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My god, a spin off of the masquerade event basically writes itself:

You got a character based off of Frollo, Rollo, the OG consumed-by-lust-freak, you got Malleus who couldn’t be happier that you’re tagging along to Noble Bell College, throw in the fact Rollo seems to acknowledge MC as an admirable person paired with his hate-crush on Malleus, who gets to spend time with you, add a bunch of jealousy on both ends, and it’s perfect.

That is to say, I’d feel better writing out the scenario once we have a grasp on why Rollo seems to hold Malleus with contempt(?), but you can bet that I am staring at this event with eyes wide open. 👀👀

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Two of us who fail to open the jar with cherry juice. Yah it's cherry juice.

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Do you ever think about the fact that Twst is on its third round of birthdays so characters should be 2-3 years older, but everyone has to stay their starting age for the sake of the main story because I do.

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hi this is the previous anon :3!! im glad i can share my thoughts here, cuz i literally have no one to talk about this stuff LMAO

i got to thinking because you kept mentioning azul being into degradation being ooc and,,, UNFORTUNATELY i have looked up octopus mating because of azul in the past lolol i was thinking it might actually make sense for him to be into degradation / slight pain (like reader kicking him in the face) since female octopuses are noted to be very aggressive irl :') going as far as eating their mates, but like. in twst verse i'm just imagining that translating into meanness and roughness LMAO

anyway azul would get way too turned on seeing you angry :') especially if it's at him! it's basically a courting gesture HAHA he knows it doesn't work like that for you but still </3 he's almost tempted to try and annoy you / get caught doing something weird by you on purpose! i like to think that his childhood bullying has only made him worse about this compared to most octomer

Aha! I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Honestly, if you’re in the nsfw twst scene, who hasn’t looked up the mating rituals or anatomy of our non-human friends? 😏

And you know what, I honestly hadn’t thought about Azul’s experience with getting bullied as a child, but we could totally work with that, couldn’t we? Just completely warp his idea of love so that being put down by you is the only thing that will make his heart beat faster. The catch is that it has to be you, though. Everyone else bullies him because they’re malicious people and he loathes them for it. But when you do it, it comes from a place of love.

(And when I do it, it’s because I want to see him cry a little.)

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reading your degradation azul piece gave me some thoughts,, I don’t know if your inbox is open to requests only but could I share them? ^^

Ya, I don’t take requests, but you’re welcome to share your thoughts! ⭐️

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1 for Jack x reader please, good to see you again

1. 🔪🚫 Your fave is a closet pervert. What does their behavior look like behind closed doors?

Pairing: Yandere?Jack x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) Warning(s): Light non-consensual touching, Masturbation

Jack had always been a good boy, an upstanding boy. Especially, when it came to doing what was right and following his morals no matter the force that opposed him. 

Even if that force was himself.

Never would Jack have thought that his instincts would be so strong as to go toe-to-toe with his moral compass. Which may have been why he was so hellbent on keeping himself in check in the worst ways possible. 

He made his morning runs longer than usual, the workouts more strenuous, his showers increasingly colder, and his study sessions levels above what was required for 1st years. 

Everything had to be demanding if he ever wanted to look himself in the mirror and not be ridden with immense guilt. And yet, despite the extra effort he put into every aspect of his life to distract himself, to punish himself, Jack’s mind, body, and soul was still debilitated every time he caught sight of you. It took every ounce of his strength to withhold the sheer force of his wagging tail whenever you approached him. That, and the scent you carried made his senses melt ten times over. Without even knowing whether you were in the room, he could tell your smell apart from everyone else. After all, you always smelled so, so good, tantalizing even, and Jack had the worst time holding back his salivations whenever he caught a whiff of it. 

Call it Pavlov’s dog, or biology, or whatever, but nothing else had him in this tight of a chokehold.

And that scared Jack.

