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selineram3421 · 3 months

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*looking at taglist slowly turning into a CVS receipt*

Hissy Kitty

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Reader

Warnings⚠

⚠ Alastor is still annoying lol, Husk is not having it, italics=thoughts, reader gets pissed ⚠

Husk felt confident that Alastor would stop being annoying. It was in the contract that he couldn't touch you. He had to follow the contract.

Of course the asshole found a loophole.

"Dear, do be careful.", the deer guided you away from broken glass.

"Alastor..", you said in a deadpanned tone. "I have to clean that up."

"Yes but I just wanted to remind you the dangers of handling broken glass.", he smiled at you and turned to grin smugly at the cat behind him.

Fucking hell.

"I know how to handle glass.", you said and started to sweep up the mess.

"Very well, I'll stop pestering you about glass."

You were of course oblivious to Alastor's games.

Husk knew that he should have been more specific so that the smiling asshole couldn't touch you at all.

"Hey, squirt."

"What?", you responded, finishing up sweeping the trash.

"Go to where the Princess is. I'm pretty sure she wanted you to do something upstairs.", he says with a shooing motion.

"Ok, I'll go up after tossing this out.", you said and went towards the staff only hallway.

"Don't worry about it.", your brother said and went to take the dust pan from you. "Just head over now."

"What a good older sibling you are!", the red dressed demon commented with a smile.

You glanced between the two, feeling a weird tension in the air.

"Ok...", you leaned the broom against one of the couches. "Don't kill each other while I'm gone.", you say before going upstairs.

After making sure his sibling was far enough, the cat demon growled and glared at the Radio Demon. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?", he said with clenched teeth.

"I'm doing what I'm allowed to!", Alastor said cheerfully and walked over to the bartender. "So, obviously I am touching them when necessary, like moving them away from danger.", he reached out to scratch behind one of Husker's ears.

"Stop fucking playing!", Husk yelled, smacking the deer's hand away. "They aren't your toy or pet asshole! SO LEAVE THEM THE FUCK ALONE!"

Alastor's smile twitched slightly.

Who is this demon to tell me no? I own the cat, so they just had to suck it up and follow along.

"I think you're forgetting one tiny, but ever so crucial, little detail?", the red demon grew taller, static crackling loudly. "I OWN YOU."

"I know.", Husk hissed out. "But I won't let you do anything to them."

You headed back to the lobby confused.

Charlie hadn't called for you at all but she did let you know that you would be getting a different job soon.

Why did he lie? You wondered and turned a corner to get to the stairs.

That's when you felt your fur stand on end, static noise making you shiver and cringe.

Rushing towards the lobby, you saw Alastor take a threatening step towards your brother in his taller demon form. In the moment, it didn't matter if the red demon was one of your bosses or not, you would protect your brother.

Standing between the two, you growled and hissed at the deer demon, fur bristling and tail flicking back and forth.

"BACK THE FUCK UP."

Husk quickly held on to you and tried to pull you back. "No! Stay back, let me handle this!"

You stayed put, still glaring up at the red demon.

Alsastor looked at you in an odd way before he shrunk back to size and fixed his coat. "Ahem, apologies.", he held his hands behind his back. "I didn't mean to give you such a scare!"

Still annoyed, you squinted your eyes at him and finally let your brother take you away from the lobby.

Once getting to somewhere private, Husk immediately shook you by your shoulders. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING KID!?"

You shook your head and moved his arms off of you. "I was thinking of getting you out of there!", you huff. "Look, I know he's the Radio Demon. I know you have some fucked up deal."

Husk tries to interject.

"NO! No, I am not done!", you point at him. "I know somewhere in that deal you made has my protection and that's why Alastor has been so weird when it comes to me. He wants to bug and annoy you for fucking shits and giggles.", you take a breath and brush your ears down to settle your anger. "I've been worried about you ever since you stopped talking to me. What happened at your casino?"

He turns away from you and takes a moment before sighing.

"I lost almost everything..", he grumbled. "I had to make a deal to save my power."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"But just because I'm stuck in a bind, doesn't mean you jump into my battles.", he glares at you. "I can handle the smiling piece of shit."

With a roll of your eyes, you turn him to face you completely.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you since getting here.", you hold his claws. "I can fight my own battles, sure I might need help at times but I'll ask you when I do. I know the dangers, I know the risks, I know my limits.", you let go. "But to you I'm just still a defenseless kid.."

"You'll always be my little sibling. Of course I'm gonna think of you as a kid.", he sighs. "But I'll stop giving you shit for some stuff.", he points a claw at you. "You hear that? Some."

"Yeah, yeah.", you smile and hug your brother.

He pats your head and both of you enjoy the peace.

For a second.

"Ok, now get off.", he says.

"Nah, you can handle a few more seconds.", you say and don't let go.

"Awww~"

Both of you get hugged from behind by Angel.

"Look at how soft you are around them~", the spider pinches your brother's cheek with one of his hands, turning his head to look at you. "You should hang around him more often."

"Get your ass off me.", Husk grumbles and moves out of the hug.

"But Husky~!", Angel whines as he clings onto your brother. "You are just sooo cute!"

You laugh as the two go back and forth with their banter, happy that your brother is ok.

Meanwhile, Alastor went up to his radio tower.

The shadows in the room curling and twisting around, the radio static getting louder and louder that it numbed out the sounds from outside.

Something had changed.

Please let me know if you don't find your tag!

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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bachiras-toaster · 5 months

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ability sex : ̗̀➛ :: Black cat in the Rue Morgue

EDGAR ALLAN POE x gn!reader

cw. smut kind of mean!reader, basically hate-fucking, unrequited love (poe has a crush on the reader)- I made it so Poe can be inside of his own novels (idk if he can in canon), name calling

“You wrote a non-mystery novel and you decided that, for us to leave, the main characters need to fuck?”

You watched as Poe trembled at the sight of your irritated expression, your eye twitching as you realised the situation that you were currently in with him. While you were stood up to your fullest height, your fists clenched tightly with your nails digging deeply into the palms of your hands, Poe was hunched over a little, his thumbs twiddling as he gave you an apologetic gaze like a toddler seeking forgiveness.

You and Poe had accidentally gotten trapped inside a novel he had been writing on the side. Believe him, he had zero attention of showing anyone the contents of the book- Let alone you, but it seemed that fate would not have any forgiveness for Poe as the stars aligned at all the wrong times. There was no loophole, no clever way to escape the situation without completing the set task— There was nothing that the author himself could’ve done except accept what kind of perverted things went on in his little, dirty mind.

“You’re a freak, Poe.” You let out, making sure that your despised was crystal clear in the hiss of your own words.

But there was no other way out. You knew that, and he knew that. Which is why you had resorted to reluctantly setting out to inch closer and closer to your freedom out of the confines of the book.

Poe had you bent over a desk, his large hands needily gripping the sides of your hips as he thrusted deeper into you each time. You had ordered him to fuck you this way so you didn’t have to look him in the eye, but it just meant that he had the perfect view of the way your shapely ass curved over as he bumped his own stomach against your back. There had been attempts to get closer to you in the midst of the moment, but you would just give him a small growl and a tight glare from the corner of your eye and he would understand the memo.

But it didn’t stop him from wanting more of you. His hands would often roam from your hips to curling around to hug your stomach, his thrusts becoming even more jagged as his breathing hitched. He was whining helplessly and leaning forward so his lips were inches away from your neck. He was practically begging to touch more of you with soft whimpers right against your earlobe, but you had never allowed it. All you two needed to do was fuck and that would be it, you could leave.

However, the feeling of him being inside you had been way more satisfying than you had anticipated. You didn’t expect the feeling to be so euphoric, and you didn’t actually expect him to be so… Big. Having your walls stretched out to accommodate the size of his thick cock was a sensation that was almost alien to you, and one your certainly did not envision with Poe. You had tried to suppress your moans as to not give him the attention he craved- To convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying it, but the way he had managed to hit your g-spot every time made it impossible not to let involuntary moans slip.

“(Y-Y/n)…” Poe moaned quietly against your ear, his palms slinking up your stomach to hold your chest instead as he leaned even closer to the side of your face, his lips practically brushing against the skin of your neck. “P-Please don’t hate me…”

“God, you really are— Pathetic…” You gulped as you let out your own flurry of breathy moans.

“You’re just so… P-Pretty— I couldn’t— Help myself…” He muttered softly, his tongue connecting with your neck, forcing a quick shiver down your spine.

“You’re such a perv, aren’t you?…”

“I am, I am…” He whined desperately against your skin, his lips fully in-touch with the exposed area of your neck. At first, he seemed unsure of the amount of contact he was allowed, but the way you exposed your neck even more to his lips showed to him that he had your permission. “—I-I’m such a perverted man…”

The sloppy sounds of his tongue, as well as the sounds of your slick coating his throbbing length through every desperate thrust, it was getting harder and harder to deny your pleasure. You felt like your legs were melting a little bit and you soon found yourself enjoying the fucking a little too much, to the point where you were actively pushing your ass further towards him to allow more of him to enter you. He seemed a little surprised at your actions, but welcomes them wholeheartedly.

“Don’t get your hopes up, P-Poe…” You gritted your teeth as you let out another whine. “After we get out of here, you’re never seeing me again…”

authors notes: feel free to comment suggestions for this concept!

#bungo stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader smut #bungou stray dogs smut #edgar allan poe smut #edgar allan poe #poe x reader #poe x you #edgar allen poe bsd #edgar allan hoe

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negativepeanuthoarder · 7 months

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the conservative argument around "trans species" kids in schools is so dumb. Like

1. these are middle schoolers we're talking about. They will grow out of it. Kids play wolves and warrior cats at recess all the time and then grow up and can function just fine.

2. "the teachers aren't allowed to question it" yeah if a kid is wearing wolf ears or a tail to class and isn't being disruptive they have no reason to. if the school even allows those at all.

3. there are no litter boxes in bathrooms. that was suggested as a way to help student's service animals, not for the students themselves. no school does this.

