on his dick is like music to his ears, and with a sigh, he's slowing down, alternating in speed for his amusement. “Bob your head. Give it a nice suck.” and you comply.

You tighten the suction of your lips around his shaft, swirling your tongue around - top to bottom, slicking him up with running globs of saliva. You quietly moan as you do so, fluttering your eyes back and forth between eye contact with him and the protruding veins peering back at you. You can tell it's been some time since his last release, the look in his eyes carnal. It's hard to not feel intimidated under his gaze, and you feel yourself cowering beneath him, slacking on your duty. Scaramouche is aware of the effect he has on you, – you wouldn't be in this situation had he not – and he sees the way you falter. In his mind, it seems as though you're dead set on pissing him off. The one thing you're good at, and you can't even finish the job?

It's in the blink of an eye that his palm is cracking against the skin of your cheek, his hand immediately slipping between your locks and gripping tightly, yanking you back. You wince— you're fucked.

“I was going easy on you…but you must like being treated like a whore.” he grits through his teeth. A mixture of annoyance, sexual frustration, and anger burns an inferno in his eyes, the grip on your hair tight and the sting of your cheek strong. “Gave you a simple fuckin’ task. Pathetic bitch can't even do that right.” you want to argue back– but you know anything you say won't change his mind. He's been plenty lenient, and whether you agree or not, he's done extending fair play. The ball’s been in his court, but now, it's stuck.

“I'm gonna fuck you up.” he grips your hair impossibly tighter, pulling your head back until it knocks against the headboard. “Gonna pull your hair like this..” he then removes his grip, his hand instead slapping against your face in small smacks. “..Bruise up this pretty face…” his eyes meet yours briefly. The two of you are on opposing sides of this predicament— you, who just missed him and was incredibly horny, and him, who just wants someone to control. His threats would've scared anyone away. Sent them scurrying with their tail between their legs. But you, you're something different. A masochistic attention whore, for starters— but you're also loving. Though he's berating you and treating you like scum beneath his shoe, you still peer up at him with those eyes, full of adoration. And so when your eyes meet, only briefly, Scaramouche withers with pity, because only you would let him treat you like this, but still look at him like that. Perhaps the feeling is mutual, but he’ll never admit it.

His thumbs slither between your lips as the rest of his fingers tangle in your hair, the digits granting him a grip on your head. His thumbs stretch your lips as wide as they could. “...and fuck your face. Stick your tongue out and take it.” you comply. He lowers your head to his hard-on, slamming you onto it. The entire shaft disappears in your mouth, and the tip kisses the back of your throat. It's not long before he’s thrusting into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin and your tongue struggling to keep up with the rough thrusting into your mouth.

He drinks up your chokes, groaning and cursing every time your gags vibrate against the sensitive head of his cock. Your eyes water again, peering up at him with sweetness, as if to silently ask for less, but to no avail, you're ignored. Drool runs down your face and his cock, spit dribbling down to his balls and painting him messily. You wish you could move your arms, your fingers wiggling and hands moving wildly for something to grab and clutch. He's amused at your attempts. Your movement is only helping him anyway.

You're sure your throats got to be bruised, at this point. The air is hard to inhale through your nose, and you're stuck trying to breathe around the girth of his dick, wheezing, tightening your throat around him. Though it's not intentional, it sends shivers up his spine and he's much more vocal, trying to mask moans beneath tough grunts. He's slowing down, burying you at the hilt of his cock until your nose upturns on his pelvis, your lips wrapped around the base, and your tongue dancing over as much as you could. “A-ah, fuck…just like that. Fuck…”

He’s long since peeled his thumbs from the corner of your mouth, hands residing behind your head until now; his left hand running down to your neck, wrapping his grip around the shaft and squeezing, tightening you on his cock. You feel like the air is being stripped from you and you keep telling yourself ‘Breathe, just breathe’ but to no avail, the lack of air throws you into a panic. Your protests and thrashing only have him cursing in longer, drawn-out strings. In seconds he’s pulling out, his hands leaving you and rushing to his cock. He pumps himself fiercely, all of your spit and his precum driving him directly to his high. “Fuckfuck— open..your mouth-! Swallow m—” he’s cut off with his own guttural groan erupting, his cum shooting thick onto your lower face until you open your mouth, catching as much as you can. Your jaw hurts and you're sure that it’ll take a while for you to recover, but you're quick to be good for him, leaning forward and licking the sensitive tip, cleaning him up.

Scaramouche comes down from his high, his low eyes softly laying his gaze upon you. He sinks into your mattress, catching his breath and wiping away the sweat that beads at his hairline. His hand reaches to your face, thumb swiping up a rope of cum that missed your face, pressing the digit between your lips. You, eager to please and even more eager for him to let up on you, suck and swirl around the digit, your eyes never leaving him. With a sigh, “...how do you want me first?”

You've finally got him. Pounding into your cunt mercilessly, his grip on your waist and right leg. Your leg stands tall in the air, occasionally draping over his shoulder with your toes curling. Your leg pulls him into you more, his hips slapping against yours with euphoric fervor, driving you straight to the edge with no warning.

You're at your third orgasm at this point, your cunt decked down with your arousal and cum. Your clit throbs in neglect, your entire body burning and begging for attention from him– but all he seems to care about is dumping another load onto your body. His teeth are gritted and his eyebrows are furrowed. His grip is so tight on your skin that you're sure bruises have begun to form under the relentless slapping and groping of his calloused palms. Scaramouche can't get enough. The contraction of your pussy around him and the squelch it elicits every time he plunges his cock in, the way you moan his name endlessly and effortlessly, the way you attempt to grip and claw at anything even though he’s still got your arms bound behind your back– simply, the way you allow him to use you, but you still want him. Long for him. You cry his name because he makes you feel good even though you know the favor won't be returned. You let him bruise you up and slap you around like a ragdoll, and it's fine because he likes it. Everything you do is a response to and for him, and it's only now he realizes the feeling is mutual.

He wouldn't be fucking you hard like this had he not enjoyed your body. It's because you're what he's always wanted that he comes back; no matter how much you irk him and spoil his mood. And yeah, he may treat you like shit sometimes, but you never feel resentment toward him. Now, at this moment, Scaramouche knows you're right for him.

“‘M cumming!-- Oh my G—” your voice resurfaces in his mind and pulls him back, his thoughts pushed aside to tend to your approaching high. His pace slows and his thrusts go deeper, knocking at your sweet spot repeatedly until your voice dissipates and you squeal in place of words. Your body tenses and jerks before you let that knot unravel, a large and satisfying groan escaping your mouth as you orgasm. He's pulling out from you and letting you collapse for a moment. He watches and slightly admires you as you pant heavily.

Without a word, he's grabbing you by the tie around your wrists, flipping you to your back. While he's over you, his fingers fiddle with the knot, promptly untying you and tossing the tie to the pile with the rest of your clothes and his pants. “Are you leaving?” you almost sound disappointed. You are though, as you are every time your time together gets severed. He shakes his head, “Do you want me to stay?”

There's a softness in his tone that you're not familiar with. Complete with the way he's looking at you: gazing down upon your fucked out state with something akin to admiration, rather than the look of pure disgust you're used to…you're lost. Do you want him to stay? You've never been given this option. “Can you?” you don't know what's going on, or what's going to happen now that he's here for longer than expected. It's been a bit over an hour since he tied you up to have his way with you, and after then, he's usually gone to never be heard from or seen again until he needs you.

The silence is deafening. “Can I ask you a question?” he waits for your answer. You nod slowly, chewing haphazardly on the inside of your lip. “What do you think of me? …Outside of..this?” you pause. Why’s he asking you this?

“Well, I already told you I missed you, and I think you're well aware of how you make me feel,” you're nervous. You pause and giggle, readjusting your position to lay comfortably on your side, playing with your fingers. “I guess…there isn't much to express. What I really think about is the you I don't know. You when we aren't together, what goes on in your mind when we are— I just want to know you, I guess.” he expected that the least. He knew you were infatuated with him, that much was clear, but…you wanted to know him? He hadn't had anybody take a true interest in him the way you do. “I dunno. I don't want this to be weird so take what I said lightly.”

It's too late for that. “Good…I-uh–” he stops himself. It sounds like he has something to say, and you've never seen him so choked up before. “I don't know what it is, but I think I feel the same? And if I do, then what?” he doesn't know what he's saying. Why is he saying this to you? He hopes and prays you aren't making fun of him. He portrays himself to you as a boss. He takes control of you and demolishes any sense of strength you have because he's dominant. He never had to open up, and he's never felt this way about somebody to even assess how he feels. All he knows is that when you're around, the ache is subdued and he can fulfill you both in the best way he knows.

Your eyes blink back at him, you must be dreaming? There is…it can't be. You're confused too, but someone has to take the lead, and you do. You prop yourself up on your knees, level with him, and bore your eyes into his. You tear a page from his book, “Let me put it in a language you can understand.” and before he can even respond, you're latching to him, pressing your puckered lips to his in a deep kiss. This is something you’ve never shared before– ever. He doesn't kiss you, he usually doesn't pay you any mind aside from you servicing him, but he doesn't stop you. Evidently, he's shocked but not stopping, allowing the kiss to deepen. His hands find yours, his traveling down to your wrists. He lifts your arms in the air, holding them until pushing you back on the bed, pinning your arms above you. You moan into the kiss as he bites down on your bottom lip, your back arching before your entire body grinds upward to him.

It gets incredibly heated almost instantly, and it's not long before your bodies are grinding against each other, re-igniting the flame that roared between you not too long before. “S-Scara..?” you manage to whimper out, his lips leaving yours and trailing down your body, a steady road of kisses drawn to the valley of your breasts, where his tongue takes action and licks around, teasing when he gets to your areola only to proceed with kissing around. It's only when his lips wrap around the hardened bud of your right breast does he hum in response, his indigo eyes that are usually filled with malice shining in lust. You choke out a moan, shivering as the new feel of his lips around your nipple engulfs you. “One more…I need you–!”

Your whispers of ‘please, please, one more, please’ don't fall on deaf ears, a smirk etching over his face as he buries himself in your tits, suckling on and toying with your nipples. He plans on giving you what you want– because trust, he wants it just as much as you do –but he wants to take his time with you. He wants to ravage you in a way he hasn't done before: slowly. With precision and the perfect amount of carnage that it drives you up the wall and wanting more. He wants to give you what he knew deep down all along that you deserved. Not someone to fulfill a fantasy of being useful, but for someone to take care of you. He meant what he said when he told you you were pathetic. But he is too. He wouldn't be basically nursing on your tits had he not been in the same boat as you.

He lets go of your arms, allowing his hands to run up and down the side of your body as he continues to trail his kisses down your body. You shudder when he reaches your thighs, and though he’s been down there too many times to count, you’re feeling brand new. You're not used to it in this scenario, and it's got your thighs pressing together in embarrassment. Peering back up at you, Scaramouche peels your thighs apart, “Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em nice and open. Just like this.”