The effect you had on him had always been rather subtle. It’s why he felt the need to accompany you to Octavinelle when your friends got caught up in Azul’s contracts. Why he helped you investigate said man and why he even went so far as to fight the leech twins under the coral sea. He wanted to stick close, protect you, maybe even get to know you a little better without you catching on to the fact that he was doing this for reasons less than virtuous.

The more time he spent, the more he liked you, and the stronger his body responded. Every time he touched you, it was like an alarm went off in his brain, telling him to be careful; A pat on the head, a tap to the shoulder, or an usher by the small of your back. He knew that if he wasn’t careful, a simple touch could lend itself to the slippery slope of his pent-up desires and he’d want for more.

Jack knew he was already starting to fall under the desire’s influence when the pajama shirt you left unattended in your room had somehow found a new home discreetly clutched between his fingers and pressed to his nose when he slept at night. The same shirt he tried to rightfully return when the guilt ate at his conscious again.

Although, his method of returning it turned into silently following you as he waited for the right moment to do so. He really wanted to, he did, but he couldn’t think of a good enough excuse as to why he had it in the first place. Of course, most people would have just snuck it back into the place where it was found, but for the life of him, Jack couldn’t live with the feeling of knowing he had borrowed something from you without permission. And naturally, his large form wasn’t the stealthiest when it came to concealing his presence, so of course, you saw and approached him with the salivating scent he had to swallow down.

“Jack? What’re you doing hovering around the trees?”

Naturally, Jack’s body went stiff, his ears twitching as he hung onto the sound of your voice and physically willed his tail to stop wagging, or at least, to stop wagging so much. “Uhm-“ he had to swallow again- “I thought I saw someone… following you…”

You blinked. “You did?”

“…No, sorry. That was a lie.”

You laughed upon the instant backpedal. “Then, what?“

He still hadn’t returned your gaze, the corners of his cheeks colored a darker hue as he outstretched the bag in his grip. “…You… forgot this in Leona’s room when you had to spend those nights in Savanaclaw.”

Confused, you accepted the bag and found the shirt you had wondered about for the longest time. “Oh, sweet! I thought I lost this!” You looked up at him, a grin adorning your face. “Lemme guess, Leona made you his errand boy ‘cause he couldn’t be bothered to return it himself.”

Rather than say anything, Jack could only nod, albeit stiffly, the threads of his good conscious unraveling the longer he stood in front of you.

Maybe Jack wasn’t meant to kick this. Maybe he was destined to eternal torment every time you brushed against him in the hallway, or called his name, or showed up in his dreams and overwhelmed his senses to the point that he woke up covered in a thin layer of sweat with the embarrassing need to relieve the tent in his pants.

Jack didn’t know how long he could hold himself back. He thought about admitting to you the countless things he’s thought about doing with you, to you, but the thought that you’d be appalled by his desires was too great to even let him open his mouth. 

He couldn’t take the inner turmoil between his sense of justice and his instincts anymore. 

But as luck would have it, the ball fell into his court sooner than he thought it would.

A broken ankle, you bemoaned. Some assholes had been roughhousing a little too hard, half of the group knocking into you just as you turned the corner and sent the lot of you collapsing onto the floor. Cue one trip to the nurse’s office and that numbness you felt in your ankle proved to be worse than expected. Naturally, the students at fault were reprimanded by every teacher within a five-mile radius. Both Crewel and Trein were especially hard on them with the punishments adding up to an amount of school work that you couldn’t count on two hands, so you couldn’t say you were all that mad about it anymore. It was just inconvenient if anything. (Though, it seemed that being the teacher’s pet had its perks.)

The worse part was that Crowley didn’t exactly have any good ideas on how you were going to make it to classes on time. Granted, you had crutches, but if you were to ever traverse the winding paths leading to and from Ramshackle, well… you’d probably have to wake up early to make up for the extra time you’d need.