4. "what about parent's rights" your right as a parent does not extend to policing children that aren't yours. your kids not being allowed fox tails is a decision you can only make for your children, not for other parent's kids. some parents are going to be fine with their kids doing this.

5. "there are kids barking and growling and hissing" kids do weird shit. kids have been hissing at each other since at least the 90s and they're going to keep doing it. they will grow out of it. if a student is being disruptive then the teacher will send them out of the classroom.

6. "they're just accepting mental illness" yeah what else is there to do? there are a lot of mental illnesses you can't get diagnosed with until you're an adult. doesn't mean they don't have it. also I need to stress that this is 13 year olds we're talking about here. of course children raised in this current environment are mentally ill.

7. "it's escapism" if it's not affecting their daily life and isn't causing them to hurt anyone or anything, mind your goddamn business. it's not much different then you watching marvel movies or the office 19 times in a row.

8. "they're running between the halls on all fours" no they are not. just because you see a kid on tiktok doing that does not mean that children are doing that in school. It's fucking HARD to walk on all fours and I know because I HAVE and DO (well I've lost a lot because I stopped doing it regularly). it's a great workout but it's also not feasable to do on a day-to-day basis because it's SO MUCH ENERGY.

9. "maybe people have too much freedom" that's a statement that should apply to gun control and not children pretending to be animals.

#like I CANNOT stress how much of a non-issue this is

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twstjam · 11 months

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Memory Lane Part 3: Between the Lines

Characters focused on: Adeuce, Grim, & GN!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Summary: You're an innocent isekai victim, but was there something more to you that not even you were aware of until now...?

Or: You wander into another world and meet reincarnations of cartoon villains (who were REAL and also your friends in a past life). Exposition chapter ft. Brain cell Trio.

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"Myaaah! Get out of my room, explodey-hair!"

"Oi! There isn't gonna BE a room if you keep throwing fire all over the place!"

"Myahaha! What's wrong? Scared of'a little fire? Why don't'cha use your wind? Oh, that's right; you can't! Myahahaha!"

"H-Hey, cut it out, you two! Or else I'll make you!"

You open the door, already wide-eyed upon hearing the commotion as you came down the hall, and blanch at the chaos you see inside. Ace is ducking and weaving around jets of blue flame as Grim hisses and growls at him from on top of the bed. The young squire counters with his own taunts, making no effort to douse the little monster cat's fiery rage. The only reason the room hasn't burned down yet is evidently thanks to Deuce, who you can see is scrambling to extinguish the flames using his own spells.

For a moment, you can do nothing but watch in both fascination and horror at the scene in front of you. Of course, after a long day of non-stop events—from accidentally wandering into a fairytale world, being chased by monsters, and then meeting friends who are apparently from a past life—you should've known better than to assume that you'd be able to finally catch a break from all the excitement in your room. You begin to rethink thanking Riddle for generously providing you with a place to stay and instead consider if you should ask him to behead you after all.

That might seem like an exaggerated reaction, but even before you came in here, you already had the feeling that the events in your life are only going to pick up from here if the way your discussion with Riddle and Leona had gone was anything to go by.

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"Reincarnation and past lives are complicated stuff," Leona drawled, lounged carelessly on one of the misshapen sofas in the sitting room. Across from you, Riddle's smile is strained and you even catch his eye twitching, but he remains seated. "But basically, not everyone can remember the memories of their past lives. Guess you can say that kinda makes us special."

Leona sighed, heavy and weary. He leaned over and skewered a piece of meat from the tray on the table with a claw.

"Makes for a special pain in the ass, if you ask me."

Leona nonchalantly popped the piece of meat into his mouth, unphased by the stern gaze Riddle had trained on him. All this "reincarnation" stuff was making your head spin, but if you understood it correctly, then you might be right to assume that these two (and maybe even the others they mentioned?) had some beef that went back to way before everyone in this room had been born. Riddle's eyes seemed to hold distaste beyond Leona disrespecting basic rules and etiquette and a curious (read: nosy) part of you was intrigued to know the source for it.

"As Leona had said," Riddle continued, his eyes lingering on Leona before settling on you as he faced you, "The ability to recall past lives isn't widespread. While we may encounter people who used to be affiliated with us once upon a time, fellow inheritors are set apart from others."

"So you and Leona are different from everyone else, and because of that you know that each other is different?" you mused, the gears turning in your head as you put this information together in between finger snacks.

The corner of Riddle's mouth lifted slightly and he nodded.

"Correct. Our own inheritor status allows us to identify fellow inheritors. It's how we're able to consistently be associated in other lifetimes."

"Unfortunately," Leona grumbled.

"You mentioned sensing my "essence" earlier," you said thoughtfully. "That's how you do it?"

Riddle nodded again.

"Leona can feel it too."

"Yeah." The lion man—beastman, you think Riddle had called him—yawned, stretching out over the sofa and settling his chin on the back of his hands like a lazy housecat. He peeked at you out of one eye as he continued, "I can feel your essence too, clear as day, but Riddle's sayin' you can't feel us or even remember us."

You shook your head helplessly and Leona grunted, closing his eyes as his pretty features twisted up in a scowl.

"Figures," he growled. "Tamer up and takes off without warning and when they show up again their inheritor doesn't know shit."

It was obvious that Leona was mad at you, and you can do nothing but shift in your seat awkwardly. Riddle was unexpectedly more level headed, but even his own expression was one of dismay and disappointment. You suddenly felt very put on the spot, and you hadn't even done anything! But you guess you technically did in a past life? Regardless, whether or not you did, it shouldn't mean you'd have to deal with all these problems that past-you left behind! You didn't sign up for this!

All you'd wanted to do was get yourself a fancy antique, not... whatever all this is.

Riddle suddenly spoke up, drawing your attention back to him. Leona remained still and quietly seething, but you saw his ear flick in the corner of your vision.

"There's no point in focusing on the drawbacks." There was resignation in Riddle's voice and a determination in his eyes. A part of you wanted to feel concerned for your own well-being, but another part of you also couldn't help but be stirred by his sudden resolve. "Tamer's inheritor may not remember their memories or be able to sense other inheritors, but we can sense them, can't we?"

A deep hum rumbled from Leona's throat. He stayed relaxed where he was, but the quirking of his ears conveyed his interest.

"True," the lion mumbled thoughtfully. "The herbivore doesn't remember us, but they're still an inheritor."

Slowly, his eyes drew open and he looked at you with a lidded gaze. Despite his casual, relaxed, drowsy air, his deep green eyes sparked with undeniable intellect you couldn't possibly fathom.

"Which means... we've got a chance."

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Grim's next breath of fire breaks off into sputters of blue flame when you suddenly pick him up off the bed.

"Fgna!! Unhand me, henchman!" The cat yowls as he squirms in your hold. Your fingers slip on his silky fur, but you re-adjust your grip and continue to try wrestle him into submission. "Yrow! Let me teach that jerk a lesson!"

The aforementioned jerk retreats from the bed and sighs with relief. His demeanor quickly shifts to one of triumph at Grim fighting against you (and losing).

"Serves ya right, you stupid cat!" Ace laughs. "That's what you get for trying to pick fights with me."

"Grrr, I'm not a..." Grim's retorts trail off into a low growl as you gently run your fingers through the fur at the top of his head. He stops squirming and lets you hold him, but his glare still promises Ace a crispy death. You face him yourself and your eyes immediately land on the heart-shaped collar around his neck.

"Says the guy who got collared because he messed with a "stupid cat"."

Ace sputters a surprised protest. Next to him, Deuce snickers, and he shoots the other squire a glare.

"Grim, when I asked Riddle to let you use your magic again, I didn't mean to burn our room down!" you admonish, but your fingers continue stroking through the wayward cat's fur.

"Mya... I was just tryin' to chase out these intruders!" Grim proclaims with puffed-up fur. "They were hangin' out in here when I got back. I thought this was our room!"

You're not sure when exactly you adopted a stray monster cat, but you find that you don't mind the declaration that this room is in fact yours and Grim's. You guess you're a cat parent now.

"Now that you mention it, what are you guys doing here?" You narrow a quizzical glare at the two boys and Deuce holds up his hands defensively.

"Don't look at me!" He points to Ace. "It was Ace's idea to come in here. I was just making sure he doesn't break any more rules or steals anything."

"Like I'm the one who needs a babysitter," Ace scoffs. Deuce's glare goes ignored as he continues, "Alright, listen; I wasn't tryin' to steal anything, alright?"

You raise your eyebrow skeptically.

"It's the truth!" he retorts quickly. "I was just looking for a place to get away from His Royal Bossiness and the door was unlocked—so I didn't break in!—and since you seem kinda important for whatever reason—" as he says this, his gaze flits over you searchingly and he seems curious but also unimpressed, "—I figured that he wouldn't look in here and bother you."

You tilt your head at him. You don't think Riddle and Leona have told anyone about your "inheritor" status. Since the moment you arrived at the castle, Riddle had been occupied drilling answers out of you and Leona had acted as if just talking about the matter with you and Riddle had taken every ounce of effort in him so you can't imagine him bothering to tell anyone, nor can you think of a reason he'd want to.

"What makes you say that?" If Ace could sense inheritors like Riddle and Leona, you think he'd have said something. You don't normally come off as someone very important in your opinion, and since Ace himself had seen you run out of the woods like a headless chicken just today and seems sceptical of his own deduction, you're curious. Was there always something about yourself that you'd missed?

Ace cocks an eyebrow as if you'd just asked something so blatantly obvious.

"Because Riddle acted all weird when you showed up this morning?" Next to him, Deuce nods thoughtfully in agreement. "And let's not forget that important and expensive-looking box you've got sitting over there."

Ace gestures with a tilt of his head and your gaze follows to—

Oh, that.

"This thing?" You cross the room to a study area where, sitting unassumingly on the study table, is a worn, wooden chest decorated with intricate designs. Grim's ears perk up and he hops onto the table's surface to investigate it more closely.

