#nigh raven college

[routeless-writer]

nsfw below cut. (cw: bimbo yuu, implied fem yuu/no pronouns, dubcon probably, implied dumbification?, i think? idk i didn't feel like writing an entire sex scene, if y'all are good little followers and ask fuckin nicely you'll get a part two ig.)

in love with the idea of being like. bimbocore. around riddle mcfucking rosehearts. do you even understand okay okay okay shuddup

riddle fucking hates you at first. not like, hates you hates you, but you're the antithesis of everything he was raised to be: smart, talented, modest, gentlemanly and polite. but you? you're ditzy, your grades are horrendous, you're immodest and vulgar, and you're still fucking insanely hot. that's what he hates. he hates that you're still able to capture his heart, and make his whole body flush.

he hates the way you practically hop into his lap any chance you get. how you dress so far out of the bounds of the uniform it's not even funny. that skirt cannot be up to dress code regulations! and for seven's sake, button up your shirt. it's distracting...

the way you lick pastry cream from your lips or fingers at every unbirthday party, staring at him. he knows you know what you're doing him. the dumb little giggles you let out when he lectures you.

"just because you're not from this universe doesn't mean you can skim by in class. you need to be tutored, prefect! as a housewarden, you cannot fail! being pretty doesn't guarantee you a career."

"heheh, you think i'm pretty?~" you reply in that same sing-song voice every time. the same voice you call his name with, hugging him close to your tits, where he can smell your overly-sweet perfume, and sevens what he wouldn't give to stay there.

he's made up his mind. he's had enough of your teasing, your flirty bedroom eyes from across the lecture hall, the way your hands brush against his face and arms so casually, the way he just cannot look you in the eyes for too long without feeling the blood in his brain shoot somewhere-fucking-else. you're flunking. as a prefect of night raven college, he can't let this slide. you could get expelled, and then where would you go? he's sitting you down for a tutoring session.

a tutoring session that winds up in you feeling stupider than ever in his presence. he's wondering aloud how you can possibly be this dumb, how you could be so absorbed in anything other than your studies, so invested in sexual innuendo and dressing to attract attention.

"is that truly what you do in your free time? sleep around and flirt with every boy you meet here? is this fun for you, watching how angry you make me?"

he's beyond frustrated, nigh on shouting, when he realizes he's got you backed up against the table...

....and he snaps, pushing you face down onto the table and nipping along your neck. he shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth to silence your sudden noises. you can feel his leg slipping between your own, pressing against your heat, and you push yourself against him. he hums, and you can tell he's grinning that mean smirk behind you.

"you can make it up to me, rose. even you aren't so dumb that you can't follow orders, right?"

#secret stash #riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #twst #not a request #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader smut #riddle rosehearts smut #mdni #dumbification #bimboification #dub con #dubious consent

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"And he shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit.”

Aaaand we've finally come to the conclusion of Rollo at the Writing Desk! (The masterlist for it will go up later.) If your ask was not answered, it was likely too similar to another interaction and/or was submitted outside of the allotted blog event period 😅 Here's a little piece to "wrap up" Rollo's hellish stay with us at NRC~

The End of Rollo at the Writing Desk.

At the end of his stay, Rollo was more frazzled than Raven had ever seen him.

Of course, he wouldn’t dare to outwardly present disheveled. Certainly not what he could control at least.

Not a hair out of place, and not a single crease in his elegant robes. However, there was an unmistakeable disturbed look in his eyes. Palpable fear and revulsion, as if he had witnessed things he shouldn’t have and failed to scrub his mind of the memories.

“… Is everything okay?” Raven asked, her question a loud whisper in the crystalline Mirror Chamber. The words reflected off of the dark faces of many mirrors, coming back as a soft wail. Okay—okay—okay, came the echo from the unknown.

“Yes.” His reply was prompt, automatic, and without frills. “You needn’t waste your concern on me.”

“… Right.”

Raven turned away and to the Mirror of Darkness. It floated upon its dais, a ghostly apparition of magic.

“O Dark Mirror, I beseech you! Return this soul to where it belongs: Noble Bell College in the City of Flowers.”

Upon her request, the surface of the mirror ripple like water. Some indescribable magic was reaching out across space, tugging on the thread that would connect this place and that. When the rings upon the water faded into smoothness and gave way to a faint image—flying buttresses and stained glass windows illuminated by candles—Raven knew it was ready.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and curtsied to her departing guest as he stepped onto the dais. “Bon voyage, Rollo-senpai. I hope you enjoyed your time with us here at our Night Raven College.”

Enjoyed?

A strong word to assign to his harrowing experiences. Parties swarming with people, offenses committed, confrontations he was not yet ready for.

“I’m like you, and you’re like me,” he had been told, time and time again. Tearing open old wounds, rubbing the salt in for good measure. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

And his brother.

What would he think of him now…?

There it was again, that slow, uneasy pain that filled his chest and fanned outward. The feeling festered like a fire with no one to put it out. Standing before the gateway home, it suddenly hurt more than ever.

Rollo glanced back at his attendant, providing a curt good-bye. “… This is is farewell, Miss Crowley.”

“It’s only farewell ‘for now’,” she corrected him. “We’ll speak again. We’ll meet again. I’m sure of it!!”

In the beginning, he would have scowled at the reminder—at this incessant bird chirping in his ear, insisting on sitting on his shoulder like a cricket claiming to be his conscience. Now, he was tired, and laid there in defeat.

But raise the formal white flag? Concede admit defeat, let her have the last laugh?

Never.

He rested a hand on the mirror frame.

“… I await your next written correspondence. It doesn’t sound like you intend on giving up anytime soon.”

“Nope!!” Raven flashed a grin which showed off her tiny fangs. “I can be stubborn when I want to be.”

A dry, arrogant chuckle. “I am well aware. Then…”

He returned his attention to the mirror, and the world that laid beyond it

“The time is nigh.”

There was no steeling of the soul, no anticipatory breath before taking the plunge. Rollo simply stepped through the portal, and he was gone.

The raven was alone in the Mirror Chamber, smiling into the darkness.

It’s a promise.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo at the Writing Desk

[cosmic-lilies]

Revenge is a nice, home-cooked meal (Part 1)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Characters: Ace, Deuce & (Y/n) (gender neutral)

Word count: 581

Cw: None

Note: I based this story off of ch. 4 of the 1st anthology book.

Preface: Ace & Deuce have been tricked by the Octatrio to provide free labor at the Mostro Lounge (again) & they want (Y/n) to help them get revenge against Azul. Will they choose to help those airheads or not?

"Pre-fect! PREFECT" yelled Ace & Deuce.

“What” (Y/n) yelled back. “Can’t you see I’m reading?”

“Prefect! Listen to this” Deuce said.

“Floyd-senpai & Jade-senpai promised us that we would receive anything we wanted so long as we worked at the Mostro Lounge for one night. After we finished our shift, we were tired & thirsty as hell” Ace said.

“And when Azul-senpai asked if we wanted drinks, we said yes! Once we finished them, he said “With those glasses of juice, I have granted your desired wishes!” Can you believe that” Deuce asked.

A moment of silence has passed before (Y/n) continued reading their book. “Yeah. I can believe that.”

“Huh?! How can you not feel sorry for your two best friends” both Ace & Deuce asked.

After putting the book down, (Y/n) pinched the bridge of their nose. “How could I feel sorry for you two if you’ve already been tricked by Azul-senpai in the past? Him, Floyd-senpai & Jade-senpai are essentially the merfolk mafia.”

“Well we figured they would’ve changed after Azul-senpai’s overblot, but I guess we were wrong,” Deuce muttered under his breath.

“No one can change overnight, Deuce” said (Y/n) as they shook their head. “I’m not surprised that he’s still scamming people.”

Ace sighed. “Great. I guess that means we can’t convince you to set up a food truck business to get revenge on Azul-senpai.”

(Y/n) looked at Ace. “Huh? Why me? I don’t want anything to do with him & his goons.”

“Well you’re good at cooking, right? I’m sure many people would line up just to get a taste of their friend’s home-cooked meals” claimed Ace.

“First off, I’m only good at making home-cooked meals & not restaurant-quality cuisines. Second, just because I’ve made a lot of friends in Night Raven College doesn’t mean this business will be an instant success. The Mostro Lounge has already made a name for itself, so competing against it would be nigh impossible, especially when I'm competing against an entire dorm by myself.” said (Y/n) as they raised a finger for each point they’ve made. 

“We could spread the word to everyone. I mean, there’s still plenty of students that are pissed at Azul for what he did during the school-wide test incident” said Ace with a bit of hope in his eyes.

“Guys, we’re just three, random first years. No one here’s gonna want to help people that they don’t know nor care about. It’d be easier for them to just keep going to the Mostro Lounge as they already have been” claimed (Y/n).

As Ace & Deuce sulked, (Y/n) felt a bit sorry for them. “I know I’m being a downer right now, but understand that most things don’t work out the way you’d hope. Another thing is that you two can’t expect someone to help you after every situation that you get involved in. I’m saying that because I’m either going back to my home world or finding a place in this world to call home. Either way, we’re going to go our separate ways one day so you two better start becoming more wary about offers that sound too good to be true.”

“Geez, you’re starting to sound like my mom” whined Ace.

“What kind of a friend would I be if I can’t prevent my friends from getting in deep trouble” asked (Y/n). "Friends are meant to help each other out, right?"

"I guess…" said Ace before he & Deuce walked away, upset.

#cosmic lilies #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #twst ace #deuce spade #twst deuce #gn!mc #gn reader

[deaths-academy-of-combat]

Come one , Come all and Heed Death's call ,

Welcome to the esteemed and ancient

Death's Academy of Combat

An Academy twisted from the Shonen and Action Genre

A prestigious academy , in a city secluded from the rest of the world. Where only the staff and students can access in day to day life. Headed by the god of Death himself.

Lord Astra , as he is also known as, founded D.A.C five hundred years ago. He's an odd sort of man, known for his absurd way of speaking and unnerving aura despite his kind face. It is said he is the most powerful being to have ever existed in all of twisted wonderland.

This school was founded by Astra, with the goal of banishing evil souls from this world. However in the last half a millennia it has become a hot commodity for those simply aspiring to pursue combat and education at the same time. The prestige that comes with attending this school surmounts attending even Royal Sword Academy , for the nigh impossibly low acceptance rate and amount of skill it takes to be accepted into this school.

If you are lucky enough to awake in the sacred mirror room , you are destined for greatness. As death itself has accepted you.

Death's Academy of combat is home to seven dorms , much like its competitors Night Raven College and Hourglass Station Academy. These dorms are as follows :

FAERUST : Founded on the Lineage of the Dragons

( twisted from Fairy Tail )

Faerust is a dorm that is based on teamwork and bonds. Students here are known for being in groups created amongst themselves. This dorm focuses heavily on magical combat , and has the smallest amount of magic lacking students in it. Though they are not impossible to find in faerust, having been given magical items from Nexus Karov , the dorm supervisor, in order to aid them.

This dorm is Led by Nala Ignacio, a second year and Gadjet Vickson, a third year.

GEMMELUNER : Founded on the Unity of the Gems

( Twisted from Houseki no Kuni )

Gemmeluner is a dorm that focuses on sword combat , and is the newest dorm of death's Academy of combat. Thus having the newest tech and a modern appearance to the dorm building. Students here are focused and known to be aloof.

This dorm is led by Leah , a young crystal Fae.

STARNOVELLE : Founded on the Chains of Isolation

( Twisted from Black Rock Shooter )

Starnovelle is the dorm that focuses on ranged combat. Whether it be firearms , whips , etc , they excell. The students here are known for being Gothic in appearance and lacking in empathy. This dorm is the darkest within DAC from basic appearance. It is one of the fewer populated dorms.

This dorm is led by Kuze Toiyama, a third year and Yasuno Innochi, a fourth year.

OUTLANDICAL : Founded on the Peculiarity of the Star-Bearer

( Twisted from Jojo's bizarre adventure )

Outlandical is a peculiar sort of dorm . The most peculiar of the ones within DAC. Often called weird or bizarre for being in Outlandical, this dorm focuses on the element of surprise. Little is known of many students in this dorm, but they are known for embodying their dorm's strangeness.

This dorm is led by Valentino Whimsy , a fourth year and Godiva.

NURAVEIL : Founded on the Integrity of the Spider

( Twisted from Hunter x Hunter )

The singlehandedly most mysterious and pursued dorm within the academy. This dorm excels in tactical and strategic combat that knows every move their opponents may throw at them. This dorm is the largest as well, containing an entire metropolis and mountain. There are rumors of an infamous gang residing in this dorm, known as the Spectral brigade.

This dorm is led by Satin Sulfur and Parker Calibur, both fourth years.

DAEMOSIN : Founded on the Wickedness of the Holy Knights

( Twisted from The Seven Deadly Sins )

The second oldest dorm within DAC. Daemosin carries an air of elegance and fantasy despite the constant destructive co,bat occurring within the dorm. Corrupted are often found in this dorm. Brought in by the dorm leaders for members to battle. This dorm has an odd focus referred to as reflective combat, giving back as good as you are given.

This dorm is led by Maaike Amare and Banikah Kreid, two fourth years.

RESONNATA : Founded on the Heart of the Meisters

( twisted from Soul Eater )

Resonnata is the oldest dorm in Death's Academy of Combat, created in the image of Lord Astra himself, being supervised by him to this very day. This dorm excels in tag team and partner combat, in pairs or groups up to four created amongst themselves like Faerust. Something is wrong here. The dorm leader has never been seen by anyone aside the headmaster, whom explains it via him being away for internships.

In his place , this dorm is led by Azrael Astra, son of Lord Astra and a third year.

#dac #death's academy of combat #nuraveil #faerust #resonnata #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #daemosin #outlandical #starnovelle #gemmeluner #there will be a continued post for the #masterlist

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Coming up on my next chapter 🙂

Malleus when he finds out that the Royal Sword boys are falling in love with Jada 🤣

*Nigh Raven College boys ambushing Royal Sword Academy*

Jada having lunch with Philip and the others:

Grim:

What is that?!

Bruh ✋🏾😭

#twisted wonderland riddle #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland kalim #twisted wonderland leona #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #twst #royal sword academy #princess core

[waltermis]

Iced Coffee

MASTERLIST ↠ SPITFIRE MASTERLIST

"Dude! Long time no see!" Dick said, as he greeted Wally as he dodged some kids that were playing tag. The gang had decided to meet at the park, to hang out.

"Yeah, I've been pretty busy." He replied. "How're you? Zatanna dump your poor ass yet?"

"For your information, Zatanna and I are fine. Better than fine, actually. I get action practically every nigh-"

"DICK! You don't need to tell Wally anything about you know what!" Zatanna said, sneaking up behind them.

"Zee!" Wally said, hugging the raven haired girl.

