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undiagnosedcruelty · 5 months ago

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GAME OVER

Pairing: bf!felix x afab!reader

Summary: Felix has been stuck in bronze all day, frustrated from shitty teammates and losing streaks. You decide to offer him a little… distraction. But what starts as playful teasing quickly turns into payback when Felix reminds you exactly who’s in control.

Genre: Smut —MINORS DNI!

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Warnings: Oral sex (m + f receiving), teasing/dom!Felix, overstimulation, edging, mild degradation, praise kink, spanking, language, slight power play, Felix being a menace, reader being a brat, explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: the things i have in my drafts are questionable.

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION──NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

Felix had been gaming for hours.

The constant clicking of his mouse, the aggressive taps of his keyboard, and the occasional frustrated growls had filled the room all evening. He was tense, jaw locked, golden brows furrowed in frustration as he lost yet another ranked match.

“Are you fucking serious?” he groaned, tossing his head back against his chair. His deep voice carried a rough edge, thick with irritation. “These teammates are garbage. No comms, no awareness—how the fuck am I supposed to rank up like this?”

You bit back a smirk from where you stood behind him, watching the sharp rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers flexed aggressively over the keys. His hoodie had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of taut, golden skin above the waistband of his sweats. His long legs were spread in his gaming chair, his posture stiff with frustration.

Another defeat screen flashed.

Felix exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his dark roots.

That was your cue.

Padding over, you slid behind him, your hands settling on his shoulders, kneading into the tension gathered there. “Still stuck in bronze?” you teased, voice lilting with amusement.

Felix let out a low grunt, his head tilting slightly at your touch, though his fingers remained glued to the keyboard. “Don’t start.”

“You know, maybe you just need a break,” you murmured, leaning in so your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Or… a distraction.”

Felix stiffened slightly, a visible shiver running through him as your breath fanned against his skin. But he huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. “Babe, I don’t think—”

“You should focus,” you purred, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, feeling his breath hitch beneath your touch. “You're in a ranked game, right?”

He swallowed hard, throat bobbing. “Yeah.”

“Then don’t let me stop you.”

And with that, you sank onto your knees between his legs.

Felix froze. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but his entire body tensed as your hands trailed up his thighs, nails scratching teasingly over the fabric of his sweats.

"Shit—"

The game started. His teammates moved. But Felix didn’t.

"You wouldn’t leave your team hanging, would you?" you murmured, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

His breath shuddered. "You little—"

You tugged at his sweats, and Felix lifted his hips instinctively, letting you pull them down just enough to free him. The moment your fingers wrapped around him, his head tipped back against the chair, lips parting in a sharp inhale.

"Fuuuck—"

His cock was already hard, flushed and hot against your palm, and when you gave him a slow, teasing stroke, his thighs tensed beneath your hands. His fingers twitched on the keyboard, barely able to form a response as the chat flooded with messages from his confused teammates.

"Babe, I swear to—"

But his words cut off into a choked moan as you licked him, the warmth of your tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along his length.

"Fuck, you’re—” He exhaled shakily, struggling to focus, struggling to breathe. His grip on the mouse was completely useless now, his knuckles white as his free hand slipped into your hair, fingers tangling in the strands.

You took your time, lips brushing over sensitive skin, teasing him with feather-light kisses before finally wrapping your mouth around him.

Felix lost it.

His hips jerked, a sharp gasp breaking from his throat as he completely abandoned his game. His other hand shot to your hair, gripping tight—not to stop you, but to ground himself, to keep from unraveling too fast.

"Fucking—" His voice was low, wrecked, vibrating deep in his chest. "You're killing me, baby."

You hummed in response, taking him deeper, feeling the way his thighs quivered beneath your touch. His cock throbbed in your mouth, the heat of him heavy on your tongue, and when you sucked just a little harder, he swore.

The game blared in the background—his teammates pinging frantically, spamming question marks in chat as his character stood idle in spawn.

But Felix didn’t give a single fuck.

His breathing was ragged, his hand tightening in your hair as he fought to hold himself back, but when you flattened your tongue against him and swallowed around his length, his restraint snapped.

"Shit, shit—baby, if you keep that up—"

His voice was shaking, his muscles taut, his head thrown back against the chair as his hips bucked up, desperate for more. He needed more.

“Babe, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close—” His thighs trembled, his entire body coiled with tension, his grip firm as he guided your pace. His voice was deep, desperate, laced with pure, unfiltered need.

And then, with one last shattered moan, Felix let go.

His hips stuttered, his breath catching in his throat as he came hard, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave. His whole body shivered with the force of it, his fingers tightening in your hair as he rode out every last pulse, every last second of bliss.

You swallowed him down, letting your tongue flick over him just to hear him curse again, his thighs twitching as he let out a broken, ruined groan.

His chest heaved, his body sinking into the chair, completely spent. His grip on your hair softened, fingers threading through the strands gently, soothingly.

The room was silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. The defeat screen blinked on his monitor.

But this time, Felix didn’t even notice.

Finally, he cracked one eye open, looking down at you with a dazed, blissed-out smirk.

“You’re a fucking menace,” he muttered, voice hoarse, fingers brushing over your cheek.

You licked your lips, grinning up at him. “And yet… you didn’t stop me.”

Felix let out a breathless chuckle, tugging you up into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist. His lips brushed over your ear, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.

"Oh, you are so fucked, baby."

Game over.

Your body barely had a second to recover before Felix was on you.

The moment you wiped the smug grin off your face, he had you in his lap, his hands gripping your hips hard as he pulled you close. His eyes—normally soft, warm—had darkened into something predatory, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, you are so fucked, baby,” he murmured, voice thick, deep, dangerous.

His fingers flexed against your hips, holding you in place as he tilted his head, brushing his lips over your jaw. It was soft—deceptive—before he nipped at your skin, hard enough to make you gasp.

“Thought you could distract me during a ranked match?” he murmured, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, tongue flicking over sensitive spots as you shivered. “Thought I’d just let you get away with that?”

Your breath hitched. His hands slid up beneath your shirt, fingertips skimming over your waist, slow and teasing. You tried to shift in his lap, feeling the heat of him beneath you, already growing hard again despite how wrecked he had been just minutes ago.

But Felix wasn’t letting you set the pace this time.

“No,” he murmured, gripping your thighs and flipping you effortlessly onto the bed. His body caged you in, the weight of him pressing you down, leaving nowhere to run.

Your breath caught as he dragged his fingers down your chest, the teasing, featherlight touch a stark contrast to the dark promise in his eyes.

“You wanted my attention so bad, didn’t you?” he mused, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. “So desperate to have me focus on you instead of my game?”

His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, just brushing over where you needed him most—so close yet still not enough.

“Felix—”

His hand tightened on your waist.

“Oh, now you’re begging?” he chuckled, his deep voice sending heat pooling in your stomach. His free hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “That’s cute, baby. But I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

And then his fingers slipped lower—deliberate, maddeningly slow.

You gasped, back arching as his fingertips teased at your entrance, pushing your panties to the side, barely pressing inside before retreating. Your hips jerked instinctively, trying to chase his touch, but he tut-tutted, pressing your hips down with his free hand.

“Patience,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to your stomach. “You didn’t let me focus earlier, so why should I give you what you want so easily?”

You whimpered, legs trembling as he kept teasing—dragging his fingers through your slick, never quite giving you the friction you craved.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he mused, pressing the tip of his middle finger inside, barely an inch, just enough to make you ache. “All from sucking me off like a needy little thing, hmm?”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. But Felix saw through you—the way your thighs twitched, the way your breath stuttered when he curled his fingers just right.

He smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed against your ear.

“Go on, baby. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Your pride wavered. His fingers stilled, just on the brink of where you needed him, and you nearly lost your mind.

“Felix, please—”

He hummed in approval, finally pressing two fingers in deep, curling them until he found the spot that made you cry out.

“There you go,” he murmured, watching your face as you melted beneath him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You barely had time to register the teasing before his lips were on yours—hungry, devouring, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl.

And then he moved—his fingers pumping in slow, deep strokes, dragging out every sound from your lips, his pace methodical, merciless.

Your thighs trembled around his hand, heat coiling low in your stomach, pleasure mounting at an overwhelming rate.

“F-Felix, I—”

He pulled away just enough to murmur against your lips, “Not yet, baby.”

His fingers stopped.

You whined, arching against him, desperate for him to keep going. But Felix only smirked, withdrawing his hand completely—leaving you empty, aching.

Your body screamed for release, but he was enjoying this too much.

“You think you can just tease me during my game and not suffer the consequences?” he murmured, his fingers dragging slick, lazy circles over your clit, never enough pressure to push you over the edge.

“I—I can’t—” You writhed beneath him, your body betraying you, every nerve ending burning with frustration.

Felix chuckled, dark and sinful. “Oh, baby, I know.”

His lips trailed lower, past your collarbone, down your stomach, his breath scorching against your overheated skin.

And then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he dipped lower still—his tongue flicking right where you needed him most.

The first swipe had you jerking, a strangled moan breaking from your lips. But Felix just pinned your hips down with his hands, keeping you right where he wanted you.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured against your soaked skin, his voice wrecked with lust. “I’m not stopping until you’re shaking for me.”

And then he devoured you.

His mouth was sinful, tongue working in slow, agonizing strokes before sucking your clit into his mouth, alternating between teasing and torturing you with pleasure.

Your hands shot to his hair, tugging, desperate for something to hold onto as his tongue curled against you, relentless, merciless.

His hands tightened on your thighs, keeping you spread for him as he feasted, groaning against your heat like he was starving.

And then—just when you thought you might survive—he thrust his fingers back inside, curling them against that perfect spot, his tongue and hand working in tandem.

Your vision blurred. The coil inside you snapped.

You shattered.

A choked sob left your lips as the orgasm ripped through you, pleasure crashing in waves so intense it left you shaking beneath him. Felix groaned in satisfaction, his grip on your thighs tightening as he worked you through it, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

When you finally slumped against the mattress, boneless, trembling, Felix lifted his head—his lips shiny, his eyes blazing with pure desire.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking as he leaned up, voice mockingly sweet.

“Now you know what happens when you mess with me during ranked.”

Your pulse still pounded in your ears, your body wrecked—but even through the haze, you found the strength to whisper:

“…Maybe I should do it more often.”

Felix’s eyes darkened.

“Baby,” he murmured, flipping you onto your stomach, his body pressing flush against yours.

“That was just the warm-up.”

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babybobbysstories · 17 days ago

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A Bedwetter's Beginning - Chapter One

Note to the reader; This is the first chapter of the prequel to my Mikey series which can be found in my writing section here. Stay tuned for more chapters to come!

These are the chapters that make up the entire series;

A Bedwetter's Beginning Kendra Training a Sissy A Sissy Becomes a Baby Cuckold Penis Reduction Therapy for Sissies Milking my Sissy on Date Night Taking Control From a Sissy Nana Comes to babysit Two Sissies--One Babysitter A Playdate for Two Sissies Nana's Retribution

Mike was bored stiff.

It was 10:35 in the morning on a Wednesday and as he stared at his work computer screen idly, he wondered, not for the first time, if this was all there was to life.

It was times like these, that Mike’s mind began to wander, and he would start to daydream about the past. This was not a particularly productive diversion, as there were many shameful secrets he really wished he could forget.

Tapping his pen on the mouse pad before him, his cheeks reddened as he recalled one particularly humiliating event or another, mulling over the shameful memories and wishing life had dealt him a different hand.

The fact was, all throughout Mike’s childhood, he had been a chronic bedwetter. After his mom had taken him to several doctors, only to have them pronounce him physically fine, she decided the time-tested solution of diapers and plastic pants was the best way to deal with the situation. After placing several large orders online, she began stocking up on cloth diapers, plastic panties, pins and everything needed to accommodate her incontinent sissy boy. Although disposable diapers were probably the more popular and modern choice, she had chosen traditional cloth for their absorbency and the fact that her boy would be forced to be surrounded by his wetness until she decided to change him, whereas disposables tended to wick away the wetness from the skin, rendering them as less of a deterrent.

Believing that shame was the best method to bring about a change in her errant son’s behavior, his mom had chosen very babyish looking plastic and rubber panties for his diapering. They were in pretty pastel colors and cute nursery prints that would have gladdened the heart of any grandmother with a new baby girl to dote over.

Later that night, his mom led her prissy son into the bedroom where she’d laid out his “protection” for the night. Mike immediately threw a hissy fit, but his mom wasn’t having it—she knew quite well how to handle his childish tantrums and what he needed at that moment was a good, hard spanking. Yanking him over her lap, she paddled the fussy boy until he was repentant and prepared to behave. With his bottom hot, throbbing and stinging, Mike wiped the tears from his face as his mom laid him down for the first time since he was a toddler, on the thick stack of baby-soft diapers she had prepared.

“These will be your underwear each and every night until you decide to stop wetting the bed,” she explained firmly.

Whining and whimpering, he had to lay there as his mom slathered his blazing red cheeks with diaper rash cream before powdering him and pinning the voluminous diapers around his slender hips.

“This is for your own good,” she scolded him as she pulled a cute yellow pair of nursery print plastic panties up his legs.

It took some getting used to; the slippery, soft bulk of his diapers between his legs and the infantile scent of baby powder following him everywhere.

That night, and for the following four nights in a row, Mike completely soaked his diapers—thereby proving without a doubt, his absolute need for them, but at least his bedding remained dry. His mom soon put up a bedwetting chart to monitor his progress (or lack thereof), but she warned him in no uncertain terms that seven wet nights in a row would earn him another trip over her lap. Mike struggled to stay dry, but he nevertheless found himself getting spanked on average at least twice a month.

The fact was, Mike was no stranger to being spanked.

At school, his teacher, Ms. Sterne felt strongly that the best way to remedy an errant student was a good dose of her hard wooden paddle. Mike had been on the receiving end of it numerous times, and he could still painfully recall having to bend over her desk, facing the rest of the class, as she pulled his pee-stained underwear down and gave him thirty blistering swats of her Spencer paddle. Mike would stamp his feet and bawl like a baby as he looked at his classmates through tear-filled eyes, the cruel slaps of the paddle putting a cherry hot glow to his bare bottom.

Her students soon learned that obedience was paramount in Ms. Sterne's class.

On occasion, Mike would also have accidents at school, where he’d come home having wet his pants after a particularly traumatic incident. This often happened when Melissa, one of the cheerleaders, would bully him or when he received a wedgy from one of the toughs hanging out in the hallway. After discovering the front of his pants wet, his mom would threatened to diaper him during the daytime too, but she never actually made good on it.

His aunt, on the other hand, had no such qualms, and there were numerous weekends he had stayed over at her house, pinned into his shameful diapers and plastic panties day and night. This made for some interested (albeit humiliating) conversations whenever his aunt happened to be entertaining visitors. Poor Mike just had to stand there foolishly in his pampers as his aunt explained to her guests, her nephew's chronic bedwetting habit. Not surprisingly, and much to his utter shame, such conversations often led to Mike helplessly wetting his diapers before them.

One particular event stuck out in his mind as Mike pondered his often times humiliating history with his aunt. She had needed to go shopping one weekend and she didn’t trust Mike to be alone in the house without supervision. This was always something that grated on the sissy teen—the notion that he needed a babysitter, but his aunt was firm in her convictions and she didn’t tolerate any back talk from the boy. After changing his wet nighttime diapers and pinning him into a very thick set of new ones, she had given him a thin pair of shorts to wear, and they’d left the house to run her errands. Mike was mortified by her choice of clothes because not only had she chosen a particularly crackly and noisy pair of plastic panties for him, but the thin shorts did nothing whatsoever to hide his diapered condition. Indeed, pretty much without exception, everyone that saw him, stopped to stare at the young man, his hips bulging from the bulky set of diapers pinned around his waist. Most of the older women that saw him, smiled knowingly and he blushed terribly at their attentions.

Alas, it was all too much for the anxious young man and while waiting impatiently beside his aunt in one of the stores, he managed to wet himself. He had hoped to keep it a secret, but just as they were standing in line to be rung up, she reached down and made an obvious point of checking him, slipping a finger inside the legs of his shorts and discovering the soggy wet cotton of his diapers.

Mike blushed furiously and looked away from the others around him.

“I’m sorry but my boy seems to have had an accident and wet himself—is there somewhere I might change his diapers?” she asked the young salesclerk.

Stifling a giggle, the young woman pointed the way to the public changing room in the back of the store.

Mike’s cheeks flushed a deep red with shame as his aunt patiently led him down the aisle and into the empty room which had a raised counter and a package of baby wipes nearby. Lifting the whimpering boy up, she sat him down before pulling his shorts down and off from his wet diapers. Digging into her diaper bag, she reached in to get a new set of fresh cloth diapers for him. With maternal efficiency, she unpinned the soggy trio around his waist and dropped them into a plastic bag, along with his plastic panties. Humming to herself, she swiftly positioned him on the stack of fluffy Birdseye cloth, powdered him with Johnson’s baby powder, and proceeded to pin the layers of bunny-soft cloth around his slim hips.

Pulling out two pairs of plastic panties, she smiled and held them before Mike.

“Today my little sugarplum gets a choice—white with polka dots, or pink nursery print.”

Just then, without notice, another mother abruptly opened the door and came into the room, holding the hand of her four year-old son. She stopped in shock and her mouth opened when she caught sight of the teenaged Mike getting his diapers changed like an infant on the counter and his aunt still holding his plastic panties up before him.

“Oh—I’m so sorry. I thought the room was vacant,” she said, even as she looked Mike up and down appraisingly.

“Not at all—it’s no problem,” his aunt replied breezily, “My nephew just needs his plastic panties put on and then we’re done.