"Oh yeah, I was wonderin' about this too." Grim eyes the carvings curiously and paws the latch. "You were carrying this around when I ran into you in the forest earlier." His eyes light up and his tail stands up into the air. "Is there treasure in it?!"

"There's gotta be, right?" Deuce's voice is eager and hopeful as he approaches with Ace, his eyes brightening like Grim's. "With how it looks?"

"Yeah, whether or not it has anything inside, the box itself has gotta cost mega marks." Ace's grin has a scheming feel to it that you don't like. "You could probably even score a crazy deal if you gave it to Leona or Riddle."

"Huh? Why?" You pick up the chest and turn it over in your hands. It looks just as old and dusty as when you first saw it. "I found it just lying around in an antique shop. Nobody else wanted it, so I got it for free."

Both boys spring up in surprise and startle you.

"You got it for free ?!" Deuce exclaims. "Man, luckyyy."

"Yeah, that's nuts!" Ace adds hysterically. "Anyone with half a brain cell knows that Great Seven relics are worth a fortune . Museums and historians all over the world are always scrounging around for 'em and sometimes even the Seven's inheritors themselves are willing to pay good money to get their hands on their old stuff. No way you got that thing for free!"

"It even looks like it might've even been from the original Seven's time," Deuce muses, his eyes trained on the chest with deep interest. All you can do is continue looking between them cluelessly.

"I... don't really get it." You look down at the ancient object in your hands that had ensnared your companions' attention. "It's pretty, sure, but... it's just a box."

Deuce looks at you in disbelief while Ace exaggeratedly heaves an exhausted sigh.

"You really don't know anything, huh?" he says in a very put-upon way, earning him an unappreciative expression from you in response. "Look at the carvings on the chest."

You lift the chest to your eyes. Grim rises up on his hind legs to get a look himself. You trace your fingers carefully over the impressions in the wood where you can make out the most distinct shapes, just like you had what seemed like forever ago.

The chest had been tucked at the back of the shelf, hidden behind several other dusty, old-looking antiques. When you'd pulled it out and blew off the dust coating the top, the particles seemed to glitter in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Immediately, your eyes were caught by the detailed carvings on the chest. Following the dips and curves in the wood, chiseled with a precise practice and attention to detail you could never hope to comprehend, you manage to parse out the figures that'd been shaped so carefully:

The first of them was a queen donning a massive gown and a small crown. Next to her was a prowling lion etched with scars. Standing in front of it was what looked like a woman with curling tentacles for legs and bedside her, a tall man in a turban holding a staff styled to look like a snake. Beside them was a second queen, dressed in an impressive gown adorned with peacock feathers. Across from her stood a flaming robed man and finally, on the center of the chest; an elegant, horned woman with dragon wings.

"I bought that during an estate sale years ago," the store owner had said when he saw you looking at it. "It has all these characters on it but seems so much older than when these movies came out. I've never been able to get the lock on it open, though. If you can do it, you can have it and whatever's inside."

"See? It's the Great Seven." Ace points to each of the figures one-by-one. "Here's the Queen of Hearts. There's the King of Beasts, and then the Sea Witch, the Tactician of the Sands, the Fairest Queen, the King of the Underworld, and—"

"Ooh, I know, I know!" Grim hopped up and down excitedly. "The Thorny Fairy!"

"It's actually the Thorn Fairy," Ace corrects with a mocking grin. "But it looks like you've got a brain after all under all that fur."

Grim begins to growl at him, but you smooth down his anger and the hairs on his back with your hand.

"Anyways, yeah. A chest like this that has old magic on it has gotta have been important to the Seven in some way," Ace finishes. He looks at the chest more closely with a thoughtful expression.

"Too bad we can't open it," Deuce sighs. "I'd kill to know—"

Click.

You would've laughed at the way the boys' eyes were bulging out of their heads if you weren't so confused.

"What?"

"Wh— What do you mean, "What"?!" Ace screeches. "How did you just—?"

"Um, you just push it?" To emphasize your point, you click it closed and open it again. Deuce shakes his head in bewilderment.

"No way. That can't be it," he says in a befuddled tone. "It's an enchanted chest! It can't just..."

You shrug. "Dunno. That's just how it works." You reach inside the chest and pull out its sole contents. Or, well, content .

"Whoa." The boys gasp as you carefully place down a large, leather-bound book on the table. Keeping it closed is a single thick strap with its own latch.

"That definitely looks important." Ace leans over to pick up the book and get a closer look.

"Careful! It's really old," you say warily.

"Gotta wonder what's in...side..." He grunts as he pulls on the latch, but it doesn't give.

"Here, let me try." Deuce walks over to take the book from him, but Ace pulls it away.

"I've got it!" He continues to strain with the latch unsuccessfully as Deuce keeps reaching for it.

"You're not pulling hard enough!"

"Yeah I am!"

"Let it go, Ace!"

"No, you let go!"

"Hey, give my henchman back their book!" Grim yowls from the table, blue sparks jumping from between his bared teeth.

The boys continue to bicker as they grapple for the book, grabbing and pulling at it in an increasingly rough fashion. You heave a sigh and push between them, snatching the book out of their hands.

"What are you guys, 12?" The boys once again gape at you as you push down on the book's latch and, just like the chest's latch, it easily gives way beneath your thumb. You hand it back over with an eye roll, but you can't help the amused smile that's paired with it. "Seriously, you can cast magic spells but you can't work out simple physics?"

A slight hint of pink tints the boys' cheeks as Ace snatches the book back from you bashfully.

"It's not that! Maybe it's just... Maybe the book likes you, that's it!" Deuce says with such conviction that you're actually not sure if he means it or not. Ace snickers under his breath. He opens his mouth to say something, but his expression morphs to one of puzzlement. He flips a few of the book's yellowed pages, eyes glossing over the inked words completely before he speaks up,

"It's blank."

" What? " you say in a surprised gasp. Deuce leans over to look as you take the book back from Ace. You feel your entire body slacken at a release of tension you hadn't realised had even gathered in your limbs when you have the book in your hands again. You see for yourself that it was still filled with the scribbles of handwritten words as it had the last time you opened it. "Very funny. You really scared me for a bit there."

Ace, not for the first time that day, unabashedly looks at you like you're crazy.

"Huh? There's literally nothing there," he says again, his eyes flicking from the pages to you as you once more look at him with confusion.

Deuce lifts the pages to look at the ones beyond. "Yeah. It's completely blank, from what I can see."

"What?!"

This entire day, ever since you walked into this magical world, has been a bombardment of unfamiliarity and perplexity and questions one after the other, but you don't think you've felt as mystified as you do now—not even when you saw a walking, talking, fire-breathing cat.

Because, on the pages in your hands, right before your very eyes, are lines and lines of words and paragraphs, all together building coherent messages that in turn tell of the complex, captivating correspondence between two people within the now-yellowed pages of a single book.

"I..." you turn your head to look between Ace and Deuce. "Nothing?"

Deuce shakes his head while Ace shrugs.

"Nothing," the latter says.

"Myah?" Grim scampers across the floor and climbs up your legs onto your shoulders to get a look himself. You examine him closely as he peers at the pages with his wide blue eyes. He tilts his head, but unlike Ace and Deuce his eyes are focused when they look at the pages. "What're you two talking about?! There's a ton of words on there!"

The two squires exchange mirroring puzzled expressions before seeming to come to a sort of conclusion as they both look back down at the book with wonder.

"That solves it then," Ace says with finality. "This book's enchanted."

----

Enchanted. Well, at least you aren't crazy.

Your eyes travel over the collection of words etched into the paper; unassuming and unremarkable, except for maybe perhaps the unusual way the contents are written.

There are two writers. Not only is it said explicitly in the first pages that there are two writers, but also in the writing itself. The script in the book—written in the form of letters, as if the two people were talking to each other this way—has two distinct handwritings and speech styles. One of the writers was more formal and eloquent, their words written in a complex flowery cursive, while in contrast their correspondent's language was more callous and casual and their handwriting mirrored it; less perfect and more crude and uneven.

There was a strange sort of life in this book that you hadn't expected when you had first pulled it out of the chest. Initially, you had expected a sort of journal or historical record, which you're sure can be interesting, but what it actually possessed was something much more beyond your expectations, allowing you not only a glimpse into the long-forgotten lives of these two individuals, but also their friendship. There was just something so compelling about it; slowly learning the characters of and connection between these two old-timey pen pals that you couldn't have the privilege of being privy to otherwise.

And, apparently, you're being given the magical privilege of seeing.

You would never have known that the book was enchanted if Ace and Deuce hadn't looked at it. Now, beyond the lives of the two people tucked within its pages, you wonder what else it's hiding. Why is it enchanted? Why can't Ace and Deuce see it? Why can you and Grim see it?

Most importantly... what was it doing in an old antique shop in your magicless world?

You ponder these thoughts late into the night, even until Grim had gotten too tired to entertain your musings and had fallen asleep, curled up on one of the pillows. Ace and Deuce had long left, but not without convincing you to share the hidden contents of the book with them in the morning.

You'd gotten deep into reading after that, but as engrossing the conversations between the two writers were, you'd barely made a dent in the book's contents and there didn't seem to be a single clue in sight as to the magical properties of the book itself.

A powerful yawn forcing its way out of you finally compels you to look at the bedside clock. It reveals to you that it is in fact the ungodly hour of 1 AM and going into 2 AM.

"Shoot... I'm gonna die tomorrow, aren't I?" you murmur to yourself, remembering that the other inheritors were planning to take you somewhere to possibly resolve your little amnesia situation.

The smart thing to do would be to turn in, but just as you're about to close the book, the page underneath your right thumb suddenly folds inwards. Startled, you pull your hand back, and the book erupts into a cacophony of fluttering pages. Hundreds of pages and words bypass your vision in a blur until suddenly the flipping stops, leaving the book open on the surfaces of two empty pages near its end.

Except, it's not completely empty.

At the top of the left page, slowly etching itself into existence before your bewildered gaze, are words.

Like one of the writers', the writing is neat; the letters almost perfect imitations of each other, except with less swirls. Instead of a full essay of words though, the ghostly writing only forms a single sentence, but it still sends your mind whirling with thoughts.