"Hey Wally! How long has it been? 4 months?" Zatanna asked.

"Yeah, that seems about right."

"WALLY!" Megan screamed, as she ran up at speed the Flash would be proud of and hug him tightly.

"Hey Megalicious! How've you been? You and Conner still together?"

"Yes!" Conner grunted behind them.

"Oh, h-hey Supey! How's it going?" he asked, using the same nickname he used when they were 15.

"Same old, same old."

"Wally, my friend. It has been far too long." Kaldur said, as he and Raquel hugged him.

"Kal! Raquel! Wow you guys look almost the exact same." Wally said.

"It's only been 4 months Wallace." Raquel said. Wally groaned at the sound of his full name.

"Well, Rachel it seemed like forever to me." Wally snarked, using the name he just knew she would hate.

"Ugh, you know I hate it when people call me Rachel!"

"I'll stop calling you Rachel when you stop calling me Wallace!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Then suck it, Rachel."

"Oh my god, it's like we were never apart!" Dick groaned. "So man, what did you do to make yourself so busy for the 4 months?"

"Well, my girlfriend and I went Paris, and then we've just been busy with college so yeah." Wally said with a shrug.

"Woah, you went to Paris?!" Megan asked, excited.

"Woah, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?!?!?!" Dick screamed.

"Say what?!" Zatanna said.

"Ugh, come on. I'll tell you about over lunch. I know the perfect place." Wally said, walking away from his friends.

"You're always hungry!" Conner called after him.

↠↠↠

"Hi welcome to Young Justice diner, my name is Linda. Blah blah blah, how many?" A black haired girl asked bored, when the gang walked through the doors of the diner.

"Uh, hey Linda. Can we have my regular booth?" Wally asked.

"Oh, heeeeeeeeeeeeey Wally. You know, you look reeeeally hot today." The raven haired girl, Linda, giggled as she looked at him.

Wally shuffled awkwardly, "Uh thanks Linda,"

"We should get together! Wouldn't we just make the cutest couple? Our couple name could be, Walinda or Lilly. Oh those both sound so cute!" Linda said, her voice never loosing it's flirtatious tone. "I think Walinda best though. We sound so cute!!"

"Is that your girlfriend?" Dick asked in a quiet voice so Linda wouldn't hear.

"Listen Linda, how many times do I have to tell you? I have a girlfriend!" Wally snapped, tired of Linda's flirting.

"Ugh, you should just ditch that loser. I bet she isn't as hot as me." Linda said, flipping her hair as she the word 'hot'. Wally ignored her and just walked over to his regular booth sitting down at the left corner of the booth.

Linda handed them each a menu and swiftly left. "So, I'm guessing that flirty girl isn't your girlfriend." Dick said amused, as he flipped through the menu.

"Jeez, what tipped you off?" came Wally's sarcastic response.

"Hey, I was just pointing out the facts. No need to be sarcastic." Dick said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"So, this place is called Young Justice Diner?" Zatanna asked intrigued.

"Yeah! It's based on the comics and the TV show Young Justice." Wally replied, going back to his happy self.

"Wow, look at all the options! They all look so good!" Megan cheered, looking through the menu.

"How did you find this place, my friend?" Kaldur questioned, skimming through the menu.

"My girlfriend told me about it."

"So she knows that you have a bottomless stomach?" Raquel asked, with a smirk on her face. Wally gave Raquel a look that said a 'I have a fast metabolism!'.

"Speaking of which, tell us about this mysterious girl I just found out about, 30 minutes ago!" Dick said, slamming his menu onto the table, catching some looks from other people.

"You mean, we all found out 30 minutes ago?" Zatanna asked, giving her boyfriend a death glare.

"Why do you want to know about her?" Wally asked, without looking up from his menu.

"Well, as your best friend I have to know who it is!" came Dick's snappy reply.

"You want to look her up don't you?"

"Maybe,"

"Well, I'm not telling you anything so might as well give up." Wally said, taking a sip of his water.

Suddenly a deep voice rang through the small diner. "Linda! Get off your phone and get back to work! Have you taken any orders yet?"

"That's Cyrus. He's the owner of this place, he's really nice and friendly but he can be freakishly scary at some points." Wally whispered, pointing to the middle aged man.

"That is it! I've had enough of your bossiness! I quit!!" Linda's shrill voice screamed as she slammed her apron onto the bar. She stomped over to a handsome business man that had just walked through the door and she started to flirt with him. The gang heard Cyrus sigh as he ran a hand over his gray hair.

"Hey Cyrus! You okay?" Wally asked, concerned for the man.

"Wally! How's my favorite customer doing? And yeah, I'm fine but I need someone to help at the diner since, as you heard, Linda just quit." Cyrus smiled at him.

"Where's everyone else?" Wally asked.

"Well, Erica is out camping with her boyfriend Ben, Zoe's out on a road trip with Mike, so they can't come. Chip's out attending his cousin's wedding and Jawa went to visit his grandparents, in Washington."

"What about Artemis? What's she doing?" Wally asked, innocently.

"I think she said that she was babysitting Lian, but I can give her a call and see if she can come help." Cyrus said, giving Wally a slight smirk. Cyrus picked up the diner's phone and dialed Artemis' number. "Hey Artemis! Do you mind coming to help out at the diner?" There was a slight pause as the person on the other end said something. "She quit and I'm going to need help since everyone else is busy... So come will you come? I'll pay you for overtime. You can even bring Lian if you want. You will? Alright see you in a few. Bye!" Cyrus hung up relieved. "She's on her way!"

"That's great!" Wally said. "Now I have to someone to feed me."

"So... are you gonna tell us about this girlfriend of yours, the one you've been hiding for years?" Dick asked, slightly pissed.

"YEARS?!" Zatanna and Megan screamed incredulous.

"Dude! I told you! I thought you knew about my girlfriend!! You told me congrats two years ago!!"

"Yeah cause you said you were moving into a new apartment!"

"Yeah, with my girlfriend!!" Wally cried out, exasperated. "Did none of you know that I had a girlfriend?!" Everyone shook their heads. "ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I mentioned her last week!"

"No you didn't," Megan said.

"Yes I did, I told you about the time I took her out and she was nearly hit by a car."

"Girl, I thought you were talking about a dog!"

"I did too," Conner said.

"As did I," Kaldur said.

"You're kidding me right? You mixed my girlfriend up with a dog??" Wally asked, incredulously. He turned to his best friend,

"Sorry dude, I thought you were just nuts about your dog. Like how you said you wouldn't let her out after she nearly got hit. Or how she bit you cause you got her mad."

"Yeah, all those stories were about her!"

Before anyone could say anything else, a beautiful blonde walked in. "Hey Cyrus!" The blonde haired girl said, giving the older man a smile.

"Artemis! You have no idea how much of a lifesaver you are! Could you take table six and nine their food and bring table four a strawberry milkshake?"

"Food for table six and nine and milkshake for four, got it." Artemis said, as she grabbed the food and started placing food on customers tables. "Hey Uncle Ollie, Hi Aunt Dinah! How are you guys prepping for Zephyr's first day of kindergarten?"

"Good, but I can't believe my little girl is leaving me already! It seems like just yesterday she was just learning how to talk, now she's going to school! Next thing we know she's gonna be leaving for college!" Dinah ranted. "Ollie! I want more kids!" she told her husband.

Oliver chocked on his coffee, "What?"

"I want more kids! When Zephyr goes to kindergarten, what am I supposed to do?"

"Go back to your job as a therapist?"

"But I want more kids!"

"While you guys figure this out, I'm gonna go serve more people." Artemis said, as she began to walk away.

"Wait! Weren't you supposed to babysit Lian?" Ollie asked.

"Yeah I was but Jade and Roy picked her up." Artemis said, over her shoulder.

↠↠↠

"Dude! So now that we have gotten rid of the misunderstanding, can you tell us about your girlfriend?" Dick asked.

"Fine, what do you wanna know about?"

"What's she like?" Zatanna asked.

"She's a spitfire for sure." Wally said, smiling.

"How old is she?" Megan asked.

"She's 21 like me."

"How long have you guys been together for?" Conner asked.

"Uh... I think it's been almost 6 years."

"6 YEARS?!?!?!" they all screamed.

"Did we really miss that much?!" Megan asked, upset that she missed so much of Wally's life.

"How did we miss 6 years?!" Zatanna asked.

"We started dating when we were 15 and then when college started we moved in together. It's no big deal though,"

"Tell us everything!" Megan cried out.

"Like what?"

"I don't know.... do you love her?" Raquel asked.

"OBVIOUSLY!! What kind of question is that?"

"I don't know! A question obvi!"

"How did you meet?" Kaldur asked, interrupting the arguing duo.

"Well, remember that time we were supposed to go to the beach but then you guys told me the wrong time?" They nodded their heads, "Well, I arrived ON TIME and I tripped and landed in front her feet. She laughed at me but help me up and we hung out till she had to go. She seemed like a demon at first but after we talked, she was nice. Plus she looks hot in a bikini." Wally said, with a lovestruck grin.

"Wait, was that why you were so happy?" Zatanna asked.

"And why you didn't yell at us for giving you the wrong time, thinking you'd be late?" Raquel questioned.

"Yep."

"Hey everyone." Artemis said, walking over to their table. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting but I just have to deliver Mrs. Patterson her food and then I'll come over and take your orders." She said.

"That's fine, we can wait a little longer." Wally said, smiling at her, Artemis smiled back at him. The rest of the group looked at them both as if they were trying to figure out what was happening. "I'll be back in a bit."

She walked over to where an old lady sat, and placed her food out for her. "Alright now that, that's taken care of. What can I get you guys?" Artemis asked taking out her pen and paper.

"Uh, I'll have a-" Dick started, but suddenly he was rudely interrupted him.

"Yo blondie! I need a refill on my iced coffee over here!" A white haired business man yelled from across the room.

"Give me two minutes. I just need to take their orders and then I'll refill your coffee for you." Artemis said, over her shoulder.

"What?! But there's seven of them and one of me! Just take refill my coffee first and then take their order." The man said rudely.

"Excuse me Cam-er-on!" She said, looking at the man's ridiculous nametag "But you've only been here for fifteen minutes meanwhile these guys have been waiting patiently for me to take their order for over 30 minutes now! Can't you just give me 5 minutes?!" Artemis' snapped, giving Cameron a murderous glare.

"Well, time is money and 5 minutes probably costs you half your salary! I bet you don't know that I am the newest owner to Icicle toy emporium, so you better treat me right! In half an hour I will be my welcome party so I expect my iced coffee now! As they always say, THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!!" Cameron demanded, catching the attention of everyone in the diner.

"Oh my god! You are sooooooooooooooooooooo hot, I've never met a business man as hot as you are," Linda flirted touching Cameron's bicep through his white button up shirt. He ignored her, glaring at the blonde woman that had dared to speak at him rudely.

"Yeah, you're right, the customer is always right. I'll go get your iced coffee right now," Artemis said, under her gritted teeth. Everyone watched as the blonde went to go grab a coffee pot filled with iced coffee. Artemis glanced at Cyrus and the older aged man nodded his head slightly.

"Guys, take out your phones. You'll want to record this!" Wally said in a hushed voice as Artemis' hand grabbed the handle of the coffee pot. The gang quickly pulled out their phones, as did everyone else in the diner. They all watched as Artemis approached the white haired man.

"Here's your iced coffee sir, but I know you're in a hurry so I'll just give it to you to go." Artemis smiled politely.

Cameron seemed to be caught off guard by her politeness but quickly regained his composure. "Where's the cup?" He demanded.

"Oh, since you said that you're in such a hurry. I figured that you didn't need a cup. Now, enjoy~" Artemis sang as she poured the entire coffee pot's contents over Cameron's head. "Oh, silly me. I forgot the ice!" Artemis grabbed a small bucket of ice that Cyrus was holding next to her and dumped it on his head. "There! I hope you enjoy your iced coffee, asshole!" Artemis spat.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW DARE YOU POUR ICED COFFEE OVER MY NEW OUTFIT?! I JUST BOUGHT THIS TODAY FOR MY SPECIAL OCCASSION!!!" Cameron turned towards Cyrus. "AND AS FOR YOU! YOU SHOULD FIRE THIS HORRIBLE, INCOMPETENT MOST IMPORTANTLY RUDE WAITRESS! DID YOU SEE HOW SHE TREATED ME TODAY?! YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T SUE THIS DINER RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

"Listen here, Cameron owner of Icicle toy emporium, there are two rules here! Rule number one, never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER anger me! And rule number two, if your rude they're rude! You got me?" Cyrus asked menacingly. "And as for YOU!" Cyrus said, turning towards a cowering Linda. "Clean this dipshit's mess up and then I don't ever want to see any of you in my diner again? Capeesh?!"

"Y-y-yes s-sir," Linda stuttered, before grabbing a mop to clean the mess up.

Wally spared a glance at his friends and saw that their mouths were slightly open. Thinking of another way to make their jaws fall farther towards the floor, Wally stood up and walked over to Artemis. "Nice work babe, you taught him a lesson!" He laughed, watching as Cameron walked out of the diner, fuming. Out of the corner of his eye, Wally saw that his friends' jaw were now practically touching the floor. He smirked and kissed her, she happily kissed him back. He pulled away and faced his friends who's eyes were so wide, he was afraid they would fall out. "Told you she was a spitfire." she laughed at her boyfriend's antics.

"You, are dating her?! You. Are. Dating. Her?!?!" Dick asked, shocked.

"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" Artemis asked, glaring at him.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." he said. "Man, she's scarier than Bruce." he muttered under his breath.

"Awwww, thank you." Artemis said, as she put the coffee back.

"How did she hear me?! I was being so quiet!" Dick hissed.

"Just, not quiet enough." Artemis whispered in his ear behind him.

"Holy mother of-" Dick screamed, completely caught off guard. Wally resisted the urge to laugh at his best friend, who was stiff and pale.

"Hmmm, I like her." Zatanna said, cackling at her boyfriend's face full of terror.

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Original Version : Diner

#wallywest #kaldur'ahm #icedcoffee #spitfire #waltermis #wally x artemis #dc #artemis crock x wally west #wally west x artemis crock #artemis crock #wally west #yj #dick grayson #raquel ervin #wallyandartemis #conner kent #m'gann m'orzz #zatanna zatara #young justice

[twistedgardens]

Should I?

All of this drama surrounding /fandomcoffee/whatever their new user name is because they keep deleting and changing their name, I feel like I should make some OC's to make up for their content. I don't normally engage in petty fandom revenge plots, but I take exception with this blog. Also, I hate terrible writing.

Now I really want to write about sister schools of Nigh Raven and Royal Sword Academy. Like, in earnest. I just want to write about fem! Claude Frollo as a yandere college girl (because I don't write Night Raven as a high school (sorry :p). I want to write about a dorm that's a bunch of sith lords, and don't come at me saying that Star Wars characters or OC's can't be included. It's a property of Disney, so shut up. There are a lot of villains that got overlooked. The tricky part is writing a sister school for Royal Sword Academy since there are so many Disney princesses. The real question, however, is should I work on this?