“Come on now, Mikey,” she said, using the pet name for him she was fond of, “Which pair would you prefer?”

Mike’s face and chest blushed crimson and he gulped with shame, unsure what to say as he stared at the ground and swung his feet nervously.

“How about the polka dot pair?” his aunt asked, reveling in his discomfort, “I think you’ll look cute as a button in them.”

Without waiting for a response, she pulled them over his shoes and up his legs, working them over the fat, soft bulk of his diapers as he squealed with embarrassment. The ambient light reflected brightly upon the shiny plastic panties and he looked like an overgrown toddler as they were secured around his waist.

“Isn’t your boy a little old to still be wearing diapers?” the young mother asked incredulously.

“Well, Mikey has very little control—he’s always been a chronic bedwetter and sometimes he wets his pants too, so diapers and plastic panties are very much a necessary part of his life,” she explained patiently, “Some little boys just never outgrown their diapers, do they sweetie?”

Mike was too embarrassed to answer so he kept his eyes on the ground instead.

“Well, we’ve taken enough of this young lady’s time,” his aunt said as she pulled his tan colored shorts up his ankles.

Mike jumped off the counter and he held his aunt’s shoulders to steady himself as she pulled his shorts up his smooth legs and over his big, bulging diapers. Unfortunately, the thin material couldn’t disguise the playful pattern of polka dots on his plastic panties underneath and the young mother watched him with unconcealed interest.

“You’ve got a very caring mommy to make sure you stay dry,” the woman observed, and unconsciously, she gently patted Mike on his fat, diapered bottom affectionately.

Thinking back on this incident still made Mike blush to his roots and he tried desperately to return to his work on his computer but the memories seemed to flood his mind and he couldn’t bring himself to think of anything else…

Mike’s bedwetting, and his mom’s way of handling it, continued all through his high school years until he was finally able to move out. He was able to find a dingy apartment and with his mom’s help to cover the deposit, he was, for the first time in his life, living alone. Unwisely, he chose to discontinue his all important nighttime diapering routine with predictable results; the mattress in his new apartment was soon ruined in the first week and his bedroom started to reek of stale urine.

Living in a state of denial, he chose to simply ignore the problem, putting it out of mind whenever he was home.

This all came to a head about a week later. His mom decided to surprise him by stopping by for a last-minute, unannounced visit to his new apartment. It was when he greeted her at the door—and he tried to prevent her from entering, that she barged her way past him and immediately became aware of what was going on. The strong, pungent aroma of stale pee from his mattress filled the apartment with it''s shameful smell. As her features darkened ominously, she knew there was only one thing to do.

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her oval-shaped wooden paddle and swiftly yanked her sissy son over her lap. His neighbors were treated to the loud, painful punishment that followed, with every cruel slap of the paddle on his bare bottom easily being heard through the thin walls, to say nothing of Mike's childish wailing.

That afternoon, his mom brought four boxes over from her house containing all of his diapering supplies with strict instructions that he was to resume wearing them each and every night. Just to drive the point home, she decided then and there, to pin him into his thick, sissy diapers and pull his plastic panties up for him, making the young man feel like an incontinent toddler all over again.

Ashamed and defeated, Mike knew she was right and that night, and from then on, he went to bed properly diapered as he was meant to be.

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pseudowho · 2 years ago

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The Chase

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Kento doesn't appreciate your insistence on No-Nut November. At a Curse-user VS Jujutsu Sorcerer event with the students, Kento hunts you down in a slow-burning, cat-and-mouse, smutty thrill ride.

WARNINGS: 18+, Oral sex (F2M), BDSM, use of toys, some subtle knife-play, overstimulation, orgasm denial, PiV sex, Nanami Kento falling off his perch and Inumaki being an absolute menace, Y/N is a Jujutsu High teacher with a badly explained technique

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"AND WHAT SAY WE TO DEATH, CHILDREN?"

"NOT TODAY!" "SALMON!"

Satoru beamed and clapped at the fighting words of his students, who rustled together and chatted in excitement for their team training day. You smiled fondly at your students (Nobara, Yuuji and Inumaki particularly pumped), but you felt a shiver run down your chest and shoulders.

Kento's eyes bore only into you, and as he pulled the black leather glove tighter to his hand, you felt heat blossom in your belly and pussy. Team game or not, you knew, as a bead of sweat dripped between your cleavage- not unnoticed by Kento, whose wolfish smirk only grew, cock twitching in his black jumpsuit- that you were his prey today, and his alone.

The hunt was on- and you had nobody to blame but yourself.

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Kento clipped a suitcase shut, and zipped his satchel with a huff, mentally ticking off his to-do list, before the team training day which he was in no mood for. While you trailed in and out of the bedroom behind him, every time you brushed past his back, or your fingers grazed his to take something from the bed, his skin turned electric. He reached down to his crotch and squeezed his cock with a suppressed growl; he had been half-hard for weeks, all because of you and your stupid game. No-Nut November was a fucking ridiculous concept, and you had a lot to answer for. Silent and stewing, his strong shoulders were rock solid, as he imagined taking you on the bed, in the shower wet and pink as he hammered into you from behind, making you ride him on the sofa until you were floppy and pliable and begging him to cum inside you, and--

"Kento, are you alright? It is a bit hot in here. You look all sweaty." Feigning concern, and reaching up to scratch your nails through the back of his undercut, you knew exactly what was wrong with your fiancé. Kento's head preened backwards, shivering into your nails, and he turned, pressing you against the wall, his usual gentleness barely winning over his insistence, his need.

"We don't need to continue these silly games any longer, do we darling?" he crooned into your neck, voice honey-laced and persuasive, "You're feeling it too. I know. There would be no winners or losers, here." One muscled forearm pressed against the wall above your head, tongue licking slow circles on your decolletage, while the other hand ghosted over your nipple, tweaking softly. Kento's cock ached desperately, pressing against you. His heart dropped as you laughed and kissed him playfully, sliding out from under his towering frame.

"It's the 28th today, Kento. We're nearly there. Just imagine how good we're going to feel on the 1st." Truth be told, you were absolutely desperate, growing more so as his attempts to seduce you had grown more bawdry, more wiley. Abandoning towels completely as he padded around the house after his shower. Spooning you all night so you couldn't escape from his cock, hard and heavy against your lower back. Choosing movies with only the best sex scenes and tracing the outline of your pussy under the blanket.

You wanted to see him unhinged. You wanted him rough, heavy and all at once, his anger and frustration taken out on your quaking body. You wanted to see just how far you could deny him before he snapped and ate you out for hours, just to hear you fall apart above him. You had even wickedly pondered the possibility of denying him on the 1st.

Kento laughed sardonically, still leaning on his forearm against the wall. The cold in his voice sent icy trickles through your clit and nipples, and even the standing hairs on the back of your neck listened as that same cold voice began to speak to you.

"So this is how you want it? You want me begging?" He shifted his weight, and you could tell he was trying to find some relief for his hard cock in his tight jeans. "So it's a team game today, right? Curse-users VS Jujutsu sorcerers, hiding and hunting, using all of your best espionage techniques to get out victorious, right?" You remained quiet, pretending to finish packing, ears intently pricked.

"We aren't, of course, on the same team- why would we be? So all this time, you've been the bad guy, and today we swap." His voice dropped an octave, and you jumped as his breath ghosted millimetres away from your ear, not even feeling him move towards you. His hand drew roughly round your hip and clasped your pussy hard, making you squeak, "Today, I'm the bad guy. Would you fancy your chances against a Curse-user like me?"

He stepped away, leaving you flushed and thrilled, panting at the threat and promise.

Kento was now taking the suitcase and bags to the door, seemingly unaffected. He called from the hallway.

"Oh and, darling? I think you'd better give me a safe word. Or god knows what I'll do with you once I catch you."

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It was late, nearly 10pm, as Kento drew the car smoothly into a bay, pulling up the handbrake. You stepped out into the underground car park of the shopping centre, turned into a vast playground for Sorcerers, for one night only. Kento opened the door for you, declining your offers to help him get bags out of the car. Glancing round, he noted you were the first to arrive, and quickly began stripping to change into his outfit for the night- a heavy black jumpsuit, cuffed above dense back boots, leather gloves pulled taut, dark glasses, and a black mask covering his mouth and nose. You watched him breathlessly, already in your usual mission-wear; you were, after all, on the Jujutsu sorcerers team, not the Curse-user team. You imagined Kento stalking through low lights in that outfit, and felt wetness pool between your legs, making your thighs sticky with arousal. As Kento clipped his watch back on, a pair of grey vans pulled into the parking bays opposite you, and soon enough, your excitable students poured out, greeting you and Kento with bows and waves.

Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki jostled around the vans for their bags. Satoru, Shoko and Ino came next, Ino running directly to Nanami, and already wearing his jumpsuit.

Nobara, Megumi and Maki clambered back into the vans, and shortly after emerged dressed identically to Kento. You had not known the layout of the teams in advance, and by the confused looks on Yuuji, Inumaki and Panda's faces as they joined you, you felt distinctly outnumbered. Kento, Ino, Maki, Nobara and Megumi cut an intimidating team. Kento looked you up and down with glinting eyes, pulling his blade onto his back, and lowering his mask to smirk at you.

You noticed that Maki had with her one of Yaga's cursed dolls. A blue felt teddy with large, watery looking eyes, held onto her back, peering round at the crowd. You heard Maki explaining to Ino that, whilst her glasses were great for seeing curses, they were not so good for seeing cursed energy, and so she had been lent a cursed doll to act as a sniffer dog for anyone leaking above a certain volume of cursed energy. You weren't sure why this was important.

"OKAY TEAMS!" shouted Satoru, demanding audience, as everyone turned to face him and Shoko.

"We will now lay out your objectives; the game is simple. Predator VS Prey, but only you can decide which of those you will be. Nanamin! Care to take over?"

Kento cleared his throat, and stepped up to Satoru, now nearly matching Satoru's height due to the depth of his boots, but vastly broader, built.

"You all have plenty of experience fighting Curses, but little fighting Curse-users. Fighting another man or woman bears vastly different challenges and consequences. The fights are rarely fair, in number or skill or intellect. You must learn to conceal your cursed energy even more vigorously. Why? To minimise your appearance as a threat so you may release it and strike to your best advantage. To hide when your only task is reconnaissance, or getting out of there alive."

Kento took a deep breath, "A dead sorcerer is not a lesson learned. That sorcerer will learn nothing, ever again. The limit of their skill and knowledge has been reached, then cut short. That sorcerer will never again save a civilian, a friend or a colleague. But whether you view your party as allies or fodder, is up to you." You felt heavy sadness in your chest, knowing as Kento stared into the students, that he saw only Yu Haibara, battered and dead on the cold mortuary slab. Satoru and Shoko were silent and grave, Suguru behind their eyes and grimaces.

Kento let his words hang in the cool night air for a few seconds. "Finally, the shopping centre has been chosen as a base of operations for two reasons. Firstly, to remind you of the value of your surroundings, and we ask you to fight intelligently with little to no collateral damage where possible. The building has been stripped of civilians and security cameras all night for our use. I trust you will all behave responsibly."

The students nodded sagely, carrying deep respect for Kento and his words. Nobara's hand shot into the air. Kento gestured fluidly towards her.

"What's the second reason, Nanami-sensei?" Kento didn't correct her, more willing to be sensei now if it meant working alongside you. Kento stepped aside as Satoru stepped forward.

"It would be obviously unfair for me to participate. But, I will be invigilating the event, and if you perform well tonight, I will treat you all to shopping and breakfast in the morning. Why else would I tell you to bring a normal outfit?" Nobara squeaked with delight, and the students began to hustle together as Satoru encouraged a battle-cry.

While the rest of the team jostled and dissipated to find hiding spots with their ten-minute warnings, you bit the bullet and walked, more confidently than you felt, centimetres away from Kento. His eyes met yours and your breath mingled, each feeling the sexual tension as you slipped something into his pocketed hand. You darted out your tongue to graze against his bottom lip, and his breathing hitched as you whispered to him.

"In case I'm too good at hiding, I thought you may need something else to sniff me out."

You turned and ran up the stairs into the shopping centre, disappearing from sight, Nanami turned on by your skill as your cursed energy disappeared completely. Removing a glove and fingering the item in your pocket, his ears reddened and blood rushed directly to his cock, as he felt the still-damp lace of your underwear against his fingertips. He licked his thumb clean of your taste surreptitiously, and raised his mask once more.

Kento clenched his fists and cracked his neck from side to side, adjusting his aching cock in his jumpsuit. The last to leave the car park, he mounted the stairs in leaps, figure dark and imposing as he slipped into the dimmed lights of the shopping centre above. Hunting you. Wanting you.

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You sprinted through the atrium of the shopping centre, quick light footsteps on the white marbled floors. All of the lights above you were significantly dimmed, apart from occasional orange emergency lights, flashing sporadically above fire exits, illuminating your surroundings in brief spats.

A plan formed quickly in your mind, as you slipped into a book shop, hopping over the counter to crouch beneath the tills. Your abilities were good, in some ways exceptional, but you were ill-suited to fight those on the Curse-user team. You considered your chances against all members of the team one at a time; your conclusions were grim, should you face head to head combat. Your skills lay largely in reconnaissance and manipulation, your intelligence for tactical battle-planning vastly outstretching almost all of your peers. Only one member of the team could absolutely match your intelligence, and absolutely exceed your combat prowess; Kento.

You shivered in anticipation. You remember feeling your heart stop, feeling the danger in the air as you ran from Kento, leaving your arousal-damp underwear in his pocket. You grazed a hand over your pussy, covered in nothing but your leather trousers, and felt the outrageous urge to pleasure yourself to Kento, alone and gasping, on the book shop floor.

The thought was cut short as you heard soft rustles against the book store carpet on the other side of the counter. Whatever it was, it didn't weigh much, and it wasn't making much effort to suppress its cursed energy. Your brain ticked- Maki's cursed doll. You stayed calm, your ability to dampen your cursed energy one of your greatest strengths.

It would be a great inconvenience to Maki, you thought slyly, if you destroyed her sniffer-dog. While Maki's own cursed energy was minimal at best, so was her ability to hide it, and so, eyes heavily lidded, you felt Maki approach the book shop, bladed staff in hand. You felt her pause at the door, watching her cursed doll amble uncertainly around the shop, knowing that something nearby had cursed energy, but unable to pin you down.

"You've found something, huh, bear?" Maki walked into the shop. She stood considering her options. "Well, at least we know it's not Itadori-kun. He sticks out like a sore thumb. Another Curse-user would make themselves known to me. So is it Inumaki, Panda, or Y/N-sensei?"

You smiled, proud of Maki. You knew that she and you would have been friends had you attended Jujutsu High at the same time. But, you resolved to make an attempt on the life of her bear, and escape her. You were not here to fight, but to survive.

Your abilities lent themselves best, in the form of telepathic suggestion. In a gentler, more insidious way than Inumaki, you could compel the heart and mind of another in any manner of your choosing. It worked well, most of the time, and served well in keeping you hidden. You were not powerful enough to compel another to violence, or drastic choices.

Maki did not find it unusual when she was compelled to check the darker areas at the back of the store, ignoring her cursed doll, who had now started trying to climb the counter. Reaching over the counter slowly, you whipped the bear into your arms, and, muffling its cries with your foot, savagely ripped off all limbs but one, before shoving it in a dank stationary cupboard.

Its watery blue eyes looked up at you, trembling and whimpering in terror as you pointed a finger in its face, "If you know what's good for you, bear, you'll shut your mouth when Maki calls for you, or I'll deliver you back to Yaga one piece of stuffing at a time." The doll threw its remaining arm over its eyes dramatically, rolling silently against a tape dispenser, quietly weeping. Monstrously satisfied, you locked the cupboard, and slipped effortlessly out of the bookshop.

Immediately at the other end of the atrium, you saw a fight break out- Megumi and Inumaki, you noted. Inumaki's chances were good, but he was a glass cannon, and your confidence in taking out a Curse-user soared as you considered Inumaki your ally. You sprinted towards the fight as Megumi's Nue swept down towards Inumaki, who rolled athletically aside.

I need to get down to the floor, you forced into Megumi's mind as he circled above Inumaki on Nue, I need to get down, and physically incapacitate Inumaki. Not doubting for a moment that his thought was his own, Megumi dismissed Nue at ground level, and, about to beckon his remaining Demon Dog to attack, you leapt at Megumi's back and slammed an elbow into the back of his head. Megumi was in no way prepared, and hit the floor face-first, hard. Inumaki took his chance, unzipping his mouth and speaking directly at Megumi:

"Laugh uncontrollably!" Immediately, Megumi began twisting on the floor in hysterics, blood from his nose dripping into his mouth, wracked with painful laughter as he struggled to get up. In horror, you and Inumaki recalled that Megumi can summon shikigami with his hands alone. Inumaki cried out again:

"Hands down your pants!" Involuntarily, and still wheezing with laughter, Megumi shoved one hand down the front of his pants, and one hand down the back. Now blushing wildly, sweating, laughing and bloody, Megumi dropped to his knees. You high-fived Inumaki and reached into your pocket, pulling a thick white paint marker out. Leaning down to Megumi and ruffling his hair, you painted a large, white cross over the chest of his jumpsuit. Inumaki dropped blithely off the balcony beside you, hanging by his hands from the railings, only his fingertips now visible.

One down, you thought. Moving to stand, you felt your legs swept abruptly from under you, hitting the floor with a crunch as Maki loomed over you, staff at your throat.