Are you there?

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #twisted wonderland au #twst au #twst reader insert #matcha writes a bit #memory lane by me #Memory Lane Part 3

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The empty void awaits.

Hello! I am the author, and I would like to welcome you to my first (of many, hopefully) Q&A! The cast will arrive shortly, but in the meantime, let me introduce you to the host of my show! Meet, Creepy Eyes (or CE), one and only void cat (shown above), who will be acting as my face!

CE waves his tail.

If y’all have an issue with this introduction- don’t mention it- because cringe culture can kiss my ass! I write fanfiction, fuck you (not actually though, love you guys, /p)! Now, to give us some scenery-

A comfortable lobby appears.

And for the cast-

Fourteen skeletons appear, each turning, some confused and some on edge.

“Where in the world-”

“Hello! You are in the void, or more specifically, in my Q&A- building?- whatever, the details don’t matter. You are here to answer questions from the readers!”

“‘Readers?’”

“Readers! Don't question it. No existential crisis allowed! Just accept it.”

“And where is your voice even coming from?"

“Don't question the omnipotent presence either!”

“The hell kind of-”

“Alright! I’ll bless you all with full and complete knowledge of everything- that you need to know.”

The skeletons blink, and then look around at each other with mixed expressions of horror, disgust, and awe.

“Now, moving on-”

“Oh, sorry! But could I ask one question..?” UT Papyrus asks.

“Yes, you may."

“What’s your name?”

“You may call me Tea! Now, for introductions! Let’s begin with the Undertale brothers!”

The room darkens and two spotlights fall on UT Sans and Papyrus.

“This Sans will be called Classic, and Papyrus will be called Vanilla! Now, for the next pair! These two are from the Horrortale universe!”

Two spotlights fall on HT Sans and Papyrus. Sans glares up at the faceless voice, whereas Papyrus simply rubs his eye sockets.

“They will be called Axe and Pie!”

Introductions continue as usual.

“Alright, now that the boring stuff is through, let’s begin with the questions! Starting with…the dirty shit!”

“Huh?”

“Everybody sit!”

As soon as they do, mugs appear in their hands.

“What you have in your hands there is truth serum tea! It tastes great, and yes, you do have to drink it! All part of the fun, you know? No worries, none of y’all will remember this later!”

“Not concerning at all,” mutters Axe.

Currant just shrugs, “eh, I’m used to it.”

“Alright! Starting with group questions! Take it away, CE!”

CE produces a single notecard, and at the same time, the large TV in the lobby shows the question.

Q: When it comes to other things, fast and hard or slow and sensual?

There’s a round of coughing from a couple of the skeletons. Then, silence.

“Depends on the mood being set,” Currant says, and Wax nods his agreement.

“As much as I hate to agree with this asshole, yeah,” Red says. There are mutters of agreement and nods from everyone else.

CE produces a small stack of cards, and the next question appears on the screen.

Q: To Edge, Red, Blue, Stretch, Classic, and Vanilla: You're about to receive a bite on your collarbone. Gentle or hard?

“Wow. Seriously, who is asking these questions?” Edge asks, crossing his arms.

“As hard as they want it to be,” Red says with a wink, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, shut up,” Edge hisses at him, but Red just chuckles.

“Gentle?” Vanilla offers next.

“Yeah, same here,” Classic says.

“Ditto.” Stretch says.

“Hard!” Blue declares.

Edge looks away, his face turning whiter. “...gentle.”

To Edge, Red, Blue, Mutt, Rust, and Currant: If you get a chance to bite back, gentle or hard?

“Hard.” Currant says.

“Nobody asked,” Rust snaps.

Currant grins, raising a brow, “but didn’t they..?”

“Just shut the fuck up,” Rust growls, and Currant chuckles.

“Well,” Red says, taking the attention off the pair, “you already know my answer.”

Mutt shrugs, “I don’t mind making them squirm a little.”

“Same answer as before!” Blue replies.

“...gentle,” Edge says under his breath.

The attention falls on Rust, and he slowly turns white. “Hell if I know,” he growls, looking away, “hard, I guess.”

Q: Currant, Wax, Rust, Vulture, Red, Edge, Black, Axe, and Pie: You're being given a sensual kiss, but it can only be placed anywhere besides the face and neck, what spot do you choose?

Currant grins wide, but before he can say a single word, Rust interrupts.

“Ribs. And it’s the same for the bitch.” He glares at Currant as if to challenge him to argue. Currant just shrugs.

“Sure, I don’t care. They’ll end up where I want them eventually.”

“Also ribs,” Wax says. Pie and Axe nod in agreement.

“Spine, I suppose,” Black says. Vulture nods, his face slightly white.

“They may kiss my feet!” Edge declares, leaning back in his seat confidently. Red chuckles. “What’s that, oaf?”

“Nothin, boss,” Red snickers.

“Well, what about you then?” Edge spits. Red smirks, and Edge throws a boot at him, “nevermind! Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself!”

Q: Currant, Wax, Rust, Red, Edge, Mutt, Classic, Stretch, and Axe: What crazy place would you be willing to bang in if you were guaranteed not to get caught?

“But getting caught is half the fun,” Currant says immediately, “but…crazy places?" He grins, “a shed." Rust looks disgusted.

Stretch shrugs, “what are we counting as crazy here? A car? A public bathroom?”

“Anywhere with a door and a lock,” Axe says.

“Don’t see why we couldn’t keep it at home,” Classic says.

Mutt shrugs, “just about anywhere.” He smirks, “maybe in the woods.”

“Wherever my partner is comfortable with,” Wax says.

“Agreed,” Red says.

“I’m agreeing with the headcase,” Edge says, jabbing a finger in Axe’s direction.

“Yeah. Me too.” Rust says.

“Wonderful! Everyone is doing a great job! Now for the more personal questions!” Quite a few skeletons disappear, leaving only Currant, Axe, Wax, Black, Rust, Edge and Vulture.

Q: Currant and Axe, what song reminds you of your Y/N?

Currant looks thoughtful for a second, smiling just slightly, “maybe…Centuries, by Fall Out Boy.”

“I Like Me Better.” Axe answers curtly, side eyeing Currant.

“By Luav!”

Q: Currant, Rust and Axe, how far would you go to make sure your Y/N stayed with you?

“As far as I need to go," Currant says without hesitation, smiling.

Rust glances at him, disgust in his expression, and then looks away, seeming unsure, “I don't know.” He frowns, slightly.

Axe looks at the other two with nothing less than judgment. “...depends. If they’re leaving of their own accord, they have a reason. Who am I to stop them? But if someone was trying to take them?” He smiles, just slightly, "what is it you humans say? ‘I’d move heaven and Earth’?”

Q: What if someone strong staked a claim on your Y/N?

“How strong?" Rust asks. “I mean, I’m willing to get my hands dirty, but if you’re implying I have little chance of winning, I’m not getting dusted over a human.”

Currant just shrugs, “once again, I’d do whatever it took.” He grins, "if I can't beat them hand to hand, I’ll find another way.”

“‘Staked a claim’?” Axe echoes, eye sockets narrowing. "What kind of…” he shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, "well, they can have Y/N. Over my dust.” He glances away, "unless Y/N chose them.” His smile is slightly bitter, "then it doesn't really matter.”

The other two give him a look.

“Thank you, Axe! Enjoy your time off!” He flips off the air and disappears.

Q: Currunt and Rusty-

Currant’s brow raises, whereas Rust’s eye sockets narrow.

-what if your brother took your Y/N?

Currant’s smile widens, “he wouldn't. But, if he did,” he crosses his legs, “I’d make him regret it.”

Rust looks away, “...I don't know.”

Q: Cunt-runt and Crusty-

Currant doubles over, laughing, “c-cunt-runt? Where the fuck-?”

Rust just blinks. “Crusty?”

Currant laughs harder, “Crusty! Oh, I’m calling you that now!”

Rust glares at him, “I’ll fucking dust you.”

-what if your Y/N and brother were happy together and wanted to share their joy? Like, as a family, with the strongest of bonds. Your actions would not be held against you, as long as you tried to be better.

Currant scoffs, “happy together? What a fever dream.” His grin is slightly forced, “hell no.”

Rust pauses, looking down at the floor, “...happy? A family?” There’s a lapse of silence. “...yeah, I guess.” Sounds crazy as shit, though.

“Anddd, that’s it for the group questions! Everyone to their private rooms!” In a stutter, The room is suddenly much smaller and only Black is sitting on the single couch. “Good luck, Black!”

“Was that a threat?”

Q: First off, Black, how does it feel to know you’re the fan favorite when it comes to bullying a character with spicy situations?

“I’m…what?” He asks, turning white. “Why?” His eye sockets narrow, “if you’re mocking me-”

Q: Can you get back to me about the lap thing? I’ve been waiting for centuries!!

“No.”

Q: In the safety of your room, collar and leash, or handcuffs? Why? I need all of the details!!

He looks to the floor, “...collar. I prefer to have my hands free.”

Q: And, personal question, can you check my soul? I think it might have your name on it…but I don’t know…

His face flares bright white, “uh…”

Q: You're about to receive a bite on your collarbone. Gentle or long and hard? Bet you can’t handle the second choice…

He glares, “I can.” He tips his chin up, “but the first is my preference.”

Q: What would make you feel loved in a romantic relationship?

He pauses in honest thought, sipping his tea, “I suppose…” he stares into his mug for a moment, “physical affection?”

Q: How do you like to be kissed, Captain?

He flushes slightly, “...with warmth.”

“Thank you for your service, Captain! That’s all!”

“Finally,” he says, “I have very important things to attend to after all!”

“Of course.”

Black disappears, replaced with Edge.

“Welcome in, Edge! This shall be kept short!”

He scoffs slightly, “as it should.”

Q: Edge, Mutt told me you have no game; what's your best pickup line? Here, tell it to VBPS Y/N. I'll judge whether it was good or not.