[umichenginabroad]

BerlinBlog 2: Settlin' In

Hello everyone! It's a Friday night for me right now, and I'm posting my update from the library as quickly as I can 'cause we got limited WiFi at our apartments and I've been told they kick ya out after midnight. Side note before I get into this, the library is sponsored (and pretty much built) by Volkwagen! Looks pretty cool too (photo turned out super blurry though):

Okay, here's the shortest version of the week I have time to write:

Ein Kaffee in Berlin? Ja Bitte! – My First Impression of Berlin

Last blog, I mentioned that I am an avid coffee drinker. To my delight, most of Berlin seems to share that weakness with me. There’s a café at every corner of the street and several student run ones throughout campus. And we’re not talking about that oily gas-station coffee here either. I’ve yet to have a bad cup since arriving, even during the boat tour and from a vending machine. I’ve also had no issues as someone who does not drink alcohol; although it is readily available everywhere, I’ve faced no judgement in declining it.

Some of y’all will be happy to know there is a thriving party culture at the university as well. Something I found remarkable is that the TUB actually supports this, providing rooms within the institution in which students may host these events and parties.

What else? Despite being a huge city, Berlin feels pretty personal. It’s a unique mix of industrial innovation and ancient-looking buildings, and the streets are full of little shops, markets, and graffiti that gives the whole city a unique vibe that is cozy, high-tech, and a little bit grungy.  The food is great, the architecture is an engineer’s dream, and if you really need help just about every German can speak English if you annoy them enough.

The apartment: I have a whole kitchen, complete with a coffee maker and cookingware. Some really good garlic bread and some pretty nasty omelettes were made.

I came across a wonderful little coffee shop on Meriandorfstraße.

Swallowing My Pride: A Quick Synopsis of the Program Thus Far

One of my qualms going into this program was my German level. Although I tested into 232, my last – and only – proper German class was an introductory online class at a Community college in Winter ’20. After struggling for a few days to keep pace with the other advanced students – most of which were several years into their German studies – I squared my shoulders and asked to be demoted to the soon-to-be finalized second intermediate course that was curated to bridge the gap between the two levels. I attended my first class there this morning, and learned more in those 3 hours than I had the rest of the week combined.

Beyond that, the program has been fantastic thus far. I learned quite a lot of history from the tours, which took us to several memorials and tourist sites, such as Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, and the Berlin Wall Memorial. We ran into a TUB student team that builds and flies their own manned glider planes, and we will likely get a chance to fly in one (and maybe, just maybe, get some training hours in). The research program begins next week, and while I don’t know a lot about it I am honestly looking forward to its start.

One of the main buildings at the TUB

A view from the boat tour- my phone nigh died on me so this is one of the few good ones I got.

Take a guess : )

Berlin is practically plastered with messages of support for Ukraine and many other humanitarian issues.

Mistake of The Week

Don’t miss your stop! Berlin has an amazing public transportation system, and – despite having only been here for a week – I can typically navigate the city without any need for GPS. With that said, it pays to be attentive. Jet lag had me zoned out on an S-Bahn and I missed my stop, making me a very un-German 7 minutes late for a tour.

And that’s all I’ve got for the week. To be continued…

Raven N St. Clair

Department of Engineering/Aerospace

Engineering Laboratory Experience at TUB, Germany

Where to next? This museum is definitely on the list.

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEBerlin #RavenStClair #IPESummer2022

[hanna-chan-otaku]

👑🥀Versión de los personajes de Disney en el evento Ghost Marriage🥀👑

❛🍬▥🕉❣🕷 ↝Crédito a la artistas @Yaoyaobae↝♪

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted #twisted wonderland #royal sword academy #yuu twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #Jamil Viper #rielle #chenya #niege #twisted woderland x lectora #Ghost Marriage #nigh raven college

[tickledpink31]

Night Raven College at Hogwarts Part III: Hogsmeade Finale

Warnings: light angst (blink and you'll miss it), underage drinking with butterbeer

Original idea was from chu1luc on Wattpad.

The end of Hogwarts Week is nigh, so the best part is saved for last on the Hogsmeade Weekend Trip.

Links: Part I Part II Part III

As much as Minako would like to spend her time browsing for books in Tomes and Scrolls, she has a bunch of chaotic children to look out for.

First and foremost, Malleus heads to ice cream parlour. The person running the counter is nearly scared off.

Nevermind that this man is a paying customer and wants his butterbeer-flavoured ice cream that his Child of Man has been feeding him the year before, he's a whopping 202cm fae with horns and a scary aura.

Malleus + Scared ice cream vendor = no ice cream ):

Lilia steps in to settle the issue and bought ice cream for him with his much more relaxed presence.

Malleus + butterbeer ice cream = :)

The Leech twins have a blast at Zonko's Joke Shop. The owner of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes came by to visit Zonko's and can't help but feel nostalgic when he sees the twins.

Kalim somehow wanders off to Diagon Alley and adopts a pygmy puff at a different joke shop.

"Isn't it adorable Jamil! His name is Rajah."

Riddle and Trey getting ideas for sweets in the next tea party from Honeydukes.

And speaking of Honeydukes, Ace and Deuce spend their galleons on collecting chocolate frog cards.

They take the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans challenge too

Grim in general wants to try E V E R Y T H I N G.

So does Ortho but not about food. He's dragging Idia everywhere, excited that his brother is finally outside and has no other excuse but to try and enjoy the experience.

Vil tries to get his hands on the best clothes in Gladrags, but came out a little disappointed with the line of clothing.

"Roi du Poison, do not pout. These brightly coloured socks scream when they get smelly."

"Rook, are you implying I have smelly feet?"

Everyone competing to get a date with Minako at Madame Puddifoot's Tea Shop, but she has already gone to take Malleus to the Shrieking Shack because she know's how much he loves abandoned buildings.

They totally went to explore that building.

Everyone meets up at Three Broomsticks where they get a taste of butterbeer.

Some students have had butterbeer before made by Minako, which is great don't get them wrong, but the one at Three Broomsticks really hits the spot.

Maybe it's because of the slight alcohol content. Minako's butterbeer was always alcohol-free.

At midnight, there's patronus light show. Not only do authorities get to participate, but anyone in the area that has a patronus gets to join in.

Minako summons her mouse patronus.

Deuce does it to without shame of his chicken patronus (you remember this drawing I made)

Maybe Minako taught other students too, but it probably would have been hard for them since the spell is famously difficult.

The next morning is a bittersweet goodbye.

Minako promises to visit more often as long as they write her letters.

After the Winter Holiday, it's Hogwarts' turn to visit NRC.

#my writing #my headcanons #twisted wonderland x harry potter #twisted wonderland #harry potter #NRC at Hogwarts #night raven college #royal sword academy #hogwarts #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland mc #harry potter oc #OC: Minako Nezumi #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #jade leech #floyd leech #george weasley #kalim al asim #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #idia shroud #ortho shroud #vil schoenheit #rook hunt

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

How would both the nigh raven and the royal sword react when they found out which reader or mc lost his memory

T w T sad times, I love it!

(Y/N) stares at Yuu in disbelief. "W-what.." She utters out as the Yuu stares at her in confusion. Yuu repeats what they said, "who are you?" This tone questioning. (Y/N) could feel her body shake and her hands digging into her arms flesh.

"I-I.." (Y/N) couldn't even choke out a sentence as her mouth falls closed so she wouldn't sob. But her tears fall freely over her face like waterfalls. Starring at Yuu with shame and agony. "I-I'm s.. Orry.." She barely whispers out before biting her tongue.

It's a sad day at both colleges. The first year gang is in a stage of greif and are trying to get Yuu to remember.

(Ask box is open!!! Q W Q)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst asks

[twstdreams]

Halloween Haunting: Magicam Mess

Warning: Spoilers for Halloween event; canon divergent CYOA, length: 1K 

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Your personal rule is that if everything is going to fall apart it should be after you’ve had a good meal, but the lightning raining down from the sky indicates lunch is going to have to be put on pause for now.

“Hey! They never told us about any thunder! I hate when my fur gets all staticky,” Grim complains. Wheels churn in your mind as you try to formulate a plan that gets you and the tourists out alive. While you’re sure an electrocution or two would teach them a lesson, it’s a little too early to be an accessory to murder.

“I need your help. Just agree with what I say and help me spread a rumour,” you instruct your familiar.

“What? Can’t we just leave?” Grim rebuttals.

“This stamp rally is at our dorm. If things go wrong, the headmaster will punish us too and I know you hate cleaning.” Grim grumbles about this and that but by now you’re a pro at tuning him out. You looked at the top trending hashtags and decided which one to hijack. #perfectflower it is! You upload a photo of a petal, artsy and vague enough to support your lie.  

“GREAT SEVEN! I’M GONNA MISS THE SUPER RARE FLOWER!” you scream. Your best acting? No, but it gets everyone’s attention so you blunder on.

“The night-blooming cereus would definitely trend! It only blooms once a year at night. Night Raven College even has a special one that looks like a galaxy,” you add in a voice that most definitely would not be appropriate indoors.

“What’re you talking about?” a tourist beside you inquires, magicam app open on their phone. You refrain from letting the smile on your face turn into a smirk.

“Don’t you know? Near the entrance, beside the big tree, there are several of them planted there. The Pomefiore students take care of them all year and then they bloom around Halloween. It’s why #perfectflower is trending!” you explain, giddy that someone took the bait.

“Let’s go there next after the Draconia challenge!” someone chimes. You grit your teeth to stop yourself from blurting out an insult. If they tried the Draconia challenge, they wouldn’t have a living body for much longer.

“Tonight the holographic one blooms but only for 30 minutes! They don’t exist in the wild, it’s only because of the students. You have to leave right now or you won’t make it in time!” You notice the hesitation as people look in the direction of the entrance and back to Malleus’ casting a storm of spells. While you could stand in awe about their lack of survival skills, truly is it that hard to choose between a pretty rare flower and being murdered by a dragon fae, you decide they need a little push.

“I’m going now. If I take a picture before everyone else, mine will be most popular.” You turn around and start walking with so much faux confidence maybe even Vil would compliment you unlikely but Rook would. You’re rewarded with the sound of fast footsteps, a couple of people even breaking it out into a run. There aren’t any flowers there, but you hope that the people regulating the front gate will be able to kick them out.

By the time you loop around, out of sight of the Magicam Monsters you just tricked, you notice Lilia and Malleus talking. Luckily the sky has cleared up and you don’t see any charred corpses on the ground, yet the bitter expression on Malleus’ face remains. You approach his side but the magic words to turn his frown into a smile escape your mind. Even after Lilia greets you, you’re unsure of what sentence is the right answer, so you hope sincerity is enough to carry you through.

“How are you doing?” you ask. It’s not anger or annoyance you’re met with, but the forlorn look in his eyes pierces your heart.

“I apologize. I chose Ramshackle as a stamp rally location. I just wanted you to enjoy Halloween too. However, I never imagined that it would bring so much trouble,” Malleus admits. 

“It’s not your fault. It’s theirs for not following the rules.” Your words are true but they don’t seem to placate the dorm leader given the tight line his lips form. “Let’s go for a walk. I think we’ve both had enough of crowds for now.” 

You tug on his hand and Malleus unexpectedly follows without resistance, though you’re unsure if the pink dusting his cheeks is from exhaustive use of magic or something else. You let out a complaint and Malleus reciprocates with one in turn. By the time you’ve wandered far away from the bustle of the stamp rally, neither of your problems are solved, but you both feel better after confiding in each other. Your hands are still linked together, your fingers aren’t intertwined but your grip isn’t loose either. 

Eventually, the topic turns to lighter topics that bring a smile to your visage. Comparing Halloweens, stories of lighting things on fire, pumpkin carving, favourite treats, promises to try pumpkin pie ice cream together. But all good things come to an end and the serenity comes to an end saying that you HAVE to go to the Main Street.

And it turns out, your horrid day hasn’t ended because the Great Seven statues are toppled over and missing. Accusations are thrown and both student and staff alike are in shock. It’s one thing to litter waffles, it’s another to destroy statues of renowned magicians who represented the proud dorms.

“Tomorrow, the Halloween party might have to be cancelled,” Crowley adds. Troubled expressions morph into ones of shock and outrage. Disagreement is abound but the staff don’t budge due to concerns of students being harmed.

“The party will be held if the Magicam Monster problem is solved, right?” you ask. When Crowley gives you the confirmation, you plaster on a disappointed look as the wheels in your brain turn. The staff leave to gather the others and host a meeting but from the look in Jade’s eye, you can tell the other students are on the same page as you though Jade seems to always have that calculating gleam in his eyes.

“You have a point,” Azul acknowledges.

“We just have to chase away the Magicam Monsters from our campus,” Jade agrees and you can see several people around you having a lightbulb moment.

“We can confirm if they’re Magicam Monsters by seeing if they violate rules,” Vil states, dispelling worries about how to accomplish such a task.

“I’ll punch them away!” Deuce exclaims. You’re sure he’d follow through and that’s the problem.

“That’ll just make this a problem with the police,” Ace counteracts.

“We can’t just use magic attacks on them either, they’re going to figure out it’s not a security system,” Idia rebuttals when a couple of students suggest just flinging Magicam Monsters across campus. You know Idia’s right but you think it’d be very satisfying to toss yeet them away like garbage.

“Haaahaahaha!~” Floyd laughs, “You’re thinking so hard about this. The answer is easy to figure out.”

“Now, don’t laugh at them,” Jade chides while chuckling and baring his teeth. You’ve never seen someone act less sincere but you know better than to antagonize the leech twins. 

“It is eating a delicious meal with everyone!” Kalim declares. You’re certain that’s not what the Octavinelle trio is thinking, free food is never their first bet, but you appreciate his sunshine disposition.

“Haaah... Rich kids really are impossible. We should make them feel uncomfortable and scare them away,” Ruggie explains.

“A night hunt under the moonlight! Magnifique! I can’t wait,” Rook exclaims. He has the same dreamy look in his eyes as when he envisions capturing his prey.

Which team do you want to help scare away the Magicam Monsters?

Heartslabyul’s Graveyard: Time to bury some secrets and maybe even a Magicam Monster or two

Savanaclaw’s Pirate ship: Who says the swords are fake even if the curse is?

Octavinelle’s Lab: Few are as good at deception at this dorm, and you’ve been itching to throw some Magicam Monsters into a personal sci-fi horror story

Scarabia’s Wereworlf curse: You hate bugs with a vengeance and scaring away rude tourists is better than lighting school property on fire. But will Kalim be able to scare everyone? 

Ignihyde’s Spooky Night: Otakus wronged and the tech to bring horrors to life makes for an interesting combo that’s sure to leave a couple of people scarred.

