#...to some extent. they'll always be a little soft and round in the face

[byanyan]

fun reminder that byan is over 6' in most of their boots

[merakiui]

Tweels defff have a spit kink and cum kink and anything to do with slimy sticky body contact, sandwiching darling, just overall some really gross stuff,

They really love the idea of darling smelling like them and being marked as theirs to the extent of exhibitionism.

Thigh riding in the middle of a lecture, cock warming while testing drinks in mostro lounge while having to review and talk about the drink in front of people, confiscated panties while cum drips out of your pussy. They would flash you and flex the fact that the rest of the school got no bitches.

Ace deuce would have boners when they see you because they just don't see you the same anymore after all the things the tweels done.

Heck, even jack would start looking at you funny with a flushed face and wagging tail along with a massive problem down there.

You would have no one to run to for protection other than the octo trio because the rest of the school was much 'worse' despite that your subconscious is aware that it's not true.

Not to mention Azul just adding salt to the wound by posting blackmail pictures of darling and spreading it around campus. (Those assholes be gaslighting as fuck)

The school has just became a pack of wolves against one tiny little lamb. Oh poor darling, not even Crowley would save you, he too is a wolf....well crow(?)

At that rate you are just contained in a room always slimy from the cum and spit they always give you, as long as you are safe right?

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, marking/biting, mentions of blood/spit, captivity/confinement)

The twins are both shameless when it comes to sex. Floyd's fingered you during lectures so many times now, to the point where other students start to expect it when they notice Floyd's hands wandering. You can beg and whine all you want; he's still going to curl his fingers inside you and relish in the way you squirm and bite down on your hand to muffle your sounds. He hates when you do that and it'll only spur him onwards in his endless teasing, until you're practically sobbing as he stretches your pussy with his slender digits.

Jade won't touch you during class. Instead he'll make sure there's a vibrator inside you and he'll use its various settings and intensities to play with you during the lecture. You poor thing, he thinks as he peers at you, but there's no pity in his thoughts. Watching you grab at the cauldron during alchemy lessons when the intensity surprises you or seeing how you lower your head onto your desk during history lectures greatly amuses Jade. He's a little disappointed if you cum before class ends. He would have liked to edge you a little longer. Oh well. At least he can train you to get better at these things.

Both of the twins love double penetration. They'll hush you when you struggle and whimper about how there's no way both of them will fit inside, and they'll take that as a fun challenge. Your teary-eyed expression only entices them more. They'll turn you into a sobbing, moaning mess when you're sandwiched between them. Floyd complains that Jade's greedy dick is taking up too much space; Jade chuckles and says that your hole's just too tight for both of them, but you'll get accustomed to the sizes and stretch eventually. :)

Their kisses are sloppy and hungry; it's all teeth and tongue. You practically exchange breath and saliva with every kiss. Jade's arguably more romantic when it comes to kissing. There are times when his kisses are genuinely soft and loving, a stark contrast to the sharpness in Floyd's impatient kisses. Your lips are always bruised and bloodied by the time they're through kissing you.

Additionally, they love having their mouths on you whenever they can (eating you out is a very fun hobby of theirs)! You're littered in love bites after just one round and you can always tell who left which because Jade's are usually shallow bites, whereas Floyd's are deep enough to draw blood. He's threatened to bite your jugular before and the brief fear that flashed across your face was enough to get him hard again. You know he'd never do that, but sometimes Floyd can be a little...destructive with the things he loves.

Their 'love' is always messy and destructive, truthfully, and you used to fight them. You learn rather quickly that your protestations mean nothing and they'll smother you in their version of violent love. If they fuck you enough, they might even condition you to expect sex whenever they're around. All it takes is a single glance and you'll know. They'll train you to accommodate them in the best of ways.

You're almost always covered in marks that the twins leave (most being in difficult to cover areas) and the other students struggle to see you as a fellow student. You're really just stress relief for Jade and Floyd, and Jack feels so bad for you. Of course he's ashamed when he thinks about you in such a lewd way, and Deuce curses himself for thinking such thoughts whenever he sees the twins walking beside you, their hands holding you in place when you stumble, cum-spattered thighs trembling. Ace wants a chance with you, too. It's really not fair that the twins get to have you. Floyd laughs when he overhears this. So Crabby wants to fuck his little shrimpy? As if his sad excuse for a dick can satisfy you.

Anyone who even tries to lay a hand on you risks broken bones and bloody noses. The twins are always happy to defend their precious mate. They'll even return to their room (all bloodied and disheveled from the brawl) where you're chained and naked and kneel before you, asking for head pats and kisses and other rewards for the job well done. And since they're in such a good mood, they'll even be gentle when they fuck you (although that won't last long when Floyd hears your cute gasps and moans).