You nod and keep your legs wide for him, watching intently as he sucks on the supple skin, marking you in deep shades of purple and red, prettily contrasting against your skin. And though they lay beside the marks his hands left on you earlier, he ignores them. View this as him making up for what he's done or him genuinely cherishing you– you don't mind, because you have him. “Scara..” God, call him that again. He looks up at you, laying his head on the plush of his thigh. Had you not known how fierce and ruthless he was, you'd gush and swear up and down he was innocent. “Please, now? I'm so ready for you…” your voice trails as you reach to his head, your left hand playing with the hairs that fall down over his eyes. Usually, begging like the way you are now doesn't get you anything— but this is no longer Scaramouche you're dealing with. This is the him you’ve been longing to know.

With no further conversation, he picks himself up and pushes your legs up to plant your feet on the mattress. He’s climbing on top of you, legs between yours as he pumps his cock, eyes on you as fuel for his libido, spit dripping from his lips to his incoming hard-on. Eyes locked on you, the male positions himself and lines up with your entrance, steadily pushing himself in. You're still dripping from your time earlier, your cunt inviting as he slides in, immediately bottoming out. And perhaps it's the change in attitude, but it feels so different. Your voices are unstoppable, slipping past in airy moans, your eyes fluttering before fixating on each other. He lets himself sit inside you for a moment, relishing the feel of you around him. And it's not like he hasn't been balls deep in you before, but it's only now that he's truly feeling you. Truly being in you. You're heavenly, and that's an indisputable fact.

He looks at you for the okay, to which you nod in response. He takes a different approach in the way he takes you, his right hand pressing on your stomach while the left hikes up your left leg on his shoulder, pulling out only to slam back in. This begins at a slow but deep pace, his hips colliding with yours with wet slaps of skin as a witness. Your moans are beautiful, and he swears they're more real–more authentic, somehow– in the way you sing them out. They sound more sensual, and possibly it’s the way he's fucking you. Taking his time with each thrust, angling his hips to hit the spot he knows gets your toes curling and eyes rolling. With your palms rubbing over your tits, your fingers pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples, you're in euphoria.

And though Scaramouche is taking a new approach with you— this isn't enough. In seconds, he's hiking up both of your legs, pushing them as far as they could go back, your ankles just hardly draping over his shoulders in this new position. He's wasting no time in using your legs as leverage, starting his thrusts again; this time with more fervor. His speed matches the pit of fire blazing in his stomach, his hips going back to what he knows best: fast, rough, and deep. He wants to take care of you, to ravish you sweetly and slowly, and he knows it’d be a preference of yours too, but he sees no protest in this, either. This entire time your eyes have not left each other once, drinking in the sight of one another like it's the first time you’ve seen each other.

Your hands are all over the place, flipping from gripping the sheets to groping your breasts, to reaching out for him, to toying with your clit. You're so used to him having you bound or holding you down that you're completely lost on what to do with yourself. The fact that your moans are even intelligible is crazy to you– you're always gagged, muffled, or told to shut the hell up. You feel so foreign but it doesn't bother you completely, because you've won. It might not have started out this way, and it may have taken 3 orgasms and a brutal facefuck, but you've gotten him to soften up and be real with you. You honestly don't know how, but you're overjoyed because it's not one-sided. You both feel something, and perhaps this can blossom into something more. You’ll just have to see.

You're both floating beyond cloud nine, your minds whirling in a repeated cycle of pleasure and each other. “Scara–! Fuck, I'm close!” your voice is shrill, hardly spoken in a coherent tone. He nods, pressing your legs into you harder before using his body as an anchor to hold them down. His hands wrap around your throat instead, gripping the shaft and applying pressure - the way he knows you like it. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes open, the tightness of your abdomen feeling as though it's heightening your pleasure. He builds a glob of spit before shooting it in your mouth, watching as it mixes on your tongue before you swallow thickly. “Come on, pretty. Give it to me.”

Your hands scratch at his forearms, attempting to grab on and stabilize your jolting body. Your body doesn't agree, your hips bucking uncontrollably, your mind and body on separate wavelengths. Your mind is clouded, focused on the way Scaramouche is so attentive to your tells; flicking your clit every now and then, spitting down on your cunt, and applying extra pressure to your throat. You're so focused on the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, his mouth switching between lowly spoken words and lip bites - ones so deep they could've drawn blood. You have a one-track mind, and your body is on several different tracks, mushing the asphyxiation and pressure on your neck with the surging pleasure that pulses from your pussy.

“Right there! Right there, harder, Scara– ahn- fuck!” you're on the tip of falling into your high. Scaramouche is quick to comply, slamming into your pussy hard. His grunts are guttural and more frequent, in sync with your moans as he hits you just right and you squeeze around him tight. “Yes! Pleaseplease – shit!” you're coming undone in no time. A wave of cum spills from your cunt, slipping past as Scaramouche approaches his high not too far after. “Cum in me…please. I wan- I want it ah– it all..!” having hardly come down from your high, you're crumbling apart from pleasure, but you're not too far gone to vocalize your pleasure.

“I got you— gonna give it all to you, princess.” that was it. You both find yourselves shaking, silently moaning as your highs creep up on you for the nth time, streams of cum meeting in the middle and mixing.

He slumps on top of you, your bodies giving out and falling limp. A few minutes of silence go by, and Scaramouche remembers what brought this on in the first place. You two had a lot to assess and a lot to talk about– but you needed a start. “Kunikuzushi.” he says it blankly and lowly. You look down at him, blinking in confusion. “Huh?”

“...Kunikuzushi. That's my name— er- it was my name.” he says, his fingers drawing inconsistent shapes on your skin. “Thought I should tell you…you can call me that if you want.”

With a giggle, you brush your fingers through his thin locks, a smile prominent on your sweaty face. “Yes, sir.”

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[chuluoyi]

I forgot where I saved the TikTok but it was of this woman and her baby and she sung “shawty a lil baddie….she my little boo thang” and her child started SCREECHING LMAOO

anyway this is dad! satoru <3 tells his baby a joke or sings them a line or goes “got ur nose!” and the baby is hollering with intent to burst eardrums… u two get SO confused HFBDKSN

AHAHHAHA SUMMER i swear your ideas are all gold🥹🫶🏻 that’s so canon like he’s actually and genuinely trying to make his baby laugh or at least giggle but when he screeches instead, gojo is actually so spooked and so heartbroken “why can’t i make him smile?!”

and one time when your baby accidentally bumps into something and wails, gojo tries to soothe him but he keeps crying— and it actually makes his heart hurt to see his little munchkin cry🥺 that he gets glassy-eyed. only when the baby sees him like that that his cries stop and he lets out a little smile instead

#now baby gojo lives to torture dad!gojo for all his karma🥹 #—chu’s mailbox 📬 #—headcanons☁️ #𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

[usopps-devotee]

[knocks at your door but puts a note through your window]

Sorry for dumping these thoughts into your inbox but I don’t do writing and aint none of the friends I got on here are into OP let alone will understand the Feelings I Feel for cringe lord Buggy. Feel free to ignore, I just gotta get it out my system. Also feel free to ignore because boobies is involved here.

But if not —

Say for some reason, despite not having any especial performance ability what.so.ever, you’re part of his crew. But you want to prove yourself. You’ve been training your upper and lower body strength, trying to at least learn how to hang upside down. And you finally get it. It’s a small victory and you know for anyone else, he’d probably shoot ‘em dead for thinking that was worth getting excited for but you have a sibling suspicion that the Genius Jester has a soft spot for you. So one day while practices are going on, you excitedly tell him to watch how far you’ve come with the intention of holding yourself upside down for five whole minutes.

You don’t even make it to one.

Not because your body gives up, but because after only 20 seconds, you get a wardrobe malfunction. You swore you tucked your shirt in, you really did. But maybe it wasn’t enough. Because you feel a draft, you feel cloth brushing where it shouldn’t, and you can’t help but notice your boss’s initially somewhat proud look turn into one of being stunned.

Because as much as showstopping as your cute nipples are to him, Buggy’s pretty sure this isn’t what you wanted him to see.

You scramble to jump down and right yourself, face burning, all the while he’s trying to pretend like he didn’t see anything (even though he definitely did, and plans on seeing them tonight in his dreams). And if anybody else saw them — no they fucking didn’t.

And this awkward cringe fail clown can’t think of any response other than “Nice work. Keep at it” with a stiff pat on the back before shuffling off. Probably back to his room to think about what he just saw. A lot.

TL;DR - I got Buggy brainrot. Here’s a scenario of a wardrobe malfunction wherein you accidentally flash him. Burn me at the stake.

the incident has been in his mind ever since it happened. His eyes have been on you more than ever but yet he can't look you in yours. Conversations have been stuttered out on both sides. His throat goes dry whenever you enter the same room, you always watch his performances but now instead of watching the crowd his eyes are glued to your chest while center stage.

More than anything he wants to grab, to touch, to kiss your chest, to suck, lick and bite till they are covered in his marks. Always afraid that saying something would scare you off.

♡

Anon you have a place in my heart now trust and believe, you're welcome to leave thoughts on my inbox, my dm, telepathically transported into my brain. All are welcome boo thang

#high☆talks #ask kush♡ #buggy op #one piece #one piece x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy

[imagines4thefandoms]

Trapped Apart

word count 10k+

y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie

Here you were again grounded or more accurately trapped. Mother was having another one of her episodes and she refused to let you leave. And it wasn’t because she was worried about your safety. No, she just didn’t want you to leave her like your “older sister” did. Not that you and Rapunzel were actually sisters that’s just what mother called her.

This was the 3rd night this week where she locked you in your room. And just like that, your plans flew out the window. Now you were about to spend tonight like you had the past three: alone wrapped in your one blanket that wasn’t torn and reading one of the few books on the isle that wasn’t falling apart. It was that book Rapunzel’s boo thang read as a kid “The Tales of Fylnnigan Rider.”

Your attention was pulled from the book when you heard light tapping at the window. Someone was throwing rocks at your window and since they weren’t big enough to brake the window you knew exactly who it was. After putting your book back in its hiding place your raced over to the window. Standing below in his normal red leather clothes holding his hook was your amazing boyfriend, Harry.

“Y/n, come one Uma’s pissed you’re not at work,” he whispered yelled from down below.

Even though he was maybe 10 feet below you, you could hear him. You could also see the smug look on his face that he got every time he came and rescued you from the tower. While the world saw him and everyone else on the isle as villains;Harry Hook would always be you knight in shining armor, your prince and he knew it.

You lifted the cushion of the seat that was right next to your window and pulled the rope from the inside and threw the half that wasn’t attached to the chair out the window. You watched as Harry attached his hook to his waist and held his arms up to catch you if you fell. Holding onto the rope as tight as you can, you climbed out of your window. No matter matter how many times you do this you always seem to lose your grip two feet above your boyfriend. So it’s not a matter of if you fall but when.

“I love it when you fall for me, princess,” Harry said holding you bridal style.

He says that cheesy phrase every time he has to catch you. Harry could help you get stronger so you don’t fall sneaking out but he loves holding you in his arms so he doesn’t mention it. The pirate stood there holding you for a few more minutes til he heard kids run past screaming and laughing.

“Uma, expecting us,” you said getting out of his hold and setting your feet on the ground.

“That she is,” he replied holding you against his body and keeping his hands on your waist.