VBPS Y/N appears in the room, looking bewildered. “Uh…”

“He said WHAT?” Edge shouts. He huffs slightly, “well.” He rolls his non-existent eyes and turns to Y/N. Begrudgingly, he takes their hand in his own and a slow blush spreads across his face, despite his stoney expression, “I’ve been made to believe this world is a cold place, but you-” he struggles, “make me believe in the warmth.”

Q: Ah hah, looks like they've fallen for it and are now asking for your hand in marriage in front of everyone in a grand display of affection. What do you do?

Y/N disappears.

“A simple no will suffice, I have no need for such indulgences!” Edge says with a dismissive wave.

“Damn right! Rock being single! Thank you for answering our questions!”

Edge disappears, replaced with Vulture, who looks around for a moment before settling down. CE pulls out the first card.

Q: Vulture, what if you had the opportunity to tell VBPS Y/N anything, but they would not remember it after three hours. What would you say?

He pauses, his expression unchanging despite the thoughts racing through his head.

“What is there to say?” He scoffs, shaking his head, “I suppose I would apologize. For all of the damage I caused, and all of the damage I did not save them from.”

Q: If you also had the opportunity to do things that VBPS Y/N would not remember after three hours? What things would you choose to do?

His brow furrows slightly. “I don’t see what I would need them to forget. But…” he sighs, “perhaps I would make them dinner? It doesn’t make up for anything, really. But…maybe it’d be a step in the right direction.”

Q: If VBPS Y/N was asked the same question and they said they would like for you to pick them up and take them to bed so they can nuzzle their cheek against yours for the next two hours and fifty-nine seconds, while laying on top of you, what do you say?

He shrugs, “I wouldn’t remember, so what does it matter?”

Q: If you were to catch your brother asleep, hugging Y/N, and purring really loudly, what would you think?

How adorable.

“That would be completely undignified and dangerous for both of them.” He says with a sip of his tea.

“A fair point! Now, onwards! Thank you, Vulture!”

He disappears, and Rust appears in his place.

“This time space shit is getting real fucking irritating,” he says.

“Noted!”

Q: Rust, would you rather drink one small shot of regular human alcohol or hug VBPS Y/N again for as long as you want, whenever you want?

“H-” he cuts himself off. “Shit. I mean, hu-” he growls, glaring at the mug in his hand, “this stupid fucking tea is strong shit, huh?”

Q: Rust, let’s pretend you’re a normal, stable, monster for a second,

He frowns. “Seriously?"

-what questions would you be interested in asking Y/N to learn more about them, as a friend?

There’s a long pause. “Maybe…what hobbies they have?”

Q: If you were to try and better yourself, where would you start?

“...I’d stop ignoring Papyrus.”

Q: If you were to find Y/N comfortable to hug, how much more likely would you say you'd find yourself hugging them again whenever you're completely wasted?

“I guess it's likely enough,” he says. “I tend to get a bit…soft, if I’m really drunk.”

Q: If you ran out of money to buy drinks from Grillby, what are some new things you would consider doing with your time that wouldn't cause pain to others?

He scoffs. “New things? What the fuck is there to do that's new in this hell hole? What am I supposed to say? Go for a fucking jog?”

Q: You realize the world hasn't ended after you were considerate with Y/N multiple times. How do you feel?

He glares. “I don’t need to be spoken down to.”

Q: Warm blanket or overnight cuddles with Y/N?

He barks a laugh, “Warm blanket. You don't torture people for months on end and then fall asleep next to them. Or else they’ll stab you in the back.” He pauses, glancing down at his hands, “...I would.” But you aren't me.

Q: Alcohol or hugs with Y/N, which makes you feel warmer and by how much?

He scoffs, “hugs. The embarrassment keeps me nice and fucking toasty.”

Q: What if you let yourself chill out at home but kept up your image whenever you were outside? Like you could play games and tell jokes or teach Y/N some cool tricks! You have a lot of time to just try stuff, anything, even you can admit that! I truly believe your brother and Y/N wouldn't judge you for it; they'd be more relieved than anything. It doesn't have to be anything big, you can start small! You're free to hurt anyone else who gets in your way outside, though. Give it a try, you're strong enough to take on any bad consequences you constantly imagine will happen anyways. And you're not alone.

His eye sockets narrow. “My ‘attitude’ isn’t just for appearances.” He grins mercilessly, “but, sure, I could try playing nice.”

“Now, now, Rust. No need to be snippy with the readers!”

“Shut the fuck up, disembodied voice.”

“I could actually make your life worse than it already is.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing~ have a wonderful day!”

Rust disappears, replaced with Wax.

“O-oh. Hi?” He addresses CE. The cat purrs in greeting before pulling out the first card.

Q: How would you describe your feelings for HLF Y/N?

He looks away, slightly frowning. “I guess…” he shakes his head, "I don't know. Sympathetic?”

Q: What's a memory that perfectly captures your relationship with HLF Y/N?

He laughs a little. “One memory, huh?” He glances away, “...once, near the beginning, I heard them crying in their room. I didn't do anything.” He smiles, but it’s a bitter, sarcastic thing, “I think that encapsulates our relationship perfectly.”

Q: When HLF Y/N was with you last, how did you guys spend your time together?

His expression grows dark, and he seems to consider something for a moment, “...I’d rather not answer that."

Q: What is your opinion on the relationship between Currant and HLF Y/N?

“I wish it had never begun." He responds softly. “I wish he’d never met them.” He laughs bitterly, “is that answer enough?"

Q: What is a recent regret you've had a hard time dealing with?

“How could I choose just one?" He asks, looking down at his hands, his voice wavering just slightly. He rubs his face, “I’m sorry. I need a moment.” He gets up and walks off.

“...Right! Well, we’ll continue his interview after Currant’s, since we’re on a tight schedule!”

Currant appears in the room. He easily relaxes into the couch, nodding to the cat on the desk. The cat’s whiskers twitch in greeting before he produces the next card.

Q: Currant, what actions have brought you the most delight?

“A little broad, don't you think?” He smiles, “well, not like I mind recounting them. Raising Papyrus is probably somewhere on that list. Putting bone through Undyne's head. Dusting Alphys. Taking home my kitten. Training it…”

Q: How would your enemies describe you?

“Ruthless," comes his simple answer.

Q: How would your victims describe you?

He smiles, "twisted. Tireless. Inhumane.” He pauses, "but that last one’s a given, isn't it? Anyway, I’m sure they would use stronger words.”

Q: I need advice, how would you deal with a slave that kept trying to run away?

He chuckles, “It's simple, really. Ever heard of learned helplessness?”

Q: If you could bring someone back to you again, whether they've left or died, why would you pick them?

His face goes slack. His expression is empty, but his eye keeps getting smaller. “Why?” He echoes, voice hollow. “Because I’m strong now. Because I want nothing more than to make him pay.”

Q: What were the exact thoughts running through your head when you saw VBPS Y/N?

Mine. No, not mine. Something else. But almost the same.

He smiles slowly, taking a long, deliberate, sip of his tea, “how much I’d like to taste its skin in my teeth.”

Q: How would you describe Wax's relationship with HLF Y/N?

“There isn't one." He says. “I made sure of that.” He pauses, “nothing substantial, anyway."

Q: How would you describe your own relationship with HLF Y/N?

He smiles, “relationship? I suppose the closest I can think of is a dog with its prized toy.” His head tilts, his eye dilating just slightly, “I don’t often side with dogs, but at least we agree that the best way to enjoy a toy is by tearing it to shreds.”

Q: If you could pick between reverting your world to the state it was in prior to the core shutting down or HLF Y/N never leaving you, which would you choose?

He blinks, caught off guard. “I…” he shakes his head, regaining his composure, “of course I’d-” he struggles silently. “...I’d…” His breathing is uneven as he stares down into his mug, “I think I’d choose…” he sighs, then smiles, “no, I wouldn't go back. I’m not the same monster I was. I’m glad I’m different now. I was weak before. But now I finally get it.” He sits straighter, confident, "I’d choose my kitten. I always will.”

Q: Why have you chosen to hurt someone who is defenseless and weak against you, never had a shred of malice that would rival yours, and isn't even a monster?

He grins wide, his eye pulsing slightly in its socket. “Because it’s fun.” His grin slips, just slightly, “almost cathartic, really.”

Q: What is your way of showing someone you care?

He smiles, “it’s been a while since I’ve done that. But, I guess…being there for them?" He shrugs, “quality time is all I have to offer. And believe me, company is priceless.”

Q: People call you possessive, what actions have you taken that best warrant that label?

“Some people, huh?” Currant asks, with a look directed at CE. The cat shrugs- as much as a cat can. Currant smiles, “well, plenty. Not letting my kitten out would be a good example, I suppose. But it’s better off inside, anyway.”

Q: If you were absolutely alone in the world and could only bring one source of entertainment with you, what would you pick?

Currant laughs a little, “can’t you see? I already am. And I already made my choice.” He leans back in his chair, "my kitten is all the entertainment I need.”

Q: If your slave were to successfully leave and stay hidden no matter how hard you looked, how would you proceed with the issue?

“Nothing stays hidden,” he says confidently, “but, if it did…well, what’s to be done? I suppose I’d just move on.”

Q: Imagine your slave is living a happy life without you, why would you ever consider ruining it, asshole?

He smirks, “why wouldn’t I? I don't care how it feels. It's mine. What other reason do I need?”

Q: If you had to worry about anyone bad getting you/hurting you in your world, who would it be? Like who's at the top of the watch out list? Could be a past or present thing.

He sips his tea as he considers the question. “My father. I don't know if I could dust him, even now.” He pauses, grinning, “but he’s gone now." He gets a faraway look.

Q: Hey Currant, what do you think about taking VBPS Y/N away from Rust before he kills them? I wouldn't put it past that guy. He'd probably lose control or something and then boom...they're shattered before he realizes it. Nch, if you don't move quickly, you'll lose out on your entertainment ya know. Then it'll be on you.

“Eh, I doubt he would.” He says, peering into his mug with disinterest, “but if I thought he was pissed off enough, I’d step in. No sense in wasting a prize.”