Working at the lounge, especially with a boss like Azul, is so stressful and taxing. Floyd complains endlessly about how annoying Azul can be and he'll return to you for a quick pick-me-up. Jade can manage the work well, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get stressed. Of course it's a lot managing lounge work, Vice Housewarden duties, and wayward souls who break the terms of their contracts. He'll want some reassurance from you, too. Sometimes that comes in the form of having you pinned against Azul's desk in the VIP room or pushed against the glass of the aquarium while he's in his mer form for some after hours sex. When it comes to fucking you in their true forms, they're a lot more particular about where they cum, which is almost always inside. And they're so much bigger in those forms, too. You'll probably pass out after a round or two from the sheer exhaustion and pleasure, but that won't stop them.

Things are considerably different when you're with Azul, should you be afforded a break from the twins. He serves you a delicious (on the house) dinner and the two of you eat in the privacy of the lounge after hours before he takes you back to his room. He's very suave about everything and is so very gentle when you're under him. He always, always frowns when he sees just how marked and bruised you are and he'll kiss each bite, new and old, and murmur sweet praises against your skin. You're so beautiful, you're so pretty, you're his sweet, lovable angelfish, you're his perfect human. So many wonderful things are spoken in the dimly lit confines of his room, and if you focus solely on him and his treatment of you you're able to ignore the twins for just a brief moment.

Azul lies beside you afterwards, and the both of you gaze at the ceiling in silence. He doesn't like it when you're quiet and he encourages you to speak your mind. What happens in Azul's presence stays with Azul; that's a promise he will never break no matter what. His hand closes around yours and you'll look at him with glassy eyes. He can't quite say it, even when he works himself up to the confession. Instead, the two of you talk about very random things. You get to hear his genuine laugh, see his genuine smile, witness the real Azul when he's most comfortable. You'll fall asleep in his arms and your dreams are so soft and saccharine. He's always there when you wake in the morning, a comforting presence who asks how you slept, if you had sweet dreams, if you're hungry.

It's almost enough to make you forget about threats of blackmail and other nefarious things the trio are known for.

Crowley isn't too worried when it comes to you and the students. There are plenty of ways (both magical and non-magical) to prevent pregnancy, and if sex is what keeps his students from Overblotting... Obviously he sees nothing wrong with this solution! The less incidents he has to worry about, the more appealing the idea becomes. He's even willing to compensate you for your efforts. Isn't he such a generous Headmage? His kindness knows no bounds!

[yetanotherreader]

Useful—1

Genre: College AU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N, a pinch of Lisa sprinkled in.

Summary: The school's most popular boy wants to be friends with Y/N, out of the blue. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with her hot best friend, though.

Word Count(for the chapter): 1,494

Warnings (for the chapter): Nothing as such. Slightest language?

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Useful Masterlist

Chapter-1

Good girls always fall for bad boys.

Now, did they? At least, that's how the legend went. All your life, it was exactly what you had read in those books you carried in your bag. And they were the reason you were starting to believe this pointless theory. Or was it your irresistible attraction towards that leather-jacketed classmate of yours? Obviously, the former. You weren't falling for him of all the guys. And you weren't exactly the good types, were you? 

"Y/N!" You heard your friend call from behind, "You up for tonight's party at Jo's?

"Jo? I thought you hated her?" You raised your brow in your friend's direction, continuing your walk down the hallway.

"Nooo, why would I hate that beautiful babe?" 

"Lisa," deadpanning, you continued, "Cut the crap."

Lisa smiled at you cheekily, squinting her eyes and you obviously got the sign.

"Boys" You said with the roll of your eyes, whilst she echoed simultaneously with an excited squeal. Shaking your head, you smiled at her excitement, whilst she continued to grin your way adorably. At least someone's looking forward to living their life.

You and Lisa were totally different, to the extent it got you thinking about how you were even friends in the first place. She was one of the most popular girls of the college, whilst you were a hidden hermit. She loved partying and drinking, whilst you made excuses to stay home and read one of those fanfictions they wrote. Not that you got a lot of invitations, but ever since you started hanging out with Lisa, they were more. It was uncomfortable at first, and quite frankly, it still was. You weren't used to it—the attention, so many people around you, people talking to you. Although before you met Lisa, you felt way lonelier than you'd ever like to admit, you still sometimes missed the calm in it. But again, you did you. You still ditched parties for books, still said no to drunk boys, still wore baggy hoodies and Potter glasses, and still ate street food. Uncool? Fair enough. Uncool it is, then.

"So, you coming?" She tugged at your backpack just as you were making your way into the class.

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Y/N"

"No"

"Today's food on me"

"Yes"

"Yee!" She squealed and hugged you, locking your hands to your body, as you froze in your place. You really did like to maintain that reputation of the tough, unaffectionate girl you had among the few people you talked to.

"Yeah, yeah. It's the free food." With a fake scowl, you went in the lecture hall, as she made her way to hers.