Diasomnia’s Haunted Scare: Will revenge be as sweet as ice cream? You’re about to find out. The Magicam Monsters wanted so badly to get into your dorm, might as well let them in and have some fun with it!

Main Street’s Ghostly Hunt: If they’re bold enough to topple statues and take pictures on their pedestals, surely they can face a grim reaper after their life?

#twst x reader #twst CYOA #twst halloween event #twstdreams #haunted dreams #long fic

[oasis-hunter]

hey-o, and thanks for the request! likewise, for the good luck! hope you’re having a great day yourself, buddy! 

c...can you tell i had a little too much fun writing silver...

-- mod chess

▷  Yandere Lilia and Silver w/ a shy and docile Reader

▷ Content Warning: Obsessive behavior, General yandere behavior

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▷▷ Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia goes into most, if not all relationships with an air of fanciful detachment à la ‘manic pixie dream girl’ characteristic of many fae

Lilia isn’t tremendously overbearing, like one would expect of a yandere-he doesn’t have to work to exert his will over you. Rather, he’s somewhat...entitled

He believes he has a pass to disrupt your life any way he sees fit, and he absolutely takes advantage whenever it suits his fancy

He finds it charming--even cute--how you can be going about your day and he can just appear and grab your hand and spirit you away any which way he pleases. A fan of spontaneous dates

He doesn’t take his formal education very seriously. It’s a pleasant enough distraction, sure, but his current enrollment at Night Raven is simply a choice made on a whim, and well, it’s obvious there isn’t really anything offered at the college that could teach him anything he doesn’t already know. So, he doesn’t mind skipping class and flitting about with you in-tow. Not that you mind, right?

He figures you don’t even really need the schooling yourself--what, with your lack of magical aptitude--but it’s an amusing thought, so if it truly means that much to you, he’ll humor you. After all, he’s got ages to teach you any and everything your sweet heart desires

He may be an old coot, but he still has a wickedly playful streak, and your cute, shy little reactions, your too-easily flushed skin, and the way your eyes dart about make you a prime target for his mischief. It’s not a rare face to see on you by any means, but one he indulges in often, chuckling to himself all the while. My, my, you are a fun little thing~

The way he sees it, you’re so darling, so endlessly amusing, if he’s not careful, he may even catch himself imprinting on you, so-to-speak, believing your meek little self to be just right for him. Sweet and pliable. No muss, no fuss. There’s no need to break you in, to change you, to punish you. Just take him in, let him shape your world and your future…

▷▷ Silver

Silver really takes after his old man, in the sense that he’s somewhat relieved you came to him without a fight

Intensely overprotective. More akin to a dragon guarding its hoard than a knight defending his love. Bitter without any real focus, moreso jealous of the relationships you have with your fellow students, but is the type to quietly seethe until you’re alone again

Your submissive nature almost eases him into a state of falsehood, one where he is your protector who you naturally let honor and defend you. It’s a nice thought--a romanticization of this “relationship” you’ve found yourself in

Yet, a big part of Silver doesn’t particularly enjoy how easy it all is. Your complacency leaves him restless

He tries to navigate your relationship with a level of restraint. It’s almost like he sees it as a means to punish himself, the way he stiffens around you and forces himself at least an arm’s length away at all times. He tries to distance himself, but he’s already in far too deep to ease the pain that materializes in his chest when he’s away from you. By the time he approaches you, it’s too late

What led him to this point in the first place was initiated by possessive, alien thoughts that left a bitter taste in his mouth and wracked his body with fits. They couldn’t possibly be healthy. Couldn’t be right. Nothing that hurt this bad could be okay, and if he’s suffering this much, he can only imagine how much you, the object of all this--this sickness--must be hurting. And it kills him

But the worst part is that, as with any yandere, he’s too selfish to stop, to keep himself away from you…

He’d completely understand if you hated him--he often wallows in a strange mix of self-pity and hatred, himself

He wants to be normal. He wants to be soft, to be sweet and decent. He doesn’t like what this sudden and violent onslaught of obsession has done to him. Done to you. You’re even more so on edge than ever, tiptoeing around him and putting on a nigh-convincing performance, as if you’re okay with the position you’re in. He hates this

He doesn’t intend to manipulate you. He’s more than aware he doesn’t deserve your concern, but he can’t live with your scorn either. Shy and small and quiet as you are, it’s not entirely rare to see you comforting him, coaxing him out of his latest emotional downwards spiral, and when he thinks about it, how he’s left you, his victim, to care for him, when he himself is not worthy of even a fraction of this effort, a whole new wave of fresh, hot tears drips down his cheeks, leaving himself weak and vulnerable before you yet again...

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere x reader #lilia vanrouge #silver #lilia #mod chess #headcanons

[yodawgiherd]

Interlude

>>>Read on AO3<<<

As promised, this is a rather spicy chapter (you asked for it) I was hammering out for a bit over two weeks - thus the length. I just kept adding more and more random thoughts and end up like this... oh well. Hope you'll like it :)

Worry, that was the foremost thing on Mikasa’s mind lately. Partly about the tournament, but mostly about Armin, who now knew all about Annie and that he will most likely be seeing her again shortly. She almost bit her bottom lip bloody from it, and Eren was no better. To keep tabs on their friend, they commissioned Jean to stay around Armin, and let them know if anything goes wrong. For once, Jean didn’t complain, as he also wanted to get to know Armin better - it was a win-win situation really. From his reports, the blond was taking the news quite well, and, in other news, was putting finishing touches on his book. But this didn’t stop the engaged couple from agonizing about it.

They both had their way of coping. Eren once again entered turbo mode at the hospital, burying himself in work, while Mikasa upped her training load to inhuman levels. At home, Eren spent an unholy amount of time in the kitchen, experimenting with pretty much everything, while Mikasa cleaned the whole house over and over, anything to keep busy. She wasn’t as much of a clean freak as her brother, but try growing up with Levi and not being affected. Try it.

At first, Levi approved of her newfound zeal in the gym, but when she kept ignoring her limits and pushing past what her body could handle, the tight smile he had turned into a frown. From his office, he could see Mikasa working out at the bench press, the barbell going up and down at an unsteady rate. Her arms were shaky, a sight incredibly rare as Mikasa’s gym knowledge ran deep and she never did anything risky. Unless she was tired to the bone and overworking herself. Levi had to do something, otherwise she would end up hurting. Yet a classic “Go Home” would probably not work on Mikasa, as she was exactly as stubborn as Levi was. Time for action then, he thought to himself, getting up from the office chair.

Mikasa didn’t even catch the gloves he threw at her, driving the point of her being tired home. With the reflexes she had, she could pretty much snatch flies out of the air, but now they were dulled beyond recognition. Picking up the gloves, she looked at Levi who jerked his head towards the ring in a clear challenge.

They spared, and Mikasa was her usual perfect self at first, too fast and too strong for normal mortals to handle. She backed Levi into a corner, not giving him time to breathe. But then, out of nowhere, she faltered, her body finally saying fuck it and taking a micro-break. He immediately took advantage, as any fighter would, should this happen in the tournament, and flipped her over, planting Mikasa on her back. She blinked up at him, confused.

“W-What happened?”, she stammered.

“You lost.”, he replied, voice cold, “Because you keep overworking yourself. Take a break.”

“But I…”

“No buts. I’m still your trainer, so listen to me for once.”

She sighed, getting up from the ground. Even that simple motion was exhausting, and now that Levi mentioned it, Mikasa could feel the burn in all her muscles. He was, as usual, exactly right.

Even getting home was a pain, her body protesting anytime she forced it to move, even when the motion was as small as revving her motorbike up. Grateful for the speed the machine could do, Mikasa got back to her and Eren’s house at a nigh record time. A shower later, she plopped herself on the sofa, staring mindlessly at the Tv, waiting for that certain someone to come home. When he did, she was already in that half-dreaming half-awake state, but when Eren sat down it roused her.

“Hard day?”, he asked, getting a groan as an answer.

“You wanna head to bed?”

Instead of answering, Mikasa pulled herself on top of that heater Eren called his body, yawning after.

“Nah, I’m good here.”, she murmured, face half-squished in his shirt.

He chuckled at that.

“Suit yourself. I have a free weekend ahead of me, so I’m ready to be your bodypillow.”

Eren had free time. She had free time, Levi would most likely bite her head off if she showed up at the gym tomorrow. Hmmm…… They could… They could…

The train of thought derailed when Mikasa fell asleep, a soft snore escaping her lips. She was deep under, not even stirring when Eren carried her up to the bedroom, sleeping soundly the whole night. Levi would be happy.

It was the morning sun that woke her, but when Mikasa rolled away from the heater she was spooning she realized that there wasn’t a single thing she wanted to do. For once, the tireless war machine that is her body was feeling lazy. Eren stirred next to her, most likely reacting to the loss of her touch. The way her breasts squished against his back always brought the sweetest dreams. Sitting up and turning to look at her, Eren let the absolute bliss of waking up next to an angel show on his face.

“Morning beautiful. Slept well?”

“I did, but I kind of… want to sleep more?”

“You want to laze around? Damn.”

“Yea, I do.”, a small devilish smile formed on her lips, “If I remember correctly I’m taking inspiration from the guy I dated in college. Remind me, what did he say he wanted to do on our second date? A nap?”

Eren groaned, hiding his face.

“Please don’t remind me, I was so cringe back then.”

“And you think I was better? The first thing that I said when u leaned on my legs was that I could choke you out, kill you.”

“That WAS weird. Tell me, do you have a voice in your head that goes like: “Mikasa, we have to kill Eren” ?”

She frowned at him, her raven eyebrows narrowing.

“Of course I do. It gets stronger every time you piss me off.”

“I better watch my behavior then.”, he chuckled, “Anyway, I admit that we had certain issues to work through, but I’m glad we managed.”

“We sure did. So…”, she tugged at his arm, getting Eren to lie back down, “Stay with me?”

His beloved was always like this, especially earlier in their relationship. During college, Mikasa was so touch starved that she would just cling to his arm anytime they were together, going completely against her usual ice queen facade. Keeping his cool around the campus was impossible, because even when he was staring at his phone Eren was hyperaware of her body very, very close to him. And how was he supposed to be “cool” when there was an incredibly beautiful goth girl, with her black clothes, piercings and all that, holding his arm, smiling like it was the best thing in the world. There was no way, so he just blushed and hoped that no one would see it. She would blush too when he looked at her, would angle her head lower, the inverted crosses in her ears swaying lightly, but she wouldn’t let go.  Mikasa just liked holding him that much. Reminded of these pretty memories, Eren’s chuckle evolved into a grin.

“Sure, I’ll stay with you. On one condition though, you have to promise that you won’t choke me out.”

“Asshat.”

When Mikasa woke up for the second time, Eren was already awake, watching her with that small smile that made her stomach flutter. She asked him once, why he does that, and he just shrugged and said that he sometimes still can’t believe how lucky he is that someone like her is in his life.

“Rested enough?”

“Mhmm… I think so.”

“That’s good because I ordered us some pizza. Wouldn’t want that to get cold.”

“Pizza for breakfast?” Mikasa faked an outraged expression, “What would Carla think?”

“She would probably ask for a slice.”, Eren shrugged, “Mom was always very practical.”

Mikasa smiled at that, fond memories of Eren’s mom filling her head.

“Anyway,”, Eren changed the topic, “How was training? I wanted to ask yesterday but I don’t think you wanted to hear one more word about the gym.”

“Fine, fine.”, she stretched, moaning a bit when her muscles protested, “But Levi cut me off, said that I needed a break.”

“Really? A damn shame that.”

“Why?”

“I like watching you train. Or even better, training with you.”, he gave her a nondescript look, “It’s hot.”

“You’re saying that you pop a boner while watching me?”

“I’m saying that watching you train, or fight, is fucking beautiful.”, Eren’s eyes roamed over her body, the wonder and appreciation in his gaze would make Mikasa blush if she wasn’t completely flush already, “The way you move, the way you dodge and attack, I never get enough of it.”

“The way I move huh?”, crawling over to his side of the bed, Mikasa walked her fingers down from his chest to Eren’s abs and continued, “How about I show you some other moves I can do?”

A small sexy twitch crossed his lips, but before he could reply to the generous offer, something shattered their little love scene. The doorbell rang. Eren huffed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll get it, it’s most likely the food.”

With that, Eren rolled from the bed and went out of the door, only pausing to throw his pants on. Mikasa was just about to follow him when her eyes slid over the dresser, a certain object catching her eye. It was the end of one of their play ropes, black with red stripes. Instead of walking out of the door, she moved towards it, grasping and pulling it into her hands. Running it between her fingers, the sensation was enough for her head to start filling with ideas. She wasn’t that hungry yet, or rather, there was something else she would like, not food. The last weeks were exhausting, filled with things to do that weren’t Eren, and Mikasa would very much like her fill. A plan forming in mind, she quickly stripped from her sleeping clothes. Bare, she took out her collar from its resting place, bucking it tight around her neck. Even the gentle hug of the soft leather made her relax that tiny bit, her body knowing what usually followed once she was collared. Finding a nice location in front of the bed and kneeling down, Mikasa had to bite her bottom lip to keep the excitement in. Naked, save for a thick strip of leather around her throat, holding the rope, she waited.

The door opened and Eren was back.

“Hey babe, the food is here, you want…”, but then his eyes found her and the sentence dissolved in his throat, “Oh, I ordered pizza but it looks like someone has a taste for a vegan steak.”

A small giggle left Mikasa’s lips understanding the reference to the dorky code word system they had.

“I would like one, yes.” mustering her courage, she held up the ropes in her straightened hands like an offering, “Would you tie me up please?”

Eren moved closer, the food completely forgotten, but didn’t take the rope yet. Instead, he ran his hands over it, gently touching the material.

“Why?”, he asked, voice low.

“It’s just…”, Mikasa stammered, looking for the right words.

She wanted this for a multitude of reasons. The past weeks had been hectic, with everything that was going on. She had to worry about her next matches, looking through the file Levi compiled for her. She had to keep her training up while also attending various photoshoots at Kiyomi’s agency. She had to sign various contracts that gave her the Hizuru ltd. as a sponsor. And most of all, she had to worry about Annie coming back and once again completely wrecking Armin’s life. Mikasa wanted to just turn her brain off for a moment. She wanted Eren to take control of her, to wrap those pretty ropes around her and make her forget. She wanted to have her mind blown by how skillful he was.

“I’m just stressed out, want to relax.”, she compressed her thoughts into a single sentence. Doing her best attempt at puppy eyes, she pleaded: “Please?”

Eren could never deny her when she was like this, and to be honest, it's not that he wanted to in the first place. He took the rope from her hands. Flexing it between his fingers, his mind already worked over all the different riggings he could put Mikasa into.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”, he asked, putting one hand on her cheek, gently caressing her.