“We should head over to the restaurant,” you said looking up at him and just staring into his light gray eyes.

“That we should,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours.

You closed your eyes expecting to get a loving kiss from him but after a minute of nothing, you opened your eyes and saw him two feet ahead of you.

“Harry Hook,” you exclaimed slapping his bicep.

“What love? I don’t want Uma to have your ass. It’s mine,” he replied slapping it before he continued down the road.

Placing your hand in his the two of you walked to the restaurant Uma’s mother owned. As restaurants go it was awful but for being on the isle it was the nicest one around. As soon as you entered Ursula’s fish and chips Uma started yelling.

“Y/n you’re late again,” she said storming over to you and pushing a tray of food into your arms.

“Sorry my mom was in her mood again,” you explained bringing the food to the correct table after Uma held up 3 fingers to you.

After you dropped the food on the table for some drunken sailers you walked over to the bar and sat down. Harry as usual sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Uma placed a plate of fries on the bar top for the three of us to munch on.

“Again, this is like the third time this week,” Uma asked worriedly as she munched on some fries.

“Yea, I think it has to do with how on the main land the prince’s coronation is coming up. It’s bringing up memories of when my sister left,” you replied slightly day dreaming about Auradon.

Harry was the only one in the room who notices you slip into another world. He was the only one who knew how much you wanted to leave the isle and go to Auradon Prep. It wasn’t that you hated the isle and your life on it, he knew that. But everyone knew that y/n gothel didn’t belong on the isle. You were too…nice. You stood up for the little people, for those who are being bullied. It’s how you became friends with Uma and met your boyfriend of 4 years.

You weren’t always a park of Uma’s crew. Your mother is friends with Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the evil queen, and Maleficent, so naturally growing up you hung out with them. Until when you were 12 and Mal was bullying Uma when she tried to join the gang. Mal would keep calling her shrimpy. Mal has done it before and you’ve been there but on that day your were tired of it. It could have been because your entire life you were being compared to a literal princess or that it was around that time when your mother’s episodes started getting really bad or you were old enough to realize what she was doing to you. Either way you had enough so you walked over and stood between Mal and Uma and told Mal to stop.

In that moment every one on the street stopped and looked, cause no one stood up to Mal she was the big honcho and everyone was scared of her or more accurately scared of her mother. After that Mal decided if you were going to stick up for a loser you are a loser and were no longer invited to hang out; when our parents were not around.

It was around that time that you started to dream about living in Auradon. Of being somewhere where you don’t have to stick up for the little people or yourself cause everyone is nice. Where you don’t have to worry about sneaking out cause you would be free to do want every you wanted or find somewhere you belong. But after meeting Harry or getting to know him better you didn’t need to leave the isle to find a place where you could be yourself. You had him and the crew.

“How long do you think you have til she checks on you,” Harry asked pulling you out of your day dream.

“Um she’s going to some meeting or what ever old people call hanging out with the rest of them. So I should be good for a couple hours.”

“Good,” Harry said kissing your temple.

“Hey your here, no longer on house arrest,” Gil yelling walking in and sitting on the other side of you.

Uma groaned and threw a few fries at Gil cause she knew how you felt about your living situation. On multiple occasions she offered you a room on her boat and Harry has insisted that you stay with him. But you never accepted their offer in fear of what your mother would do is she knew you were leaving. In your sisters case she almost killed the love of her life. You would rather stay trapped under her thumb than put Harry in danger. And Harry knew how trapped you felt. He also knew how your mother always compared you to your sister. If you were not physically trapped you were mentally trapped.

“Read the room Gil,” Uma said. She then ordered him to clean up the fries and wipe down all the tables, which was usually your job.

“How do you read a place,” Gil asked picking up a towel and wiping the tables.

For the rest of the day you just sat at the table and talking with Uma, Harry, Gil or who ever from the crew was in the restaurant. Uma gave you the day off partially because she gave Gil your duties and partially so you could easily just run back home so your mother doesn’t know you left. Mother usually stayed with the other villains for half the day so you could spend half the day with your friends but that was cut short today.

An hour after you and Harry entered the fish and chip shop Carlos ran in. Harry and Gil met him at the entrance and blocked him from coming in.

“Y/n, your mother is about to go home to get you,” Carlos warned.

While you didn’t talk to Mal, Evie, or Jafar, Carlos and you talked. It was rare but when ever your mother had her episode Carlos would make sure you knew when she was getting home. He was the only one of the Mal gang to know what it was like to be manipulated by their mother.

“What,” you asked getting up from your seat.

“Let me go hook,” Carlos said pushing Harry off him. “Something happened and our parents want to talk to us. You have 8 minutes to get home.”

Fear filled your eyes knowing it would take you 10 minutes to get home. Carlos knew what you were thinking and held up a helmet.

“We can get there in 5 if we leave now.”

“I got to go,” you stated to Harry giving him a kiss. “Ill send work over what this is about.”

Harry hated your relationship with Carlos, it's not that he was jealous. It was how your previous friends treated you. He also didn’t like when you relied on Carlos. He wanted to be the only person you needed. Harry felt better after you gave him one more kiss and how she will get a message out to him after the meeting.

“Thanks Carlos,” you said getting on the back of his motorbike. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms around him so you wouldn’t fall off. Carlos took off and nearly hit multiple people to get you back to your tower. The rope you used was still hanging out your window so you knew your mother wasn’t home yet.

“I owe you Carlos, guess I'll see you in a few minutes,” you thanked giving him a hug before climbing up the rope to get back in your room. Once you got your feet on the floor you quickly hid the rope under the cushion and jumped on your bed. Grabbing one of the approved books (anything but the Flynn rider book) and pretended to read til mother busted in your room.

“Y/n, we need to go,” she said looking around the room.

“Where,” you asked getting up off the bed and walking over to her.

“The hall, don’t worry your friends will be there.”

The walk to the hall, mother liked to call it, was only a couple minutes but the intense watching from mother was suffocating. What ever this meeting was about it had to be important other wise you wouldn’t be allowed outside. Her hand was wrapped around your upper arm as to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Mal said as soon as the two of you entered the building.

As usual if the parents were around, you and Mal were best friends. Carlos gave you a real smile. Evie and Jay weren’t mean to you but they also didn’t go out of their way to spend time with you.

“Mal,” you replied walking over to her to give her a hug as soon as your mother let you go.

“You smell like rotten fish,” she whispered in your ear.

“You’re still not thinking for yourself,” you whispered back.

She squeezed your tighter making your groan in pain. Mal let you go stating she just got so excited to see you. When she let you go you went to go stand with the rest of the kids and waited for whatever this meeting was about.

“I have great news,” Mal’s mother stated standing up from her seat.

“What is it,” your mother asked clearly agitated.

“I've already told the others but since y/n was detained ill have to announce it again. Our children had been chosen to go to Auradon prep,” Maleficent said with an evil smile.

I get to go to Auradon. I’ve wanted this for years. But by the looks one it the others were not happy.

“You will go. You will find the fairy godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy peasy,” Maleficent stated in her tall bar green chair as she filed her nails.

“What’s in it for us,” Mal asked. You don’t like siding with Mal but she had a point. Why would we help her when villains don’t really have the best track record of being good parents.

“Matching thrones. Hers and hers crowns,” Maleficent replied thinking about only her daughter and herself.

“I think she meant us,” Carlos replied pointing to the five of us.

Maleficent stood up and walked over to Mal. Stated about how its all about the two of them and her plan to rule the world. You know normal villain talk. And if we didn’t help we were grounded for the rest of our life. Ha like that’s new.

“Y/n is not going. I won’t have my daughter abandon me again,” mother stated grabbing your arm again this time squeezing to tight bruises are sure to appear.

Carlos’s mother also stated how she didn’t want Carlos to go, so did Jafar but of course Malificant was going to have her way. She walked about how good the old days were and how they were robbed of revenge against snow white and the dwarfs, Aladdin and the genie, the dalmatian puppies, Flynn rider who took rapunzel and twisted her mind against mother, and of course sleeping beauty. There was a look in mothers eyes you haven’t seen before. Hope. She was going to let you go but there would be a catch, there is always one with mother.

“Y/n, I don’t like it but you can go. Bring back the wand and that magic flower,” mother insisted.

She finally let go of your arm and sat down at the table next to the evil queen.

“Mother there are no more magic flowers,” you stated. Mother’s garden as her pride and joy and it was always missing one thing. The magic flower that had given rapunzel her magic hair. Mother swore she say one on the tv when snow white was reporting from the magic garden on the main land.

“You will find it and bring it back to mother,” she stated holding your hand a little too tight.

“I understand mother.”

Evie's mother gave her a magic mirror while Malificant grabbed her spell book out of the freezer. Suddenly a car horn went off and we were be pushed out to the street.

“We are leaving now,” you asked mother.

“Yes, the sooner you leave the sooner you return with my flower,” mother said grabbing the bags and putting them in the truck.

She had packed for you even through she objected to the idea at first. This can’t be real. You had to tell Harry. Talk to him about it first. Suddenly a pebble hit your leg and a soft whistle came from the crows. Your quickly found Harry in the crowd and went over to him.

“What’s going on princess,” he asked stroking your arm. He stopped when he noticed the redness on your biceps.

“We are going to Auradon like right now,” you said wrapping your arms around him.

“What why,” he asked holding your tighter not wanting you to leave.

“Something about giving the villain’s kids a chance. Maleficent wants us to use this opportunity to steal fairy godmother’s magic wand and bring it to her.”

“Your mother is ok with this.”

“She wants the magic flower, but ill just not go. They can handle it and I'll just run away.”

“No go. I know you y/n you have always wanted to go to Auradon. This is your chance to leave. Ill be here when you come back. Get the wand and the flower and after we take a ship and just sail away. Together,” he said holding your hands and placing a small kiss on your knuckles.

“No mom,” you asked looking into his eyes.

“No mom, just you and me.”

“What about Uma and the crew.”

“They don’t matter. You are the only thing that matters.”

You heard your mother calling for you. Harry gave you one last kiss and gave you a little push back to the car. ‘Get the wand and flower, not for mother and Malificant but for me and Harry’

“there you are get in,” mother said pushing you hardly towards the car. “Don’t forget, mother loves you.”

In the car you sat next to Carlos, far away from Mal. The car was clean and full of snacks. The boys went crazy and fought over them. Carlos handed you something brown and you gave it a sniff.

“Its good,” he said shoving another three in his mouth.

Trusting him you took a small bight and boy was he right. It was sweet and is has this creamy gooey center. Eve and Mal also took some of the food. Mal was messing with a remote and opened the screen between us and the driver.

“Look,” Evie exclaimed.

We all looked out the front window and it looked like the car was going to drive us off the bridge and drive us into the water.

“Its a trap,” Carlos yelled and we all held on tight to each other.

We waited and waited for the splash to come but it never did. A magic bridge appears. We got through the barrier. Mal asked the driver if the remote she was messing with opened the barrier but the driver explained that is opened his garage, what ever that is, and then closed the wall that separated us from him.

“How’s shrimpy doing, traitor,” Mal asked looking straight at you.

“Her name is Uma and she is fine,” you said glaring back at her grabbing more of the brown sweet.