That is, unless, Jack would be willing to help? You thought about asking Ace or Deuce, and while you were sure the latter would help more than the former, you felt that Jack would be better suited to more physically aiding tasks, which is why you approached him as you did. He woke up early for his morning runs anyway, surely a quick hop, step, and jump over to Ramshackle after he was all done wouldn’t be too much of a bother? 

Almost comedically, Jack had to resist the urge to tell you how very little you bothered him, to the point where you could spit in his mouth and he’d still thank you, but that was an inner thought he knew was better left unsaid. 

Sure, he was still pissed at the thought of some insensitive jerks injuring you, but he couldn’t cause you any more trouble than you’ve already been through. He’d have to trust the professors’ discipline on this one… for now, at least.

And thus began some of the best, yet most self-disciplining days of Jack’s life.

For the most part, he just helped you carry things to and from classes, helped you maneuver over large steps or cracks in the stone, and even got your meals to you so you wouldn’t have to balance them over to your table. When Ruggie caught wind of Jack’s actions, he likened it to that time Jack followed him around because he respected the second in command. Now look at him, seems he found a new prospect to look up to, Ruggie laughed. And while Jack stammered over the admission, he didn’t deny it. All he ever wanted was to make you happy, his unwavering loyalty to you a beacon of his personality.

And then came the nightly routines. For the first night, you offered Jack a room in Ramshackle so he wouldn’t have to bother with the morning commute, but he staunchly refused. Just the idea of having to sleep in the same house as you, your scent lingering on every piece of furniture… Jack feared he would return to his baser instincts and you’d discover the more perverse side of himself. 

But that was a refusal he ended up regretting.

Just getting up a little earlier didn’t make Jack’s morning routine all that bad. He even showed up early to make sure he could properly escort you with time to spare. But as he stood on the porch of Ramshackle, the minutes ticking by and your responses to his messages nonexistent, he finally had the proper motivation to start his temporary stay with you. That is to say, when he broke in and found you clutching your leg and seething at the bottom of the stairs, there was no doubt in his mind that he needed to be by your side as much as possible.

“Well, hey!” Grim said, a smirk adorning his face as he crossed his arms. “Now that you got someone to babysit you, this might be the perfect chance for my Scarabia food bonanza!”

“Your what now?” you asked, eyebrow raised before exchanging glances with Jack who was benevolently icing your ankle.

Grim closed his eyes, a haughty look adorning his face. “You wouldn’t know because you weren’t invited, but last weekend I told Kalim that I liked the food so much, that he offered to let me stay with him for a week just to have the full Scarabia spice experience. Can you believe that?”

You were amused, but your flat tone of voice didn’t betray you. “It’s almost too good to be true.”

“Right? Annnyway, you know me, the great Grim didn’t want to leave his henchman alone, so naturally, I stuck it out until I knew you could handle yourself without me for a while. You’re pretty helpless when I’m not looking, you know?” He gestured to your current predicament, which you couldn’t deny, but it’s not as though he would have been much help at the moment. Not that you’d tell him that. And from the second glance you shared with Jack, he must have been thinking the same thing.

Yet, with Grim subsequently out of the house, now began Jack’s first night over, and what a tortuous first stay it was. It was every bit as awful as he thought it would be. The guest room you offered him was directly next to yours and the blankets and pillows you provided smelled just like you.

Jack tried to resist, he did, he even considered sleeping without them, but it was like a bouquet of his favorite aromas all vying for his attention. It taunted him. And it won.

With his head pressed face-first into the pillows, Jack inhaled the comforting scent of your natural pheromones, an action he had denied himself for months. You really did smell so good, so sweet. 

Strangely enough, it was different from the time he spent at your side. At least then he had a duty to adhere to, a mindset to focus on, but here? By himself? Jack gripped the bedsheets beneath his body and groaned. You always had this effect on him but now he had something to work with.

He lovingly rubbed his face against the pillow, his whole body shifting as he slid under the covers and relished your faux presence. Jack convinced himself that if he just closed his eyes long enough, he’d eventually succumb to his usual sleep pattern and live to fight another day, but his body really and truly had other plans.