She nuzzled into the touch.

“The best.”

He smiled down at her, thumb tracing the scar on her cheek.

“Very well, but I do have one request.”, with that, he turned away from her and rummaged through her clothes, returning with something in his hand.

“Put these on.”, he half-requested, half-ordered her.

Mikasa took the item, looking it over.

“Thigh highs?”, she asked, eyeing the black material with a raised eyebrow, “Really?”

Eren just smirked at the absurdity of that statement, not judging it worthy of a reply. This was far from the weirdest thing Mikasa had put on for him, maybe even the bottom of that ladder. It doesn’t take a genius to compare a pair of thigh high socks and a skintight latex bodysuit. Eren saw these when he was doing laundry one day, and one discovery later he was hellbent in seeing his fiancé in these, knowing that she would look just amazing. And, judging now, as he was watching her put them on, he was very much correct. With her excited half-smile, Mikasa did just as he wanted, pulling the material over her long legs.

“Here.”, she said, flexing her covered toes at him, “Happy?”

“Immensely. Now…”, he approached her, a predatory grin sneaking onto his features, “Let’s get started.”

It still astonished her how good Eren got with this. Remembering their first time, how long it took him to wrap her up, how many times he had to consult the book, what was happening now was a quite different experience. Eren had determination, magical hands and a very willing model to work with, and he perfected his skills to the highest degree. The rope slid over her skin, tightening in just the right places as Eren was tying her with practiced motions. It was faster, but not too fast, the tempo just enough that Mikasa could close her eyes and feel every single touch, but not too slow so she wouldn’t get bored or restless.

Shibari was amazing especially because she could enjoy it like this. With handcuffs or other bondage gear they had, it took next to no time to lock the sub into it. Tighten a clamp, close a buckle and it was done. With ropes, it was way slower, especially thanks to the intricate design Eren was doing, but incredibly worth it. Eyes closed, she focused on her body, feeling each rub of the rope against her skin. Eren didn’t even touch her yet but Mikasa was already high on this feeling, breathing getting shaky.

With every knot, she could feel her worries melting away, retreating for now. They would be back, but for now the world narrowed to her body, the rope, and Eren’s presence all around her. The more the bondage tightened around her body the more relaxed Mikasa was, the less she could move the more she felt like she could fly. The ropes felt heavenly against the raven’s skin, their touch soft but firm. The rigging Eren put her into was beautiful, focused on her upper body. Her hands were bound behind her back and her breasts were tied, the lines created amazing patterns on her body, woven by Eren’s skilled hands. Basic yet effective, it got the job done and looked gorgeous too.

Fully tied and still on her knees, all she could do was watch as he loomed over her, a dark grin on his face, fully in his power. And as she watched, Eren took a step away from her, tugging his shirt over his head. With a few more moves, he was as naked as she, once again coming to stand right in front of Mikasa’s kneeling form. Gesturing her to stand, he watched as Mikasa scrambled up, the request made harder by her tied upper body. Face to face, Mikasa was forced to tilt her head up to look Eren in the eyes. Damn height difference. In a position like this, Mikasa expected a lot of things, or well, something at least, but when Eren did nothing but stared at her she frowned.

“What?”, she asked, unsure what was going on. Was something on her face?

“Nothing…”, reaching out, Eren gently cradled her cheek, as he definitely had a thing for touching that beautiful face, a warm smile on his lips, “You’re so incredibly pretty.”

It was crazy how strange he could be sometimes. Here she was, tied up, wearing nothing but those ropes, collar and black thigh highs and all he says is that she’s pretty. Yet it wasn’t stupid, because Eren’s words carried such deep love and appreciation in them that it made Mikasa blush. He meant every syllable. Embarrassed by how quickly he switched gears, from a bondage master to a loving boyfriend, Mikasa tried looking away, but Eren held her in place, forcing her eyes to stay at him.

“Stop that.”, she murmured, robbed of the possibility to avert her gaze.

He didn’t, smirking at the blush covering Mikasa’s cheeks.

“Cute. Miss Ackerman, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life.”

“Eren…”

“And anyone who doesn’t see that is not right in the head.”

“Stooooop.”

“Nope. Why do you think I tied you up in the first place? Now I can shower you in compliments and you can’t do anything about it.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“Is that so…”

“Sure is. Worst you can do is spit on me.”

“You’d probably enjoy that perv.”

His smile was cocky.

“Maybe I would.”

Mikasa sought a way to get her balance back, and spitting wasn’t it. With most of her weapons taken from her, she decided to launch a sneak attack. Quick as an attacking snake, she lurched forward, standing up on her tippy toes to bridge the height gap between them and smacking her mouth right against his. Surprised by the kiss, Eren grabbed her by the shoulders to stabilize, very quickly realizing what’s happening and putting out his offensive.

Tongues sliding against one another, Mikasa gave up on trying to control the liplock and instead surrendered to how nicely it felt. In addition, she could feel something hard poking her abdomen, a promise of things to come if she kept this up. To her disappointment, the kiss didn’t last nearly long enough before Eren pulled back and shoved her forcefully. She fell, body hitting the soft mattress and slightly bouncing. Her tits surely bounced, much to his amusement.

“Hey!”, she protested, but Eren didn’t give her time to talk.

Crawling over her body, he kissed her with much more force, wrenching her mouth open for him. To weaken her defenses, fingers began advancing on a different battlefield, sliding over her sex with deadly intent. He spread her open, dragged a finger through and tapped her clit, knowing exactly what to do. Despite Mikasa angling her hips and everything, Eren didn’t push a finger inside though, leaving her extremely frustrated. The bastard knew it, using the distraction to completely dominate the kiss, invading her mouth, taking everything from her. She mewled underneath his weight, body jerking. Her hands, so used to tangling in Eren’s hair during kissing could only dig fingernails into her forearms. The ropes squeezed her from all sides, and Mikasa found herself growing more and more turned on by the second. Which of course played perfectly into Eren’s cards. The magical fingers danced over her body, featherlight touches that did nothing to satisfy the hunger in her. Getting tied up by her skillful lover always lit the fire in Mikasa’s belly, and this tongue action combined with the right caress stoked the flames higher and higher.

“Eren,”, she whimpered, “stop teasing.”

All he did was shake his head.

“No.”

Mikasa whined needily, using her legs and trying to push his body closer to her. Yet Eren didn’t budge, bracing himself against the admittedly very powerful force coming from Mikasa’s strong legs. The soft material of her thigh high socks slid against his skin, whispering.

“I’ll fuck you on my terms.”, he stated, resisting the tempting pull, “Or I won’t fuck you at all.”

He leaned even closer, the ends of his long hair brushing over Mikasa’s flushed face.

“You did say that you are gonna be a good girl for me, so which one will it be?”

As if he didn’t know the answer already. When Mikasa was like this, craving the dick and full of hormones, she could be very pliant.

“Please sir, do what you want with me.”, she whispered submissively.

Officially in charge, Eren took hold of one of her legs, pushing it high while keeping the other grounded. The forced angle between her lower limbs gave him a prime view of that place between her legs, so nicely pink and glistening, begging for his attention.  Still, he couldn’t help but tease her, it was way too much fun. Carefully, Eren pressed the tip of his cock ever so gently to her sopping wet entrance but no further.

Mikasa protested wordlessly, whined and whimpered and maneuvered her hips, trying to get him inside her. But Eren was experienced with teasing, so instead of giving her what she craved he continued toying with her, driving Mikasa’s already soaring arousal into a new level. It didn’t take much, a slide of his cock over her slit, letting it bump against her clit a few times and she was practically begging with her eyes. Neither of them said a word, it wasn’t needed at the moment, the symphony of their bodies was enough to communicate. That and the sounds Mikasa was making, almost like an animal in heat. It was testing for Eren too because having her like this was almost too much. She was so fucking hot, so desperate, so helplessly tied up. Her muscles moved beneath her skin, beneath his hands as she bucked and pulled, grinding herself against him. Just give it to me, her whole being said, please.

And that was about everything Eren was willing to take. With one hand on his member to steady it and the other on the girl beneath him, he guided himself into her, pressing his cock inside, pink lips parting to accept his offering. It was always pleasant like nothing else in the world, no matter how many times he experienced it. Eren gasped in pure bliss as the warmth enveloped him from all sides, making it hard to keep the slow tempo up. Still, he managed.

Eren kept both his hands occupied. One was holding Mikasa’s right leg up high, the other anchoring the left as he kept her spread and open for him. Slow but steady, he kept pushing until most of him was inside her, rubbing the inner walls as he went. Then after getting about three-quarters of his length in, he began withdrawing, once again unhurried. His length came out slick from her juices, appearing from between the parted outer lips of Mikasa’s cunt. She gasped when Eren pulled almost all the way out, only the head remaining sheathed, struggling for air, but then lost her breath again when he pushed back in. Body tensing, her legs shook where Eren held them, toes visibly curling.

Uncaring, he pushed forward, stuffing her and feeling as her walls gave way, body accommodating to the frequent visitor. Mikasa was feverish from this torture, the tempo Eren set was not enough to satisfy her flaming desire. Her head dropped onto the bed, mouth open in silent cries and moans, hands clenched into tight fists on the small of her back, bound together. The ropes kept digging into her skin when she flexed her muscles, they kept her grounded, unable to take control over the situation. She couldn’t flip Eren and take what she wanted. She could hold him down and ride him like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t do anything, just take what he gave her.

Mikasa was incredibly tight, she always was, but Eren was relentless. The more he pushed the more her body opened for him until finally he touched the opening of her cervix. The rubbery feeling, familiar at this point, let him know that he had effectively hit rock bottom. Now he was completely inside her, bottoming out just when she couldn’t give him any more space. They really were made for one another.

Her cunt gripped him inside her hard, muscles sealing him in. Yet Eren didn’t wait. He pulled out again, almost entirely, and slid back in, only a fraction faster than before. The bump of her cervix was the signal, and he repeated the motion, and again, and again. Finally speeding up, finally picking up the tempo, Mikasa couldn’t keep the long pleasure moan inside her as it vibrated through her entire being. It was still too slow for her tastes, but it was far better than nothing. Her voice quivered, being forced to moan for him again, the fullness inside her demanding it. Mikasa arched from the bed, her body creating that perfect bridge and in response the ropes dug deeper into her skin, squeezing her breasts from all sides. He fucked her, still slow and languid, in movements that were not rushing anywhere. It was not enough, and if she was not tied up, Mikasa would have taken control of this long ago, she would….

Out of nowhere, the nice cock she was enjoying disappeared. It was gone from her heat and she was painfully empty, inner muscles clenching on nothing. Mikasa whined at the loss completely unsatisfied, loudly protesting. And again, Eren ignored her. His hand appeared, pulling hard at the ropes and she was, against her will, pulled into a kneeling position. Eren must have stood up, she realized, because facing her was not his head, but his fully erect length instead, glistening with both of their juices. The hand that pulled her body upright moved into Mikasa’s hair, taking a firm hold of the red and black strands.

“Suck me clean.”, he ordered her, exactly as demanding as Mikasa liked him to be.

With her hands tied and in a position like this, she didn’t have much choice in the matter to begin with. It was rather obvious - if she wanted to get it back inside her, she had to obey. So saying nothing, starved as she was, her cheeks red from the teasing half-fuck she got, Mikasa opened her mouth and took his throbbing cock head into her mouth. Her pink lips and warm mouth took more and more in, inch by inch she reached about halfway of Eren’s length before pulling back. The skin that was already wet from her cunt got even wetter by her mouth. Mikasa puckered her lips and spat on the cockhead where the clear droplets of pre-cum were oozing from the tip. And then she kept going.

Keeping her eyes open, she ran her tongue slowly along the underside, knowing it is a  very sensitive area. Mikasa licked him some more, like an eager cat, cleaning him exactly as she was ordered to. Then she wrapped those heavenly lips back on the swollen tip, and descended once again, mouth taking in his girth. She sucked on what was inside her, hard, making Eren groan above her, the fist in her hair tightening. He didn’t lead her, he didn’t have to, Mikasa was more than fulfilling any expectation he had.

With her mouth full of cock, Mikasa established eye contact, keeping it as she sunk lower and lower, taking more of Eren inside her mouth. Soon that was out of space, however, yet she kept going, the tip reaching the depths of her relaxed throat. Eren swore when he felt that, his eyes trained on her face, watching her pleasure him. If this was not erotic, then nothing else was.

Since her hands were tied, Mikasa couldn’t cup his balls as she usually did while giving a blowjob, couldn’t play with them, so she did her best to make up for it. The raven sucked harder and began bobbing her head, starting slowly but picking up speed. Before long the wet noise echoed in the room. From his vantage point above her, Eren had a prime view of her small, perky breasts, so nicely tied by the black and red rope, as they heaved with her efforts, nipples hard like small diamonds.

In short, Mikasa was pretty fucking good at cocksucking. She was, if anything, too good, and Eren was starting to lose himself to the feeling of her lips, her tongue adventurous as she explored all of his length. Even the light graze of teeth on the head had him gritting his own teeth. He could cum in her mouth, Eren knew that she would take it, but that wasn’t on the agenda. So, with great effort, Eren pulled at her hair, getting her greedy mouth away from his length which was now slick and completely covered in her spit.

Before she could question him, he flipped her over roughly with a strength that she wasn’t in a state to resist, Mikasa’s knees scrambling on the bedding. Eren kneeled behind her, guiding himself with one hand as he aimed for the dripping prize. The “What” died in favor of a long groan when he pushed right back inside her wet cunt, giving Mikasa no time to rest. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn’t even brace herself against the punishing pace he set, fucking her with a clear purpose on mind. Her body shook, assaulted like this, face boiling red. As her muscles involuntarily clenched, Eren watched the tattooed wings on Mikasa’s back ripple, almost like flapping, trying to get away. But she was not going anywhere. Her hands clenched around nothing, black fingernails digging into her skin, and at the same time she tried biting into the covers to muffle herself. A motion that was not needed, as they were alone and Eren did not approve of unnecessary silence. One hand holding her waist, helping her trembling knees brace against the unrelenting assault, he reached out with the other, tangling it in her short midnight hair, now all shiny with sweat. With a yank, he brought her head up.

“Don’t.”, he growled, “Scream for me.”

And scream she did, when those deepest parts of her kept being rammed, over and over, her mind clouding over with pure and raw pleasure. Mikasa liked doggystyle, liked being taken from behind, liked the depth it allowed Eren to reach. It was even better now because Eren had that special angle figured out, that one she liked the most. He also knew that she liked being prepared first before the real rough pounding and did that too with the earlier teasing. All the checkmarks were there, all the optional objectives completed, and Mikasa was getting it exactly as she liked it. Her body was losing control, even her knees were faltering, and Eren was forced to let go of her hair to keep her ass up. Mikasa’s upper body, now with nothing anchoring it, flopped back on the bed, but she didn’t silence herself anymore. She moaned, groaned, and cried out loud, giving Eren exactly the satisfaction he wanted.