"I should have known it was you making me search that shop, Y/N-sensei. But where did you put my fucking bear?" You grinned toothily up at Maki, pointing to a Build-a-Bear Workshop on the other side of the hallway. Maki looked away from you at your insistence, and missed Inumaki climbing up the balcony behind her, waggling his tongue before whispering in her ear:

"Have a nice sit down." Maki dropped wordlessly to the floor, legs now completely useless, as you scooted away from her and she swung her staff furiously, cussing at you and Inumaki. Inumaki pulled out his throat medicine, spraying lightly into his mouth while you patted his back in congratulations.

"That was sloppy, Maki, you can do better than that."

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Walking away from Maki, who you couldn't yet determine to be truly defeated as much as severely limited, you and Inumaki wordlessly split ways.

Just Ino, Nobara and Kento left. Rounding a corner, you felt a hushed, deep pulse of cursed energy through your chest. Your breath caught. This cursed energy you knew better than you knew your own. It washed over you when he made you cum. It rumbled through you when he made love to you in the dark of the night. And he was making little, if any effort to conceal it from you, confident in his ability to hunt you until his completion.

Stepping into a doorway backlit only by an intermittently flashing orange light, the black figure of Nanami Kento, huge, blade in hand, remained in the doorway for just enough flashes of light for you to see him and feel dreadful arousal sink into your belly. Another flash came, and the doorway was empty.

All of the breath left your body at once.

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When Kento first reached the top of the stairs into the shopping centre atrium, he felt multiple residual cursed energies heading away from him, his head filing them away rapidly- Inumaki and Megumi, front right, Maki hard right, Panda hard left, and Yuuji, thrumming with cursed energy like a beacon, hard left.

Ino and Nobara took high perches among the huge white rafters, watching, waiting.

He could not, however, feel you. He was not surprised; you were very good at hiding your cursed energy, but Kento knew you better than anyone. He twiddled your lace underwear between his fingers as he considered his options. You were most likely to be flushed out if you considered an ally to be at risk, and Kento considered you most likely to have followed Yuuji, the newbie, and the one whose poorly controlled cursed energy would most likely disguise your own.

He took a left down a curved hallway in the atrium, carefully avoiding any traces of cursed energy, on his way to Yuuji. Suppressing his arousal, his wish to hunt you down like an animal, he reminded himself he also had a job to do.

Meandering around a series of shops, he felt Yuuji, getting closer and closer, until he pushed through the staff entrance of a brightly lit teddy bear shop. Stuffed toys of all varieties, from the size of his palm to the size of a grizzly bear, lined the stacks and shelves, glassy-eyed and plush. Kento briefly considered leaving some money in the till and choosing you one, before gruffly remembering you were an absolute brat who needed the attitude fucked out of you, not a teddy bear. Twisting his neck again as his arousal peaked, he felt his cock growing and throbbing along his thigh. He sighed in frustration. Best just get on with it, he mulled.

Reaching into an enormous pile of plush unicorns, Kento lifted Yuuji out by the front of his uniform. Yuuji yelped, and took a half-hearted swing at Kento's face. Kento grunted as knuckles chipped his jaw, and he held Yuuji aloft with the same hand as his blade, slapping Yuuji bodily across the cheek.

"Nanamin!" Yuuji gasped, squirming half-heartedly in his grasp. He looked at Kento, wet-eyed, unable to make the decision to fight him. Kento scowled and barely reduced his full force as he swung Yuuji at the floor, hearing marble floor crack under the carpets. Kento knelt, knees pinning Yuuji's arms to the floor as Yuuji choked down blood, gasping and sputtering.

"I'm disappointed in you, Itadori-kun. Fight me, boy." He slapped Yuuji again, and pressed his blade to Yuuji's throat. "Gone. You're dead. In just seconds, because you hesitated to hurt me, because you think I'm your friend." He spat the last word at Yuuji, who stared up at him, jaw steadfast and eyes trembling.

"Would you kill me, boy, if I turned? If I walked with the real Curse-users one day? I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it, in my darkest moments."

"You would never. I trust you, Nanamin." Nanami sighed, resting back on his haunches, drawing a painty white cross on Yuuji's chest. Kento stood, pulling Yuuji up from the floor, certain he'd at least broken some of Yuuji's ribs. Yuuji grinned a bloody grin up at Kento.

"Go on, Itadori-kun," Kento sighed, disappointed but unsurprised, "get yourself to Shoko. She's probably at the coffee shop on level 2. Get yourself patched up." Kento didn't even have the heart to interrogate him.

As Yuuji hobbled away, he paused in the staff entrance doorway, and turned to Nanami.

"I'd already made my mind up, Nanamin. If any of you turned to the Curse-users, I wouldn't hurt you because I wouldn't blame you. I'd blame myself for not being there enough. For not helping you." Yuuji walked away, leaving Kento in ponderous silence.

Moments later, Kento felt a warm whoosh of released cursed energy, unmistakeably you. He ducked left, concealed behind the shutters, and, gazing out through the slats, he watched as you and Inumaki flawlessly took out Megumi and Maki. His eyes darkened as you ruffled Megumi's hair, touched Inumaki's hands, patted his shoulders.

Jealous of boys, he scoffed at himself. His self-restraint was now wildly out of touch, obsessing over you barely touching him all month, skirting around him at home, acting like this torture was all for a good cause. He growled lowly at the thought of you now, turning away down a corridor, wondering if you were wet for him, wondering if you were afraid of being caught by him. His mouth salivated at the thought of you pinned against a wall in the dark, crying out for mercy and relief as he pounded, deep and long, into your tight, gummy walls.

Kento was fully erect now, and silently thanked his tight boxers for pinning his aching length against his leg, the heavy jumpsuit material hiding his sticky precum, leaking continuously now, sticking to the hairs on his thighs.

Waiting for Inumaki and you to disappear, he forced up the shutter and crouched underneath, walking across the atrium, finger pressed to his lips as Megumi (still laughing) and Maki saw him. Dropping like a cat onto the level below from the balcony, he landed on his feet and sprinted ahead, directly underneath the direction he imagined you were headed. Finding a fire escape, he headed up the stairs, and, coated in shadow, emerged into the doorway where he saw you.

Cock thick and hot against his leg, he abandoned any pretence of a game. Hungry and quietly seething, he darted from the doorway into the dark, swearing he could smell you on the air.

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You knew your only chance of escape at this point was to lead Kento through an assault course which was big enough for you, but not for him. The biggest part of you was desperate to be caught, punished at his hands for your torment, and everything inside you clenched in anticipation as you felt your thighs grow steadily wetter with your arousal. Another, competitive part of you wanted to win, and prove to Kento that you were determined to see November to the end. You knew that if you sincerely told Kento to stop, he would drop his every need, his most vital wish being your safety, your right to say no.

But he knew you better than that- knowing your safe word now, knowing how desperately you ached for him, too, he fully committed to your plan to not go down without a fight. When Nanami Kento takes on a duty, he takes it on seriously. And his duty now? To hunt you down, and use you as a personal cocksleeve.

You had already taken a running slide under a partially raised shutter, and heard Kento curse behind you, too bulky to fit beneath it, and an echoing screech as he yanked it upwards. By this point, you were well on your way into a tiny service lift, standing room for one only, the door closing just too fast for Kento to reach. He roared his frustration and, eyes meeting yours through the wired square of glass, you watched his figure disappear as you blew him a kiss.

All of your tactical abilities had grown wings and gone. You panted, nipples erect, thighs sticky, thrilled by the chase, and trying, failing to plan your next move.

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Kento paced like a tiger.

If I have to pull you out of a fucking dumbwaiter, I will. He turned tail to the doors and rolled under the shutters, moving seamlessly back onto his feet and searching for the nearest store-room access point. Finding one, bathed in sickly light, Kento ignored individual stairs and instead leapt them a flight at a time, like a man possessed.

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As soon as you made your way out of the lift, you realised you had made a terrible error of judgement. Between the rolling trolleys and stacks of cardboard boxes, you could see only one way out. Above you, you heard rhythmic slams, getting closer, as someone hit each staircase downwards with terrifying force.

You turned tail and ran back into the service lift, hammering your forefinger on the 'up' button repeatedly, screaming and clapping a hand over your mouth as the store room door slammed open and heavy footsteps sprinted towards you, the lift door nearly closed but four thick fingers pushed past the gap and with a grunt of effort turned satisfied sigh, Kento stepped into the space, barely wide enough for a stack of boxes, and now with he and you crammed against each other.

Still clad in black glasses and mask, he glowers at you wordlessly, reaching one finger behind him to press the 'down' button, keeping the lift in place in the dimly lit basement. You stutter up at him, utterly trapped.

"Kento-" you start, and he presses a leather-gloved finger to your lips. Pushing you, looming over to you until you're flush against the back wall of the lift, you moan as he slowly lifts you off the ground with his thigh and knee pressed against the wall, pussy now grinding against his flexing muscles. You shudder at the sudden pressure, unable to stop yourself bucking your sex against his thigh. Before you could plead for relief, he pressed two black gloved fingers into your mouth, firmly caressing your tongue at first, before pushing them deeply to the back of your throat. A satisfied huff came from beneath his mask as you choked and gagged, his second hand coming up to lightly squeeze the front of your throat, feeling for his fingers inside you.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he breathed, low and dangerous, continuing to fuck your mouth with his fingers, gradually releasing and squeezing your throat in time with your desperate bucking against his thigh. He groaned lowly, savouring your flushed cheeks and the tears of overstimulation running down them.

"Oh darling," he intoned, watching you struggle to get yourself off against his thigh. "Would this help?" He released your mouth and throat abruptly, reached between your legs with both hands and ripped your trousers at the crotch, your pussy now directly on the harsh cloth of his jumpsuited thigh. You let out a momentary cry of protest, and Kento laughed cruelly.

"You make me hunt you like an animal just for a good fuck, and you draw the line at torn clothes? Please. Your pussy's going to need fresh air for a month after what I'm about to do to you."

He hoisted you roughly by the hips and you wrapped your legs around him, and now you could feel the complete outline of his cock, straining and pulsing against the fabric of his jumpsuit.

"Put the effort in, sweetheart," he said as he let go of your thighs, slamming his clothed cock against your bare pussy to hold you against the wall, and you humped furiously against his length, folds open and clit rubbing directly on rough cloth. He gasped beneath his mask, and as you clawed at his back and sucked a droplet of sweat off the side of his throat, he growled, low and threatening.

You felt his hands move together, one to grip your throat again and push your head hard against the wall, and the other to rip open your shirt and tear the fabric of your bra to release your breasts. He tugged at your nipples until you mewled and squirmed against him. He felt your arousal seep through his jumpsuit and underwear, mixing with his precum and making you both wetter. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into you, and you broke, begging and pleading for him to let you cum.

Abruptly, he pulled away from you, leaving you splayed, pussy cold and throbbing, denied the pleasure of your approaching orgasm. Kento turned away from you, shoulders heaving with effort, gripping the base of his cock through his jumpsuit. Head thrown back as he panted, you felt lightheaded with the smell of his sweat and natural scent filling the air around you.

"No...no. You don't get off that easily. And I won't get off that easily, humping like teenagers in a store cupboard. You take pleasure in denial? I'll give you denial."

He turned, spinning you and pressing your face against the cold wall, hand still gloved. You were astounded and appalled by his level of self-control, his own continued self-denial, refusing himself sensory stimuli by remaining gloved, clothed and masked. He rolled his hand into a fist and pressed the small of your back.

"Arch. Now," he ordered. You did as you were told, dropping your belly and pushing your arse out, teasing again against his straining cock. You heard a slow unzipping behind you, and a rustling. You cried out as fabric was crammed into your mouth and, tasting yourself and Kento on your tongue, you guessed he had used your panties to clean himself up before silencing you.

Another noise filled you with alarm- Kento reaching to his back and unsheathing his blade. You felt one finger gently tap the side of your head as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "You and I both know you have other ways to get your safe word across, hmm?"

You felt something cool and hard rub slowly between your wet, bare folds, and realised with a moan and a blush that Kento was about to fuck you with the handle of his blade. Rubbing lazy circles around your clit, Kento sighed, watching creamy arousal drip down the handle of his blade. He wanted nothing more than to duck down and lick it clean before plunging his tongue into your velvety walls, for you to ride his face until he had you seeing stars. Denying yourself pleasure had meant denying him pleasure, and you knew as well as he did that all it took for him to cum in his pants was you moaning, breaking and falling apart as he ate you out.

For now, he'd let his rage burn slowly, bright embers on black coal, and remind you just how patient he could really be. It would be all the better to lose control with you when you were fucked out, floppy and incapable of denying him any longer.

"Are you going to cum on my blade, hmm?" he whispered against your ear, quickening his circles around your clit as you nodded and whimpered, occasionally threatening to push his blade's handle inside you, denying you as you pressed yourself back into him. Suddenly, inchingly, he raised the handle to your entrance, sliding it through velvet walls and your slick until it bottomed out at the hilt. You whined, and squealed as he twisted the blade, so the nub at the end of the handle pushed insistently against your cervix and sweet spot.

Thrusting it in and out of you harshly, Kento felt dizzy as you shook and whined, leather glove now coated with your creamy white arousal, smells of sweat and cum mingling in the air, and he was overwhelmed for a moment with untouched pleasure and affection, with how well you were doing for him, and he mumbled into your ear as if he were the one being pleasured blind.

"Oh god, yes, yesssss, keep going. Keep going darling, don't stop now, you're taking it so well for me." He groaned into your ear as it became harder for him to push the handle back into you as your pussy clenched and fluttered as you approached your orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks, so he sped up, reaching round you with his other hand to pinch your clit harshly.

You came with a shout, bliss overwhelming you, wishing it was his cock your walls were milking, your voice drawing out into pathetic mewling as Kento continued his ministrations. Your vision speckled with white lights and your legs shook, seeking Kento's eyes behind his dark glasses. He raised his eyebrows and looked over his glasses at you, eye-to-eye for the first time since you had left home and through Kento's flinty gaze, was a fleck of playfulness as he toyed with you, a cat with a mouse.

Kento hummed, "Too much, not enough...hard to please, aren't you? Oh, keep going my love, because I won't be satisfied until you're putty in my hands." Precum dripped down his throbbing cock as you came again, crying out weakly, nearly collapsing onto the handle of his blade. Slowing down as you rode the waves of pleasure, Kento pulled the handle out and wiped the tears from your eyes, shushing you. He tugged the panties out of your mouth as you coughed and pocketed them, raising the handle up to your mouth.

"Clean it," he ordered, eyeing you intently as you obediently locked and sucked your own essence of the length of the handle. "Not too much," he urged, sheathing his blade back between his shoulders, "I want to smell you on my hands after I fight."

You turned, back pressed against the wall, and Kento allowed it. He appraised his work, you now trembling and sweating, your arousal evident on the torn leather of your trousers, and you begged him.

"Kento, please...I need you inside me. I'll do anything. Please."

"I'm not sure," he intoned again, "you haven't taken me for quite some time, you see. I feel like we need to stretch you out a little, before I wrap you around my cock."

Still staring at you, eyes settled on your heaving breasts, squashed together by your torn shirt, he removed his gloves, one finger at a time. Reaching into another pocket, you heard the rustle of packaging, and Kento deftly unpackaged a dildo and rabbit duo, and a tiny controller that he rolled musingly between his thick fingers.

Hand around your throat again, warningly, Kento gave a gentle squeeze as he stuffed the dildo up with little warning until it bottomed out in you, rabbit lined up with your clit. You jumped in shock, still sensitive from cumming- but blurted out through your tight throat, "Not as big as you."

Kento chuckled sardonically, "Oh? You remember how big I am?" He yanked you in by your neck until you were nose to nose, "Only, you haven't been very good friends with my cock this past-" he checked his watch, "29 days, have you?" He removed his glasses, tossing them aside, rewarding you again with his impassive gaze. His mood was swinging so wildly, he was giving you whiplash. Kento, for the first time in years, seemed positively unhinged. He slammed a mask-shielded kiss to your mouth, moaning into you, and as you came up for air, he buried his hand deep into your hair, grabbing at the roots and forcing you down to your knees, the tightness of the space bringing you face to face with his clothed, hard cock.

He stared down into your eyes, satisfied with the arrangement as you clutched his thighs, and you felt the vibrator buzz to life while he once again unzipped his jumpsuit agonisingly slowly, stripteasing you as first the hard planes of his chest, then his abdomen, then his neatly trimmed honey-coloured pubes came into view.

Reaching the hand holding the controller down, he reached into his underwear and finally revealed his heavy cock and balls, falling hard onto your face. Your mouth watered as you stared up at him, opening your mouth obediently, and Kento's last thread snapped.

Both hands now buried in your hair, and gripping the controller, Kento rammed his cock immediately to the back of your throat, whimpering with relief at the intense pleasure of your throat gagging around him. A few quick clicks of the controller and the vibrator maxed out, strangled squeaks coming from you at the combined intensity of Kento fucking your face with wild abandon and the buzz of the vibrator on your swollen, hypersensitive clit.

Kento gripped you by the hair, slamming his cock repeatedly into your mouth and throat, grunting and gasping as he felt your tongue raise to cup the underside of his sensitive length, pink head brushing against the wet muscle as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust. His head swirled with pleasure, vision thick and hazy after denying himself and being denied for so long, moaning your name, begging to cum down your throat, begging you to cum with him. Head thrown back, he saw stars.

Rolling his head down to look at you, tears running down your cheeks, and mingling with your own saliva and his precum, he fell apart as he watched you play with your own nipples, your mouth tight around him.

As you came again, throat closing around him, he held you nose to pubes as he came with a bark, a month's worth of pent up seed squirtig down your throat in thick, hot bursts. You swallowed, twitching and jerking as the vibrator overstimulated you and you struggled to swallow Kento's massive load. Kento shook, grip in your hair loosening, cock still pulsing and leaping in your mouth as his orgasm drew-out, moaning your name and sweet nothings to you.