What started out as a simple restless position adjustment soon became a heavy rut into the sheets. Jack’s body became immensely heated, the baser instincts he feared kicking in as he ground against the mattress, a bead of sweat trailing from his forehead to his neck. He practically bit a hole in the pillow, his mouth clamping down onto anything that would keep his voice silent. Or as silent as one could be. His mind raced with thoughts of you that he couldn’t bear to imprint into his memory. 

You were under him, your face flushed as you wrapped both your arms and legs around his body, panting his name like a mantra.

Then, the daydream shifted to you on top, your hands caressing his chest with adoration reflected in your eyes. 

Again, a shift, one where you sat in his lap, grinding down onto his cock as he held you deathly close, his panting heavy in your ear.

Once more, the vision changed, you were both on your sides as he slowly thrusted into you, your kisses agonizingly slow against his lips until he leaned down to nip at your shoulder.

Jack wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed over the fact he was doing this sort of indecent thing right next door, or the idea that all his fantasies of you included the visual of your body facing and holding his at all times. In the end, it didn’t really matter as his tail thumped against the tented covers, his eyes sewn shut, and his face painted a heavy red. 

After a few more drawn-out seconds, his mouth lolled open, a whimper rising from his throat as some drool seeped out from the corner of his lips, his entire body seizing the moment he came.

Wracked with guilt the moment his cloud of desire faded away, Jack rose from his bed and trudged into the adjacent bathroom in the same manner someone would commit the walk of shame.

Of which, you caught him being shiftier than usual the next morning. He still aided you where you physically needed it, but no matter how he went about it, he wouldn’t look you in the eye. And sometimes you felt as though his hands kept a firmer grip on you than they should be. It didn’t exactly bother you, not really, but you did wonder whether Jack was still comfortable looking after you like this. Maybe he was upset that he couldn’t commit to his usual routine like before. Or did he hate having to stay in such a drafty dorm? You asked him about the behavior, but the most he would respond with was an apology and a quiet, “...Just working through some things, is all.” without elaborating further. 

You couldn’t know. You could never know.

And you especially couldn’t know what Jack was up to when the pain potion the nurse had prescribed for you had the unfortunate side effect that lulled you into a deep slumber some nights.

It was never anything terrible. Jack could never do anything while you were at your most vulnerable. Sometimes, he would just sit at the side of your bed and watch you. Sometimes, he’d press his face into the hand that rested by your side, or even doze a little as he sat on the floor, his head resting comfortably on his arms as he placed himself on the edge of your bedside. He was far too anxious over the idea that if he ever snuck into bed with you, he’d have no proper explanation for himself, so things like this were fine, weren’t they? He could always say that he was just checking up on you, which wouldn’t technically be a lie…

Jack sighed for what may have been the tenth time one night, his eyes reflecting the moonlight that streamed in from the window. You were out cold as you usually were. The pain you had been experiencing throughout the week slowly started to dissipate as your ankle healed. Soon enough, you wouldn’t need the potion with the drowsy side effects anymore. This might have been the last time you would even use it, he thought.

Jack sighed for the eleventh time, his body on the floor as he rested his arms on the edge of the mattress. He was indulging himself again, he thought. The idea of going back to how he once was, after all this was over, felt near impossible to him. He had grown too used to being at your beck and call, too comfortable with the ability to just walk down the hall and see what you were doing. And he doubted there was a way he could advocate for more time after your ankle had healed. He dug himself into a hole, is what he thought. Life after you was going to be the worst withdrawal he’d ever face.

But in this moment, you were just so wonderful. You did this to him, yet he didn’t hold even an ounce of ill will toward you. This was a predicament of his own creation. 

Jack slipped his hand into yours before curling his fingers and bringing it to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles as he closed his eyes, the threads of his willpower beginning to fray.