To reward her, he moved his fingers down, fingering her swollen clit. The touches were light, but in combination with the pounding she was getting from behind, it was more than enough. With each rub, with each time the head of his cock kissed that deep spot, Mikasa was getting tighter and tighter, her impressive musculature clenching hard around the invading length. The fire rising inside her, her eyes slid shut as she dragged her face over the bedding, the impeding orgasm closer and closer. It was wet, very wet, some of it leaking out as he hammered into her, dripping down over his balls. She was being stuffed like a freaking turkey, again and again, full and filled. This, this was what she craved. This was better than anything else, this was the best workout.

It felt like she was losing her mind from the incredibly intense pleasure. Eren kept going and going, so rough, throwing his gentleness in the wind. The caring boyfriend was gone, replaced by this sexual monster who was giving her the grade A dicking. There was no mental preparation she could do against the tidal wave. Her mind was shattered into thousand pieces, her body helpless, Mikasa was more or less just surviving the brutal assault on her body. She surrendered everything, burned it in the fire that was flaring through her whole body now. And with the last snap she was keeled over, inferno raging freely.

Mikasa came, and she came hard, her already loud moaning rising even higher as she didn’t muffle herself at all. She screamed out loud, body shaking, drool leaving her open lips and leaking onto the covers beneath her. Her eyes rolled back and she didn’t see anything, just white as Eren continued in his attack, not even slowing down. Her cunt was clenching hard around him, her feet, covered by the black socks, kicked the mattress repeatedly in her spasms, her fists tightened so much that the knuckles were bleeding white. She dug nails into her skin again, in a faint attempt to keep a grip on reality, but it did nothing apart from scratching herself bloody, a pain she did not even feel. Mikasa was completely lost in the stream of pleasure, defenseless. And Eren took full advantage, prolonging her orgasm as much as he could, touching and fucking her in a way that made the experience the best he could deliver.

But orgasming Mikasa was too much for any mortal man to handle, her body was a beautiful trap that was now fully triggered, the muscled passage massaging his whole length in a way nothing else in the world could imitate. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how hard he clenched his teeth and how hard he squeezed her waist. Eren was too weak, so with a loud groan of his own, he came inside her, hips snapping until it was all over and they were both completely spent and done. It was a lot, way too much, dripping down on the covers underneath them, dirty and filthy and neither of them cared. There would be time to clean up later. Mikasa mewled in front of him, rubbing her face on the bedding, tired, happy and so thoroughly fucked that even her athletic body needed a break. Reaching over, Eren pushed the sweaty hair away from her face, smiling down at her afterwards.

“Hungry?”

They ate the cold pizza in comfortable silence, sprawled on the sofa. Mikasa, dressed only in a bathrobe after finally taking those damn thigh highs off and showering, had her legs in Eren’s lap giving her tired body the rest it deserved. The food might have been better when it arrived, but this was a trade she would take any day of the week. The pizza was good, and Mikasa was feeling sated on all fronts when they finished. Then a certain idea popped in her mind, something else that she hasn’t done in a while and would like, so turning to Eren she voiced her proposal.

“Hey babe, want to smoke some weed?”

“Weed?”

“Yeah, I got it from Sasha, long time ago actually. I’ve been keeping it for a special occasion I guess, so how about we do it now?”, seeing his puzzled expression, Mikasa’s brows rode up. “Wait, you’ve never done weed before?”

Eren shook his head.

“What about college? Everybody smoked there.”

“Not me though.”

Mikasa wasn’t a pothead, but living with Sasha, who was one, did make her try it a few times. It made her relax, and that was a valuable feeling in the otherwise stressful environment. The need increased even more when she started dating Eren and kept agonizing over fucking whatever they were having over. In time she grew out of it, and smoked only very occasionally nowadays, but if today was not the occasion then what was one.

“Wanna try it then? I still have my bong stashed.”

“Your bong? And I’ve never seen it?”, putting a hand on his heart, Eren continued, “What else are you hiding from me?”

She booped him on the nose.

“Many things, but I believe you’ll get to know them eventually. What about the smoke, you in?”

He was. After some basic tutorial, when Mikasa showed him how to use the thing, they managed to get a few good hits even with his coughing. Getting an idea, Mikasa inhaled some smoke again before leaning over and capturing Eren’s lips in a kiss. He was all for it until she breathed the smoke right into his mouth. Eren got a coughing fit, Mikasa got a laughing one, and it was mutually decided that it was enough drugs for one day.

With pizza and weed in her system, Mikasa was practically melting into the couch, so relaxed that being on cloud nine was probably the best definition of her mental state right now. Minutes passed without Mikasa doing anything, not even moving her body for once, letting her abused muscles rest. She probably fell asleep too, because now she was feeling rested and once again recharged. To see if Eren was also up in the chill heaven with her, Mikasa rolled over. He did look great, rested too, but his eyes were busy, studying the dance pole in the corner for some reason. Which, in turn, gave her yet another idea.

“Would you like a dance?”

He blinked at her, surprised.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Tsk, of course.”, she gave him a slow, sexy smile, “Go, sit down.”

Standing up, Mikasa shrugged off the bathrobe as that would only flap around. Walking over to the pole, she shot a look over her shoulder to see that Eren was watching her intently, green eyes following her every step. Knowing that she had his full attention, Mikasa began the show.

The raven didn’t do a pole dance naked before, but it wasn’t that different from the underwear she sometimes practiced in. Having the thing at home had certain advantages. The pole was still the same, solid metal beneath her hands. Mikasa didn’t do the hardest and most demanding forms, knowing that this was more for show than an actual workout. She focused on the sexy part, doing twirls and legwork, snaking herself around the pole with precision. While she was getting lost in the dance, Eren had a great time sitting back and watching. He did so often, but it never ceased to amaze him. Mikasa’s body was incredible, a well-oiled machine that moved exactly as its mistress wanted it to. Her every muscle worked exactly as she ordered, pushing the body as a whole beyond what normal humans could achieve. She could do that in the ring, often surprising her opponents just how strong and fast she was, and she could do that here too. Combine that with her gymnast-like flexibility, and this was by far the best pole dance Eren had ever seen in his life. If she was doing this professionally, Mikasa would, in his humble opinion, be world-class. Then again, this was his fiancé so he was most likely strongly biased.

She didn’t overwork herself, there was no need. This dance wasn’t to strengthen herself, it was to show off, and Mikasa did that flawlessly. By the time she was done, Eren was staring with mouth a bit open, completely bewitched by how she moved. Dark magic in high school might not be very effective, but this thing was certainly working. Putting both her feet back on the solid ground, Mikasa leaned on the pole, crooking her finger at her charmed victim.

He moved immediately, shuffling forward like a zombie, his eyes only for her. A good spell. Eren hands went for her immediately, as that dance was an incredibly foreplay and it got him fired up good and proper. The location was a bit unlucky, so Mikasa voiced her concern out loud, unsure how this would work.

“Here? You want to do it here?”

“Why not?

“I’m not opposed to it, I’m just wondering.”, she eyed the pole with a certain criticism in her gaze, “How?”

It wouldn’t be Eren if he let a simple logistic problem defeat him. Hoisting Mikasa up, he pressed her back against the metal, eyebrow raised.

“Like this?”

She shifted left and right, tried how it went but this wasn’t it. The metal was digging into her spine, making it uncomfortable.

“No, wait. Let me down.”

Eren did so immediately, taking a step back to let Mikasa come up with a better alternative. She turned around, holding the pole and bending over, presenting her butt as an offering. The arch of her back that she did, the perfect curve, it never failed to make Eren’s mouth water.

“How about like this?”, she suggested.

Yes, even her back was sexy as hell. The chiseled, firm shapes, the incredibly back muscles, the beautiful tattoo covering it, artistically interwoven into the porcelain skin. Coming close, Eren ran his hands over the two flawless globes that were Mikasa’s ass, silently admiring that unbelievably sexy shape.

“Yeah, this will do.”

It would be a damn shame to see such a meal in front of you and not having a taste. Seeing her pink outer lips, ready and waiting for him, Eren decided that it was time to once again bring out his oral skills. He knew for a fact that Mikasa adored them. Dropping down to his knees, Eren met her confused eyes with his own, giving her a wink.

“The position is perfect, but I think that I’ll go for a snack first.”

And he dived in, tongue first.

The pole was, in the end, a serviceable place to have sex at. After the deed was done, they just fell on the floor, laughing.

“You didn’t have to eat me out first, you know.”, she said, but Eren just raised an eyebrow, “We could have just fucked right away.”

“Why not? I know that you love it.”

“I do, but again?”, she trailed her hand over his lips, “You are so generous to me, it’s crazy.”

“Please, after that pole dance? I’d do anything for you, that thing was so fucking hot it was unreal. Plus, if you like something, ask for it, it’s good to be comfortable with what you enjoy.”

“That depends. I think I may be growing too comfortable with sex and such.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see, a week or something back I was checking if my catsuit, the black one, still fits me as it should, I wanted to use it that evening. You remember right?”

“Please, how could I forget?”

“Then you also remember that we had a delivery that day. And when the bell rang, guess who almost opened the door wearing a freaking latex bodysuit.”

“Aw, that wouldn’t be so bad though, you could always salvage that situation.”

“How exactly? How could I escape the thousand and one news articles saying: “the freaky sex life of the Azumabito’s cover girl exposed!“ Somehow I don’t think that Kiyomi would be all that happy with me.”

“You’d just have to spin the story. Make it look like you are training for a Catwoman cosplay.”

“Yeah, only if Halloween wasn’t a year away, right?”

“Maybe he would believe you, you never know. Anyway, why were you wearing it?”, he poked her in the stomach, feeling the abs shift beneath his touch, “I didn’t notice you gaining weight or anything.”

“I don’t know, I just..”, she was blushing now, looking away, “I like how it feels on my skin, even when the latex is a pain in the ass to get into. Once I finally put it on, I didn’t feel like taking it off.”

When he didn’t say anything to that confession, she looked back at his face.

“Not gonna tease me?”

“Why would I? I’m glad that you enjoy it because I surely do. You look like a goddess in it.”

“Goddes of BDSM? That’s what you called me right?”

“Sure did, and we both know that I'm just saying the truth.”

The mental picture in his head Eren another idea, so he continued.

“So how about….”

But Mikasa cut him off.

“No, I’m not putting it on now. Way too much work.”

“Oh well, can’t blame me for trying.”

“I’m not. But we can have fun even without the suit, can’t we?”

She leaned closer, almost kissing him but not really, her lips only millimeters away when she spoke.

“Any ideas?”

Eren closed the distance hungrily, capturing the elusive tease in a wild kiss before flipping them over and pushing her down, fully intent on showing her just how much fun they can indeed have.

She grumbled a bit in discomfort when Eren kept pushing until her legs were on her shoulders, completely doubling her over.

“Are we fucking or doing yoga?”, she asked.

“Can’t it be both?”

Mikasa rolled her eyes at him, and there was no way he was letting that go unanswered. Moving forward, he kept a firm hold on her ankles, forcing her body to bend even more for him, abusing the flexibility she had. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t protest again, letting Eren do as he pleased. Yet that stern expression fell completely apart when he pushed back into her, the position giving him premium access to her sex.

“Didn’t you learn anything in all these years of fighting?”, he whispered pulling back, but when Mikasa opened her mouth to answer he pushed back in, so all that came out of her was a moan. The bastard.

With a grin, he finished his thought.

“Never forget to stretch.”

He was taking it slow, languidly kissing every tattooed feather on her back. The action was very loving and unhurried, in stark contrast to the bruising lovemaking from before, but Mikasa welcomed it all the same.

“Your back is so sexy.”, he whispered in between the kisses. “It does things to me.”

“My back? Is there a part of me that is not sexy?”

“Nope. You are the perfect female specimen.”, the kisses trailed from one shoulder blade to the other, “So, are you ready for another round, princess?”

“Sure, but I’m not moving.”, she eyed him over her shoulder, a smug smirk on her face, “Do your best.”

She more felt than heard Eren’s low chuckle. It was his own damn fault, Mikasa was resting, lying on her side and staring into nothing in particular when he slithered over and started his slow worship of her tattooed skin. Not that Mikasa was opposed to it, but she wasn’t going to just get up because of him.

“I can work with that.”, he growled, his hand wrapping around her thigh.

And he did just that, parting her legs and slipping in from behind. Yet he didn’t push in, keeping his head just shy of penetration, just barely parting her outer lips. It was a technique he developed, the fastest way to get Mikasa to talk about something she would normally blush and hide her face for. Dangle the carrot in her reach but not give it to her, keep her on the edge. Mikasa’s reaction was fast. She whined, stirred her hips, tried to get Eren to slip into her. He held fast.

“Any reason for your sudden laziness?”

As expected, she answered immediately, wanting nothing more for than for Eren to just shut up and fuck. Literally.

“We haven’t done this position in a while, and I like it.”, she curled her body, sticking out her butt for easier access, “I can just lie here as the little spoon while you do all the work.”

“Miki, just say the word and I’ll do the whole Kamasutra with you.”

She giggled at that, delighted.

“You think that there is a lot we haven’t tried?”

It wasn’t the first time one of them was feeling adventurous, and that usually led to a tryout for a new position randomly found on the internet. Thanks to Mikasa’s body, work of art on its own, so far they have never been unable to do the thing. The results ranged from absolutely terrible and borderline painful that were immediately dropped to some that Mikasa loved. Eren wasn’t much of a connoisseur in this, if he had a preference it was being able to see Mikasa’s face, a cheesy line that never failed to make her blush.

“For sure. Don’t underestimate how creative some people are.”

“No rush, let’s take it one by one.”, rubbing herself on Eren’s length more, she once again voiced her need, “So quit stalling and put it in.”

Pressing forward, Eren filled her, the position and angle allowing his cock to reach a great depth within her. It also gave him prime access to both Mikasa’s neck and ears, places where she was highly sensitive. Taking full advantage he mouthed her ear, tonguing the piercings before whispering.

“Your wish is my command.”

Sometimes, even being the peak specimen, they needed a break. It was a haze, madness, and Mikasa doubted that it was the weed. They were drunk and high, but not on drugs, on each other. And now that she thought about it, she was ready for another dose. Looking over where Eren was, Mikasa decided that it was time to see if her supplier had something in stock for her. Also, she could ask what the status was on the little endurance contest they had going on. There was no way in hell that an Ackerman was losing – as long as she was breathing, Mikasa would never admit defeat. She rolled on top of Eren, seating herself on her fallen lover.

“How are you doing, loser?”

He scoffed up at her, hands taking hold of her hips.

“I didn’t give up yet.”