Pulling out of your mouth, cock still impossibly hard, he pulled you up to him, pulling the dildo out of you and throwing it and his mask aside. Your eyes met, thoughts headed in the same direction and he pressed you against the wall, your legs locked around his hips.

Kento sunk his cock between your puffy folds, hammering into you immediately, kissing you properly for the first time. Both addled and desperate, you cried out his name as Kento rammed repeatedly into you, pulling out almost completely before bottoming out again, feeling your cervix jump against your belly every time he hit you deeply.

Hair a mess, sweat mingling on his chest, and eyes ablaze, Kento watched you with total adoration as you melted around him, as pliable and floppy as he'd wanted you, eyes glazed as you shook your head and whined.

"I can't cum again...Kento...hurts..."

He leaned close, huffing into your neck as his cock continued to abuse your hole, used and swollen, denying himself from finishing until you came again. His hand coming to rest at your throat again, and his other at your breasts, he squeezed both harshly. The overstimulation combined with lack of air caused a rush that went straight to your pussy, and you broke, gushing around him as you came again.

Kento came again, all shaking moans and pleas, cockhead squirting against your cervix as you felt warmth seep into your belly, both riding your highs, clinging to each other as if on a sinking ship.

Moments passed, panting in each others' arms, and Kento drew both arms around you, embracing you warmly, nose in your hair. You sunk against his chest in bliss, a moment of emptiness as his cock slipped out, and cum trickled down your thighs.

"You were right," he finally groaned, "it was especially good after so long."

You grinned into his chest, nuzzling it and planting a wet kiss above his heart, "And you were right."

Kento looked down at you, one eyebrow raised quizzically. You nipped his left pec, playful.

"I wouldn't fancy my chances against a Curse-user like you."

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Principal Yaga sat with Gojo and Nanami, reading through progress reports for the students, looking with special interest at the Sorcerer VS Curse-user event.

"So, let me get this straight:

Fushiguro would have laughed himself to death if Inumaki hadn't finally released his technique, and Shoko healed him of a minor concussion caused by Nanami-sensei.

Zenin Maki had to be carried back to the van by Ijichi-san, as Inumaki wouldn't release his technique, as he worried Zenin would stab him to death.

Nanami, you broke four of Itadori-kun's ribs, as he refused to fight you. As he was headed to Shoko for treatment, Nobara nailed him to the walls of a lingerie store, but both declined to answer who was in there first. Nobara went to browse the clothing shops.

Ino was found asleep at 2am in a bed store, and once Inumaki had ordered him to tidy up after himself, he was then ordered to go and play by himself in the adjacent toy shop.

Inumaki settled himself down in the book shop, and sellotaped my Curse-doll back together, which he found inside a stationary cupboard, after it had been torn to shreds by Nanami-sensei.

Nanami captured you in the store rooms after a brief combat."

Yaga then glared up at Gojo, eyes narrowed as Gojo sipped coffee innocuously. Yaga continued.

"And Gojo witnessed none of it, as he and Shoko spent the whole night gossiping at the coffee shop on Level 2."

"I figured Nanamin and his girl had things handled."

Yaga scoffed, tucking the papers back inside their folder.

"So who would you both agree to have been MVP of the event?"

Nanami and Gojo looked at each other. Considering, Nanami spoke first.

"I'd say it had to have been Inumaki. Excellent use of his cursed-technique to incapacitate without injuring, taking out 3 of the 5 Curse-user team, with a little support from my wife."

"Actually," Gojo interjected, "I'd have to say it was Panda." Nanami raised an eyebrow in inquiry- he had completely forgotten about Panda.

Gojo continued, "He stayed as still as the grave against the shelves in the Build-a-Bear Factory. Said he hadn't planned to stay there that long, but he found watching Nanamin beat Itadori-kun half to death so intimidating, he stayed there all night. I didn't find him until 7am."

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Reader when she runs from Kento after pushing her undies into his pocket:

Being chased down by horny Nanami?

Haha pussy go BRRRR

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heavensgaze · 2 months ago

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YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT

A GardenClan Story - This story is a supplemental but fully canon addition to the story of Our Garden Under Heaven. It takes place directly after the events of Moon 8, from the perspective of Darkest Night as she ponders her past and GardenClan's future.

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“Run.” Darkest Night lifted her paw from the younger cat’s chest, leaving behind the gash she’d gifted him. “And make sure you tell your friends I’ll be watching.”

The little golden cat staggered to their paws, swaying slightly. She resisted the urge to lash out a massive paw one more time for emphasis. Her claws were capable of much worse damage than she’d dealt this time. Her victim should consider himself lucky–she needed to be sure that the defeated scrap before her made it back to their camp in one piece.

The smaller cat began to scramble backward, desperate to put distance between them. Darkest Night closed the gap with one step, putting her muzzle close to their trembling snout. Their blue eyes were wide, so huge and clear that she could see her own face reflected within them. Her teeth gleamed in the brutal midday sun.

“I know what you are. Where you’re from. And until Heaven takes pity upon you and takes you back, I will never stop hunting you.”

With her voice echoing, carried across the desert by the wind, Darkest Night stood still and watched the white tail tip bob across the sand until it disappeared over the horizon. A deep sense of satisfaction swept over her. Assured that her warning would stick in the young cat's mind, she turned back the way she had come.

The sun had not yet set by the time she arrived back at her den. The massive cave in the stoney ravine had been her home for many seasons now. The surrounding cats knew to keep their distance. She was not a friendly cat. The sound of voices felt like the buzzing of mosquitoes in her ears.

She cleared the slope in one leap, massive paws landing without so much as a sound on the rocks. The surface was cool on her pads, but she did not bother to relish the comfort. Physical pleasures were short lived, a blink of an eye when compared to a lifetime of torture at the paws of indifference. A prison would still be a prison, even as the sun shined and flowers bloomed. There was nothing the earth could do to soothe her.

Instead she lumbered deeper into the cave until the darkness swallowed her completely. It was here, beneath the world, that she let her muscles relax. The Eyes of Heaven could not find her here. The glimmering stars could not sit coldly above, taunting her with their silence.

Not so much as a shadow was able to be cast when she sat, lowering her frame down against the stone, and bringing her bloody forepaw to her lips to clean it. The iron tang sent memories flashing through her head so fast it made her feel almost dizzy. She closed her eyes, relishing the taste the same way one might savor the final scraps of a mouse. She was no stranger to the taste of blood, but the little cat tasted so much of him it threatened to turn her stomach nauseous. The memories danced in her gut, churning her insides until they were so deeply unsettled she could stave off her nostalgia no longer.

Her fur had been kit-soft once, and her paws hadn't felt so heavy. She'd played in the sand and the water and the leaves and the snow. He'd been beside her through all of it. Together they'd discovered the sound of birdsong, the taste of prey, and the way the stars seemed to watch over them like a thousand tiny eyes when the darkness came. They'd lived among cats, as cats were made to do.

But we were not cats.

The thought made her stomach settle, replacing the unsteady churning with a frozen lake of resentment. She opened her eyes. Her claws had left deep scars beneath her on the cave ground. Darkest Night sneered, showing her teeth to the blackness surrounding her. It was childish to dwell on what she had once been. But her divinity had been stolen from her. She had every right to her bitterness.

It was all she had left.

With a dismissive flick of her ears, she continued grooming until she could no longer taste the young cat's blood. When she was satisfied her paws had been washed clean of her deed, Darkest Night got to her paws with a luxurious stretch. Her muscles rippled beneath her pelt, strong but still sore from her walk. She snorted–Thousands of moons and this is how I age, eh?

It was her constant trekking back and forth from the Eden Tree that had left her body aching. She’d only come to observe, to see the changes to their camp and routine now that they’d added to their ranks. If she’d seen the round tortie, she might have even risked asking who he was. That one was more reasonable. He already feared her, and had answered her readily when she had questioned him upon their first meeting. If she had met them out on the sands and grassy plains, Darkest Night was sure they'd have told her about the fat tom with the strange eyes. The yellow one had crossed her path first this time. She was always in the lead when they walked together, tail held high with the arrogance and ignorance of her youth. Somewhere beneath her hatred of the bright little cat, she felt a twinge of pity.

Foolish kits, doomed to be the playthings of Heaven.

Just like me, she thought, gritting her teeth.

She wondered if she might have spoken to her first, before drawing blood. No. He wore his stubbornness like a halo around him, all the while trembling like a leaf in the breeze. That one would be mule-headed until the day he died.

Just like him.

Scaring her had been a fine alternative. Pain was an efficient teacher. There would be other opportunities to speak to the little one, and their new prophet as well. It was important that the two stars were introduced to the reality of the world they’d been sent to. There were no soft paws waiting for them here.

Darkest Night ran her long claws across the stone wall of the cave, stretching once more to rid herself of the creaking in her bones. Then she shook her pelt and laid down, not bothering herself with a meal. The ache of hunger had not troubled her for many seasons. It would not kill her to wait another night. It would not kill her to wait forever. That was always the problem.

Her green eyes closed, and she rested her chin against her paws to rest.

“Nightpaw, get up!”

She was roused by a tug on her ear, and the feeling of a body on top of her. Nightpaw? There was only one who had ever known her by that name. Tiny paws pummeled her mountainous shoulders before her attacker slid off of her. He hopped away the moment she stood, wisely out of reach of her claws.

The little golden tomcat ducked a half hearted swipe from her paw, and pranced around her in a circle.

“What do you want?” She spat. She sat down, but kept her claws unsheathed. “And why have you chosen to appear like this?” She peeled her lips back into a toothy sneer. “The soft kit fur of youth doesn't quite suit you anymore, Dawn. Not as you exist to me.”

He stopped prancing, coming to stand in front of her. “Is this better?”

Before she could blink, he'd aged. He was smaller than she was, but with a nobility to everything from the way he held his head to the arch in his spine that made him feel as large as a lion. Golden eyes stared directly into her, burning with the intensity of the sun, and the massive mane of fur around his neck hung like a cloak of brilliant snow before turning blood red across his throat. A few tiny splatters of blood struck the cave floor, echoing around the two of them.

This was how she remembered him. Radiant and bleeding.

“Still doesn't explain why I've dreamed you up,” she growled. “I thought my reward for extinguishing you was getting to live free of your preaching, and yet here you are. Alive and…” She glanced at the wound on his throat. “Not well, I suppose.”

“You cannot kill your memories, Night.”

“I remember you more broken than this in your final moments.” Heat rushed through her pelt and she leaned towards him, giving him a full view of her fangs. “Torn to shreds and begging.”

“That’s not my problem.” His deep voice was casual, almost breezy. A grin spread across his features. “Like we've said, I'm your dream, Night.”

She spit in frustration, wishing she hadn't remembered his stubbornness quite so clearly. He raised one white paw, licking it before drawing it over his ear.

“The Eden Tree blooms once more,” He mused. “It ought to bear fruit any day now.”

She didn't respond. How dare he treat this as nothing more than catching up between friends? After all he had done to her, after all that had been done to both of them! The sick, nostalgic feeling returned to her stomach.

“You must care. You tracked that young cat for ages just to startle him. Why didn't you just tell him what you know?”

“Would it have done any good?” She growled. “She's like you. Too bright to see the shadows she casts.”

“And the other? Is she like you?” His eyes narrowed with accusation, two shining suns seeing through her and making her pelt burn.

“Reasonable, you mean?” She couldn't hold back her frustration. “Of course, you'd watch them suffer for thousands of moons at the whims of Heaven before you'd step in. They'd be better off joining you. It'd spare them the trouble!”

He blinked slowly, his grin fading into a look of concern. “So you intend to snuff them out? Is that still the only mercy you know?”

“It's the only mercy Heaven allows us.” She flashed back. Her body blazed from the pads of her paws to the tip of her tail. She flashed out a paw, making sure this time to not miss.

It caught him on the side of his face, and her claws tore through his cheek easily. The blow was followed by an explosion of blood, splattering across her eyes and muzzle while he staggered backwards several pawsteps, reeling.

“Do you feel better?” He asked, glaring at her. Rage boiled in her belly. He had no right to look so betrayed. The blood from his cheek ran down his face and neck, joining the wound on his throat like two rivers converging into the ever-growing sea of red at his feet.

“Yes.” She spat back.

“Those paws built a clan once,” he said mournfully. “Was Heaven's sin against you really worth all of this?”

Her claws reached deep into the earth, and she allowed herself the memory. Back when the two of them snuggled together beneath the Eden tree, his head on her not-yet muscular shoulder while she nuzzled into the growing tufts of his mane. They'd played together then, tumbling over one another as their laughter and squeals rang out over the pool before the wind carried their joy across the dunes and into the desert. Their little slice of paradise, under the sun and stars, that would soon fill with the bodies of other cats. If she tried she could remember their smells, even their faces. For some, she could even recall their names. They'd been her friends, her companions, her family, and she and Dawn had brought them all together, just as Heaven had ordained them to.

For what? She'd asked the same question then, over and over again. Each prophet had given her a different answer, and not one had satisfied her. And, always at her side, Dawn would nod wisely in agreement, his confidence in their mission unshakable. She was the weaker of the two. She always had been. But here she stood now, in front of the spectre of the cat she'd loved as a brother, a friend, and more–for better or worse, only one of them was alive.

“Dawn.” She growled, rising to her paws. She loomed over him, swallowing him in her shadow. “You don't know half of what was done to me. I've spent a thousand moons in this wasteland. We watched generations of cats together, guided them in the name of that heartless spirit. Where are they now, Dawn? Your beloved prophets are nothing but food for the worms and maggots. They live below the earth, just as I do, but only they know any peace. It's the only real gift Heaven has ever given them, and you and I were granted no such pity! May you never know the abyss this existence has brought me. You died a martyr, Brightest Dawn. We are not all so lucky.”

By the time she finished her tirade, she was snarling through her teeth. Her breath was hot, and bubbles of saliva formed at her gums. He stared up at her blankly. She stared back, waiting for some indicator of fear to cloud his features, even though she knew it would never come. In all of their time together, she could remember no time he trembled.

Stubborn fool.

“I will not be tormented by my better half.” She spat. The heat in her body was cooling, freezing to jagged ice.

“Night,” his voice was low and hoarse. Perhaps the wound in his throat would finally shut him up. He continued on, and she forced her frustration down, lest she whirl on him once more to deliver another blow that would ultimately mean nothing. “You are angry because you know I'm right. Those two are not a threat to you. You could be their ally, if you wanted. You’ve stood in their pawsteps–you could help them. Your core cannot be so frozen that you do not see that.”

“Damn you, Brightest Dawn, and damn the eyes who sent us to this cursed world together. I will never work in the service of Heaven again.”

“Darkest Night–”

“No!” The cave shook with her screech. Her fur bristled wildly as more spit flew from her jaws. “You will speak no more!”

She jerked away from him before he could say more, and turned. With her back to him, facing the darkness of the cave, she forced her madness down. “Leave me, Dawn. I will not dream of you again.”

Darkest Night did not look over her shoulder to see his face. There was only so long she could wallow in their failure. Whatever she had become, she was no longer a star. She and Dawn had each burned out in their own way too long ago for it to matter. If she looked at him again, she knew she’d succumb to her madness and fury, and attack him, only to find no satisfaction in fighting her memory and to wake up on the cave floor, alone again.

She’d killed him once. There was nothing to be gained in reliving it.

She was not Heaven. She had no need to endlessly repeat the same cycle, to watch the same story play out over and over again.

Fine, she thought. Send your stars. Send the whole damn sky if you must. The image of the two of them, each terrified beneath her paws, brought a great comfort as she stalked deeper into the blackness of the cave, leaving her memory behind. She would find a way to ruin them.

Tomorrow when she awoke, she would go back to the SmokeClan camp. Evening Fire had been eager to listen to her knowledge of their territory the first time they’d met. The smoky black tom was perhaps the stupidest cat she’d ever met. His greed and pride were as valuable a weapon as his claws, and as great a weakness as his soft underbelly. He’d wanted their land of plenty to himself the moment she brought it up, and the dribbling sycophants he surrounded himself with would only stoke the flames of his hunger. There was a chance that cats’ own nature would do the job for her, and she could destroy the new Clan without having to lift so much as a single claw.

Then again, if she did need to bloody her own paws, she would. The two stars and their new prophet had plenty of weaknesses. The yellow one’s stubbornness, the tortie’s fear, and the black and white tom’s own doubts–for he surely must have some–could all be turned against them. A growl rumbled in her throat. She would not let them succeed.

If she could not have her revenge on Heaven itself, this would have to do. How lucky for her then, that she had plenty of time.

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago

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do you think they'll ever do a twst event based off "mickey's house of villains"

probably not the actual seven since they're regarded as heros in-universe but instead, as an alternative, the dead family members of our favorite boys? (ie, aidne shroud, maleanor draconia, ruggie's mom, silver's parents and uncle, and of course mickey lol)

The Great Seven and other Disney characters are generally considered important historical figures in Twisted Wonderland so I don’t see them formally interacting with the Twst characters (the only exception being Lost in the Books). I don’t know if they’d do dead family members…? Because a handful of them are so integral to late book 7, Twst surely wouldn’t want to spoil their designs, personalities, and backstories in a random event.