“You look good,” Evie stated with a small smile.

“Thanks,” you replied returning a smile.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Except for Carlos and jay trying to steal everything out of the van. You tried to stuff some of the sweets into your bag too. On the isle you learn to never know when your next meal is and take things whenever. Suddenly a giant castle came into view and loud music was coming from outside. The vehicle stopped and the driver opened the door. Yo got out of the car followed by Carlos and jay falling out of the vehicle fighting over things than Evie and Mal.

We were greeted by lots of bright colors and smiling faces. A middle-aged lady and two people around our age (one boy and one girl) walked over to us. The older lady told Carlos and jay to put the things back which they did begrudgingly. Jay then proceeded to hit on the younger girl. She was pretty. Dark skin brown curly hair. She was in a gold dress with pink accents and a blue sweater. The other lady was in purple dress suit and the guy was in a nice blue suit jacket and yellow pants.

“The names jay,” jay said stepping closer to the girl.

“Welcome to Auradon prep,” the middle-aged lady said interrupting jays failure at getting the girls attention. “I'm fairy godmother, headmistress.”

“The fairy godmother,” Mal asked. “As in bippity boppity boo.”

Mal tried to get her to pull out the want or at least mention where it was by bringing up cinderella. But all fairy godmother said was it was a long time ago and not to focus on the past or you miss the future.

The boy took a step towards us greeting up. His name is Ben. Or prince soon to be king Ben since the girl in pink in blue insisted on pointing out.

“You had my at prince. My mom’s a queen which makes me a princess,” Evie said bowing to prince ben. She as already trying to find her prince charming as she was instructed by her mother.

“The evil king has no royal status here and neither do you,” the girl said with a fake smile.

Prince Ben gave a little laugh and introduced the girl and princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Fairy godmother said the two would be showing us around and something about the library being closed at 11. The band and her left. Ben walked over to jay to introduce himself but jay punched him in the shoulder. Ben stood in front of Mal for a while and they shook hands. He was going to shake Carlos’s hand but Carlos had what ben called chocolate all over. Evie looked at ben longingly.

“…as the day our two peoples begun to heal,” ben said shaking your hand.

“Or the day you showed 5 people where the bathrooms are,” Mal responded jokingly.

“A little over the top,” ben relied laughing.

Ben laughed about his intense first impression while Audrey talked about how her mother is aurora and Mal and her grandparents history. So mark Audrey as someone I won’t like. Ben offered us a tour and talked about the school. There was a statue of Ben’s father in the middle of these gardens. Ben clapped his hands and the statue shifted into the kinds beast form which scared Carlos bought that he jumped into jays arms. Ben explained how if symbolizes how anything is possible.

“Does he shed much,” Mal asked.

“Yes mother wont let him on the couch,” he responded.

Ben continued towards the castle and Audrey, Mal and Evie followed. Jay dropped Carlos then continued on his way as well. Carlos was staring at the statue until you gave him a small push.

“Lets go Carlos we are losing them,” you said pulling him away from the statue.

The entrance of the castle was beautiful. The ancient building mixed with modern style. The group stopped in the center of the room. But we were not the only ones there. All around us kids were walking up and down the stairs going on with their lives. No one was forcing them to this or that. They were smiling and happy.

Mal asked about magic and if it was around here. Ben told her it exist but they don’t really use it. He said something about how everyone here are normal mortal.

“Who happen to be kings and queens,” you asked.

“Yeah our royal blood goes back generations,” Audrey replied placing Ben’s arm around her.

“Doug,” ben exclaimed taking his arm off Audrey and talking towards a guy who was with the band outside. Doug was going to give us our schedules and who us the dorms. Suddenly you remembered this is an actual School and not like the one on the isle where the teachers never cared to even show up. Ben told us or more specifically Mal to ask him for anything if we needed it, which Audrey replied or ask Doug.

Doug introduced himself as dopey’s son. He started to name the rest of the dwarfs but was interrupted by Evie. Looks like someone has a crush. He gave us our schedule and told us about our classes with included “ remedial goodness 101”. We left to go to our dorms which Doug directed us to the right. Doug explained how normally its two to a room but since no one wanted to room with a villain Mal, Evie and I were sharing a room. And since it was three people instead of 2 we got the biggest room. We opened the door and it was like pink princesses threw-up in the room. The room was very girl and good. I could tell by Evie’s face that she loved it but Mal shut it down by saying the room was gross.

We closed the curtains to make is less bright which helped a bit but it was all still pick. After dark we walked over the the guys rooms. Carlos was playing video game and jay as usual was looking at his stolen treasure.

Mal told him he could steal now or wait til we took over the world. She sounded just like her mother, and unlike you she saw that as a good think when Evie pointed it out. Jay said no and Carlos gave him a turn on the video game. Mal was not happy over how lightly the boys took the situation we were in.

“This is the one change we have to prove ourselves to out parent. To prove we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cool,” Mal stated which brought them back to their senses.

That wasn’t the reason you were there but you weren’t going to tell Mal that. Mal asked for the magic mirror and used it to find the wand which was in the museum. Carlos looked on his new computer and found out is 2 miles away from us.

“Perfect so we go to the museum take the wand and we are home by breakfast,” you stated excitingly.

“What you missed the fish and chips or your salt water baths,” Mal asked in a cruel tone.

“I miss my friends,” you responded with a coarse tone.

Mal ignored your last comment and stated exactly what I said. She opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was near. Since the coast was clear we all followed her out the room. We were about two feet from the room when I heard footsteps.

“Wait,” I said grabbing Mal’s shoulder.

“Let go,” Mal whisper yelled.

I placed a finger over my lip the to my ear and to the direction we were heading. I was letting them know I heard someone coming. Once they heard the person we all pressed up against the wall til the passed going in the other direction.

“That was closed,” Carlos said patting me on the back.

“Have any of your guys spent your entire life sneaking out. No so follow me,” you said going ahead of Mal listening to every crack and feeling every vibration in the walls.

We made it to the stairs without getting caught which was great but stairs bring a whole new problem.

“I'm going first to make sure no one is around. When I give the signal step lightly incase the stairs squeak,” you told them sitting on the hand rail and slowly sliding down until you could safely jump off with out hurting yourself and making a noise.

You went a couple feet a head but found no one in the area. You called to them to come down and for once Mal actually listened to you. They all stepped very lightly and made it down the stair without a single sound.

Once we were out of the building getting to the museum was easy. But once we got there, there was a whole new problem. There was a security guard. In the room there was video surveillance of multiple magical items, like the trident, the genie lamp, Cinderella’s shoe and the spindle Mal’s mother used. Mal used her magic to get the security guard to prick his finger on the spindle. You tried to open the door once the guard went to sleep but it was locked.

“I’ve got this,” jay said backing up.

He was too far to notice but Mal was saying a spell to open the door. You tried to stop jay but you were too late and he fell on the floor. Everyone let out a little chuckle at jay. Carlos went to help him up but jay pushed him away. We walked past the sleeping guard and Evie used her mirror to direct us to where the wand was. While we were running around the museum looking for the wand we passed the hall of villains. There were wax figures of all of our parents. It freaked us all out. We know how mean our parents can be, we know they’re villains but these figures made them look worse, made them look like monsters.

We couldn’t stand to be in the room with the figures any longer, so we left but after a couple seconds you noticed Mal didn’t follow us. She was still looking at her mothers figure.

“Look at you look at me I don’t know who to be mother, is it wrong is it right be a thief in the night mother, tell me what to do,” you heard Mal say.

You decided to leave Mal alone but Evie came back and told her to come along. You caught up with the boys. They were talking and messing around and ignoring everything around them. While you were looking at everything around you and you noticed a blue light. You went towards the light and saw the wand suspended in the air with a force field.

“Guy, I found it,” you whisper yelled to the boys.

Evie came back from getting Mal but the she still was in the wax room. “What,” Evie asked.

“I found the wand, where is Mal,” you asked.

“I thought she was behind me I’ll be right back,” Evie said running to get Mal.

A few minutes later both girls got back. You told them to follow you and led them to the wand. Jay ran to the other side and climbed under the railing.

“Jay wait,” Mal called.

Jay didn’t listen. He went to reach for the wand but the force field sent him flying an a alarm was going off.

“Force field and an alarm. It’s a bit excessive,” Carlos commented as we all went running.

You could hear the guard coming behind us. We made it to the guards spot when the phone started ringing. Carlos answered the phone while the rest of us ran out.

“Carlos come one,” you yelled for him.

“Your welcome,” he called out as he came running after you.

Carlos explained how when the alarm company called he pretended t be the guard and say it was a false alarm. We started running back to the school.

“Thanks a lot jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow,” Mal called out scorning jay.

Once we made it back to the castle, everyone followed my lead so we could get back in our rooms. We made it back to our rooms without being caught. Mal and Evie went straight to their beds while you stood by the window. There was something about sneaking out without worried about getting beat or getting loved ones killed.

“Thanks, I guess your skills were really helpful,” Mall called from her bed.

“Ill tell mother how useful my sneaking out skills are. She would love that,” you joked.

“Has she been easier to live with,” Evie asked walking over to you.

“No, she has her episodes more often. I don’t know why but she really got worse when the talk of the coronation reached the isle,” you explained.

“Well you’re free here,” Evie said as a comfort.

“I was free on the isle with…,” you started but stoped before you mentioned Uma and Harry.

“I’ve notice Hook has been more tolerable when ever your with him,” Mal stated.

“So its true, you and Harry,” Evie asked pulling you to her bed.

“Yeah 4 years,” you explained.

You missed this. Chatting about boys with Evie. It brought you back to the old days. Mal sat up and looked over at the the two of us. You waited for Mal to join the conversation or to change the subject but that would have been the Mal you knew when you were younger.

“We should sleep, we have a long day ahead of us,” she commented before going to bed.

“Yeah, night,” you said getting up and going to your bed.

You turned away from the girls and held on tight to the necklace Harry made you when you first started dating. It was a hook (blunted) on a leather cord. He gave it to you as a way to let people now you where his.

“Night Harry, I miss you,” you whispered and fell asleep hoping to speed this up to get back to him.

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Mal and Evie sat at the table in front of you and Carlos and Jay sat at the table diagonal from you. Fairy godmother stood at the front of the room asked questions for the remedial goodness class.

“If someone hands you a crying baby do you A) curse it B) lock it in a tower c) give it a bottle or d) carve out its heart,” she asked.

Carlos looked back at you in sympathy when she read option two out loud. Evie raised her hand to answer but asked for what the second option was.

“Lock it in a tower,” you whispered to her.

“Oh, sorry y/n,” she responded.

You shook your head telling her its ok and raised your hand to answer the question.

“Yes y/n.”

“C give it a bottle.”

“Correct,” fairy god mother praised.

“Wow y/n you are on fire,” Carlos also praise.

“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal spoke up.

Evie Carlos and jay nodded in understanding of how to answer the questions. Suddenly there was a little squeal and a girl with short black hair and a blue dress scurried in the room.

“You need to sign off on an early dismissal for the coronation,” the girl quickly spoke while she stared at us. She was scare, of course she was, she was in a room full go villain kids.

“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” fairy god mother introduced while signing the paper.