“Then what was that:”, Mikasa dropped her voice lower, doing her best to imitate Eren’s tone, “M-Miki please, I c-can’t…. Not again… Oh god…”

She interlaced her speech with a lot of groans and moaning to drive her point home. In turn, his hands on her waist tightened, halting the back-and-forth rocking Mikasa was doing to illustrate her point. Not only to stop her making fun of him, but also because it was doing things to him that he was not yet ready to follow through with.

“I feel like you’re mocking me.”, he growled.

She quirked an eyebrow.

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“It’s not that I mind, but It is kind of hypocritical.”

“Why is that?”

“I do remember a foot on my head, pushing me away from someone’s pussy, because”, now it was Eren doing the imitating, pushing his voice higher to match Mikasa’s “Babe, I-I ne-need a minute, It’s to-too m-much…”

She frowned at him.

“Oral is cheating.”

That made him laugh, the sound shaking his body beneath her thighs. Seated as she was, it shook Mikasa too.

“So me eating you out is cheating, but you sucking my soul out is fine?”

“Well it’s fair, you get to use ropes so it’s balanced.”

“I don’t remember having the monopoly on that,”, Eren’s fingers started doing those small circles on Mikasa’s hipbones, a more or less unconscious reflex at this point, “You can tie me up too, if you want…”

“I need way more gear to do it right, you grab a rope and…”, she made a booming gesture, “Blow my mind.”

Not sure how to react to such a compliment, Eren just smiled. Because what is the right reaction when your girlfriend tells you that you are very good at rope bondage?

“Thanks. I love you too my rope bunny.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a term I found on the internet while doing some err.. research. Apparently it’s a person who enjoys being bound so.”, he tapped her on the thigh, “You.”

Mikasa considered it for a moment but then shook her head.

“Nope, I don’t like it. Drop it.”

“Really? It’s kinda cute…”

However, she was decided. Reaching over Eren’s chest, she tapped him, hard, right in the middle. At the same time, her voice got filled with that murderous low tone that always made Eren shiver, and not in a good way. Mikasa was terrifying when she wanted to be and it didn’t matter that she was naked and seated on top of him. It was like flipping a switch – at first, she was the sexiest thing alive and then switch she made Eren want to salute and straighten his back while also cowering in fear at the same time. One of a kind.

“Drop. It.”

Well, he tried.

“Yes my queen.”

She rewarded him with a smile.

“Now that’s more like it. Know your place, fuckboy.”

“Really?”

“You’re experimenting, I’m experimenting. But don’t worry, I don’t like that one either, I think that I’ll stick with Eren.”

He snorted beneath her.

“Thanks.”

Pleased by how quickly he obeyed, Mikasa ran her hands over his firm body, stopping the cup his once again hard member.

“Now look,”, she purred, “ Is this for me?”

She was so immersed in the kiss that she didn’t even realize where Eren was taking her. But when Mikasa’s naked skin slid along something slightly fuzzy and soft, she had to break away to see. Oh. A pool table. Her thoughts got jumbled right after, because after Eren so unceremoniously dumped her on the table, he parted her thighs and bowed his head, going to work. Eren was an artist with his mouth, so whatever Mikasa wanted to ask was promptly forgotten, and didn’t resurface until after she came, her body writhing on top of that strange new surface.

“Why do we even have a pool table?”, she panted the question out, “It’s not like we use it.”

Eren looked like he didn’t want to answer, too absorbed in lining himself up properly, not even bothering with wiping his face. But when Mikasa tugged on his hair, he did raise his eyes.

“We are using it right now.”, he said, making Mikasa giggle.

“I don’t think that the table was designed for fucking.”

“Doesn’t matter. WE bought it, we can use it for what we want to.”

He stopped all of a sudden, the tip of his member just touching Mikasa’s sex, only the slightest part inside her velvety heat.

“Should I get off of you and set the table?”, he even had the indecency to smirk down at her, “We can play pool if you want, sink some balls.”

Instead of answering, Mikasa wrapped her legs around him and pulled hard, basically forcing Eren to slide into her in one quick motion. As he didn’t expect it, Eren made the most embarrassing moan, eyes widening.

“Maybe later.”, she said, “For now, forget the balls and focus on sinking Into me.”

Eren didn’t need to be told twice, bracing himself on the pool table, he drove into her, once again taking control of the situation. That didn’t mean that Mikasa stopped moving, her hips were still rising to meet his, her legs kept pushing and pulling in sync with the movements, she was very much an active party. With that much friction given by the cloth on the pool table, her body wasn’t sliding that much, something Eren was grateful for. He could drive into her with more force, a notion Mikasa appreciated with a deep purr in her throat. And when she closed her eyes and craned her neck, getting closer and closer to the edge, a single thought flashed through her mind.

You know what, maybe the pool table wasn’t such a bad investment.

His fingers trailed her ass, passing her sex and moving until the tips pressed against the other hole.

“What about here?”, Eren asked, “Another thing we haven’t done in a while.”

True enough, and Mikasa nodded almost enthusiastically. She did remember that it could feel really good, with adequate preparation that is, and Eren was trained enough to know that.

“Get the lube.”

While Eren retrieved the item, Mikasa scrambled herself up to the hands and knees position, presenting her ass the best she could. Eren appreciated it with a hum and gentle caress of her butt. The fingers that probed into her Mikasa expected, relaxing her muscles and pushing back to help Eren slide in. At this point, they were rather experienced with this. After one finger came two, stretching her out in preparation for the sex. Or so she thought. Wrongly, because the next thing that came after Eren withdrew his hand wasn’t his cock, unless it froze when Mikasa wasn’t looking. The object was warmed a bit, by his mouth she guessed, but still colder than what she thought was going to slip inside her. It wasn’t that hard to guess that it was a plug.

“I th-thought we are going to f-fuck.”, she panted out, words hard to form while Eren worked the toy into her butt.

“You said it yourself, there is no rush.”, he pulled back a bit, once again stretching her with the widest part, “I want you to be prepared.”

Eren had a plan, and when he had a plan Mikasa didn’t argue. It was much more fun to simply play along. Once she was properly plugged, Eren smirked on the image in front of him. The toy had a heart-shaped decoration at the end, which was now settled between her cheeks, creating a rather pleasing view. This stage done, he stood up, meeting Mikasa’s unsteady gaze and red cheeks.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

The stare she gave him was hilarious, but Eren didn’t blame her. It was a strange thing to ask. In way of answering the unspoken “What the fuck?” question, he fished out the toy’s remote control from his pocket.

“I promise it’s gonna be fun.”

Seeing that he was completely serious, Mikasa let out a frustrated laugh, shaking her head. Eren was impossible sometimes. Getting up from her compromising position, she had to bite her bottom lip to keep the moan the toy’s shift inside her produced. And she played along.

“Okay, let me get dressed.”

Eren wasn’t lying, the movie was fun, made even better by the random vibration that certain someone kept sending through her body, building that mountain of frustration inside her. Yet she held, knowing that this was the game, a small friendly wager if she could hold herself back until it was over. In her stubbornness, she couldn’t let the smug devil that was her boyfriend have this one. Yet as soon as the movie was over, Mikasa was right on top of him, growling in the animalistic desire.

“Get your fucking dick out.”

And for the second time in a few hours, Eren had the feeling that disagreeing would cost him a few broken bones. Only a feeling, as Mikasa wouldn’t hurt him, but it was there and it made him shiver once again. Angry Mikasa was scary, and horny Mikasa wasn’t that far behind. Making peace with his fate, which was some incredible anal sex with Mikasa’s firm and shapely backside, Eren surrendered, saying the same phrase that he did not that long ago.

“Yes my queen.”

It was sunny outside, which meant that it was day, yet Mikasa could not care less. She didn’t know if Eren was passed out or not, lying next to her in their love nest, or if he was simply silently recharging for the next round. She was tired, beyond tired even, but in the best of ways, worn out by the most pleasant physical activity she knew besides fighting.  They’ve been at this for what, hours? Days? Mikasa lost count on how many times they finished each other off. If there ever was marathon sex than this was it. In accordance with her previous wish, Eren found an article online and they tried several new positions as well as dusted off some places they haven’t had sex on in a while. She was satisfied in every way, and it was only the stupid competition they had that made her reach out, poking Eren in the crotch. He groaned, eyes opening to look into hers. Grey meeting green, Mikasa smirked at him, pressing her palm against the soft member. She used him so much, the raven wasn’t sure if Eren even could get hard anymore.

“Seriously Miki?” he hissed, voice as tired as she felt, “What am I to you? A sexbot?”

With a giggle, Mikasa once again rolled on top of him, taking her favorite seat.

“Of course, why else would I spend all these years training you?”, her hand dragged down over his face, making a brief stop at his lips before descending to lay flat against Eren’s beating heart, “I’m just collecting on my time investment. With interest.”

“Large fucking interest, if I say so myself.”

“That’s how it works babe. And…”, she scooted closer, gracefully, whispering into his ear, “I don’t hear you complaining.”

“Kinda hard to..”

“Besides,”, she pulled back again, “Wasn’t it you who said, and I quote: “blowjob is an art”?”

“That was years ago!”, he whined, cursing Mikasa and her perfect memory, “I was eighteen and just got some action for the first time in my life! I was trying to motivate you since you didn’t seem that much into it at the beginning…”

“Geez, I wasn’t super stoked about having a dick down my throat. Who could have ever guessed that!”

“I mean…”

She waved his protest aside.

“Its fine, fine. I learned to like it anyway, with practice. My point is, you have all this big talk about that and you don’t think that eating pussy is not? You know how many times I had to guide you, step by step, to tell you exactly what to do and how I like it?”

“I remember Miki.”, he grinned up at her, “I was there.”

“Well then you know how many hardships I had to endure to get you to the point you are at now.”, she huffed in satisfaction, once again gently caressing Eren’s cheek, “Perfectly serviceable lover, finely tuned specifically for my pleasure. You know every position I like, every sensitive part of my body, everything.”

She tapped him on the nose.

“So why the hell wouldn’t I use you as much as I can?”, shifting her weight, so more of her naked ass was pressing right against Eren’s length, she smiled when feeling the familiar hardening, “Your body agrees with me.”

“You don’t play fair.”, he accused her.

“All is fair in love and war.”, she countered straight back.

Mikasa was obviously dead set on getting off again, but Eren still felt like his thing wasn’t ready, so he switched his voice into a pleading one.

“Mercy, please. I need to recharge, not everyone has a body like you do.”

A body that was an almost never tiring machine, capable of a wide variety of activities – everything from fighting to fucking and many more. Sex is a physical effort too, and unless Eren tied her up, Mikasa was very much active during it. The thing is, Eren could push Mikasa to her limits, exhaust her just as well as she did it to him, but he needed the assistance of his wide variety of sex toys. Here, skin to skin, with Mikasa unbound and only one butt plug to assist him, he was finding himself outmatched. Not by a large margin mind you, he more than held his own and Mikasa was perfectly satisfied with his performance, but it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t push for more. Overcome your limits, not only in the ring but in the bedroom too.

Yet it was very important to understand when your partner cannot perform anymore, and Mikasa was a generous goddess.

“Fine,”, she agreed, backing down, “ I don’t want to break you after all.”

“Why is that?”

A wink.

“You are my favorite toy.”

The line rang once, twice, thrice, fourth and then fifth time, making Levi frown. Mikasa was usually quite reliable when it came to answering his calls, she knew he didn’t do it unless there was something of importance to discuss. Just as he was about to end the call and try later, there was a crack and a familiar voice.

“Mikasa’s phone, Eren here.”

“Hey, can you give me the brat? I need to talk to her.”

“Sorry, but she’s at the shower right now. Should I give her a message?”

Levi sighed. Of course, she was busy when he needed her - that was just his luck.

“Fine, tell her to swing by tomorrow, we need to talk about the sponsorship shit from Hizuru.”

“I’ll let her know.”

“Good, good. You take care Eren.”

“You too Levi, see you.”

Putting the phone down, Eren ended the call. Carefully, he put it back on the dresser, turning around. What he told Levi wasn’t entirely accurate – Mikasa wasn’t in a shower, but she was very much unable to accept the call in her current situation. The smug smile spread over his face, Eren took a minute to admire her current situation, as it was his handiwork. If he wanted to be honest with Levi, he could have said that his fiancé is a bit tied up at the moment.

Mikasa was standing, or rather balancing herself, on just the toes of one of her legs. The other was pulled up and bent at the knee, secured in that position by ropes. Those sneaked all the way over her body, like a web, immobilizing her completely. Her torso and breasts were tied too, several crisscrossing lines that made a very nice pattern against her pale skin. Mikasa’s hands were tied behind her back, forearms pressed together. Two lines also ran down her abs, between the forcefully spread thighs and framed her sex, positioned so they would rub against her outer lips, teasing and not fulfilling. All these ropes connected at the top, leading up the ceiling where they were anchored, suspending her in the air. Eren calculated the height so the only part of her that could touch the ground here the tips of her left leg’s toes, her weight was held up by the ropework itself. And that was not all.

There were clamps on her nipples, small weight pulling them down. Her chest and abdomen were full of red wax stains, remnants from a little candle fun they had earlier. Even gagged, she made the cutest sounds when he dripped the hot substance on her nipples. Mikasa's eyes were hidden behind a thick blindfold and her mouth was held open by the aforementioned black ballgag, drool trickling down her chin. The silver letters on her collar glistened when she moved her head, moaning weakly into the rubber. Eren didn’t blame her. Pulling the remote control from his pocket, he increased the vibrations on the egg vibrator hidden deep inside her cunt. She reacted immediately, the moan changing into a long whine as Mikasa craned her neck, muscles tensing as she swayed in the rigging. He had been playing with her body for some time now, using several toys and instruments, making her extremely sensitive at this point.

Retrieving the flogger from where he dropped it once Mikasa’s phone started ringing, Eren walked over to where she was bound. Her head angled towards him once he drew near, searching, a non-descript sound coming from behind the gag. It was most likely her begging, Eren realized, circling her suspended body. He did a good job – the rope was as much of decoration, in the complicated shapes he created, as it was a restraint -the ropework was beautifully done, not leaving a single part of her body unbound. Even the tattooed wings on Mikasa’s back were crossed over by a rope, completing the illusion of a captured angel, fully at his mercy. And the devil was here to play.

Not hitting her yet, Eren dragged the flogger over her body, loving how she tensed against the soft touch. Her ass was nicely red, also his doing, whipped into that pretty color. It reminded him of the wax he dripped on her, stuck to Mikasa’s heated sweaty skin. There was also the end of the anal hook there, protruding from between her flawless buttcheeks, the clip smartly secured to the ropes around her body, pulled tightly. It was doubly as cruel now because hanging in the air like this, Mikasa had almost no control over it. Suspended, a part of Mikasa’s weight was carried by the hook itself, so the pressure was unrelenting. And when her body spasmed, either from pain or pleasure, it pulled at the hook and it shifted in her, merciless. It was truly a hellish contraption that he had bound his lover into. There was a lot he had done to her so far, and Eren could see the result of his efforts rather clearly. The proof of her arousal and enjoyment was running down Mikasa’s strong thighs, glistening and mixing with the sweat, soaking the ropes that tied her legs, held her helplessly open for him to have fun with.