I could see Twst maybe off-handedly reference House of Mouse as an in-universe TV show or club, but I don’t know if I see a whole event centered around it. There’s just not enough content (especially since the show itself exists in the first place to recycle old Mickey and friends animated shorts); they’d have to considerably pad the premise out. If they do make an event inspired by House of Mouse, I see it as the NRC students putting on a performance/taking over a performance, attending a dinner theatre show together, or even some kind of Family Day (with living family members) visiting campus to hear about the boys’ accomplishments.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #house of mouse #question #notes from the writing raven

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yeollie-plz · 7 months ago

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Cat and Mouse

A post for @itwasntimethatdidit40 for the Pedrostories Secret Santa event!

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Synopsis: Joel hates you. You hate Joel. But maybe you don't?

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: not really any Ellie, Christmas themes, hatred, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication

All gif credits to owners!

Winter in Jackson was cozy. Fires burned and snow padded the ground. Although, Christmas had lost a bit of it's magic after the outbreak, everyone in Jackson worked hard to still bring a bit of warmth to the holiday season.

There were parties and gift exchanges. Most gifts were handmade but that meant more anyways. This year they decided to have a "Secret Santa" event and you got the worst possible option. Joel Miller.

The man was impossible. Cold, calculated, and didn't really give a damn about anyone but himself. And, maybe, his brother. Besides not knowing what to get him, you never really liked the man to begin with.

And it seemed the sentiment was equal, because anytime you were near him he'd seem to distance himself or brush you off like you didn't exist. That was the beginning of your loathing of Joel Miller. His constant obsession with pretending you weren't standing right there. Like you weren't actively trying to have a conversation with him.

Then there was the looks. The sideways looks he'd give you, then when you'd notice them he'd scoff and look away like he hadn't just been boring holes into the back of your neck.

It was irritating, so after a few months of this cat and mouse you came to the conclusion that you in fact hated Joel Miller.

So, when you drew his name from the raggedy Santa hat Tommy was excitedly holding out to you, you couldn't help but let your face drop. Out of all the people in Jackson, why him?

Tommy seemed to notice the change in your disposition, because his smile faded as well, instead his face turned into question. You wiped the disappointment off of yours and smiled up at him the best you could muster. Trying your best to brush off what you knew would be a never ending string of questions. Tommy would never be able to understand your hatred of his brother and it wasn't worth the pushing that was bound to come.

So instead, you went to Maria, convinced that she would know what to get her brother-in-law for Christmas. But as you asked Maria, she shrugged and said that she didn't know much about him either.

"He's a secretive man." Maria said simply, as she scrubbed the dishes in her sink. You sighed at her response and left soon after.

As you made your way home you contemplated what you would do. After much thought you came down with two options: observe Joel as much as you could in the next week or attempt to talk to him.

The second option obviously wasn't your favorite option and it would be a bit suspicious. Especially because for the better part of the past year, you'd been actively avoiding him as well.

So, observing him it was.

Five days past of watching Joel Miller. You didn't think he had caught on but honestly you didn't care much. You would watch him during dinner or follow him to the bar. You kept a distance and would talk to people to make it seem less obvious.

And even after all that you were still drawing a bit of a blank. That was until tonight.

You were currently standing leaning against the wall of the bar. A glass in one hand as you watched Joel sit at the bar top. He got what he always got and sat there as silent as he always did. The man was almost too routine, too boring.

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink. Just as you were bringing the glass back down you noticed Joel was no longer sitting at the bar.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced around a bit trying to see where he ran off too. That's when a gruff voice spoke right into your ear, "You've been following me, darlin'"

You swallowed harshly, it was Joel, standing right behind you, talking right in your ear. Even worse, he had caught onto your stalking. You turned around to face him.

"What?" You did your best to feign ignorance, but you knew you couldn't fool him.

He let out a half scoff and smirked at you. "Don't play dumb. I've noticed your little game. What's got you so interested little mouse?"

Now it was your turn to scoff, "Little mouse? Isn't it the cat that usually chases the mouse not the other way around?"

"Fine, sugar, lets say you're the cat. What's got you so curious?"

"Not you." You say simply and take another sip of your drink, turning back to scan the bar as if you were waiting for someone.

"You're not fooling anyone, you know?" Joel said directly into your ear again and stalked off. Leaving the bar completely and leaving you absolutely dumbfounded.

That was the most words Joel Miller had ever said to you.

The conversation somehow brought to light to what you were going to give Joel for Christmas. Although you still knew little to nothing about the man, you did have a bit of an evil idea for a gift. He was so convinced he was the cat, you were going to give him something that would solidify him as the mouse.

So now you were sat in your living room sewing together some leftover gray yarn into the shape of a mouse. This wasn't the most work you'd put into a gift before but it sure was more than you'd like to put in for Joel. But now you were determined to see the look on his face when he opened it.

Attaching a makeshift key ring to the knit mouse, you smiled at your handiwork. Eat it, Joel Miller, you are the mouse in this game.

When the Christmas party came around, you were getting a bit excited about your gift. You put it into a little box with some crafted paper bow to try and make it look a bit festive and left it on the gift table as discreetly as possible. You figured Joel would know quickly who his Secret Santa was but that didn't mean you still didn't want a bit of an element of surprise.

The party continued for about an hour as the rest of the off duty members of Jackson filtered in. When it seemed as if most had arrived, Tommy called into the crowd, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Maria patted him on the shoulder in thanks and addressed the room.

You watched as Maria gave a bit of a speech about how this past year has been, but you were too distracted by watching for Joel. He had yet to arrive and you really wanted to see the look on his face when he opened his gift.

Just as Maria was finishing her speech and beginning to explain a bit about Secret Santa, Joel slithered into the room. He slipped in so quickly you almost didn't notice. But as he leaned against the wall close to the door, you scanned his appearance.

Normally he wasn't very put together but there was something different about this Joel. His shirt seemed freshly pressed and his hair was styled a bit differently than usual. He almost looked han-

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts? Were you seriously just about to think that? About Joel Miller?

Dragging your eyes back over to Maria, you tried to distract yourself from the weird thoughts you had just had, afraid you might puke if you were to dwell on them too long. Maria finishes speaking quickly and crosses the room to the present table to help hand out the gifts.

Joel was now standing near the table, you weren't sure when he had moved, but you also didn't care. He stood on the other side of the table, eyes following you as you settled into the crowd surrounding it. His hands in his pockets as he looked you up in down.

You gave him a sideways glance, but were drawn out of it by someone calling your name. It was Maria holding out a small burlap sack to you. You took it with a grateful smile and moved back into the crowd a bit. Trying to distance yourself from the people, or Joel, you weren't too sure.

So, in your secluded corner, you untied the twine around the sack and pulled out your gift. It was a piece of whittled wood in the shape off...a cat? It was definitely a cat.

Your eyes snapped up only to be met with Joel's deep brown ones. He held up your knit mouse and shook it a bit, a knowing look donning his face.

You didn't do anything, just stood there in shock. Not only did Joel as have you as his giftee, he had given you almost the same gift. And it was as handmade as yours was.

Dropping the wooden cat back into its bag, you shoved the item into your pocket and made your way through the crowd. The minute you were met with the crisp winter air outside, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"It's cold out here, sugar." It was Joel, right behind you again. Sneaking up on you again.

"Joel." The words were almost a whisper as they fell from your lips.

The two of you sat in silence for a second. He had saddled up next to you, no words broke the coldness in the air. No one looked at the other. Just the sound of breathing and the whistle in the wind.

Until he let out a sigh, "You really do hate me huh?"

"What?" You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say, it just wasn't that. Yes, you hated him but you never thought you'd have to explain that to someone. Especially not him. Especially when you thought it was a mutual feeling.

"You hate me, don't you?" He said matter-of-factly, like he already knew your answer.

"I-" You stumbled over your words.

"It's alright, I already figured as much." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, Merry Christmas."

And with that he left you alone, standing there confused.

The next week, Joel was almost nowhere to be found. He barely came to eat and never came out to the bar anymore. You weren't missing him but you sure were noticing.

Half of you was nervous it had something to do with you. You never meant to hurt his feelings. No matter how much you didn't care for the man, you still didn't want him to feel hurt.

So, at the end of the week, you decided to be the bigger person and go to his house. You were both adults after all. Not everyone liked everyone and he would just have to get over that.

With a deep breath that led to a sigh, you knocked at Joel's door. And as you sat there in the cold, you almost wished he didn't answer it.

But as the door crept open and Joel came into to view, your confidence faltered a bit. His brows furrowed when he caught sight of you, obviously confused on why you were here.

You didn't give him a chance to ask and began to go through your practiced speech instead. "We are both adults. We didn't talk much before this, obviously didn't like each other but after you asked and didn't even let me answer, you've been absent. It's not like you avoiding me is anything different than before, it's just more intense this time. We are grown, we can accept the fact that we hate each other, without avoiding each other like we are some stupid high schoolers."

He gave you a minute to make sure you were done. You caught your breath, obviously saying all of that in one go. And as you gave him a look as if to finally say something, that's when he took the hint and did.

"I don't hate you."

That is not what you thought you'd hear after all that. You thought maybe he'd yell back, start some sort of argument. Or maybe even call you an idiot and slam the door in your face. But that? That was unexpected.

As if your shock was obvious, he repeated himself, "I don't hate you." This time the tone was even more serious than prior.

"What?"

He laughs this time, knowing he has to repeat himself once again.

"I don't hate you, sugar, quite the opposite actually. And I haven't been avoiding you, Tommy asked me to cover some of his shifts so I've just had a bit of a different schedule than usual."

"You-you what? Your schedule?"

He laughed at your reaction, "Yes, my schedule. Although it is very endearing you thought it had something to do with you. Trust me, darlin', if I could see that pretty face every second of the day, I would."

Now if you weren't shocked before, this would've been the frosting on the cake. You were now in a state of shock you hadn't been in since the beginning of the outbreak. Not only did Joel Miller, the center of your hatred for the better part of a year, just admitted you were alone in that hatred. But he also said you were pretty in the same sentiment.

He seemed to sense your lack of being able to form words, so he continued.

"I've never hated you. I just never knew how to handle my emotions. Didn't know how to do that even before the world went to shit, let alone now when no one can trust anyone. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable so I avoided you and trust me it was hard because sometimes I just to tell you everything."

"You-you never hated me. You never wanted to avoid me. I've hated you on my own? I spent all this time hating you over a miscommunication?"

"And you were standing there telling me not to act like a high schooler."

You gave him a warning look to which he held up his arms in surrender.

"I'm just saying, you could've came storming up to my door sooner and I wouldn't have complained. Although, I'm not sure I would've had the confidence to say all of what I just said." He looked down at his feet. You had never seen Joel Miller nervous before.

"So what you're saying is I should probably stop hating you and maybe have a conversation or two?"

"Something like that. It is Christmas time after all. Isn't that perfect time for new friends?"

"I guess it is. Alright Joel Miller, you get a second chance, don't waste it."

"I won't." His words were almost a whisper as if he didn't believe you agreed so easily.

You turned and walked down the steps that led to his front door. He watched you intently as you did.

But just as you crossed the icy path of his front lawn, you turned back around to look at him. Only half surprised to see him still standing there.

"You know?" You called out to him. "Maybe you were the cat all along."

A/N: And there she is! Another @pedrostories Secret Santa down in the books! So grateful to them for doing this once again this year! I haven't been writing this past year as much as I'd like to be but this gave me the inspo I needed to get myself motivated!

To my giftee, V, I hope you have an amazing holiday season and Christmas. I hope you enjoy this story! Thank you!

#pedrostoriesgift24 #pedrostories #fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #joel the last of us #the last of us joel #last of us joel #pedro pascal fanfic #tlou joel #joel x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic

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hauntedunderwoods · 2 months ago

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We are getting there!! Ignore the fact that Sylus is still absolutely just scribbles on top, he's last in all of this. The flower event was just too good!!

This will for sure be a new print, I'm considering a mouse pad though, let me know what you think

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #dragons

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seashellisinmyheart · 7 months ago

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I Never Watch Television: A 31 Minutes Novel

English Translation

Chapter Two: Part One

Happy holidays guys!

“Tulio, have your nerves calmed down?”

Returning from the commercial break for the popular Ratol mouse food. Juanin revives Tulio with the help of a huge fan. Little by little, Tulio comes back to his senses.

“Of course, inept, I'm a professional!”

“Oh, thank goodness, because we're back on the air!”

“Aaaay!” Tulio panics again. He takes a bottle of Calmatolin painkillers out of the pocket of his blue jacket and swallow as many as he can before the program continues.

The studio lights suddenly come back on and the musical curtain of 31 Minutes opens. Tulio finishes swallowing painkillers and straightens his tie, while Juanin helps him get back on the chair. Once he has him settled, the producer runs off the set to get behind the cameras.

The magic of television works perfectly: once on air, Tulio seems calm and in control. Ready to reveal the famous news extra!

“Friends, what I am going to present to you next is the GGGHHH…” Tulio clears his throat, a pill is stuck and he has to tap his chest with his fist. Cough, cough, cough…

Quick as lightning, Juanin arrives with a glass of cold water and, gulp! Tulio drinks it in one swallow.

“Sorry, guys. Forgive me if I get emotional. But even I am human, and this is truly the most important news I have ever had to announce in my twenty year successful profession… only comparable to when I announced the discovery of the flushing potty!”

“Ooooh!” everyone in the studio exclaims in disbelief.

“That's right, friends, not even that shocking technological innovation compares to what I will let you know now. Where's the music, Juanin? We need a news beat!”

Juanin gestures to the stagehands at the control, who improvise an orchestra that immediately plays music with the necessary urgency.

The camera zooms in on Tulio until it is in extreme close-up, the tension on the set is at its highest!

“The Titrilquen space agency, AET, will launch into space in a few minutes… THE LARGEST PIZZA IN THE WORLD!”

¡¡¡¡Ooooh!!!!” exclaims every soul of the studio workers in shock.

“Just like you've heard” Tulio continues “The largest pizza in the world will be launched into space today from our own town. Given the international significance of this event, 31 Minutes has been granted exclusive access to the launching pad for the pizza. From there, my niece, Patana Tufillo, will inform us…”

On one of the news screens appears Patana, who has moved extremely quickly to the AET headquarters to cover the news. Behind her, you can see an impressive launch catapult.

“That's right, Uncle Tulio. More then eight hundred hectares of native forest was cut down to create the mega catapult that is behind me. The device will shoot the delicious projectile into space, which has been in the oven for three weeks. Six thousand hectareters of melted cheese, four hundred and fifty tons of juicy tomato; sixty five tons of blue whale pepperoni and six anchovies make this pizza the largest junk food ever to be launched into space. A real pride for humanity!”

“Shocking, Patana!” Tulio exclaims, back at the studio. At his side, he has a special guest.

“And now, our international expert, Dr. Helga Szwazzsenberg, will explain this launch in such a simple way that even I can understand, right, doctor?”

“I'll try, Tulio,” says the engineer, with her marked European accent. Helga is a very Germanic lady with a very bad temper. She wears a white apron and has long blonde hair arranged in two prominent buns, one on each side of her head.

Behind the engineer, stagehands push a smaller replica of the catapult, which they set up on the news desk. A full sized pizza sits on the device.

Helga begins to explain, pointing at the catapult:

“A pizza like this…”

“Sorry, but weren't we talking about a ‘giant pizza’?” Tulio interrupts, surprised by the humble size of the pizza.

“This is a model, you idiot.” The doctor replies, exasperated.

“Oh, I knew that.” Tulio lies, trying not to make a fool of himself.

#31 minutos #31 minutes #I never watch television english translation #spanish to english #tulio triviño #patana tufillo #juanín juan harry

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feralchaton · 2 months ago

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Thank you @elle-mood for tagging me! 🥰🫶🏼✨️

1. Are you named for anyone?

No, more like circumstance.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I seem to cry at least once a day 'release is peace'

3. Do you like your handwriting?

It changes still and yes

4. What's your favorite lunch meat?

Roast turkey and a rare side roast beast can be good more of a charcuterie person though.

5. Do you have kids?

Yes

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

Yes

7. Do you use sarcasm?

While fluent, not unless I have to

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

Yes

9. Would you bungee jump?

Probably not

10. What are your favorite kind of cereals?

Fun stuff that's usually bad for me or hot cereals.

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

Sometimes

12. Do you think you're a strong person?

I know I'm tired of being one but sure

13. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?

Coffee, Vanilla, Phish Food

14. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Energy, eyes, hands

15. Red or Pink?

Red threads/Pink heart

16. What do you like least about yourself physically?

The pain of being hypermobile

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

Black pants no shoes

18. What was the last thing you ate?

Oyster mushrooms, corn 'salad' with sumac onions, shishito peppers & chicken...then a dark chocolate peanut butter cup

19. What are you listening to?

Birds and my son singing

20. If you were a pencil, what color would you be?

I'd like to say cerulean or viridian or phthalo but probably soft charcoal

21. What's your favorite smell?

Fresh brewed coffee, the ones I love, rain/snow, blooming flowers, salty storm air...

22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?

My husband

23. Favorite sport to watch?

Tennis & Olympic events

24. Hair color?

Dark brown with a lot of silver and white strands.

25. Eye color?

Dark brown

26. Do you wear contact lenses?

Haven't for a very long time but I've been thinking about it

27. Favorite food?

well grown & made

28. Horror films or comedies?

I used to love horror but it's comedy now...dark comedy?

29. Last film you watched?

The Menu

30. What color shirt do you wear?

White with green writing

31. Summer or winter?

Winter

32. Hugs or kisses?

Hugs AND kisses

33. What book are you reading?

There's a post from a few days ago, that's the reading for a while - taking my time with them

34. Who are you missing right now?

I miss who people pretended to be and I miss who I thought people were - so... no one, really.