“You might want to use her to get the wand,” you leaned over the table and whispered into Mal’s ear.

Jane protested to her mother introducing her to everyone. Mal gave her a small smile and said hello as Jane creeped back out of the room.

“You may be right,” Mal whispered back to you.

You went back to doodling in you notebook while fairy godmother asked the next questions. Carlos and Jay ended up fighting again. They were told by FGM to save it for the Turney field.

After class was dismissed you Mal and Evie walked to your lockers which happen to be next to each others.

“So how can Jane help me get the wand y/n, you have any idea,” Mal asked putting her book back in the locker.

“I don’t know yet. This might not be something we can plan. Talk to her and see if there is something you can do to make her owe you,” you suggested leaning against your locker.

“Smart,” Mal said almost shockingly.

“Yeah Mal, I'm not stupid,” you said defensively and walked over to the library.

You have quite literally never see so many book in your entire life. Everyone in the room stopped and watched your every movement. Anywhere else it would have freaked you out but here with the books you didn’t mind. When ever mother locked you up all you could do was read. Those books made the confinement easier. You ran your fingers over all the books when a title caught your eye. “Flynnagain rider” they had it. You grabbed the book off the shelf and went to sit at a table. This book wasn’t broken. It had every page even the title cover. There were no stains. It was in perfect condition.

You were so entranced in the condition of the book you didn’t notice two people sitting at your table. You looked up and saw two brown hair twins a boy and a girl. There was something about their eyes that reminded you of something. They sat down but leaned back as to stay away from you.

“Hi I'm Ryder and this is my sister Stella,” the boy said with a giant smile.

“I’m …,” you started but were cut off by Stella.

“Oh we know. Y/n gothel. Our father had a whole conniption when he found out prince ben was letting you come to Auradon,” she said with excitement in her voice.

They confused you. They seemed scared but also intrigued by your presence.

“And who is your father,” you asked hiding behind the book hoping they would leave you alone.

“You're reading his favorite book. So much so he changed his name and named me after it,” the boy said.

Fear or shame-filled you. They were Rapunzel and Eugene’s kids. Your adoptive nieces and nephew. You slowly put the book down and really gave them a look. Now you could really see it. Her eyes he has her eyes and she had her nose. You’ve stared at the damn portrait of your “sister” your entire life. The one that got away.

“Hi,” you said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, mother talked him down. He wanted to pull us from the school but mother had a feeling your nothing like her,” Stella said.

“She wanted us to make sure you are ok. And let you know she wants to met with you or if you want to talk you can call her,” Ryder said putting a piece of paper on the table.

“Why,” you asked hesitant to pick the paper up.

“Cause your family,” Stella replied walking around the table and giving you a hug. “Family never give up on each other.”

They left you sitting in shock staring at the book and the number on the paper. Rapunzel doesn’t hate you and she thinks you’re family. You thought about calling. Maybe she has a few tips on how to keep mother calm. Or you could warn her that when mother get out she will more likely than not go after her and Eugene. You looked behind you and saw the Stella was still standing at the doorway watching you. She gave you a big smile and waved before her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

You tried to stay and read but suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable in the library. Grabbing 2 more books you went to the lady at the desk by the front door.

“Is it ok if I take these,” you asked her?

“Um yes let me scan them first,” she said hesitantly.

She scanned each book the handed them to you and a paper saying to bring the books back in one week. You were heading back to your room when your ran into Doug. Literally ran into him. The books fell to the floor.

“Sorry y/n,” Doug exclaimed picking the books up.

“It’s ok I promise,” you responded calmly.

Doug handed all the books to you and straightened his shirt. You went to head back to your room when you stopped and called to him.

“Um Doug, what to you know about magical flowers. Mother talked about it so much growing up I wanted to see on for myself,” you asked.

“Um we have some in the green house on the other side of campus,” he said running the back of his head.

“Thanks.”

You headed back to the room and was shocked to see Jane in the room with nicer hair. So Mal found her way in. Mal was on her bed drawing, Evie was sewing and Jane was complaining about her mother. Mal planted a seed of doubt in fairy godmother's love for Jane. Smart. You placed the books on your bed and collapsed on it.

“Mal do you like,” Evie asked holding up a dress she was making.

“Yea, it’s cute brings out your eyes,” Mal responded as she continued drawing.

“I know,” Evie stated looking at the dress. “Y/n what do you think?”

“I love it very Evie,” you said lifting your head up from the bed.

“Ill never get a boyfriend,” Jane sighed sitting on Evie’s bed.

“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal replied.

“And how would you know Mal you never had one,” Evie asked.

“That’s cause I don’t need one E,” Mal replied, “ they are a waste of time.”

You let out a laugh and sat up on your bed. “You only think that cause you never had one. Jane, you will find someone.”

Evie gasped then explained how she forgot to do chad’s homework. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” Mal said as Evie grabbed some tan bag and pulled out books.

“That not what having a boyfriend means but boys in general can be a waste of time til the right one comes along,” you explain trying to bring Jane some comfort.

Suddenly an Asian girl with very short hair walked into the room. She explained how she is Mulan’s daughter Lonnie. Lonnie wanted Mal to do her hair like she did Jane’s. Mal was against it but did it cause Evie said she needed the money for new fabric. Suddenly Lonnie had long brown curly hair. It was definitely an improvement. Lonnie looked in the mirror and explained how much she loved it then she ripped her skirt stating she was now cool.

“Like ice,” Mal said sarcastically.

Jane then went to the mirror and did the same thing. ‘Wow these princesses are really stuck up if they think ripping their clothes suddenly makes them cool’ you thought. Jane instantly came to her senses and was worried about what her mom would think when she saw the dress. Lonnie and Jane left after a while. Picked up a book and started reading it. Mal was studying her spell book and Evie was still working on chad’s homework when Carlos came in with a dog.

“Carlos that's a dog,” you exclaimed. You weren’t the only one freaked out by his mothers stories of the beasts.

“Don’t worry y/n it’s not vicious like mother said. Dude is actually very sweet,” Carlos said bringing the dog over to you. It jumped on your bed and put its front paws on your legs as it licked your face. “Ben said that means he likes you.

“Ok he can stop liking me. His breath stinks,” you laughed.

Carlos grabbed the dog and sat on the floor by Mal’s bed and was working on his computer. We all sat in silence until jay came in wearing a blue shirt.

“Did the plan work with Jane? Do you know how to get the wand,” he asked leaning on Mal’s bed post.

“Do you think I would be going through this book if I hadn’t completely struck out,” Mal replied in frustration.

“Someone is in a bad mood,” Carlos stated.

“My mom is counting on me I can’t let her down,” Mal replied flicking his head.

“We can do this if we stick together,” you stated putting your book down.

“And we won't go back until we do, cause we are rotten,” Mal stated.

“To the core,” we all replied. Evie looked at you when you said that. It is like the gang’s catch phrase. You hadn’t said it or hear those words in years. It felt both weird and nice to say them again.

“Oh yeah,” Evie exclaimed looking from me to Mal, “ I found out that fairy godmother blesses ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear of course.”

Mal and I looked up in shock. How could she forget to mention that small detail. Before we could talk about it there was a knock at the door. Mal got up to get it and when she opened it there stood ben. He was asking how our day went and if we needed anything or had any questions.

“Mal,” I whisper and yelled when ben was walking away.

“Oh wait,” she called causing ben to stop and turn back to her, “ is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben confirmed what Evie said. Perfect. Mal then asked if we could stand up front to absorb the goodness. Which is a smart move since they think we are all bad. But ben said that only his parents, himself, and his girlfriend get to be upfront.

“I think it's time benny boo got himself a new girlfriend,” Mal said after she closed the door on ben. “And I need a love spell.”

Carlos threw the book and Mal and she began her search. After a few minutes, she found one. The spell would be in a batch of cookies. Which was where the problem lay. None of us knows how to bake. But as a group we can get this done so we all headed down to the kitchen. You were another step close to giving your mother what she wants and getting back to Harry.

In the kitchen, we were able to get most of it done but the last ingredient was a human tear. Carlos thought of cutting up an onion but it had to be a true tear of human sadness.

“A tear is a tear,” jay said in frustration.

“that's not true jay they both have antibodies and enzymes. A hormonal tear has more protein than a reflex tear,” eve said giving Mal the bag of flour.

“Wow Evie,” you said proudly.

“Listen to you,” Mal stated as she put more flour in the mixing bowl.

Carlos and jay were messing around about whether or not jay knew that science mumbo jumbo, then Lonnie walked into the kitchen. You grabbed the towel and threw it over the book to hide it from her.

“There you are Mal, I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair,” Lonnie stated walking over to the counter while Mal and Evie were awkwardly standing there and mixing the ingredients. “Midnight snack huh, what are you guys making?”

“Nothing special just cookies,” you stated to say before Lonnie dipped her finger in the batter and ate some.

“What I'm not going to double dip,” Lonnie said defensibly after we all basically yelled no at her.

“Fell anything,” Evie asked leaning towards her.

“Yeah like it might be missing something,” Mal asked.

Jay saw this as his opportunity to hit on Lonnie and see if the spell works. Lonnie blew him off then stated it could use some chip.

“What are chip,” you asked relaxing a but knowing she was under the spell.

Lonnie went to the fridge and grabbed a down of chocolate dots. “Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group,” she said placing the down on the counter. She took a hand full and put them in the bowl. “Didn’t your moms ever make you chocolate chip cookies?”

We all looked at her in confusion.

“Like when your feeling sad and their fresh from the oven with a big old glass of milk and she makes you laugh and puts everything int perspective,” Lonnie asked with this huge smile on her face. She looked up and notice all of our sad faces. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It's just different where we are from,” Mal explained mixing the chocolate chips in the dough.

“Yeah, I know. I just thought even villains love their kids.”

“No,” you whispered hugging yourself.

Lonnie grabbed Mal’s hand when she notice how none of us agreed with her. A tear was falling from Lonnie's eye and luckily Mal noticed it and grabbed it and put it in the mix. Mal quickly got her out of the kitchen while we finished the spell. Once the cookies were done and cooled down Mal put them in a baggie and we all went to sleep.

The next morning we all woke up early to decide when to give ben the cookie. “Just give it to him first thing it may take a while right,” you suggested.

“No it’s an instantaneous spell,” Mal explained.

“Oh.”

“Ok so we have a plan I’m going to go get ready for the Turney game,” jay said.

“That’s at the end of the day,” Carlos reminded him.

“Yes but I can go parade around and take to girls.”

We all left to start our day. Eventually, we all met by Mal’s locker and waited for ben to show up so she could give him the cookie. He was about to turn it down but Mal did reverse psychology (which I am now aware that I have been victim to multiple times) on him. She played to how we are villains who can not be trusted. Ben snatched the cookie from his hand and took a giant bite. The spell was starting to work cause he was having lovey eyes towards Mal. She grabbed the cookie before he could take another bite. Ben then started to yell her name at the top of his lungs.

“Girl what did you put in those cookies,” you laughed.

Jay and Carlos took him to the Turney field to get ready for the game while Mal Evie and you went to go stand in the stands and cheer for jay and Carlos. The game was going great I think. But everyone for Auradon was cheering. It was the last bit of the game when jay and Carlos got on the field.