“And that’s it!”

Currant tuts slightly, “boo.”

“Begone!”

Currant disappears, and Wax reenters, holding a fresh cup of warm tea. Just as soon as he’s settled on the couch, CE puts up the next question. Wax ends up spilling some of the tea on his lap at the sight, though he doesn’t react to the heat.

Q: Wax, how would you feel if VBPS Y/N were to die in your arms?

“If- uh-” he shakes his head, lifting the mug to his face to sip the tea, “I…Asgore…” he sucks in a breath, “not…good. That’s for sure.”

Q: What's one major thing/situation you've had to prepare yourself for since you were a child? To make things clearer, some people say it's kill or be killed, but what did you have to be weary of?

He looks contemplative for a moment, “Maybe…Sans’s triggers? He used to rely on me for a safeguard. If I wasn't ready…” he shudders a little, “well, it wasn't pretty."

Q: What's one memory that perfectly captures when the dynamic between you and your brother changed?

“I guess…the day after he lost his eye, when he…didn't acknowledge my eye socket. I wasn't…well, I wasn't surprised when he panicked after they attacked him. I forgave him for injuring me. But when he…when he didn't apologize, I suppose that’s what tipped me off.”

“Recommended song is Drifting by On and On.”

“What?” Wax asks.

“Nothin at all! Thank you for answering our questions, Wax! Have a wonderful rest of your evening!”

“...you too.”

He disappears.

…

Haha! And that’s all folks! Hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for the questions! I hope they were answered to your liking! I- I mean- the characters (cough)- truly enjoyed answering every single one! The good, the bad, and the dirty ;) jk, none of them were bad.

#Q&A time #all of the skeletons #penny for your thoughts #do you wish to see more Q&As?

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ponds-of-ink · 5 months

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Hypothetical FNAF World 2 Scene: “A Figure’s Ramble”

Got inspired by @pastelpink13’s idea of actually creating a monologue scene for Scraptrap. So, here’s a little writing warmup before I get ready for the big NaNoWrimo session.

Also, all other characters have been made vague on purpose. Mainly because of FNAF World’s pretty hefty roster, really.

The four travelers navigated the long alleyway. Their leader guided the others, offering some words of encouragement to those more skittish. And that uneasiness was understandable, due to the grunge and the overall terrifying atmosphere it gave off. Almost as if it was an outdoor lair for some madcap loner to call home. A home said madcap loner would be very easy to protect, maybe.

Despite this, the four pressed on. “We should be close to our next boss battle,” the leader commented, holding out some list on a yellowed sheet of paper. “After that, we’ll be moving on to Downtown!“

A rattling sound caused the quartet to halt. They looked in the direction of the noise, spotting an empty trashcan knocked over. As they passed questions to each other, a heavily-dressed figure emerged from the shadows from the opposite wall. “You didn’t think your trip would be that easy, did you?” it asked in a hoarse voice.

The quartet looked at each other. To be honest, no one knew what to answer to that.

The leader stepped forward. “What do you want?” came the question. “We’re here to fight the mad scientist Dr. Scraptrap! Not some random creepy guy in a blue cloak!”

The figure chuckled darkly. “ I believe your assumptions are a bit misguided, brave one,” he sniggered, drawing himself up to full standing height. “Who’s to say that the one in the cloak isn’t the one you’re looking for?”

Again, the quartet looked to each other. “The guy might have a point,” quipped the toughest-looking one. “He does kinda sound like the one we’re looking for. Intimidating voice, pride as big as a house cat, an entrance that scares the pants off of any normal animatronic—“

“Then why is he wearing a cloak on top of his lab coat?” asked the most fashion-forward. “Wouldn’t he get too warm?”

“It beats having a bag over one’s head,” the rabbit cut in, alerting the group. “That’s one reason I can think of.”

“W-Why would you have a bag over your head?” asked the rookie in a quivering voice.

The rabbit assumed a more defensive stance. Its glowing pupils trembled. “You haven’t heard much about me, have you?” he questioned back, his tone dancing between pain and irritation.

All four party members nodded, this time in unison.

Scraptrap sighed darkly. “Then allow me to introduce myself properly,” he said, bowing low. “I am Doctor Scraptrap. Graduate of The University’s first-ever Mad Scientist Program and former bassist for the Salvage Gang. Alas, I am only renown for one thing in both achievements: my horrendous, mirror-shattering appearance.” He paused to re-adjust his cloak as he returned to his former position. “Never mind the accolades and breakthroughs done for animatronics and specters alike,” he continued in a sorrowful, melodramatic fashion. “Never-mind the band-impressing riffs on my trusted bass guitar, aiding in creating the most locally-acclaimed tunes in this entire city! No! The only truly standout thing is having a face that shatters ten washroom mirrors in mere seconds! Seconds that I timed for someone else’s joke experiment!!” He gripped his head with his hand, letting out a seething hiss through his teeth.

One of the other members timidly joined the leader’s side. “Are…you okay?” was the obvious question that arose.

Scraptrap’s entire body shook. “I will be once I’m done with you,” he growled, forcing himself to return to his battle-ready stance. “Maybe The Big Boss will be so proud of me for wiping you out. So proud, if fact, that the nickname ‘Peanut-Head’ will be erased from this wretched city’s lexicon in a matter of hours!”

The quartet shared one last exchange of expressions. All of them prepared their weapons. “As much as we’d like to help you out, we can’t let your boss win,” the leader explained after powering up. “You’re going down, Doctor.”

“So be it!” Scraptrap laughed manically. “Let’s have this gruesome face be the last thing you group of heroes will ever see!”

And so, the battle began.

#scraptrap #fnaf world 2 #dr scraptrap #fnaf fandom #writing warm up #I really want to write an aftermath now #but I dunno if I have time yet #we’ll see

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theficblog · 2 years

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ODD LOVE

LEE MINHO

Summary: High societies are boring, thanks to Minho you could at least have a little fun amidst the dullness, after all, he's just another friend.

Genre: Suggestive + Fluff + Rich kids AU + Friends to lovers

Wordcount: 955

Warnings: Suggestive + Language

"Mom, till when do I have to be here and act like Elsa?" You sighed as you toyed with your white gold Harry Winston.

"Shh!" Your mother hushed you up like she would any other time. "Mrs. Hong! It's been a while!" She held her arms open gently as she elegantly brushed her cheeks with the other lady.

You let out a silent chuckle. Deep down everyone present in the room knew how fake these interactions were but yet none failed to comply with the laws of the high societies.

This was boring.

The clinking of the champagne glasses, the bragging about the sons, the prices of the pearls and diamonds, everything was boring.

You digested the fact that the whole night is going to get wasted and that chucking more champagne was a way better idea.

At times like these, even the lines of the palms seemed intriguing. You focused on tracing your fingers on your palm in a pattern only until the room started to fill up with more whispers and gasps.

You tilted to your neck to see what kind of Greek god was stepping out for the people to give this a big reaction.

It turned out it was Minho. Okay, maybe it was not boring anymore.

The young man was dressed up in head-to-toe designer brands. The wine-red Brioni tux, wrist studded with Rolex and expensive leather shoes, so shiny one could see their face on them. Those cold, dark eyes paired with that little smirk on his lips made his aura glow like diamonds.

"Oh my god, Minho is here!" "The last time I knew, he was still single."

Young women never ceased with whisper-toned comments as they glued their eyeballs to his figure, he was indeed hot.

"Hi oddball!" Minho bit his lip and stood before you after a good forty minutes or so when his fan wave went a bit quieter.

Oddball. The nickname he gave you when you were seven.

"Yeah, the oddball that doesn't fangirl over you, Meanie."

Meanie, you probably gave this name to him around the same time as an act of revenge, even though he was anything but.

"How long have you been here already?" Minho stuffed his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he raised his shoulders.

"Maybe for two hours now."

"Two hours of acting? Or were you waiting for me to show up?" Continuing the conversation, he teasingly questioned, playing with his earring.

"Ew. Fuck you." Your eyebrows pulled down and your nose wrinkled.

"Right now. Right here?" He ceased his hand movements as his eyes got wider and yet another smirk took over his cat-like face.

"You're not as good in bed as you think. Let me make it clear." Your words left him speechless, he tried to open his mouth but could not. He was embarrassed, but you knew he would never take this never-ending banter seriously.

"Ahh" Minho hissed when you bit his lower lip, causing his mouth to open wide, providing you with the entrance.

The jazz music from the outside could still be heard through the bathroom doors, but it was to be soon muted for the two of you who only focused on earning more whimpers and moans from each other.

"We're so good at sneaking out like this." He growled, running his fingers through your hair. By now his upper body was naked. The exorbitant blazer was thrown away on the floor, leaving him only with his silvery shimmering neck chain and timepiece.

"Let me show you how it's done right." You whispered against his ear, placing the tip of your finger on the zip of his pants. His body shook from the tingling.

"That was so filthy" "They'd be looking for us."

The two of you voiced at the same time.

"Let them, they don't care about us anyways. Anyone could be as precious to them, they just have to be their offsprings and heirs." Minho went on to put his arm behind your neck, allowing you to rest your back that was pressed against the car door, more comfortably.

You both sat on the floor in the basement after what was one wild session of sex. Yet it was not awkward, for it was never the first time.

Were you dating? Were you just friends or fuckbuddies? There appeared to be no clear answer to this.

"Are you okay?" He questioned. "Come on, I could handle much-"

"I meant are you doing okay generally, you pervert. Aren't you bored of this life?" He cut you off.

"Oh. Well. Yeah. A hundred fucking per cent." You continued. "Let's run away and build a mud cabin on some land near the woods."

"Then we'd have to live together." He spoke and dusted off his pants.

"That's what I mean." You held his hand that was hung above your arms.

"I think I love you, Minho." There you said those words, staring deep into his eyes.

"What? Really?" A grin took over his face before he quickly changed it into an astonished one.

"Don't you love me back?" You asked, perplexed by his reaction.

"Of course I love you. You're like a sibling to me!" He nodded.