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It was a rather boring lecture, and you would sell your soul to bunk the other one scheduled after the break. All you did during the whole class was scroll down your Instagram feed, or Tumblr checking for another part of the fanfiction you were currently reading. Hunters. How cool was that! You lived to read such fantasies, or who knew if they existed in real life too.

"Didn't take you for the one to use your phone during the class." You looked up to see him, and tried your hardest not to gawk at his entire confident demeanor. Leather jacket, spiky short blonde-ish brown hair, green eyes and—were they...freckles?

You cleared your throat locking your phone, "Didn't take you for the one to talk to unpopular girls during the break, either." 

A smirk started to grace his lips as you quickly averted your gaze back to your phone, unlocking it and scrolling through the posts again.

"Ah! That hurt," he mocked hurt as you found yourself resisting a smile at his antics, "Did I see a smile there, and can I sit?" He smiled to himself.

"No," You said with a roll of your eyes shifting to the seat next to the wall, "So what brings you here, Winchester?"

"Low attendance," He chuckled to himself but it subsided soon, clearing his throat, as he heard no laugh from your side, "Sorry, wasn't funny." 

"No it was, I'm just trying not to laugh." You said, the bored expression not leaving your face, as you again turned back to your phone, just before it was snatched from your hands.

"First, it's very rude to use your phone when someone's talking to you," He smiled in return to the glare you threw his way, "And second, Y/N, I've come here to be friends with you.

Now that piqued your interest, as you raised your right brow at him, "No, I mean it. I'm buddies with everyone in the class but you. The only time we ever talked was back during the first year, and it didn't quite end well."

"Sweets. Tempting but no," You gave the freckled man in front of you a tight lipped smile, "Winchester, what kinda bet you at, this time?" You said nonchalantly, definitely not believing a word of what he was asking for.

"No bet, I promise! I genuinely want to know you." And he thought you'd believe him, didn't he? As if.

"Guess what, Dean?" You smiled at him sweetly, as he started to grin, "Buzz off, not before giving me my phone back."

His grin faltered midway as he sighed, "You really are a hardhead, are you not?" He handed you over the phone and walked out of the hall.

Well, wow.. that was weird.

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Dean knew it wasn't going to be an easy task. She wasn't a soft nut to crack. Not that he had expected her to just believe him like that. He wasn't joking when he said that their first encounter wasn't the most pleasant one. A bet. That's what it was.

New to college, he knew he needed to make a reputation to survive those four years. He couldn't go down on his first day, after all. He wasn't going to. And as his seniors dared him to throw the next student out of the door into the pool, he did. He was very hesitant, he knew it was bullying and he sure wasn't in favor of that but he also knew that if he didn't, they'll make the next three years of his life hell. He had no other choice.

That's when she walked out of the class—baggy sweater, round glasses, reading a book, your typical nerd. Her appearance just made him more guilty for what he was about to do next, she was too innocent to be a part of any of this. Other bullies of the school would just make her college years a living hell after today, if he did that- when he did that. Although, he was determined he wouldn't let anyone near her after today, it did little to no good easing his guilt.

Next thing he knew was that she was scooped up in his arms, her book on the floor, deep Y/E/C wide orbs staring back into his apologetic ones and her arms tight around his neck as if to make sure she wouldn't fall down—oh boy, only if she knew—and splash!

It was all a matter of seconds when he realized she was struggling to keep up on the surface, "The bet's over, I won!" He yelled at the couple of boys and three girls laughing behind him as he jumped into the pool to save the tiny bean.

"Look I'm sorry, I know it was an ass move but you gotta believe me, I didn't mean any of it. It was a bet, I mea-" He looked at her still baffled expressions, as she tried to regulate her breathing, "Are you okay?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" His eyes all but widened at the unexpected not-just-an-outburst but a hard slap to his face.

Turns out, she didn't need all that saving after all.

He chuckled at the memory. It's been three years, and they were still not friends. Gosh, what did he not do after that. Passed her sorry notes, apologized to her in person, waited for her outside her classrooms and even sneaked into her dorm earning an earful from the warden. Oh, Y/N still didn't know about the dorm one, not that she ever would. Finally, after all those efforts she sure forgave him, but they decided that they won't talk ever again. 

And they didn't.

It wasn't that he never wanted to. He did, he really did. Y/N really intrigued him, to the point he found himself staring at her just to study her, in hopes to look past the mysterious aura she carried. If he didn't know better, he would have thought he had a crazy crush on the girl. 

Right then, though, he hoped she came to Jo's party that evening, and he sure as hell hoped he could get some help winning over the beautiful girl he had gotten a crush on.

Lisa. 

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Chapter 2

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A/N: Wellllll. I tried my luck again. I don't know how it turned out but ah. So it will have more parts, so if anybody of you wanna get tagged, send me an ask or reblog it with your comment. Feedback is really appreciated, so I can know if I should continue or not. Love❤️

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