“Let's go, Carlos. Let go jay,” you yelled.

Carlos, Jay, and ben use their combined skills to make the winning goal. The crowd was going crazy. Suddenly ben took a microphone and started professing his love to Mal. He then started singing a song about how much he loved her.

���What was in that cookie,” Mal exclaimed.

During his little song, ben took off his jersey and threw it to Mal. Ben made his way to Mal and told her again that he loved her. Then Audrey came up with chad and said they were going out and going to the coronation together. Audrey kissed chad and walked away. Ben and Mal were going to the coronation to gather but you didn’t care that that moment. You saw the hurt in Evie’s eyes. She really likes chad.

“Hey it’s ok, he was a dope anywhere. Plus you are way better than him,” you said giving her a side hug.

Mal noticed Evie’s poor mood and commented hoe she felt bad for Audrey and said how if she was pretty smart and talented at Evie that she wouldn’t need a prince to feel better about herself. And you totally agreed.

After the game, you ran into Stella. She asked if you wanted to hang out with them for a bit. A bit turned into an hour and an hour turned into a sleepover. The only person you spent this much time with was your mother. You haven’t even spent this much time in one sitting with Harry.

“Tell me about yourself,” she asked.

“Um, I don't know what to say,” you replied.

“What do you like to do silly,” she said giving you a slight push.

“Um, I can’t really do anything. When mother locks me away I just read and paint and sew. I cant even do the last 2 cause mother makes me do them. It reminds her of rapunzel. I have to do everything like Rapunzel,” you explained. “I'll sometime climb out my tower to hang out with my boyfriend but that only if mother leaves.”

You noticed the look on Stella’s face. It was shock or pity. She heard the story of what her mother went through but in some messed up way mother gothel loved her but for you, you were just a constant reminder of her failure.

“I'm sorry I should go,” you said getting up off the floor and opening the door.

“Wait, it’s ok to be yourself. You can just be you here not rapunzel not gothel just y/n,” Stella said giving you a hug. “So what here has made you the happiest?”

“The library, and school, and my friends,” you said honestly. “I feel free here, no tower, no barrier.”

“You are, no one can make you do anything you don’t want to,” Stella said holding your hand.

“Thanks, but I should really go,” you said leaving Stella’s room.

When you walked into your dorm room Mal was getting ready for a date with ben. Evie was about to do her makeup.

“Y/n help me do her hair,” Evie asked.

“Sure you know hair is my specialty.”

It was nice. You guy talked like old times. Since Mal’s hair was very much shorter than yours it didn’t take as long to get it just right. Evie was putting the finishing touches when Mal thanked both of us for helping her.

“I've never had a sister,” Mal said as Evie put on her lipstick.

“Well now you have 2 right y/n,” Evie asked you.

You looked at Mal and Evie and gave a small smile. “Yeah, we are going to have to stick togather If this doesn’t work.”

“Are you guys scared of your mother,” Mal asked.

“Sometimes,” Evie replied.

“Yes, not scared of what she will do to me but what she will do to the people I care about if she found out about them,” you said shocked at how honest you were. You never told anyone about how much you really feared your mother.

“Harry,” Mal asked.

“Yeah, he makes me feel sane and less trapped,” you replied smiling and you held your necklace.

“Are you scared of your mother,” Evie asked.

“No, I just want to make her proud. She gets so angry when I disappoint her,” Mal opened up.

There was a knock on the door but before she went to get it Mal looked over at you.

“I'm sorry for how I treated you. You were never weak you were different and now I know its okay,” Mal said holding her arms out to give you a hug.

“I forgive you, Mal. Besides according to Stella and Ryder siblings fight all the time, and they always forgive.”

Mal went to open the door after letting you go and left on her date with Ben. You and Evie just stayed in all day and waited for Mal to return with the details of her date.

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In remedial goodness class, fairy godmother was standing in front of a tv and she looked very excited. She was talking about family day at the school and since out parents couldn’t come for obvious reasons she set up a special video call with them. The call didn’t start off to a great start with Carlos’s mother calling fairy godmother old and Mal’s mother antagonizing her about the pumpkin and the curfew. Maleficent was asking about how much longer it would talk til we got the wand. Then Cruella was talking about turning Carlos’s new BFF dude into an accessory. And mother kept saying how much she missed me and that when I return she never wants to let me go, which meant I was going to be trapped in the tower for more than a day. Out parents started fighting and after a few second jay turned the computer off.

“I'm so sorry,” fairy godmother said in a soft tone.

“Thanks anyway,” you responded before going back to your seat.

You all grabbed your bags and went to leave the room.

“Mal what do you think our parents are going to do to use if we don’t pull it off,” Evie asked.

“I think they will be quietly disappointed but ultimately proud of us for doing our best,” Mal lied.

“Really,” Carlos asked not reading between the lines.

“No, I think we are definite goners.”

When the day was over we all went to the boys' room to go over the plan. Mal will be up front while we will be on the balcony. Carlos is going to handle the limo. Mal gave Evie a perfume to knock the driver out. There was this sadness filling the room. I don’t think any of us really wanted to do this, but we were scared of what our parents would do if we didn’t. I noticed Mal looking up a spell to undo the love spell. She said she wanted to undo it cause it would be extra cruel but I know she had feelings for ben and didn’t want to live this lie any longer.

That night you couldn’t sleep. If you guys got the wand and the villains came to Auradon this little piece of freedom would be destroyed. Mother would find her magic flower and she would find another tower to lock you in. And she would go for Rapunzel and Eugene and Stella and Ryder. That dream of sailing the ocean with Harry was never going to happen. You were forever destined to be trapped and locked away. You thought being with Harry and Uma and Gil made you feel free because you were away from your mother but you were still trapped on the isle.

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It was family day. The five of you decide to enjoy the festivities. Mal went over to ben and his parent while you stayed with Evie while the boys played with the chocolate fountain. Mal said that the king and queen wanted to have lunch with us. You enjoyed a nice game of croquet with everyone when Audrey’s grandmother was yelling about how the villains were here. Chad was being very rude. He called out Mal for stealing ben, said jay enjoyed hurting people and said Evie was a gold digger. Evie told her magic mirror to show her the biggest jerk and chad’s face appeared. He then pushed the mirror out of his face and you and jay were about to go after him for pushing Evie but ben stopped jay and Carlos stopped you. Mal then knock chad out with and spell and the five of us left.

The five of us just sat at a table and ate lunch. At the table next to us sat chad Audrey, Jane, Stella, Ryder, Doug and other people we thought were our friends.

“How long did she think that was going to last. It was just a bad girl fascination,” Audrey asked her as Jane walked by making sure we heard.

“Yeah I mean he’s never going to make a villain a queen,” Jane said getting right next to Mal’s ear.

In anger, Mal took out her spell book and undid Jane’s hair. Jane screamed and everyone backed away from her.

“There’s a lot more where that came from,” Mal angrily stated.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are,” Aubrey asked.

“Do you think I’m kidding,” Mal asked as she pulled out her spell book?  Everyone left in fear.

When they left Mal stated how excited she was for tomorrow and how we needed to get the wand a leave.

“It was stupid to think they would see us as something other than our parents,” you stated in a pissed-off tone.

We left to head to our rooms to get ready for the big day.

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We were all ready for the coronation. Mal was wearing a beautiful purple dress, Evie was in a blue one and I was in a red one. All three dresses were Evie herself. While Mal walked in with ben, you Evie, and the boy went to your spots on the balcony. The coronation was beautiful but you really had a hard time focusing on the details. Any second now Mal was going to grab the wand and this place would be destroyed. Fairy godmother took the wand out to bless ben with it but before she could Jane grabbed it. She was angry at how her mother refused to use magic to make her pretty. Mal wrestled Jane for the wand. Once Mal had it in her hand Jane ran off. The four of us ran into the room to help Mal.

“Ben I said stand back,” Mal yelled as he took a step towards her.

“I told you so,” Audrey exclaimed taking a step forward. Mal turned to her and they back up in fear.

“Mal we got it to let's go,” you said once you got to her.

“You really want to do this,” ben asked standing between Mal and his parents and fairy godmother.

“We have no choice ben,” Mal cried. “Our parents…,”

“Your parents made their choice, no you make yours.”

Mal stood there and looked at everyone in front of her: ben, the king and queen, and fairy godmother

“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.

“You are good,” ben told her.

“How do you know that,” Mal yelled.

“Because I’m listening to my heart.”

“I wanna listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents,” Mal said turning to us. “Stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Turney, and victory pizza with the team makes you happy,” she said looking at jay.

“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy,” she told Carlos.

“Being her, being far away from that tower, and being yourself makes you happy y/n. And Evie you do not have to play dumb to get a guy. You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world for evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school and be with ben. Cause ben makes me really happy. Us being friends makes me really happy. Not destroying things. I chose good you guy.”

Mal held out her fist. You were the first to put your fist next to hers. You are choosing good. Then jay then Evie. We all looked at Carlos.

“Just so we are clear we don’t have to worry about how mad our parents are going to be, cause they are going to be really really mad,” Carlos asked making us all laugh.

“Your parents can’t reach you here,” ben reassured Carlos.

“Okay then good,” he said before putting his hand in the circle. We all looked to Ben for him to join in cause he’s a part of our group. For a nice second everything was fine til a loud thunderous sound filled the room. Green smoke was coming in and Maleficent appeared in front of everyone. Mal told her to go away but she didn’t listen. Mal threw the want to the fairy godmother who tried to use it on Malificant but she was too slow. Everyone in the room froze except for the five of us. Maleficent took Ben’s ring off of Mal’s finger and told her love was stupid. Mal told her how she didn’t want to be like her.

“Love is not weak or ridiculous, it's actually really really amazing,” Mal cried.

Mal took the want from her mother and jay tried to take the staff but he was unsuccessful. Maleficent then turned into her dragon form. Evie tried to use her mirror to blind the Beast. Mal pushed us all behind her and started chanting, “ the strength of evil is good as none when stands before five hearts as one.” She kept repeating it and repeating it til her mother turned from a dragon to a lizard. Shrinking to the size of love in her heart. Mal gave fairy godmother her wand and Mal got her ring back. Fairy un froze everyone. Mal went to talk to Jane and fairy to try to lessen the punishment you needed to talk to ben.

“Ben,” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“Is there any way I can get a letter to the isle? I need to explain this to someone. I need him to know why I’m staying,” you asked.

“I'll see what I can do,” he replied.

You wrapped your arm around him and next to him was Evie then Carlos then jay. A guard put a glass container over Malificant to keep her from escaping. Mal came over to you and placed her arm around you.

“You will be okay,” she whispered in your ear knowing how sad you are about leaving a certain someone behind.

“Thanks.”

For the first time in forever, you didn’t have to worry about your mother's anger or her episodes where she locked you up. Never again were you going to lock away. Never again were you going to be trapped. You were free. But with that freedom, you lost the only person who made you feel special, unique.