"That's not what Jisung told me." You got out of his grip and sat again.

"Plus, siblings don't do this." The next moment you were straddling him.

"Incest." He giggled as he threw his head back.

"Minho!" You smacked his arm.

"I could've confessed in a much better way. You ruined my plan." He brought his hands to wrap around your waist.

"Oh god, not this meanie again."

"Oh god, not his oddball again." He mocked you, before pulling you closer into his arms.

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thatcrazycrowgirl · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday Tag Game

Soooo, @nemo-of-house-hamartia had tagged me back in January, but I didn’t really have anything to share at the time. However, now I do and I felt like sharing it!

Earlier today, I kind of got caught up in some old game about being locked in an abandoned museum overnight, and inspiration ran away with me, as it was something I could easily see my Syndicate OC, Magnolia, being caught up in, thanks to taking on a dare from her rival - so these little tidbits (they take place at different parts of the story, but I wanted to share both for context) were born! (And yes, of course Jacob gets caught up in the shenanigans too. haha) So, this is more of a fun, little “side adventure”, rather than anything tied to the overall main plot of my AU. To whomever reads this, I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Tagging: @nemo-of-house-hamartia (yes, I’m tagging you back, haha), @susann-noir, @havatnah, @straight-into-the-animus, @kiatheinsomniac

"Don't forget, Miss Magnolia - you agreed to this," one of Hortensia's friends reminded with a smirk as Hortensia clicked the key in the gate's padlock, securing it.

"Enjoy your time in there," the smaller, raven-haired girl sneered, jangling the old keys in the air. "We'll be back for you at dawn."

Magnolia gripped the thick, iron bars and leaned her face between them, coming nearly nose-to-nose with her taunter. "You better," she insisted, her voice resembling the low growl of a cat, "because if I die and my body is never found, you're the first one I'm coming to haunt."

Hortensia's dark eyes widened, and silently, she considered how grateful she was that there was a locked gate in-between her and the threatening blonde with the piercing gaze that echoed the flickering, deep blue center of a searing-hot flame.

(Much, much later…inside the museum)

A shadowy figure slipped out in front of Magnolia, near-silent, and she barely had time to react.

The stranger clapped a hand over her mouth, cutting short her shriek. "Shhshhshh! It's alright, luv! It's just me!" he tried to soothe, his low, gravelly voice tipping off the young woman to who exactly it was. His face now in view of the candlelight, Magnolia's body relaxed a bit as he removed his hand.

"Good God, Jacob!" she hissed loudly. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"On the contrary, I happened to be in this part of the city - and upon hearing about you being in here, I came to see if you were alright."

In any other situation, the young woman might've been touched by the thoughtful action, but at the moment, she was still too on edge. "How did you even get in here, anyway?" she instead insisted on knowing.

He smirked and leaned in somewhat. "I'm not sure we know each other well enough for me to share all of my secrets," he teased.

Magnolia’s expression flattened with annoyance.

Jacob, on the other hand, turned curious himself. "But what of you? How did you end up in this place? I thought it had been closed to the public."

The young woman looked away with an embarrassed blush. "Came on a dare," she mumbled. "And kind of…allowed myself to be locked in here…all night…"

Jacob's eyebrows sprung up. "Alone?"

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still a bit sheepish. "Umm…yeah."

"Do your parents know you're here?"

"Umm…no."

His eyes opened wide. "You planned all this without telling them?!" He sounded unusually alarmed.

"Don't be a hypocrite, Jacob," she chided, now fully looking at him. "You would've done the same."

"Well, that's a different story; first off, my parents are dead–"

"Don't split hairs–"

"I'm not splitting hairs!"

#ngl it felt good to be writing for these two again; especially Jacob #I think I missed it more than I realized #Jacob Frye x OC #AC OC: Magnolia #my ac writings

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miyaagis · 3 years

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˖ 🕷️ ˖˙ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 ｜ 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

hybrids / kuroo tetsurō

you should've known better than to leave your tall and playful hybrid locked at home

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+ word c. 736

+ warnings. cat hybrid kuroo, breeding, vag penetration, possessiveness, hurt/comfort ? (barely)

"i'm so sorry!"

the entire house was dark, not even a single lamp on when you made your way inside after a long day. you wondered if kuroo had fallen asleep, knowing he could've easily turned the lights on.

but you had told him you wouldn't take long, that you would spend the entire day with him; a lie, he thought. and kuroo was petty like that.

"you stink," his tone came from the left, cold and sharp while amber eyes gleamed thanks to the moonlight, "where were you?"

"i ran into an old friend! it wasn't my plan to take that long."

you made your way to the living room where he sat in the dark, you could tell he wasn't happy so, naturally, you tried to cheer him up by grooming his hair just as he liked. he refused to meet your eyes once you were finally standing in front of him, so in order to catch his attention, you lifted a hand to pet his hair.

"hey, why don't we– kuroo!"

you jumped back when he hissed at you, pushing your touch away from him with a harsh shove and scratching your skin with his nails in the process.

it wasn't on purpose, his instincts and hurt kicked in before he could think twice; but when he heard the way you had called him, his heart dropped as he realized he had fucked up.

you never called him by his last name, it was always 'tetsu' or one of the many pet names you had for him.

"wait, i… fuck. i didn't mean to do that," the bitterness was gone and worry took its place, "you don't stink, i just didn't like not knowing where you were. i thought something bad happened to you."

you allowed him to cup your cheeks, lifting your face so you could see him flatten his ears and the genuine regret in his eyes.

"kiss?"

and just like that, you were putty in his hands.

his kiss started soft and gentle, however, his hold on your hips was strong. he quickly grew impatient and began to kiss your neck, marking and sucking the soft skin as he slowly rutted his growing erection against you.

"tetsu…"

"mine," he growled against your neck, licking a stripe up to your ear and biting your earlobe, "you're fucking mine, your body belongs to me."

between the kissing and groping, you made it to your bed where he immediately caged you between the mattress and his body. no words were needed to convey how badly you needed each other, clothes disappearing until you were left naked under his weight.

kuroo held his length with one hand, coating the tip with your juices as he ran it between your wet lips.

"stop teasin', need you, please."

after latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, he finally moved past your puffy lips and buried his cock inside of you.

"so warm…" his throaty groans went straight to your core, making you clamp around him, "wanna fill you with my cum so bad."

"yes, want your cum!"

your pussy drooled all over his cock, obscene sounds coming from the steady movements of your bodies. he took turns between going fast and then slowing down, edging the both of you until your cream covered his entire length and leaked down to your bedsheets.

"tetsu, wanna cum. please, please!" you sobbed as you felt the warmth disappear again, needing nothing more but to feel the familiar bliss of an orgasm.

kuroo knew his cock was raw and aching as he too wanted nothing more than to release his seed inside, "s'okay, baby. you can cum now," his pace quickened and his public bone hit your clit, providing enough pressure to make you cum.

with a broken scream, you creamed and squirted around his cock, trembling at the force of your orgasm while he kept thrusting into you.

"my pussy, mine, full of my cum and my babies," he babbled as his cock twitched when your walls became tighter, his cum filling you up.

kuroo groaned when he saw the thick ring of cum around the base of his cock, noticing he was still hard and ready to empty another load into your cunt.

his tail swished behind him, his fangs grazing your nipple as he entered your tender walls again.

"sorry, baby. but you're not full enough."

#skyetober.21 #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader smut #tw.hybrids #tw.breeding #kuroo.xo #hq.xo

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Victorian DILF Brahms x Female Reader

Series: Don't forget who you belong to.

Chapter 2 - Give me your answer, do

Underthecut - NSFW, Male Masturbation, Oral - Male Receiving.

Brahms sat idly in his living room, leaning back in his large leather recliner. Feet shuffling along the Egyptian carpet, thumbs twiddling as he hums Daisy Bell by Harry Dacre,

"I'm half crazy, all for the love of you." He smiles as he thinks of her. How her hair shines in the sun, like a halo above her head. Her eyes sparkling whenever she laughs, how the corner of her eyes crinkles ever so slightly. How her smile makes his heart skip a beat.

Brahms sucks in a breath, his hum-singing continues, "There are bright lights the dazzling eyes of beautiful Daisy Bell." He sits up straight, eyes on the unlit fireplace, the gold gate held an ornate Chinese dog welded on the front. He looks above the fireplace to the mantel, the rows of photos in their ash wood frames.

His face is stern as he glances at a particular photo. He, a half-smile as his hand rests on his son's shoulder. Lawrence when he was a boy of eight. Lawrence's other shoulder had a delicate white hand upon it. Gerti, her lips dark with her favourite shade of lipstick, her slight freckles littered her face, her silky blonde hair up in a beautiful age-appropriate bun.

His hum-singing fades as he continues to stare, the family photo, the family in the photo appearing as sharp and elegant as their social standing. That day, Gerti had scolded him all morning, her eyes wide and glossy, her alabaster skin held a blue and yellow hue under her eyes. Her fingers were cold and clammy.

"For the love of everything, Brahms, hurry for once." Brahms flinches as he can still hear her screeching, "Lawrence, get the cat's paw out of your mouth and stop pulling its tail!" He chuckles,

"I miss that cat," Brahms laughs to himself. Never one for pets but how that scraggly little beast could make his son laugh in the most jovial way, warmed him greatly.

His amused grin falls as his eyes lock with Gerti's. Grabbing the photo, his thumb ghosts over her image, remembering how once soft her skin was. His stomach churns as a chill seeps into his bones, shaking him in his spot.

He places the family photo back on the mantle, right next to a photo of her. Her hands grasping each other, face tilted slightly, a timid smile upon her face. "Sir, I don't need my photo taken!"

"Y/n, as my employee of a year, you are practically family." Brahms let out a shaky breath as his mind replays the conversation. "And you may call me, Brahms. You address Gerti by her full name."

"Gerti and are intimate in ways that have allowed us to be close."

"Pray tell may I watch these intimate moments?" His cheeky reply had cost him an ear full from his wife when she had found out. Brahms still never understood why women used such charged words to describe a close friendship.