35. What's on your mouse pad?

Phone or laptop no more mouse pads

36. What was the last TV program you watched?

Twilight Zone last night (prison planet with robot companion); Bluey is on currently (adults could do with watching this cartoon, it is that good)

37. What's the best sound?

Laughter especially of those we love, favorite songs, birds, crickets at twilight, ocean waves crashing, wind in the trees/leaves/grasses, the steady hum of open road

38. Rolling Stones or Beatles?

Each have their own distinct vibe. I tend to listen to more Beatles in the summer and Stones during fall/winter 🤷🏻‍♀️

39. What's the longest distance you've traveled?

The Netherlands

40. Do you have a special talent?

Yes

41. Where were you born?

NYC

To tag or not to tag, that is the question...these do take time to do so I leave that to you! If you see this and want to play along, please. You can say I tagged you if you want 😉.

It is a great way to slow down and tune in...just sayin'

#i was tagged #😘#questions & answers #feralchaton

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frankiesmileshow · 1 year ago

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Hi! I'm a new fan of your work and I'm interested in starting pixel art. I would love your advice! Could you recommend some tips for a beginner like me? Tks!

Advice for getting into pixel art:

1- Use a program meant for pixel art like Aseprite (the one I use now, about 30 USD$) or Graphicsgale (the one I used before, its free) , not a general-use image editor or a digital painting program.

You dont need a tablet to do pixel art, I only draw with a 10$ optical mouse, but if youre already used to drawing with a tablet, then go ahead; many people draw pixel art with those.

2- Start small. Think NES and the like, where there aren't many pixels or colors to work with.

Take screenshots or sprite sheets from NES games or Sega Genesis games (find these on https://www.spriters-resource.com/ ) , and edit them, or try adding things to them using the same colors already in the image.

I used to run a little weekly activity on my live stream where we took screenshots from old NES games and modified them for fun. The appeal is that it gives you a limited set of colors and a bunch of examples of how to use them, so it helps you learn to make color choices.

3- If you don't already draw by hand or digitally, start drawing. Get into the habit of sketching and drawing.

Try to do it every day if you can, even if its not a lot of time, and even if youre not very good. Maybe get a drawing pad and carry it around with you if you can, so you can doodle in it whenever you have time.

The skill you will develop drawing on paper will help you grow much faster as a pixel artist.

This is because sketching on paper is very fast, you can sketch ten different things in a few minutes with a pencil. But pixel art, when you are starting out, is very slow. This also makes it slow to learn, unfortunately. So getting into pencil drawing or digital painting will help speed things up.

I got a drawing pad in college and used to draw in the bus, two 30 minute rides every day for a few years really helped me improve.

4- Join a community of pixel artists, that can be motivating to get into art, they might have events and things that could give you prompts to draw and feedback.

5- Be careful about posture when drawing, you can mess up your arm and your back after a few years of furious clicking while leaning forward or slouching. Learn to move your whole arm from the elbow instead of moving just your wrist.

Good luck!

#pixel art

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yyh4ever · 1 year ago

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Yu Yu Hakusho POP UP SHOP in AMNIBUS STORE

"Walking" (歩み) version

News of the POP UP SHOP in AMNIBUS STORE were disclosed.

Official Site: amnibus

Period: from August 16 to September 1, 2024

Location: AMNIBUS STORE (MAGNET by SHIBUYA109 5F)

At this event, many goods using new illustrations based on the concept of "walking" will be sold in advance at AMNIBUS STORE. The items will also be available on AMNIBUS online store for mail order.

Goods:

Check the official site for the "BOX Purchase Bonus". Those who buy boxes instead of single items will receive some special bonuses. They vary if you buy a box at the event, by mail order or on Animate online shop.

Trading Badge (12 types)

Single item (blind): 440 yen / BOX: 5,280 yen

Size: (approx.) Diameter 56mm

Trading Acrylic Card (12 types)

Single item (blind): 715 yen / BOX: 8,580 yen

Trading Acrylic Nameplate (12 types)

Single item: 660 yen / BOX: 7,920 yen

Trading Acrylic Stand (6 types)

Single item: 880 yen / BOX: 5,280 yen

Set of 2 Trading Instant Camera Style Illustration Cards (18 types)

Single item (blind): 385 yen / BOX: 3,850 yen

Set of 3 Trading Bromides (3 types)

Single item (blind): 495 yen / BOX: 4,950 yen

Big Acrylic Stand (6 types)

Price: 1,980 yen each

Extra Large Acrylic Stand (6 types)

Price: 3,300 yen each

Big Acrylic Stand - Group Walk Version

Price: 3,300 yen

Double Wire Acrylic Keychain (6 types)

Price: 990 yen each

A3 Matte Poster (7 types)

Price: 880 yen each

Canvas Board (3 types)

Price: 5,500 yen each

A4 Acrylic Panel (group walk ver.)

Price: 4,378 yen (tax included)

Multi-desk Mat (gathering walking version)

Price: 3,960 yen

Mug with Motif

Price: 1,650 yen

Mouse pad with motif

Price: 1,980 yen (tax included)

One-pocket Pass Case with motif

Price: 1,980 yen

A set of 3 Trading Bromides (Hakama version and 90's casual version) 26 types

Single item (blind): 495 yen / BOX: 4,950 yen

Set of 3 Trading Bromides (Ani-Art 2nd & 3rd Edition) 36 types

Single item (blind): 495 yen / BOX: 5,940 yen

*Purchase Bonus Benefit*

During the event period, for every 2,000 yen spent on event-related products, you will receive one random "Event Purchase Bonus Postcard" (7 types in total)!

#Yu Yu Hakusho POP UP SHOP in AMNIBUS STORE #歩み #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #hiei #kurama #youko kurama #koenma #yoshihiro togashi #yu yu hakusho

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ramshackle-ramblings · 9 months ago

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Chapter One: Arrival

In which Alise causes a fuss, and Mouse conspires to acquire a school uniform

Takes place just after Winter Break, before Book 5, and several weeks before the Harveston event. Because I started playing exactly with the Harveston event.

Crowley stared at the coffin gate on the floor, his face inscrutable behind his raven mask. Why did this keep happening? Was something wrong with the mirror? This was the third gate that had fallen, quite loudly, to the ground in the middle of the night.

He sighed, and went to push it into the corner, determined to deal with it properly in the morning, when he heard something inside and paused. It sounded like …

Yes, it was definitely screaming.

Alise awoke, or perhaps “came to” would be more apt, into darkness. Not the quiet expanse of a dark night, but an absolute absence of even the attempt at light. She reached up to check if her eyes were actually open, and her hand smacked hard into something in front of her.

“Whaa…?”

Her voice didn’t echo in the space. It seemed to be absorbed by the wall in front of her. She reached up more cautiously to feel around her. It felt like silk, lightly padded, over wood. It extended, with more padding, on both sides, and beneath her. She was in a box? She was in a silk lined, padded box?

She was in a coffin.

Alise felt her eyes widen in terror, and began to bang on the lid with both fists and as much force as she could muster in the confined space.

“Help! Help! I’m stuck! I’m in here! I’m alive!”

Her screams became increasingly more desperate as she tried to remember if coffins were air tight. The lid suddenly opened, and Alise found herself staring up at the hooked beak of a giant black bird. The timbre of her screams changed, and she aimed her next punch squarely at the beak. Her first connected and knocked the beak askew.

How do you knock a beak askew?

The shock of seeing the beak twist sharply sideways like it wasn’t connected to anything caught the next scream in her throat, and she realized the bird was talking.

“Now, now, that wasn’t necessary,” it said as it readjusted its mask. “There’s no need for violence. You are, after all, the one who came here.”

It extended a hand to help her up. A black-gloved, beringed, but very human, hand.

“I apologize that no one was here to greet you, but your arrival was rather unannounced.”

Alise eyed the hand suspiciously, but even as small as she was, there really wasn’t very much room to maneuver. She took the hand, and was practically lifted bodily out of the coffin. She barely had time to snatch her backpack out of the coffin before it slammed closed with a shudder, and she was set on her feet beside it by the strange man.

“Well then, welcome to Night Raven College! First things first, let’s get you into a dorm. Step forward, please!”

Even under the mask, the man looked irrationally proud of himself. He stared at Alise, and she stared back.

“Uh…. What?” she said after an uncomfortable minute.

“Oh my, yes, sometimes the trip can leave you a little confused. Step up to the Mirror, and he will sort you into a dorm!” He gestured grandly at a large, gilt-framed mirror floating ominously in the middle of the room.

“Uh…what?” Alise repeated. The glass of the mirror was a strange, swirling black, like ink dropped into liquid midnight.

“The Mirror,” the man repeated, gently pushing Alise toward the dais it floated above.

She took a step forward on her own, then another. As she stepped on the dais, a face began to solidify out of the swirling darkness of the mirror, rising from a twisting green fog.

But it wasn’t her face. This face was stark white, painted with twisting filigrees of black and pale gold like a Venetian mask.

Alise screamed.

The man screamed.

The Mirror screamed.

The strange man in the mask seemed to recover himself first.

“Well, now that we’ve taken care of that, do step forward so the Mirror can sort you into the proper dorm.”

Alise stared at him, and she could not have conjured up more horror and confusion had he suddenly sprouted two more heads. She opened her mouth to answer, but the Mirror spoke first.

“No,” it said simply.

“What?” the man objected, throwing his hands into the air.

“No,” the Mirror repeated.

“You cannot possibly mean that there’s been another mistake! She must - ” he broke off, and turned slowly toward Alise. He stared at her like he had never seen anything like her before. Alise set her shoulders and stared back defiantly. She had no idea what was going on, but she wasn’t going to let this strange bird-masked man inspect her like she was some kind of strange new bug without a fight.

“She,” the man repeated slowly. “You’re … a girl.”

“Yes,” Alise answered firmly. “I have been the entire time you’ve known me.”

“Oh dear, oh dear,” the man said, dramatically wringing his hands. “This does present a problem. In the long term, anyway. In the short term, however, I think I have a solution! Oh, how clever I am!” he crowed, a self-satisfied smile suddenly on his face.

“This way, dear, this way!” The masked man took Alise’s shoulders and turned her toward the door.

“Wait a minute,” Alise dug the heels of her boots into the floor. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Who even are you? Where am I?” In the recent flurry, she hadn’t had a chance to ask questions, but she was asking them now, before anything else weird could happen.

“Why, you’re at Night Raven College, of course” the man responded, “And I am the ever-so-generous headmaster, Dire Crowley!” He seemed so proud of himself, and left Alise with the impression that she should have already known all of that.

“Right,” she said, as he got behind her and pushed her toward the door. “None of that means anything to me.”

“I will explain everything as we walk,” Crowley grunted, Alise leaning back to make herself harder to move. “If you would please walk. I’m sure that you are tired after your journey, and we would all like to get back to bed.”

She wasn’t tired. It had been barely ten in the morning when she and her classmates were lining up to go on a carriage ride in Central Park. She had been chatting with friends, not paying attention. The next carriage had pulled up and stopped, and she had grabbed the seat handle and stepped up to get in without looking. It wasn’t until the horror on her friend’s face registered that she turned her head and noticed that this was not the right carriage. She tried to scramble down, let go of the handle. She thought she was falling, and everything went black.

Crowley tried to push Alise forward again. She stepped to the side just as he did, causing him to stumble forward.

“All right, explain,” she said, walking toward the door.

Crowley caught up with her and began expounding upon the history of Night Raven College, which she only half listened to. None of what he was saying explained anything about strange carriages, waking up in coffins, or possessed masks sealed into mirrors.

“So we get to the crux of the problem, you see. Night Raven College is a boy’s school,” he finished with an overly-dramatic sigh just as they reached a statue lined walk. “Ah! But here we have the Great Seven!” He gestured grandly to the statues, split four on one side and three on the other. “This is the Fairest Queen,” he started, pointing to the first statue. Alise dutifully looked up at the statue as he was speaking. Maybe it was the way the moonlight hit it, but there was something awfully familiar about it.

“Next, we have the Queen of Hearts …. ” Crowley continued, pointing to the first statue on the other side. No, this was definitely familiar. Next came Maleficent, and Ursula, then Jafar …

“Hang on,” Alise said, slowing to a stop between the statues of Maleficent and Jafar. “Are you telling me that four - Four! - of your Great Seven are women, and, even though your magic mirror went rogue and kidnapped me, you are refusing me entry to this school? Because I’m a girl?”

“I don’t see what any of that has to do with this,” Crowley said, reaching for her hand. She danced backwards toward the statue of Maleficent, or, the Thorn Fairy, apparently.

“It has everything to do with everything!” She dodged around the statue as Crowley grabbed at her again, and clambered up onto the pedestal out of his reach. She inched her way back to the front to face him. “You’ve shaped your entire school around these seven individuals, four of whom are women, and you’re going to deny me entry? Do you honestly think that she - ” Alise slapped her hand against the statue. “Would turn me away, simply because I was uninvited?”

Alise pointed across to the Sea Witch. “Or that she would not work out some way for me to attend?” She picked Scar, the King of Beasts, for her next target. “That he would deny me a position based on an accident of birth?”

“She’s got you there, Crowley, on all points.” A boy had shown up from somewhere, Alise hadn’t seen where, wrapped in a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers, with a bowl of popcorn.

Crowley turned around to answer, but was interrupted by the appearance of another boy.

“What’s going on here? Headmaster, what is this commotion?”

The boy with the popcorn pointed at Alise.

“That is a girl,” the new arrival declared.

“Yes,” Alise snapped at him. “We have established that. Several times.”

“Ah,” Crowley said slowly. “That, Mr. Rosehearts, is a prospective student.”

The boy turned to Crowley. “That is a girl,” he repeated incredulously.

“It doesn’t become less true the more you repeat it,” Alise declared. The boy in the bathrobe shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“She can’t be a student! There are rules!” Rosehearts shouted.

“What purpose does that rule serve?” Alise shouted down at him. She jabbed her finger toward Jafar. “Would he deny me a place here because of an outdated and useless rule?” She glanced at the Queen of Hearts, but couldn’t come up with a suitable argument.

“Another excellent point,” the boy in the bathrobe said around a mouthful of popcorn.

“Useless rule!” Rosehearts looked as if she had physically attacked him.

“Very well, very well, you can be a student!” Crowley declared, waving his hands in the air. “Do just get down from there!”

The boys made their feelings known simultaneously; “Hooray!” “Headmaster!”

Alise clambered down off statue and stood shivering at its base while Rosehearts continued to press his point. “Headmaster! You cannot allow yourself to be bullied into casting aside a rule upheld for more than a century by one half-dressed, shouting girl!”

“Hey!” Alise protested. While she may not have been dressed for standing around at midnight in the dead of winter, she was dressed.

Crowley shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rosehearts, the decision has been made, and she will be admitted. On a trial basis, of course. Should she prove to be too much of a distraction, she shall have to withdraw.”

“The decision! You just made it! You only made it so she would be quiet! That doesn’t count! That’s not a real decision!” Even in the moonlight, Alise could see his face flushing with anger.

“Nevertheless!” Crowley said, and gestured to Alise to follow him again. “Come along! It is well past time we got you tucked in at Ramshackle!”

“Well done!” The moonlight glinted off the bathrobed boy’s grin as she walked by, leaving her with the impression of very sharp fangs.

Rosehearts seethed silently, glaring at her or Crowley or both of them. She could practically feel the heat of his rage as she passed him.

“This way, my dear, this way! Goodnight, gentlemen!”

Crowley continued to lead Alise through the cold, now giving her instructions on how to be a student.

“You will, of course, need to get uniforms. Those are available in the school store. You can use the boy’s uniforms for now, but we will have to do something about girl’s uniforms, of course. I will take care of that, oh how kind I am! Textbooks, obviously, you will need to get those from the school store, also.”

“I’ll just charge all this to you then, shall I?” Alise interjected as Crowley continued to list all of the things she would need to buy.

“Yes, yes, of course. How generous of me!” He went on, praising herself, and paying no attention to her. “And here we are! Ramshackle Dorm!” He pushed the low wrought iron gate open with a grand gesture, and directed her attention to the house set a little way up a hill.

Alise was sure it had once been a grand building, three stories, with a wrap around porch and large windows. A tower stretched from one corner, and the remains of extensive gingerbreading filled every available space.

Now, though, it was … appropriately named. Someone had put some work into it, and the snow covered a lot of sins, but the missing shingles and lopsided porch were still glaringly evident.

“And you will, of course, need to find the best club for you, so it is very important that you try every one!” Crowley continued as he ushered Alise up the neatly shoveled, but broken, path.

“I’m sure we can rule out some of them.”

“Nonsense! You must try every club at least once! You might discover something you wouldn’t have tried otherwise!” Crowley rapped imperiously on the door to the dorm and stood beaming down at Alise with undeserved self-satisfaction. “At Night Raven College, we pride ourselves on having a well-rounded student body!”

A voice called out, tired and worn out, in response to the knocking “Just- Just a moment!”

And just a moment it was, a few minutes of shuffling and… shushing? Probably nothing… before the door slowly opened. A small figure, though still taller than Alise, presenting themselves with a worried smile.

It was another girl, though with much shorter brown and pink hair, dressed in a faded, clearly second-hand t-shirt and pajama pants haphazardly paired.

“Oooohh… Headmaster… How… How nice to see you.” They did not sound very thrilled. “Can I uhm… Help you with anything? Especially so late at night?” They asked, before turning their attention to Alise. Their eyes widening in shock.

Why was there a child accompanying Crowley? Especially one that, they assumed, was maybe 12 or 13 judging by the size of the child… And who would have allowed a child to dress like that in this weather?

Actually no, the biggest fear here was why Crowley had a child with him.

“Mouse! I have brought you a new student! She just enrolled, and she will start classes tomorrow. Aaaahhhh… ” His voice trailed away as he stared at the girl. She stared back at him, one eyebrow raised.