#harry hook imagine #harry hook x reader #descendants imagine

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˜”* ❝𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧?❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

Every night, you’ve been tossing and turning. Isaac was being so patient with you, he didn’t ever bring up the decision until you were ready. You loved that about him but, you couldn’t just stand by and watch as he grew more and more curious. You saw the way he looked at you, it was a concerned gaze. It was so easy to tell he wanted to know but he didn’t want to push any buttons.

You knew you wanted to be there with him but, you wanted to live your life. Sacrificing him or living was a hard choice but for the first time in a long time, you had it.

Isaac was sitting in his study. He’s been weird since Vic’s funeral. Even though he told you everything, you knew there was more on his mind. You also knew that your decision was on his mind too. Maybe finally telling him could relieve him about one thing just a bit.

You knocked on the door even though it was wide open. Isaac has been leaving doors open for you, it was his way of showing that he grew more comfortable with you.

“It’s wide open, Y/N,” He turns to you and smiles.

“I know but there’s nothing wrong with knocking.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, wanting you to talk. That’s why your here, isn’t it?

“So, um, I wanted to talk to you…”

“I can tell. Go ahead.”

You were nervous but you had it.

“I’ve made my decision, Isaac.”

His face lit up, as much as he tried to hide it.

“Wait, really?”

You nodded in response.

He motioned with his hands to keep talking.

“Right. It was really difficult, you know? I was thinking about it a lot. Didn’t really give myself a break and I could tell you were waiting.”

His face grew concerned. He didn’t say anything but he looked fearful. Like he would hear something he wouldn’t like.

“Isaac. I wanna stay.” You looked at the floor right after saying it.

You heard him moving but you didn’t wanna look until you felt it. He was hugging you. Extremely tight. He even made both of your bodies rock back and forth. If you could see the smile he had on his face, you might’ve cried.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said while letting go.

You nodded and stayed silent for a moment.

“Ah, well, I should really get going…” You tried to step out.

“Stay, please?”

You turned back around to see Isaac looking as desperate as ever. His expression quickly changed to a smug one once he noticed you were giving in.

“You’re so clingy, ‘Sac.”

“Is that my new nickname? Just half of my name?” He teased.

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, it sounds good coming from you.”

He sat back down on his chair and held his arms out.

“What’s this?” You say, mimicking his arms.

“I want you to sit with me.”

“There’s only this chair.”

“Y/N, I mean like on the chair with me. Come here.”

You giggled and walked into his open arms as he pulled you onto his lap and rested his head on yours.

The decision was hard but you knew it was the right one. Seeing him the way he was right now, was worth it.

“Thank you again, Y/N. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, yeah, I love you too, ‘Sac.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

im burnt out and isaac is my boo thang so hopefully this can bring me to life

#zsakuva #asmr #zsakuvaxreader #isaac #isaacrhodes #sakuverse

[briology]

you take them to the hair store: shinra, arthur, benimaru, vulcan, ogun genre: comedy, a little bit of fluff pairing: w/ black! fem reader cw: cursing

SHINRA KUSAKABE

he went with you because he likes the way it smells for some reason

will probably try to lick one of the products

his signature smile will probably scare a few people but as he keeps coming, they get used to it

he likes to mess around with the makeup section of the store

will build a bond with the owner and workers of the store to get you a discount (it works)

everytime you would go without him, the workers will ask "where's your lil boo thang?"

the workers will jokingly say "you can't come in without him sis"

ARTHUR BOYLE

you were getting ready to go, you told arthur that you will be back after running to the hair store

he insisted on going with you because he says "your majesty should be accompanied by protection" or something

when you take him, all of the workers were shocked because they didn't expect you to come in with him

since you were close to them, you talked frequently about your relationship with arthur, to which they told you to bring him to the shop sometime

though, they didn't know the time would be now

when you and some customer was going for the last hair gel, HE DREW HIS DAMN SWORD saying "let it go, peseant"

at least you got it

the maniquenns be throwing him off because he's all like "DID THEY GET BEHEADED

overall, 10/10 experience with him at the hair store

BENIMARU SHINMON

at first, he didn't want to go because he's lazy, but since you bribed him with sukiyaki, he took the offer and went with you

boy was that a bad idea

this nigga had everybody staring at both you and him (yall compliment each other so well)

so many people didn't know if they wanted to be you, or be him

will probably complain that you're there for a while

i know this nigga got some nice ass curls before he got that damn silk press

so you got some hair products for him as well because you wanted to see what his hair looked like

he was against it at first, but gave in to your persuasive nature

safe to say, them curls were GLORIOUS

VULCAN JOSEPH

he interested in how you do your hair and wants to learn how to do it and which hair to use

he will accompany you because he just loves being there with you in public

he's fascinated by the way you instantly know which hair to get for each hair style

"get red so we can match" is a common phrase FOR EVERY HAIR STYLE

will tell you to get a certain hairstyle because he knows you will look great in it

tell you to get a product because it smells nice

the man loves animals, so he got beef with gorilla snot

"THEY TAKING SNOT FROM A GORILLA?! HELL NAH"

yea, quite the experience

OGUN MONTGOMERY

he went because it's like a chore going with you

he constantly complains about not having enough products for his hair, especially conditioner

so when he goes with you, he instantly goes into the section with durags and conditioner

he will also get some little gold accessories to put in his hair and will get you some for your hair

he wants to get matching bonnets and durags with you because he thinks that yall will be like them black couples on pinterest

will offer to pay for everything (to which you object to sometimes but he still pays for it)

HE KNOWS HOW TO DO YOUR HAIR

will pick out the color of the braiding hair because he knows which ones will suit you better

mmm, that's a black king right there

©2022 brihisagi. all right reserved

#shinra kusakabe #arthur boyle #benimaru shinmon #vulcan joseph #ogun montgomery #enen no shouboutai #black! reader #black writers #shinra x reader #arthur x reader #benimaru x reader #vulcan x reader #ogun x reader #anime #black reader #fire force

[zvdvdlvr]

- 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

- 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉: 𝒚/𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.

- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕, 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

- 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓

- 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆... 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝐁𝐘 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉

- 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄!𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓,

{🖤}

daryl dragged a hand down his face. with a watery sigh, the tracker sat down. after pulling a cigarette from his pocket, he lit it.

"maybe in another life, i could find you there."

taking a long drag, he exhaled bitterly, thinking back to the times he was absolutely god awful to y/n before they became what rick would call 'an item'. a laugh bubbled through daryl's lips.

"pulled away before your time; i can't deal, it's so unfair."

daryl squeezed his eyes closed and leaned his head against the tree behind him while the scene of y/n's death flashed across his eyes once more. the fall from the tree she had been spotting from left her winded, but she told everyone she was fine. daryl's eyes watered, telling himself he could have saved her.

"and it feels, and it feels like... heaven's so far away."

a whimper left daryl as he pressed the lit butt of the cigarette into his hand. he could hear y/n's muffled screams in the back of his mind as he tried to fight through rick and abraham to get to her.

"and it feels, yeah it feels like the world has grown cold now that you've gone away."

images burned across his eyesight. y/n yanking daryl close to her so she could kiss him. y/n walking in the middle of carol and daryl with her hands strewn across both their shoulder, talking about her 'boo thangs' while kissing carol on the cheek. y/n falling asleep against daryl, hands clinging to the material of his jacket.

"leaving flowers on your grave to show that i still care."

a single tear falls from daryl's eye. he should have fought harder, made sure y/n didn't leave his side. his flesh burned with a sickening sound as he twisted the butt further into his hand. "i'm sorry," he whispered, finally dropping the cigarette.

"black roses and 'Hail Mary's', can't bring back what's taken from me."

daryl sniffled. "i'm so sorry," he choked. his crossbow slid down his thigh to the ground. peering over, daryl caught sight of the heart and skull y/n had drawn with a sharpie when the group stumbled across a grocery. his throat burned with unshed tears as his lips drew up into an anguished expression. he picked up the crossbow and threw it.

"i reach to the sky and call out your name. oh please let me trade... i would."

with another choked gasp, daryl let himself cry as he relaxed against the tree.

"and it feels, and it feels like heaven's so far away. and it stings- yeah it stings now, the world is so cold, now that you've gone away. gone away, gone away."

daryl thought back to merle. how he had beat his head into a gory pulp. how the still-warm blood felt coated on his hands, under his fingernails, in his skin. how he has sobbed at the loss of his own blood. then, how he came back to find her.

"i reach to the sky and call out your name. oh please let me trade, i would..."

unconsciously, daryl's fingers thread themselves into his hair while he leans his arms on his knees. he can almost feel y/n resting on his shoulder, silently letting him know that she'd always always be there for him.

"and it feels, and it feels like heaven is so far away."

waves of emotion and memories pull daryl farther into his guilt. y/n would still be with him if he had just waited for her. at this point, daryl thought, maybe there is no reason anymore; no reason to fight.

"and it feels, and it feels like heaven's so far away. and it stings- yeah it stings now, the world is so cold, now that you've gone away. gone away, gone away."

after who knows how long, daryl felt his body-shaking sobs stop. wiping his nose with his handkerchief, he looked up and the majestic moon.

"and it feels, and it feels like the world is so cold now that you've gone away."

daryl chuckled lowly. "you 'n beth on some talent show as kids?" he threw his arm around y/n's shoulders and pulled her into his lap.

y/n laughed at daryl's laugh. after a minute, y/n sighed and sat back up to sit in front of daryl, the fire in front of them warming the pair up well. daryl let his hands clasp at her waist as her head came to rest once more on his shoulder. "you like my singing?"

the tracker laughed at y/n's teasing voice. "it was... somethin'," he relented. at y/n's offended scoff, he pressed a quick kiss to y/n's cheek.

"love you," y/n whispered, facing the fire.

"i know."

#jules writes 📓 🖊 #jules writes 📓🖊 #x reader #x female reader #female reader #angst #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #twd daryl #twd x reader #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd angst #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon x black!reader #black reader #x plus size reader #daryl dixon x y/n #ricky dicky doo da grimes #norman reedus please one chance bbg #you too andrew lincoln ;)

[kitkatscabinet]

Hi there! I love you’re writing and I’m sorry people havnt been respecting the rules! I double checked the rules before I went and asked for a request cuz I wanted to make sure I was being respectful!

I was just wondering if you could do some headcanons for Dylan, Jake, and nick and what pet names they would use for their s/o and what their s/o would call them?

I’m not sure if you do Dylan x fem reader so if you don’t, it can be gender neutral for all the homies, just so everyone is included!

If you don’t feel comfortable writing this or I got confused with the rules just let me know, and it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna write it! Thank youuuuu! You’re writing makes me happy! 👌🏻👌🏻

ok so it's actually in my what I will write for link that I say I won't write a fem reader for Dylan (just put it in the rules officially) and I've brought it up multiple times on my blog but you were nice and respectful so I'll happily do these :). Also I'm such a bad person for this cause I be calling my loved ones things like c*** or cheestick so. Also I really like this request and thanks for your kind words ❤️😭

Jacob

the biggest on pet names absolutely loves them. loves using them loves being called them. all around you rarely hear your actual name from him

at the start he definitely uses babe/handsome/gorgeous/cutie. the typical sweet things but as your relationship evolves you definitely come up with things that are special to the two of you.