Brahms left the living room, a stirring in his gut had him heave. He wanted to call upon her for aid, 'Fetch me a water with some ice, and actually bring some black tea and one of our lemons from Italy.' he clears his throat at the thought of dryness being washed back by the cold refreshment.

He had given her a few hours a week for personal time. Free to be spent however she pleased. Ever since the death of his wife and Lawerence attending Rugby School for Boys she had more free time. Much to Brahms immense displeasure.

Brahms had taken to stalking her on her days off. Wanted to see what she got up to. Where she went and specifically with who. He would linger twenty feet behind, always darting behind stalls and other tall men to hide, he even took to wearing a coat that he kept hidden in hopes she would not recognize him further.

He stared in amazement at how well she helped an old lady onto the trolley all the while juggling her belongings, refusing a 'tip' "It's the nice thing to do." in reference to helping others.

His cheeks flushed whenever she stopped to smell the flowers, literally. A quaint smile as she turned down the offer for a free one from the vendor. She often stopped to sniff the white and yellow flowers. He had noticed Daisys were her favorite.

He seethed when one day you were stopped by a handsome Youngman, his tall lean frame stood confidently as his dark brown eyes held a softness as they looked down at you. He had overheard the name in a distinctly American accent, "Dan, yeah I'm studying medicine with my colleague, I'd introduce you but..." He hated that you always walked near the campus, hated all the young men eager, too eager to chat up a single young lady.

Dan had never gotten farther than chaste conversations and one quick feather-light kiss on her cheek.

Brahms wondered if he should up and move, just to be a little further away from the university, away from the young men, away from one of them stealing her away. She was his, he had just yet to convince her. Ask her, even bring it up in any conceivable way.

One occasion made the blood sear in his veins. He should have been more away, should have been more vigilant of this Dan fellow. He watched from a distance as Dan rounded the corner and collided with her. His tall body fell over hers, his hand had just managed to catch the back of her head, softening to the blow to the ground.

"Oh, God! I am so sorry!" Dan's eyes wide in shock, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

She laughed, "No, no, it's fine," Brahms gritted his teeth.

"No, it's not." Dan pulled himself and her up, his hand holding her in a firm grasp. "I am so sorry." He scratched the back of his head, his expression doleful.

"Accidents happen." She assured, grabbing his hand still wrapped around hers. " It's okay Dan."

"You remember me!" Dan's brown eyes lit up. A Radiant smile over his face as he stepped closer to her.

Brahms seethed as the scene played out before him. She smiled, he smiled. She laughed, he laughed. The words between the two began to fall effortlessly between them both.

He watched despondently. How she could let herself relax so easily in another man's presence. How her demeanor shifted around Dan. Those stiff shoulders eased themselves as Dan placed his hand on her shoulder and winked.

Brahms cursed, the university's chapel bell rang out. Every thunderous clang shot through Brahms. Every clang was a reminder he had another place to be. The dreaded desk in the dreaded little corner of his office.

He turned one last time, eyes watched as she smiled with a warmth he'd never seen, how she leaned into Dan as his smile shined bright.

Brahms walks up to his maid's room, thanking Gerti for installing a sense of comfort in Y/N as to never locking the door.

He jiggles the door handle, "Hm..." Again, "Weird," his eyes narrow, "Bloody thing is locked." He jostles the handle, "Bloody woman..."

Click

"Ah, there we are." He hums in approval as the door creaks open. Forever grateful for the previous owner teaching him how to easily unlock a door in the house without a key "Rickety ol' tings" Brahms mocked the man's heavy accent.

He inhales as he enters her room. The simple little abode warmed his heart. Her bed and the nightgown left upon it stirred his loins. He walks to the bed, grabs the nightgown, bringing it to his nose, he growls as he inhales, her natural scent lingered on the garment.

Brahms holds the garment in his teeth as he shucks off his pants, freeing his painfully erect cock. The thoughts whirl in his mind as he plops onto her bed, sighing with content as he sinks down into the mattress and a sneer as he grips his cock.

The same bed she slept, where when the night calls for it, he knew she'd sleep naked. "Fuck..." He growls through the nightgown, ripping it from his mouth to place it over his chest. Her bed, her bed where she no doubt has touched herself, even if briefly in a beautiful sinful manner.

Does she shy away as she dipped those delicate little fingers into her dripping pussy? Does she bite her cheek to stifle her pitchy moans when that jolt of pleasure shot through her?

Brahms collects some spit in his large hand, sucking in a breath as his cold spit touches his cock. His hand pumps eagerly around his thick member, a low groan as the image of her crawling up to him floods his mind. He sighs as he pictures it as her hand gripping him, gasping at how large it is,

"Brahms, my fingers can't even wrap around it!"

"That's okay, love, use those pretty little lips and that wet little tongue to help you."

"What if my make-up smears?"

"Oh, love, that's what I want." Brahms throws his head back, thumb circling his swollen head, picturing it as her delicate wet little tongue. He grips himself harder as he swears he can feel her lips wrap around his cock.

His low groans and breathy moans fill her little room, her name falling from his lips, "So beautiful, Y/N. My love, so perfect, mhm, yes, further down your throat, moaning around it."

Brahms breathing hitches as he pictures her, clawing at his chest as tears prick the corner of her eyes, "I'm a little nervous," She says as she rubs her glistening pussy, inches over his leaking cock.

"You got this, my love." Brahms keens,

"Will it fit, Brahms?..." She bites her lip, a hand groping her beautiful chest.

"My love, just relax, I have you." He pictures gripping her hip to ease her down onto him, gripping his cock as he imagines her warm pussy gripping him.

Audible slaps from the fisting of his cock, mixing with his now desperate pleas and moans fill her room. She's on top of him, her chest flushed against his, she's commenting on how she loves the feel of his hairy chest, praised-filled moans as she comments on his pecs flexing under her.

Brahms bucks his hips into his hand, "Hold you close." He moans as he pictures rolling on top of her, her legs wrapping around his lower half, arms pulling him in close, whispering in his ear,

"Brahms cum in me, cum in me, make me yours." He grips squeeze around his cock, imaging it's her pussy clenching around him, "I love you, Brahms."

He hisses as his body shakes, muscles flexing, toes curling as he snarls out his release. The image of her accepting his seed sends heat washing over him. His cock pulses in his grip, his cum spraying over her nightgown, the remaining spilling down his fingers and cock.

His temples pulse, his ears ringing. His toes unfurling as his legs ceased in their shakes. He squeezes his cock a few more times, hearing her breathlessly thanking him, "It's so warm in me. Thank you, Brahms." He swears he can feel her nuzzling into his chest as if she was there.

Brahms coughs as he sits up, shaking his head as he gingerly throws his legs over the side, placing his feet on the door. The nightgown falls over his cock. He snorts, using it to clean himself. He stands up, placing the nightgown where he had found it. A wicked and mischievous grin spreads over his face at the thought of her wearing his spent at night.

He grunts as he retrieves his trousers, pulling them up in haste, tucking his chub back in. A content sigh as he eyes the bed and nightgown. She wouldn't be sleeping alone for much longer.

Brahms snaps his attention to the trill of his front doorbell. He clicks his tongue as he makes haste to the door. He debates on if he has time to properly clean his hand, decides to just wear a fancy white-glove he leaves, conveniently, near the front door instead.

"Coming! My Maid is out currently," He sucks in a breath as he pulls a glove over his right hand, he cocks his head quickly before opening the door. "Sorry, it'd have been answered sooner...who are you?"

Brahms stared down at the short man before him. His brown hair combed expertly to the side, his brows immaculate under his thick glasses. He wore a glowering expression, his lips in a tight line.

The man clears his throat, "Herbert, Herbert West." Brahms makes note of his American accent, "I believe this paper is for the lady of this residence." Herbert whips the paper in front of him, his expression changing to say "Well, hurry and take it!"

"Mr. West."

"Herbert."

"Herbert, If by Lady you mean, Gerti? She passed awa-"

"I don't mean your dead wife."

Brahms's eyes narrow at Herbert. He opens his mouth the speak.

"I mean, Y/n. She is the only lady living here. So Dan tells me."

Brahms's jaw slackens, "Dan." He says more to himself.

"Yes, it's an invitation to a formal at the university. He already invited her. Just wanted to make sure she got all the details, it's all there on the paper." Herbert whips it again in front of Brahms.

Brahms yanks the paper from Herbert, eyes scanning it wildly.

University of London

Residents of Handel Mansions we formally invite you to bring along the most beautiful dame for the start of our fall formal.

September 28th, 1900

Entrance fee 1 pound, with a beautiful dame on your arm the fee is waved.

Brahms stares back at Herbert who pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Well," Herbert begins, "I figured be best to drop it off for Dan. He's been awfully busy." He flashes a smile to Brahms as he turns, "Dan also says to let Y/n know he wishes her luck at her new job on Robitaille's farm." He turns back around to Brahms, "Oh, it was nice meeting you, Mr.?"

Brahms pauses, clearing his throat, "Brahms Heelshire."

Herbert clicks his tongue, "I knew that." He walks down the stairs, a pep in his step, "Was nice meeting you Mr. Heelshire."

Brahms stares at the short man walking away, nodding to a man walking past. He turns back around, slamming the door behind in, the frame shook.

He stares down at the paper, eyes reading it over and over again. "A formal." He starts, "That Dan..." His breath catches in his chest, "A job?" he questions aloud.

He collapses against his door, slumping over as he crunches the paper in his hands. His thoughts raced to her, cursing himself for not intervening that day she ran into Dan. Wishing he just took the reprimand from his employer and raced in to shove Dan away from you. Creating some fantastical lie as to why he was suddenly there.

Brahms's thoughts slip to his son. Lawrence, his green eyes shine whenever he and Y/n play. He hugs her like he did his mother. How y/n always promises to play with him, tuck him at night. How were you going to tuck him in if you were to be away? How were you going to be there to kiss his little cheek as he falls asleep?

"How are you going to be there for me?"

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