She let the very uncomfortable silence stretch out before saying; “You don’t know my name.”

She turned to Mouse, and the very large grin on the very small girl positively dripped mischief. “I’m Alise.”

Mouse remained silent as Crowley spoke, offering Alise a small wave as she introduced herself.

“Good! Introductions have been made!” Crowley turned to go, then turned back to Mouse. “Our deal still stands, Mouse. No one must know!” He swirled his cape around him dramatically and… did not disappear. Just walked off down the path.

Alise watched him for a little while before turning back to Mouse with a shrug.

Mouse let out a breath as they watched the bird man leave, ushering Alise inside, “Alise, yes? Feel free to call me Mouse, or whatever you want I suppose… Uhm…” Mouse turned to look down the hallway towards the kitchen, light spilling out into the hallway. “There’s some… Some tea in the kitchen, or I can show you where one of the cleaner bathrooms are to take a shower… I need to figure out whose room you can take for the time being…” Partway through, Mouse started muttering more to themselves than speaking to Alise. “Oh, I hope Tsunotaro won’t mind the interruption…” They closed the door on Crowley’s shrinking figure.

“Tea would be great,” Alise answered, dropping her backpack unceremoniously on the floor inside the door, and stooping to remove her boots. She ended up easily two inches shorter than she already was once she had succeeded. “I don’t want to put anyone out of their bed. I’m sure we can figure that out when normal people are awake. I’ll make do for tonight,” she gestured at the couch in the lounge as she passed it on her way to the kitchen.

Mouse followed, shaking their head in response “O-oh! No! It’ll just… It’s just us two and Grim. The other rooms are uhm… Glorified guest rooms? I guess?”

Inside the kitchen, which had seen better days, another figure sat at the island in the middle, staring at the two in surprise as he held a chipped teacup in his hands. He was much taller than both Alise and Mouse, with ebony hair and green cat-like eyes. He had horns as well, somehow darker than his hair. Dressed in a sort of uniform, almost military in style. “Ah,” he said simply, blinking at the smaller human before getting up from his seat. “I’ll grab another cup.”

Mouse sighed again, nodding to the figure, “Thank you Tsunotaro…”

Alise paused in the doorway, but only briefly.

“You must be Grim?” She hazarded as she clambered onto one of the stools across from where the very, absurdly, unreasonably tall man had been. She swung her socked feet idly, hands folded politely in her lap, as she watched him acquire another teacup.

He chuckled, along with Mouse as the latter took their seat on the stool next to his - a teacup already in place for them there.

“No.” He responded as he approached the cabinets and opened them, fetching a teacup from the top shelves. “That would be the Child of Man’s beast, who is currently asleep upstairs. But, you may call me whatever you wish.”

He moved to place the teacup in front of Alise, taking the liberty of pouring tea for her as well.

Mouse took advantage of the silence to explain. “Tsunotaro, here, is from the Diasom- Dia-”

“Diasomnia”

“Thank you. The Diasomnia dorm. He just visits us late at night, like tonight.”

“I see,” Alise lied. “I’m Alise. And, uh, I guess I live here now? Or something?”

“For the time being.” Mouse confirmed, taking a sip of their tea. “I'm… Shocked though. Not to be rude but… How old are you, hun?” Mouse asked, slipping into their mom friend antics.

Tsunotaro hummed at Mouse’s question, knowing it was aimed at Alise as he placed the teapot down. Moving back to his place at the island and huffing as he felt Mouse lean all of their weight onto him as soon as he sat down. Though he didn’t seem to mind it at all actually… But he really wanted to hold Chip with both hands…

Alise looked hard at Mouse. She wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by any of that.

“15,” she answered after a minute.

Mouse blinked, and made a small, surprised sound. They took another sip from their tea, and then; “I had thought you were much younger than that, I apologize…”

Alise spared a glance for the Horned One, who seemed to be trying to figure out how to both cradle his teacup in both hands, and not disturb the Mouse-attachment he had newly acquired.

“Which seems to be plenty old enough to be kidnapped by a magic mirror and whisked off to what is apparently a prep school for demons, run by a mad man, and sponsored by Maleficent and Scar.” There was a hard edge to her voice as she continued, turning her attention back to Mouse.

“I wouldn’t say you’re exactly wrong about that,” Mouse let out a nervous laugh. They sat up straight at the sound of Maleficent’s and Scar’s name, eyes wide. Tsunotaro seemed shocked as well – or maybe more confused.

“Sponsored by who?” Tsunotaro asked, taking his new found freedom to cradle his teacup gently. Looking over at Alise.

“Maleficent and Scar,” Alise repeated. “I guess we call them ‘The Thorn Fairy’ and 'The King of Beasts’ now. The rest of the crew, too,” Alise laughed. “I didn’t really listen when Crowley was expounding on them all. I just really, really hoped that whatever the story is, it was similar enough to back up my point.” Alise shrugged and sipped her tea. “I guess it was.”

Tsunotaro nodded, the names clicking in his mind. “Ah, right. The Child of Man and I have talked about them.” He hummed, looking over at Mouse before looking back at Alise.

“If it should enlighten you, they are collectively the Great Seven - prominent figures in Twisted Wonderland’s history and the figures Night Raven College strives to replicate.” He started to explain, before Mouse cut in.

“Each of the main dorms are based off one their main attributes. Like Tsunotaro’s dorm is based off Mal- Er… The Thorn Fairy’s nobility. And Octavinelle’s is based off the Sea Witch’s generosity.”

“Not that the Sea Witch was very generous in your world, from what I’ve heard.” The tall man commented, before taking a sip of his tea.

“She was, for certain values of 'generous’,” Alise chuckled.

Tsunotaro chuckled in turn as Mouse rolled their eyes, reaching up and tugging on his horn. In response he simply made a face, before sitting back up. “On the topic of your world’s tales, I do believe you will enjoy that Mouse has named this teacup I hold after a character in one of them.”

As he spoke, he tilted his hands towards Alise to present the slightly damaged cup to her. Mouse stumbled over their words as their cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

Alise looked curiously at the teacup, and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god, it’s Chip!” she managed to gasp between peals of laughter.

He smiled, pleasantly amused at Alise’s response as he withdrew the cup, taking a sip. “Yes, and it is the Child of Man’s favorite cup I should add.” The way he said it was more like a brag than another fact. It earned him another tug of the horn from Mouse, accompanied by a scolding “Quiet you!” Instead of making a face he laughed, different from the polite chuckles he’d offered so far, this was a hearty one coming from his chest.

Alise smiled in return. “Of course it is. Chip is a magnificent character. In addition to being just adorable, he saves Belle when she gets locked in the basement.”

“Ah, he saves someone?” He asked, looking shocked and turning towards Mouse. “You did not tell me that…”

Mouse looked away, begrudgingly taking a sip of their tea before realizing it was empty. “Uhm… Well… I was truthfully just giving you a synopsis of the tales, and not the full context stories of them…”

"He does, yeah. He stows away in her bag, and then opens the door for her.” Alise swirled her tea in her cup. “He just shows up in the one version, though.”

She paused for a minute, staring into her cup.

“But … Uh … So, what the ever loving fuck just happened to me? Like, we were going on a Christmas carriage ride in Central Park, and then I was trapped in a coffin. Is this …. Normal?”

“I see…” Tsunotaro hummed, nodding along before placing the cup down and shaking his head. He said nothing more.

Instead, Mouse spoke up again, offering Alise a small, comforting smile. “I… Well, I doubt it’s normal. Seeing as we’re the uh…” They cleared their throat, “Seeing as we’re two of the three students who are sorted into Ramshackle…”

Tsunotaro piped in “There is also the matter of you and Mouse both not getting your acceptance letters into the school.”

“Yeah, my acceptance letter seems to have come in the form of a spooky funerary carriage. I don’t know what Mouse’s looked like.”

"I uh… Don’t actually… Remember…” Mouse muttered, looking away from the two before looking back at Alise. “But I assume I was in the same situation as you.”

Alise narrowed her eyes at Mouse. She clearly didn’t believe them, but then continued her rant. “And despite the obvious kidnapping, I still had to argue about being thrown out just because I’m a girl.“ She stopped, and looked at Mouse, confused. "Why did Crowley make such a fuss about me, when you’re already here? What’s the difference between one girl or two?”

Mouse went silent, Tsunotaro also was quiet. The slow tapping of rain started on the windows, building suddenly. Lightning flashed outside the window, and thunder roared with it. Mouse jumped, looking at the window before reaching over and grabbing one of his hands and squeezing.

“Ah yes. There is also that situation, isn’t there,” Tsunotaro hissed out, a dangerous air around him and a glare aimed at no one specific in the room.

The tension in the room did not escape Alise’s notice. “So this situation … ?” she prompted.

“Oh yeah uhm…” Mouse started, rubbing their thumb over Tsunotaro’s hand, trying desperately to calm the storm in an indirect way. “You see it's… How do I explain it…”

They took a deep breath, biting at their lip as they tried to find a way to explain it. Tsunotaro took a deep breath at the same time as Mouse. Smoke blew out of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

“I'm… Not a girl, when I’m in the presence of… Other students you could say. It was an… Agreement, with Headmaster Crowley, that I made that uhm…” another deep breath, and another thunder strike, “That if any of the students find out, that I’m not also a boy… Then… Then both me and Grim get expelled…”

Alise’s expression darkened. Anger poured from her like fog roiling in from the ocean, cold and dark and enveloping everything around it in a heavy, blinding blanket. Unlike Tsunotaro, she didn’t literally smoke, but the mood in the room had taken a decidedly violent turn.

“That. Fucker.” Alise said slowly and quietly. Her tone had taken a sharp turn, like icicles on the edge of a building. “That bird faced, self-important, cowardly, absolute fuck stick.” Her tirade would probably have been a great deal more threatening, had she not been trying to maneuver herself off the stool at the same time, which involved an unfortunate amount of stretching toward the ground and twisting awkwardly around.

But when she finally managed to find the floor, she took off toward the door at a run with murder writ clear on her face.

“Alise!” Mouse called after her, sliding off their own stool to try and grab the smaller child. “Alise, wait! I know you’re mad but… But wait until Tsunotaro’s calmed down before you run out there!” They weren’t arguing against the bird murder. To be fair, they weren’t sure if there was even a person who liked Crowley, except for maybe Kalim or Vargas - but those two are a bit… On the trusting side. Truthfully, Mouse was more worried about Alise getting caught up in the storm outside being caused by Tsunotaro’s own - more hidden - ire.

“Look… You can shout and scream at him all you want after class tomorrow. How about we set you up in the shower, to help calm down for now?” They tried suggesting, trying to offer a smile.

Alise had stopped at the door to put her boots on.

“I’m not going to shout at him,” she hissed, shaking with fury as she fumbled with the laces. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to tear that stupid beak off his face and shove it down his throat until he chokes to death on his own vomit.” It was a chillingly specific threat.

Mouse followed them, deciding it better to stand in front of the door. Shivering as the cold wrapped around them through the small gaps in the door.

“And you can do that tomorrow. You just arrived, Alise, try and listen to me for just a moment - please?” They reasoned again. “You're… You’re not the only person who’s angry about it, trust me. But we…” They paused, thinking over their words for a few seconds before continuing. “But you and I are in an entirely new world from our own, where everyone else seems to have magic while we don’t. If you… If you rush in there, Alise, you’ll have a disadvantage.”

Alise shrieked in frustration, rivaling the building thunder in her anger. She flung the boot in her hand into the lounge, where it ricochetted off the side of the couch and landed in a defeated heap. Mouse flinched at the scream and then the boot being thrown. The force of the throw knocked Alise off her own feet, and she landed, equally crumpled, on the floor in front of Mouse.

“I will kill him,” she assured the (slightly) taller human. “I just can’t get that stupid boot on.”

Looking down at Alise before getting onto their knees and wrapping their arms around the (slightly) smaller human, “It’s okay… Just… Kill him tomorrow when you’re calmer…” Mouse reassured, still not against something happening to Crowley.

Tsunotaro watched from the kitchen, not sure how he could interject - and truthfully not wanting to. He would have even offered to help… If he knew Mouse wouldn’t have lectured him, which they absolutely would have.

“Just say the word,” Alise muttered, her voice muffled by the hug. “And I will feed him his own liver.”

Something seemed to filter through her rage, and she pulled back. “Your horny friend - is he smoking? Like, emitting smoke?”

Mouse nodded, pulling away in turn before glancing over at Tsunotaro, laughing nervously. “Oh uh, yeah… He does that sometimes. Being a dragon and all…” Mouse paused before adding, “One of the reasons why he’s not allowed to use magic inside Ramshackle, too worried he might burn it down…”

“I can hear you, you know.” Tsunotaro snapped, though his voice wasn’t too harsh - being aimed at Mouse. His annoyance was still palpable as he stood and walked over to the two girls on the floor. He decided to join them, not caring if he might now be blocking the way for either of them.

Alise peered at him. “I’ve never met a dragon,” she admitted, “but I imagined more … ” she waved one hand vaguely. “Scales.”

She was still breathing hard from adrenaline, and her voice was still pitched a little too high, but she was clearly trying, if awkwardly, to turn the mood around.

“Ah, I do have them.” He chuckled, that seeming to have lightened his mood - if the now softening sound of rain was anything to go by - as he lifted his hand and brushed his bangs back, giving Alise a peek at the scales on his forehead. “But it’s easier to be among you humans in a similar form. Though, I could also summon my tail for you if my appearance is still not to your liking.”

Mouse laughed, though it’s still a bit forced, shaking their head. “It’s rude to assume all dragons are built the same, you know.”

Alise flashed a grin. “That’s true. You just see a couple pictures in books, and start to make assumptions.” She nodded her head apologetically to Tsunotaro. “I shall make fewer ones about your dragonocity in the future. And don’t change yourself on my account.” She started to say something else, but bit it back.

Mouse and Tsunotaro both chuckled, Tsunotaro brushing his bangs back over his scales to cover them.

“Quite alright, second Child of Man. I appreciate the sentiment.” He spoke, offering a smile.

It was Mouse’s turn to speak, standing up as they did so. “Thank you, Alise. But I think we both should be getting to bed and Tsunotaro should be getting back to his dorm, I’m certain that those two are out looking for him now.”

Tsunotaro hummed, nodding and standing up in turn. Alise nodded and pulled her remaining boot off.

“Actually Tsunotaro, could I talk to you about something before you leave?”

“Hm? Oh, yes. Of course.”

“Sweet, let me set up Alise first, and I’ll come back down.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s been kind of a long afternoon. Also, um, I don’t have any pajamas.” Alise shrugged apologetically.

“Oh that’s fine, I stole Ace’s a while back - you can steal his room and his pajamas!” Mouse half-joked before Tsunotaro cut in, completely serious.

“I can bring you one of Lilia’s pajamas that he no longer wears, so that you don’t have to worry about the clothes being too big on you.”

Mouse stoped, blinking up at Tsunotaro before shrugging. “Or we can steal Lilia’s - add to the collection I suppose.”

Alise shrugged. “I am generally swimming in any clothes I borrow. Unless I am borrowing clothes from a twelve year old. So, honestly, it probably makes very little difference.”

“Then I will fetch you some of his garments, I will be back momentarily.” He hummed, offering a smile before he just… POPS… Well not literally, but he was gone and instead there seemed to be a bunch of magical green fireflies roaming where he once was.

Mouse shook their head, smiling to themselves for a moment before ushering Alise towards the living area and then the stairs “Well, let’s get you settled while he gets you your new pajamas.”

“Today has had a high bar for weird, but that might actually be the weirdest thing today,” Alise let herself be steered upstairs, craning her neck around Mouse to watch the fireflies fade.

“Oh… No it’ll get weirder…” Mouse promised idly as they led her down the hall. They pointed out their own room when they passed it.

“That’s my room, Grim is currently sleeping in there. But he may sleep in your room as well when he realizes you live here, so just a warning…”

They kept walking however, like that’s just a normal thing. They stopped in front of a door further down the hall and opened it to reveal a fairly clean room, with just a little bit of clutter. The room is definitely more… Stylized… Having been claimed originally by this person that Mouse keppt referring to as “Ace.” The room was mainly red and card themed, but also… There were just a lot of random card packs on the night stand.

Alise hesitated in the doorway. The room was clearly used often. But she was reasonably sure Mouse wouldn’t offer her the room if this Ace would be mad about it.

“You mentioned a shower, too? I think I wouldn’t mind washing the coffin dust off.” She took off her jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.

“Oh of course!” Mouse nodded, turning to lead them back down the hall.

“It’s this way, or you can use the master bathroom in my room instead.” They offered, genuine in it as well.

“This is fine,” Alise shook her head gratefully for the offer.

“Alright, I’ll bring up the pajamas when Tsunotaro brings them over for you.” Mouse spoke, leading Alise to the currently cleanest (besides their own) bathroom, and then heading downstairs

Alise spent some time poking around the bathroom, reading the labels on bottles and smelling soaps, opening drawers and cupboards. Finally she stripped off her clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor, and climbed into the shower. She just stood there, letting the water pour over her, slowly turning it up to as hot as she could stand.

It had been … a day. A long, confusing, absurd day, full, apparently, of magic and dragons and Disney villains. Nothing that had happened made any sense at all. It was like she had suddenly become a character in an anime. That was worrying.

Unless she got Magical Girl powers out of it, maybe. It would be kind of cool if she got a glitter-infused transformation scene out of it.

Mouse sighed as they walked down the stairs before falling into a heap on the ground at the bottom, hiding their face in their hands as they thought.

Alise… Alise seems like a sweet, energetic girl. And Mouse knew that none of this was her fault.