Jacob likes to be called my love (he's a little embarrassed about this at the start) and hubby. To him those two are like the ultimate endearments that prove you do actually love him. he's your sweetheart so that defs gets thrown around as well.

In my opinion Jacob's body type is the cuddliest so cuddlebear is a big one as well.

somewhere in between this dude and bro definitely get thrown around as well in a 100% romantic sense by the both of you

Dylan

has the silliest use of pet names, and if you're shorter than him get ready for all the short related names.

he has 100% called you his boo thang before and you weren't completely sure if he was serious. Of all the boys he's the one lovingly referring to you as a slut (never in a mean way tho)

but seriously I see him as a fan of calling you duck and my favourite. Not too sugary sweet but still cute enough

He likes to be called your lovebug (he’ll grumble jokingly in public but he secretly loves it) and variations of honey

another practitioner of babe, but in a casual get your attention way.

the one that overexaggerates with them the most and enjoys using them to annoy other people.

Nick

uses them the least, but as he gets more comfortable is more inclined towards them. Also the least likely to use them in public, unlike the other two who can and definitely do

you use them more for him but he'll still call you darling in a way that's sure to fluster you.

when he needs to pacify you/calm you down its darl

I can also see him calling you his little gem or star or some of the sappier ones like that when its just the two of you. The most sentimental and thoughtful. He likes to call you more personalised things as well.

Once he's really comfortable he calls you possum the most though (this is a very popular Aussie term of endearment, we don't actually tend to use them much over here so)

likes to be called honey, dear or lover. Gets the most flustered over their use especially in public, it makes him giddy to know that you actually feel that way about him.

Taglist:

@laurakearnxy @wolfsquad @rainbows-dreams @dylanlenievy @kestisvrse @aaetherr69 @jjkk1m @g0th1ka @ghostverz @thebookbakery @sheriff-hackett @qlqstqr

#the quarry requests #the quarry #the quarry jacob #the quarry dylan #the quarry nick #nick furcillo x reader #the quarry x reader #dylan lenivy x reader #jacob custos x reader #x reader #the quarry hcs

[smileysuh]

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, i usually do not read for the older members (i've read your every hyuck work repeatedly xd) BUT I'D NEVER THOUGHT I'D LIKE ANYTHING JOHHNY RELATED, REALLY CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVED GHOSTIE

SDFGHJKL LET JOHN INTO YOUR LIFE! I understand the Hyuck love, that's our lil boo thang, but his FATHER, his PAPA, his DADDY- let John into your life and you won't regret it

I find it's easier to get into a new kpop member if he's close with your bias- here's 3 JohnHyuck fics below the cut that I have to help you get used to Johnny with Hyuck there to hold your hand ;)

Patience - yandere JohnHyuck

🔮 preview. Unfortunately, after a long day of work, both Johnny and Haechan are very close to being at their breaking point. When you walk past your window wearing a cute bra- well, to the men watching you from the street below, you’re all but begging to be plucked from your safe life and dragged into a world of strict bedroom roles and rich boys who are in desperate need of someone to help get their frustrations out-  luckily for them, they have the god complexes and the money to make that wish come true.

cw/tw. yandere warning, voyeurism, stalking, toxic friend, toxic yandere JohnHyuck, conniving, master!Haechan, dom!/Yandere JohnHyuck, size kink, rough sex, bdsm, safe words, unprotected sex, threesome, multiple orgasms, fingering, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, marking/bruising, boob worship, spit roasting, blow job, hand job, lots of finger sucking, reader as ‘sex toy/doll’, creampie, Haechan oral fixation, lots of pet names, spanking, finger sucking, god complexes, etc… I petnames. (hers) good/pretty girl, toy, doll, gorgeous, etc. (John’s) daddy. (Hyuck’s) master.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9k

The Box Office - sugar daddy John & poolboy Hyuck

🔮 synopsis.  No one quite knows what’s up with the older guy who Mark works for- from his domineeringly modern architectural tastes, to 

cw/ tw. vouyerism, exhibitionism, age dynamics (young sugar baby reader + young Lee cousins versus aged up Johnny), bdsm themes, power play, dirty talk, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart, etc…), degradation (whore, etc…; said fondly), sex against windows, impreg kink, dirty talk, spanking, daddy/mommy issues, mentions of horny stuff like panty gagging, oral (f/m receiving), overstim, pussy slapping, spanking, anal, threesome, everyone had a case of the monster cock syndrome, handcuffs, begging, cock warming, etc… it’s super nsfw and 18+ as heck, minors do not interact I Primary Warning. this fic is centered around aged up/sugar daddy dom John having an extreme voyeurism/exhibitionism kink that wife!y/n shares/indulges him in. They have a lot of sex in places where people are really close by, and Johnny feels free to use anyone who steps onto his property like a pawn in his little sex games.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15.3k

About Time - Idolverse JohnHyuck

🔮 synopsis. He knows he’s being A: bad friend, B: perverse, and C: self destructive, but Haechan can’t shake the feelings he has for his roommate’s girlfriend. And he takes absolutely no responsibility for his actions. 

cw/ tw. noona kink, size kink, unprotected sex, deep penetration kink?, bdsm themes, slight dumbification, multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism, shower sex, oral (f/m recieveing), voyeurism, so many pet names, switchy sub Haechan, soft dom Johnny, ‘baby boy’, pet names, choking, boob kink, deep throating, somnophilia themes, threesome, spit roasting, poly, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 12k

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Leah’s College Roomate | Twilight headcanon

Link to my Twilight Masterlist

Being Leah Clearwaters college roommate would look like:

She was a little standoffish in the beginning. Literally whenever you tried to make conversation she wasn’t really interested and would give short answers or not speak at all. But you still were friendly and eventually Leah started to break down those walls of hers. “I’m..sorry. I-I don’t have many friends back home.”

Whether you two were the same major or studying different things, you two would have study nights either in the living room of y’all’s dorm/apartment or hang out in the school library. It was often the latter since you’d get distracted in your place. Luckily if one of y’all already had the class before you could lend each other notes or help with assignments. “I don’t understand this—it’s making my brain hurt.” “Here let me take a look”

It would be awhile before Leah would tell you about her life back home on the reservation. She’d tell you about her parents, her brother, her ex (which you wanted to beat up after she said he broke up with her and got with her cousin), and the few ‘friends’ she had. Of course Leah would never tell you her nature or the pack, that secret would remain forever.

When you two are not in class or doing schoolwork, you two like to have movie/tv show nights where you order take out, put on comfy Pjs, and chill in the living room watching whatever you two decide. Sometimes you guys will spend a whole weekend binge watching a show or movie franchise. Oh and much to Leah’s surprise, she enjoys tuning in every Monday night to watch the Bachelor/Bachelorette. “She better not choose him—he’s a walking red flag.” “Yeah, but who knows maybe red is her favorite color.”

While your room is very chaotic or straight from a Pinterest board, Leah’s is very simple and has a lot of her native heritage spread along the walls and keeps it clean. The living room/kitchen has elements that reflect the both of you so it is a nice blend. There’s a little plant area on the balcony if you have one or there’s fake ones inside.

If you end up going home for winter/spring break, you invite Leah to come with you back home if she is willing or has no plans. At first she was hesitant, but it turned out to be the best trip of her life. She enjoyed traveling and exploring since she never got to do it back home. The next break you have Leah ends up inviting you to come visit her, which you whole heartedly agree and she shows you everything there is about her culture.

You two love to share each other your favorite hobbies, books, movies, art, etc. It took a lot of convincing to get Leah to read your favorite book series, her excuse being she had a lot of schoolwork to get done first, but eventually she gives in and it becomes her whole personality. You two end up staying up a whole night just to talk about the series, its plot, the characters, and watch the adaptation if she hadn’t seen it.

Let’s remember, you two are college students so cooking can be a rare occurance. After a days long of classes, clubs, work if you have job, and any other thing in your daily life, cooking is brushed aside for Uber eats or the dining hall because lets be honest…your lazy to do dishes. However, on weekends you and Leah take turns cooking lunch/dinner. You will Friday nights, Leah Saturday and then both of you will work together on Sunday. “How’s paella sound for Friday?” “Fantastic. I’m thinking pasta or stir fry for Saturday.”

If either of you are in a relationship, you best believe the other is getting the tea. Even if its the ‘talking’ phase or casual dating, you guys will gather in ones room with a bottle of wine and chocolate to discuss the weeks events with whoever your boo thang is. Leah isn’t focused on a relationship and honestly neither are you, but that doesn’t stop you two from flirting or trying to get on someone’s tab when you go out for some fun. “Ugh I swear, Leah, if he just had a sense of rhythm in him when dancing, I would’ve folded.” “mmmh yeah don’t settle for less.”

#leah clearwater #Leah Clearwater headcanon #Leah Clearwater x reader #Leah Clearwater imagine #Julia jones #twilight #twilight saga #twilight headcanon #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #Leah Clearwater au

[astoldbychae]

OC's...but make it A.I.

@percosim, ask and you shall receive. 😁

Some of the OC's have been pulled outta the vault (my external hard drive) because their save has been a WIP since lawd knows how long. But they're in this new save I had to create (because I tried splitting saves up by story and both somehow got corrupted/glitched out) 🙃. Anywho...

Let's get into it.

Messiah "Dino" Villareal 🥵 (GIIIRRRLLLLL they even put him in his natural habitat...you KNOW he never has a shirt on!)

Deijah Allender & Jaron O'Neal (her long-term boyfriend) They've been together for 7 years but have known each other for 10 (I feel like these pictures would be from when they first met/started seeing each other)

Carmelo "Melo" Hollingsworth , Marguerite Webber (His Ex-Wife/High school sweetheart/Children's mother), and Monet Giordano (Pregnant girlfriend)

📌 [I figured you might wanna see your boo thang all dressed up @thegloomiestwhim ]

Kimora "Angel" White & Allen "Ace" Miller (I gotta bring him back out the vault, along with his son and ex-girlfriend/son's mother ViVi (the fashion stylist) since their save got corrupted)

Ramone "Moe" Solitto, Aura Matthews (his girlfriend), and Kelsi Galvin (his high school sweetheart/ex-girlfriend)

Below are just some random ones I did just to see what they'd look like:

Top: Nico Rodriguez, Ashlee Brand

Bottom: Malaysia Walker, Capri Stephens

Brain Dump // Ideas Incoming: Seeing all them together in one place (basically grouped together by story) just gave me so much inspiration! I know for a fact that I won't be able to have an ongoing years long story series but what my brain can do is tell each story like a mini-series with a designated number of episodes/chapters (some may be one-off's, kinda like how fan fic writers do their stories). A few will be told in machinima form while the others will be written.

They all exist in the same world because ultimately each story is connected in some way.

Thanks for the much appreciated story inspo Perco! 💕

#astoldbychae #meet my ocs #OCs to AI #I got carried away #as per usual #this was so fun to do #never realized that I had so many screenshots of my babies #its literally crazy how many pics I have #oc: malaysia walker #oc: ramone sollitto #oc: capri stephens #oc: deijah allender #oc: aura matthews #oc: kimora angel white #oc: nico rodriguez #oc: monet giordano #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #oc: messiah dino villareal #oc: allen ace miller