Inspection done, Eren circled her completely, coming back to stand in front of her. Reaching down, he took hold of her face, turning her to him. Very carefully, he pushed the sweat matted short locks from her face, knowing how hyper-aware she is of his every touch. With your senses gone, the remaining ones tend to sharpen, Eren knew that for a fact as he was often put into a similarly vulnerable position on Mikasa’s dom days.

He was sure that Mikasa was looking at him, although he couldn’t see it through the blindfold, most likely begging with her eyes in addition to the muffled sounds leaking from behind the gag alongside the drool. He had the tied-up angel’s full attention.

“So…”, he drawled, thumbing her scar gently, knowing that there would be enough time to get rough in a moment. Eren was far from being done with her.

“Remind me kitten, where were we?”

#eremika #fanfic #snk #aot

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So here comes another valentine's gift for the glorious @franks-mixtape ! If y'all remember the 2 Franks that are brothers and werewolves that I wrote some time ago, this is going from that again because I thought about it randomly and felt like I then needed more of it sooooooo yeah! If you DON’T know, the gist is being that his Frank and my Frank are half brothers. Father being a werewolf to both which resulted in his Frank being a halfling, while mine is whole werewolf due to different mothers. 19 years apart until both came to Ormond where they met up and figured out they’re brothers. So there ya go!

Warning(s): probs just standard cussing, buuuut that’s it lol

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A Wednesday. Worst day for the 14th to fall on. Especially since it’s in the middle of the school week. Frank James Morrison sat there in the last class for the day, English. The teacher decided to focus on how Valentine’s day started from some dude who got executed in Rome or some shit. He wasn’t paying attention, finding it useless to learn about. Emerald green eyes lazily gazed around the room till they landed on his brother’s russet hair.

Frank Fenik Morrison was there a few seats to James’s left, amber eyes were trailing over the printed paper the teacher had passed out previously. As much as he was into literature, if he wanted to learn history on a subject of a man who was killed for trying to teach his religion to the Romans, he would’ve in his history class.

Fenik really was just idly taking his pencil to scribble a random design on a blank spot on the paper, the teacher’s voice seeming muffled in the background. Darkening some lines on the drawing, he felt a nudge in his mind, like someone nudging him with their arm. He lifted his eyes up and flickered to the side where gemstone eyes met and locked.

‘Dude. This shit is boring. Can’t we just.. skip out on this?”

‘I wish. But we can’t or shit’ll go down. Plus, they’ll know it’s us since we have the same exact name, minus the middle name.’

This made the raven-haired Frank sigh out loudly. He slightly scrunched his face up at hearing his other half chuckle both from a distance (thanks to his heightened hearing) and in his mind. Since figuring out the two had the same father, name, preference in tattoos, music, and other things, it made for the two getting along pretty easily. It resulted in a sort of bond to form. Since their father was a werewolf, it resulted in an animal like bond to form, that ran deeper than a standard sibling bond. Emotions, feelings, and thoughts were connected. It resulted in a mind link to have basically silent conversations.

‘Jesus fuckin Christ we have thirty minutes left of this bullshit. Feels like it’s taking foreverrrr!’

Fenik had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. Hearing him complain like a child made for lightening the boring mood. The internal complaining actually helped pass the time till the bell rang. Kids instantly got up with grabbing backpacks and shoulder bags alike and hurried for the door as the teacher called out that their homework from 2 days ago is due by Friday. Most likely, no one paid attention.

The two Morrisons waited at the bottom of the steps of Fairview, waiting on the other three of their odd pack in the snow. It didn’t take long for Julie, Susie, and Joey to come out. Julie adjusted her coat she has on as she hurried a bit down the stairs, being mindful of the snow-covered steps as she went over to the russet-haired Frank and planted her lips to his. This drew a very pleased growl from him as he kissed her back. Thankfully, those dreaded words to the holiday weren’t uttered.

“A’ight sluts! What’s the plan for today for shit to fuck up?” James asked, the name making Joey chuckle. “I’m lookin’ for chaos to burn down the grossness I feel from all this love shit.”

“I second that. There’s this jackass that’s been trying to feel Susie up in history when it comes to turning in work,” Julie huffed out. This made Joey look at the pinkett with concern on his face.

“And ya haven’t said anything?” Susie looked away at the tallest’s question which made him sigh. “Sus, ya gotta tell us when this kind of stuff happens..”

Her head only lowered before she pulled her hood up to hide her face. Joey had let out a sigh and draped an arm over her shoulders before looking at the other three. Amber, emerald, and brown eyes met and they all shared the same thought.

‘Trash the fucker’s place’

-

To cut things short, finding where the guy lives wasn’t hard. They did the standard: Egging the house, toilet paper thrown and draped over trees and parts of the house. But the brothers took it an extra step by managing to get up on the house with wadded up toilet paper, where they then shoved it down the chimney to block it up since smoke was coming out of it. And they were out as quickly as they came with a job well done. 

They all split to head to their homes, hearing distant sirens meaning the house called the fire department which was sweet music to them. Of course, the russet-haired teen snuck over to Julie’s place after her father passed out for their... usual time together. Raven, as another nickname to call James rather than by his middle name like Fenik, was laying there in bed till about midnight he heard his name being called through that mind link.

‘Thought you were busy bangin’ up Jules.’

‘Shut up and get your ass out here.’

‘Fiiine. But I still wanna hear about your adventures in the pussy caaaave!’

James snickered when he bet the other was rolling his eyes outside, but he got out of bed to get dressed in his usual letterman with an extra layer underneath since it is midnight and it’s still winter. Out the window he went and onto the ground below where his brother is standing and waiting.

“Alright, whatcha want butt sniffer?”

“Don’t. Anyway, thought it be nice to hang out since school has been riding out asses with work to get us “prepared for college” which I could care less for.”

The raven-haired teen nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit. Ffffuck I hate being a senior.”

“I feel that,” Fenik agreed with a nod of his head. As usual, the two headed into the forest since it is their escape, and the only way that the wolves within the both of them can be let out. It’s a nice reliever since a lot of the times going out was never an option and it would make them feel cramped.

Usually, they don’t speak when out in the forest unless they do their usual practice. But for now, it was nothing but a run. Fenik in full wolf with James keeping up at an easy stride. Surprisingly, there was no clouds which let for the moon to shine bright in the sky and reflect off the snow, practically lighting their path. 

They didn’t know how long they’ve been running, but they did come to a stopping point when the two Morrisons came across a big tree. It was there they stopped and flopped down at the base at the big roots, James leaning on Fenik and a hand running through the rust-colored fur in slow strokes.

“Ya know... I’m a bit jealous you can shift and I can’t..”

“Seriously? I dunno. I’d be pretty happy with just the heightened senses n shit.”

This made for emerald eyes to look at the wolf, which in return, amber looked back at the halfling. Concern was felt on both sides. Concern for how one felt left out of things, and concern for how the other didn’t care if shifting was a thing or not. James scooted himself a bit close to be able to wrap an arm around the back of the head of the large wolf and pressed his forehead to his, letting silence overtake the quiet between he two of them.

Something happened since one moment the raven-haired teen was small in comparison to the wolf with clothes on, to suddenly not and... the same size. It was like his body just relaxed for him to suddenly shift, but the realization got for the two to jump up onto their paws and look at each other.

James now was suddenly the same height, same build. Black fur made him look like a shadow o the white snow. Vibrant green eyes stood out like unknown lights in the darkest parts of the forest. The two were quiet, before sounds of excitement left them and they became nothing but giant mounds of fur and limbs with barks and yaps leaving them.

What felt like hours of nothing but romping around in the snow, they both flopped down panting with tongues hanging out of open mouths and tails swishing in the snow. Two sets of gemstone eyes gazed up at the night sky, the moon nothing but a white orb to the side of their vision.

“I hate valentine’s, but this? This is the greatest fuckin’ gift nature let me have haha!” James boofed out, letting his paws stretch out in front of him. It felt like all his limbs were sore from being contained, and finally was allowed to be out.

“Oh trust me. Being this way is heavenly. Feels like what freedom from the system should be. And now that you can shift, we can do this a hell of a lot more. And no one can stop the hell we’ll raise.” Fenik let out a chuff, a canine version of a chuckle. The black pelted one chuffed as well before rolling onto his side and laying close to the rusted pelt one and pressed close.

They were content like that, black mixing with rust, emerald and amber. It took only a nudge from Fenik to say that it’s best they get going. James got up and shook the snow from his fur, waiting for his brother to get up. Both standing, they trotted off to the edge of the forest where they shifted back to their human selves.

“This weekend. Can... we go running again? And... maybe teach me some wolf stuff since now I can shift?”

“Hell yeah man! I’ll be waiting ‘round seven. Sound good?”

James nodded with a slight smile before it fell. There was hesitation, but Fenik could feel it and brought his brother close for a hug. He melted into it and hugged the other back. They stood like that for some beats before breaking it off and headed to their homes with goodbyes through the link. Days and nights for now on were gonna be different, but they were gonna be hella enjoyable and that feeling of being left out vanished. Everything felt right, just as it should be. 

#frank morrison #wolf frank #brother franks au #franks-mixtape #legion dbd #dbd #dead by daylight #my writings #HERE'S TO YOU YA TWINK HAPPY VALENTINE'S

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

『Take His Hand Countdown - 5』

Love was a strange concept. Difficult to find, even harder to navigate. Malleus didn’t expect to find it here, in Night Raven College’s halls, yet the girl he’d run into in that very first day had other ideas in mind. Unintentionally, yet, it was something that many saw coming. Even other Diasomnia students had difficult approaching Malleus Draconia; he tried to avoid telling Bronwen his name to avoid her from acting the same. It was why his heart dropped when a student told her directly.

“Don’t you realize that you were just talking to Malleus Draconia?”

He thought she’d avoid him. Bronwen just blinked in confusion.

“Does it matter?”

Some time after that day, seeing Bronwen at every lunch period and working with her in class when possible, Malleus started to get an odd feeling in his chest. He feared it was an issue with his heart- perhaps something had gone wrong with a potion or spell another student made?- but Lilia shook his head. He’d smiled at Malleus knowingly, chuckled even. Lilia gave no true answer, only stating “you will learn in due time, Malleus. There is nothing to worry about.” It didn’t help, it only frustrated him, but Malleus trusted Lilia’s judgement. So he waited, spending more and more time with this fascinating human girl.

She was a little thing- in truth, she looked tiny beside him. Even without the horns, Malleus stood comfortably at 6’5, while Bronwen was only 5’3- even with her heels, she wasn’t much taller. Yet, she spoke to him without fear, and when Bronwen did find herself afraid of something she still stood up straight and confronted it. Her smile shone like the stars to him, her eyes beautiful and bright like a true, clear window into her soul. She was kind, empathetic- always thinking of him, every present she brought him ‘just because I thought of you’ always with great meaning behind it. When he spoke his frustrations to her, Bronwen always listened intently, and each time found just the right words to soothe his soul. Perhaps that was why Malleus came to adore her voice so much- or perhaps it was simply because it was hers. Regardless, while picking his favourite thing about Bronwen was nigh impossible, he felt that her voice captured her beauty so well. Expressive, soothing- always what it needed to be, and uniquely hers, spinning words with turns of phrase he hadn’t heard anywhere else.

That wonderful voice was what he got lost in the moment he identified that strange feeling; the one that had been plaguing him for far too long now. Bronwen was excitedly telling him a story of her home, specfically the sheer joy and wonder she felt when she’d been to a theme park for the first time. There was such a distinct flutter of his heart when she’s placed her hand over his, closing her eyes and swinging her legs a bit to let out some excess energy. Right then was the moment that it struck him just what this was.

‘I’m in love with her.’

Bronwen didn’t expect to find love either, however. In truth, she had sworn it off for some time. At twelve years old, taking a look at herself, Bronwen swore that she wouldn’t date or fall in love. She told herself it wouldn’t happen- it wasn’t allowed, she needed more time to find herself. Back then she felt like a ghost, empty inside and simply drifting, dying every day yet strangely still alive. She recovered some, but once she found herself Night Raven- tripping in front of Malleus Draconia- she made an exception to her vow.

“If I find that special person I’ve been dreaming of, then I’ll abandon that vow.”

She discovered so much about herself that it felt right to say that. Perhaps she’d simply recognized the joy she’d stumbled across when she found Malleus; this tall, beautiful stranger, who captivated her at first sight. Bronwen didn’t say a word, but wanted to know more. As she sought him out, inviting him to lunch and asking him to be her lab partner, maybe she should have recognized the reason why her cheeks turned pink and her heart became caught in her throat. Yet, still denying that truth, she went to her other close friend there- Lilia Vanrouge. The look of delight on his face should have told her something. But it didn’t. “All will make sense with time. I simply ask that you stay beside him.” Bronwen had nodded, and told Lilia one thing.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Bronwen should have known when she was sketching Malleus in her drawing book, or smiling whenever he walked into sight. She should have known as she wrote the name ‘Draconia’ in careful, cursive letters, drawing hearts near it without so much as a second thought. She should have known when she was writing a letter home to her brother, spending almost a full page telling him about ‘the most wonderful person I’ve ever met’ and how something just felt right when she spent time with him. Yet, she didn’t notice. Not until they stopped during a walk one night, watching the stars as she told Malleus a childhood story. She didn’t even really process her own words, just letting her mind string the tale together naturally. Her heart jumped when she placed her hand over his, swinging her legs to let her excitement out and closing her eyes to dodge his gaze. Sometimes, just how wonderful Malleus was overwhelmed her.

He never judged her for the way she looked, she was always so sweet and kind to her. Malleus accosted Bronwen as she was, and whenever they crossed paths, he always seemed to happy to see her. His laugh made her day that much brighter, and Bronwen could swear on her life that his smile made the sun go dark with envy. Malleus made her feel safe- cared for, wanted. He’d only hugged her a few times, but whenever he did, Bronwen just wanted to stay there forever. So in that moment, where Bronwen had to take a breath before continuing her take more calmly- that was when she knew.

‘I found the person I’ve been dreaming of.’

Neither said a thing, so the other didn’t know. But in truth, at the exact same moment, they both realized that they were in love.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･♡･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

*listening to A Thousand Years while writing this* I swear I’m not a sap.

Anyway, it’s day 3 already! Time really goes by fast… this day was more about the story than the picture, so I hope that you enjoyed it. See you with the next piece tomorrow~ )^o^(

#self ship #self insert #the dreamer’s polaroids #romantic; once upon a dream #take his hand countdown #the dreamer’s diary of escapism