But Alise wasn’t why they were upset.

It was fucking Crowley.

God, if Alise and Tsunotaro hadn’t been present in the vicinity, Mouse knew full well that they wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow from the rage bubbling up inside. But at least Alise was able to be a girl, instead of hiding her identity. Not that Mouse was a girl to begin with, but what are labels when you have boobs I guess.

Sometimes Mouse wished that they could overblot as well.

They felt a hand land on their head, and looked up, finding Tsunotaro looking down at them and petting the top of their head, pajamas in his other arm. Mouse offered him a smile - one they both knew was fake - as he lowered himself onto his knees in front of them, keeping the clothes in his lap as he continued to pet Mouse.

“Do you wish to talk about it?” He asked, eyes softening just slightly.

Mouse chuckled, looking over to the window looking into the social room. “What’s there to talk about? Crowley fucking everything up again and leaving me to pick up his mess like some servant? Or maybe how Alise might never make it back home like me?” They looked back at Tsunotaro, a sob ripping at their throat. “I barely make enough to support me and Grim comfortably - how in the world could I add another person to that?”

“I could hel-”

They shook their head, interrupting him mid thought. “You and Kalim and Azul, and honestly everyone else I know, help me enough as is, I couldn’t possibly ask for more…”

Tsunotaro watched Mouse, a frown pulling at his lips and smoke blowing out of his nose. A common argument between the two, but one that neither were willing to budge on.

Mouse looked down, wiping at their eyes before grabbing his hand on their head and playing with it.

“But… If I could ask another favor?”

His ears perked up at their words. “Yes, of course, anything you wish for.”

Mouse smiled nervously, letting go of his hand to sneak the clothes from his lap into theirs.

“Do you think Lilia could let Alise borrow one of his uniforms?”

Tsunotaro paused. Thinking before smiling down at them.

“Of course, I will bring them over tomorrow morning.”

Mouse’s smile turned genuine, leaning forward and hugging him.

“Thank you, Tsunotaro.”

He froze, before quickly relaxing and hugging them back.

“Of course, Child of Man.”

And with that, he was gone. Fireflies taking his place and flying around Mouse. They sighed, sitting on the ground for a couple moments before standing up and walking up the stairs to knock on the bathroom door.

“Alise!?” Mouse called out, pressing against the door lightly. “I have the clothes, is it okay to come in and leave them there for you?”

“Sure,” Alise shouted through the door.

Mouse opened the door, placing the clothes on the sink counter. “Your clothes are right here, I’m gonna go ahead and go to bed - but if you need anything just come get me or ask the ghosts.” Mouse said the last part like it was perfectly normal before leaving the bathroom and heading to their own bedroom.

Mouse sighed once they were in their bedroom, looking down at a very conked out Grim. Reaching down to rub at his head before slipping into the bed and laying her head down.

Tomorrow…

They had a bad feeling about tomorrow

Alise paused while washing her hair, head and hands full of soap.

Ghosts? That … There weren’t really ghosts … Were there?

That seemed like a problem for future Alise, though. Present Alise still had a head full of shampoo.

The provided pajamas were a bit too big, which was generally fine. Whoever had provided them was probably six inches taller than her, at least - who wasn’t? - and she had to keep pulling the legs up or they flopped around like silly plaid duck feet. She walked around in a small circle in the bathroom when the thought occurred to her, quacking quietly to herself and giggling.

After a minute she sighed and, gathering her clothes in her arms, opened the bathroom door. The house was quiet, the warmth and light of the bathroom spilled from behind her, sucked into the dark length of the hallway. Here, now, in the dark hours of the morning, the wind moaning distantly outside, Alise could believe the house was haunted. She carefully, slowly, took a step forward. Then another. And then ran as fast as she could to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and leaning against it panting. The room was cozy and lived in, and felt markedly less haunted than the hallway had. Still, she launched herself at the bed, pulling the blankets up over her head.

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jelly-drawz-n-gamez · 8 months ago

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Food chain project/animatic for my photoshop class! Decided to do one based in the world of Pokemon Legends Arceus (good game btw).

It's not the greatest I could make it, since I was rushing (the semester ends in a week) and because I had to draw with a mouse(pad), due to Photoshop not supporting touchscreen for some reason. But this'll have to do lol

BGM is Crimson Mirelands, where this event takes place

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon akari #magikarp #pidgeotto #artists on tumblr #animatic #jelly-drawz #jelly-vids

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slaymitchabernathy · 1 year ago

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Touch Me

Soarynn doesn’t think she’s ever met someone as touchy as her boyfriend before. He absolutely craves physical touch. If they’re out in public, they’re holding hands, if they go to a gala or event his hand always lingers on the small of her back.

In private he’s much more handsy.

Like right now for example. His hands run up and down her waist while she sits in his lap. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed and her hands are tangled in his golden curls. He gently nips her bottom lip with her teeth and Soarynn sighs softly into the kiss. Much can be said for Coriolanus Snow but he’s a very good kisser. A good lover to put it in broader terms.

Soarynn shifts her weight in his lap and she can feel him slightly harden under her which makes her smirk. He likes to tease her about how easy it is to wind her up but he’s just as easy if not easier to rile up. Just by giving him a simple look, she can have him on his knees. That’s how they got into this position.

She'd been trying on some new babydolls that she bought from her favorite lingerie store which was also his favorite lingerie store for that very reason. This one in particular was white with intricate lace patterns and tied in the back with a bow.

Soarynn had been twirling around their bedroom, admiring herself in the outfit when Coriolanus came in. Being the touch-obsessive man he was, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her.

Soarynn begins to wonder how he’d react should she withdraw from all physical contact all together. There had been the one time where she was sick and the doctor had ordered her to keep her distance from everyone. But that didn’t include Coriolanus who threw all caution to the wind and didn’t let her out of his grasp for the entire three-day ordeal.

Then he got sick, but he claimed it was well worth it.

Soarynn decides to put it to the test right now and pulls away from the kiss, pushing her boyfriend’s hands off of her. His reaction is instant and the groan he lets out does nothing to soothe the deep ache in her core.

Soarynn stays on track though and attempts to slip off of his lap to which he quickly protests by grabbing her waist with his large hand, “Darling,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. Soarynn raises her eyebrows in a feigned innocence, “Yes?”

Coriolanus shakes his head and leans in to kiss her but Soarynn nearly falls off of him when she leans back. Coriolanus lets out a strangled and displeased sound, one very similar to the one Petunia makes when she’s not given the attention she so desperately wants. He denies such claims that they’re alike in that way.

Now he’s upset and Soarynn can’t help but giggle at the evident pout on her boyfriend’s normally stern face. “What’s that giggle about hmm?” He asks, giving her waist a gentle squeeze, “What’re you trying to prove?”

Soarynn smiles and gives him a shrug, “I’m not trying to prove anything,” she says with such conviction that she believes her lie. The look he gives her lets Soarynn know that Coriolanus doesn’t believe her for a second. She uses the moment of conversation to slip off of his lap entirely and he looks dumbfounded. Soarynn shoots him a flirtatious look before she skips into the hallway of the penthouse, disappearing from view.

“Soarynn,” he calls, some desperation in his tone, “come back please.” Soarynn pads into the living room and finds Petunia leisurely sitting on one of the window sills, watching the people below them. “Come and find me,” she trills.

It’s a fun game of cat and mouse and her boyfriend never loses a game.

She knows she has to hide but she can’t decide where to go. The penthouse is massive and there are so many rooms to hide in.

She goes into one of the guest rooms and simply hides behind the opened door, that way she can slip out easily if he comes inside. “Darling,” he calls out once more and his voice is much closer this time. Soarynn giggles and presses herself against the wall, “I don’t know why you insist on teasing me when we both could be having much more fun together.” He has a point but rarely does Soarynn get to push her boyfriend’s buttons.

For once, she has the upper hand.

She hears him walk past the room and she holds her bated breath, waiting for him to come into the room she’s in. Perhaps she’s actually fooled him for once.

Just before she can celebrate she hears the oh-so familiar purr of Petunia.

Oh no.

She watches as the cat strolls in, her fluffy tail held high as she leads herself and Coriolanus right to Soarynn. The little traitor has the audacity to rub her head against Soarynn’s leg as well. Soarynn scoffs, “You traitor.” Coriolanus chuckles and flips on the overhead light, giving her a good view of his smug face, “For once she’s proven herself to be a valuable asset.” Soarynn rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the wall, “I can’t believe you got the cat involved.”

He’s quick to latch his hand onto her wrist and he holds it tightly enough to send a message. You’re not getting away from me this time.

He shrugs, “I’m not the one who started this silly game. I had much more important matters to attend to,” he glances down at the bulge in his pants that’s only grown larger since Soarynn last saw it.

She tilts her head as if she’s so innocent, “Pressing matters if I might say so myself.” He yanks her into his chest and Soarynn gasps, her hands coming to press onto his chest, “Very pressing,” he says into her ear and she swallows.

He has her on the bed in seconds. Soarynn can’t even try to get up before Coriolanus is crawling on top of her, pinning her hands down for good measure. “You’re too smart for your own good,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her neck. Soarynn arches into him and whimpers when he sucks on that one spot that makes her go crazy. “Would you rather me be an idiot?” She challenges, knowing that Coriolanus has discussed with her at length how he despises spoiled girls with nothing but air in their heads.

Both of them attended the Academy and University and were top of their classes. Soarynn prides herself in knowing that she has both brains and beauty. A rare attribute to possess in the Capitol it seems but something that Coriolanus openly praises whenever given the chance to do so.

He lets out a dark chuckle and bites her ear gently, “We both know I wouldn’t last long should you be an absolute ditz darling. Nor would you should I be an arrogant asshole who thinks he knows everything.” Soarynn rakes her hands down his chest, “So you think that you aren’t arrogant?”

Her question gives her the desired effect, a slightly pissed-off Coriolanus who shoots her a warning look. Soarynn bats her lashes up at him the way she does when she really wants something. “It seems that you need a good fucking to remind you who’s really in charge,” he says and Soarynn clenches her thighs together at his vulgar words.

Coriolanus notices immediately and laughs, jamming his knee between her legs and pressing it against her covered cunt, “If I’m an arrogant asshole,” he says slowly, his lips brushing her ear, “then you’re an eager little slut. Aren’t you darling?” Soarynn whimpers and grinds on his knee, “Yes,” she breathes.

He kisses her temple before sitting up and discarding his white button-up shirt. His chiseled abdomen is something Soarynn always appreciates. She loves raking her long nails down his porcelain skin when he takes her from above.

He runs his hands down the lingerie, silently admiring it, “Do you like this dress?” He asks, lifting up the hem to expose her matching lacy thong. Soarynn nods, “I do.” It’s brand new so she’ll be damned if he rips this one apart before she can properly enjoy it. She can see him going to rip it apart, it’s almost instinct for him and she latches a hand onto his wrist and digs her nails into his skin, “Don’t ruin it,” she warns him.

Coriolanus can be a rather impatient man when he wants to be and far too many lingerie pieces have fallen victim to the trash can after Coriolanus has literally ripped them clean down the middle. But Soarynn won’t have it this time, not when she hasn’t even taken off the tags. He rolls his eyes but obeys her request and rolls Soarynn onto her stomach. His hand presses down right above her ass before she can try to perk it up, he knows her too well. “Then I suppose you’ll have to be my good girl and hold still for me then,” he teases as his fingers slip under the waistband of her thong.

Soarynn gasps when his fingers brush against her clit. “Please,” she whispers, grinding her hips back into him. A hard slap on her ass jolts her back into reality, “Hold. Still.” He says, his voice is stern and dominant. “But…but I need you,” she whines, throwing him a desperate look from over her shoulder.

He doesn't seem to be faring much better either, not with his cock straining to be set loose and Soarynn wants nothing more than to feel it inside of you, "Please," she begs, some whine in her tone, "I need you Coryo." The nickname sends him over the edge and he's fighting to tug down his pants along with his boxers. Soarynn tries to arch her back but his hand stops her once again, "Be patient," Coriolanus says and there's some smugness in his tone. As if he's ever the patient one.

Soarynn huffs and rests her face back on the mattress, "You'd think that you've forgotten to fuck me considering how long this whole ordeal is taking." She's trying to rile him up, but he only takes the bait every once in a while. Today seems to be one of those days it seems because he presses his hard cock against her covered cunt and Soarynn softly moans, "You'd think that you've forgotten who's really in charge," he shoots back.

Coriolanus takes his time in pulling the lacy suggestion of the thong aside and running the tip of his cock through her drenched folds. "Already so wet for me darling," he says, "imagine my surprise." Soarynn shoots him a glare, he's always been able to get her soaked from the slightest touch and yet he always loves to point it out. As if she's so blissfully unaware. He chuckles and rubs the small of her back, "You're always so ready for me aren't you?"

Soarynn is more than eager to feel him inside of her and quickly nods, "Yes, yes I'm always ready," she replies. He finally lets her raise her hips, giving him the perfect view of her ass and her dripping cunt and Coriolanus swears under his breath, "I might just be the luckiest man alive," he mumbles before slowly pushing in.

They both let out a moan once he's finally inside of her. Soarynn's walls quiver around his cock as it slowly sinks in and she feels her eyes roll back once he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing abasing her sweet spot. "Oh, fuck," she whimpers, her hands clawing for the sheets. Coriolanus grabs her hips with both hands and pulls her further back until they're flush with one another and he manages to get just a bit deeper, causing Soarynn to let out a shout of surprise.

"Tell me Soarynn, who owns this cunt?" He's slowly circling his hips at this point and it's beginning to drive Soarynn mad. "You do," she answers because it's been drilled into her brain by now. She knows what he likes to hear. He grunts and slowly drags his cock out and Soarynn feels every inch of it before he slams back in, "That's my good girl," he praises.

Soarynn can't keep her mouth shut the second he starts fucking into her. It feels so good, so big and strong. Most of her friends can't relate but Soarynn likes it hard, likes it when she's sore after and it works out perfectly considering how dominant and aggressive Coriolanus can be in bed. "You like that?" He taunts, his grip on her hips tightening. Soarynn can't find it in herself to give him a coherent response but the moan she lets out seems to be more than enough. "Look at you," he drawls, his hips slamming into her at a punishing pace, "just taking whatever I give you, huh?"

One thing she quickly learned about having sex with Coriolanus was his expansive vulgar vocabulary. He loves dirty talk, can't go without it and it never fails to rile Soarynn up even more. "Mhm," she moans, "love it so much." Perhaps she'll have to do this more often, make him chase her around, and get him all pent up. It seems to have a desirable outcome where she's concerned.

Soarynn can feel herself getting closer and closer and the pitiful sounds she's making let her boyfriend know that she's about to cum. "Already done?" He teases before angling his hips to hit deeper inside of her, "I thought you could last longer than that angel." Soarynn feels tears forming in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure mixed with the slight degrading she's received from her boyfriend. "I...I can," she squeaks, attempting to hold off a little longer but her attempts seem to be futile.

One of his hands slips down to her core and Soarynn lets out the loudest moan so far when she feels his fingers rubbing her clit. "I don't think you can," he says, his tone condescending, "I think you're too much of a slut to wait for me to give you permission." Soarynn can barely think straight but those words aren't lost on her fogged mindset. She needs to wait for his permission, something that's not always expected of her but clearly is today.

"No," she whines, her walls tightening around him, "I can wait." She really can't but this is a test that she'd rather not fail. Her boyfriend continues fucking into her and she can tell from the pace that he's going that he's not too far behind her. Just a few more hard thrusts and he'll finish right inside of her like always.

Soarynn decides to use that to her advantage and begins rolling her hips back, meeting his thrusts, and Coriolanus moans, "Fuck Soarynn." Now they're both evenly matched and evenly horny, "Please," she whines, "please, please, please." She doesn't mean to sound so whiny but she can't find it in herself to care right now. Not with his cock pressing deeper and deeper and his fingers still working on her clit.

Coriolanus grunts and his thrusts are growing sloppy, "Come on then, give it to me angel." That's all Soarynn needs to feel her orgasm washing over her and his fingers pinching her clit truly send her over the edge. Soarynn cums with a high-pitched whine and she sees stars before collapsing into the bed. Coriolanus isn't done with her yet and she knows that so she simply allows him to hold her up and continue to fuck her until he reaches his own peak.

Soarynn often finds herself enjoying how her boyfriend uses her like a rag doll once she finishes. It's oddly attractive and she moans into the sheets when he fills her up.

Both of them are completely out of breath and Coriolanus falls onto her, wrapping his arms around her as he lies on top of her, careful not to crush her under his body weight. Soarynn lets out a content sigh when she feels his lips on her neck, pressing soft and gentle kisses to the tender skin. "That was good," she admits. It's always good with him.

Coriolanus chuckles and kisses right under her ear, "Good huh? Not absolutely extraordinary?" Soarynn giggles at his teasing question and ruts her hips back into his, earning her a low groan, "It was perfect," she decides.

Coriolanus hums and shifts them so that they're both lying on their sides, allowing him to still be fully inside of her but taking most of the weight off of her smaller body. He nuzzles his nose into her neck and hums, "Good. You deserve perfect sex."

His hands absentmindedly trace shapes on her stomach over the lace of the lingerie and Soarynn likes to imagine what it would be like to carry his child, to be his forever and always.

She can feel him hardening inside of her, meaning more than one round which she's grown used to by now. Coriolanus Snow is not an easily satisfied man when it comes to sex. So she beats him to the punch and cranes her neck to look into his piercing blue eyes, "Coryo?" He looks down at her with such devotion in his eyes like he'd burn the world down for her if she asked him to. "Yes, darling?"

"Touch me please."

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