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I'm curious as to why you use the tag n/sfw instead of nsfw

If you type “nsfw” into the search bar, nothing shows up. However, you can bypass the system by using “n/sfw”.

At least, I think that’s why I use it. I saw other writers tag like that so I followed in their footsteps.

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Imagines MC calling out at the heroes lack of common sense in their stories, 'your parents said they wanted to be neural to all fairies but ignored Maleficent? They practically asked for war and the blue fairy was just making it worse' 'shouldn't the circle of life include all animal? Hyena are essential to the ecosystem since they prevent disease' 'you just the guy in a day and say it's love? how can you be sure he's faithful?" etc. And the great 7 are in the background watching everything.

All the heroes are just sitting on their legs, their hands in their laps as MC stands over them and goes down the line of their faults.

“Honestly, Hades already had the short end of the stick living in the Underworld. Can you blame a guy for trying to prevent his own demise?” You knew he had the most character in his time anyway. Everyone else was a bit dull in comparison.

Of course the great seven will watch in amusement. If the heroes won’t listen to them, maybe they’ll listen to a sweetheart like you. You sure have a way of commanding attention.

(Well, well, if it isn’t my writing from days past. Thanks for this!)

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I remember sending an ask where MC is just calling the out the heroes lack if common sense, I actually still have that in my email

LMAO. We’re going down memory lane tonight, is that it? Man, that’s another oldie but a goodie. I did do a lot of fun drabbles on the side. Speaking of, you wouldn’t happen to have that piece in the email, would you?

I don’t know how tumblr emails work.

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Another golden (pun intented) gems i remember: Great seven helping dormleaders in getting Mc's heart

Ha ha!! Man, and those were so funny, too. Ursula and Hades were especially fun to write for.

Mm, I should think about recreating those little blurbs for old time’s sake.

[goldentwst]

Hey! Sorry if you have answered this before or dont want to talk about it i was just curious:

Is this the same blog that had alot of overblot content because i remember a blog with the username golden twst having stuff like it and it was really good.

Again fine if you dont want to answer for any reason was just curious and wanting to know if there's anywhere i would be able to read them again as i really loved them! hope your having a great day btw love your content!!

Yeah, that was probably me! Unfortunately, I deleted the blog a long while back cause I never kept up with it. Which, in hindsight, was pretty dumb since that erased a lot of the content I had written. Content that I hadn't saved anywhere else... 😞 However, no one took the username in my absence, so I just used the same one.

I know for one I had written excerpts for Overblot Riddle, Leona, Azul, and Jamil so I think I'll keep that in the back of my mind for now. I think it'd be nice to rewrite those even if I don't remember a majority of what happened. In any case, thank you so much for your kind words! It means a lot to know some people still remember little oneshots I posted months ago. 💛

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That Azul fanfic 👀🔥💦💦💦

Headcanon that from now on, most of his dreams will involve Mc humiliating him in some way or another gsvsbdbfnfn

Slams fists onto table. Canon. I don’t know why I love babying him so much. Just the thought of someone so intelligent and put together desperately wanting to be loved and appreciated does something for me.

It gets better the lower they’re willing to place themselves in order to be by your side. ;)

[goldentwst]

Self degrading yanderes hit different... Your Azul content is 10/10

Amen. 🙏 No self confidence? No problem! We’ll still love you even if you can’t love yourself.

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Hope you're doing well! 🤗❤

Yea, I am! Just doing my usual "disappear for a few months, come back with a couple works, and then disappear again." shtick.

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i’ve recently discovered your blog awhile ago and i adore how you write Azul!! may i have prompt 2 with Azul??

(🔪🚫 You suddenly have a magical artifact that lets you see into people’s dreams. Whose do you peek into first?)

2. 🔪🚫 You suddenly have a magical artifact that lets you see into people’s dreams. Whose do you peek into first? Pairing: Yandere!Azul x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) Warning(s): Yandere, non-consensual touching, self degradation (Azul’s)

This was way too cool, you thought as you traveled under the shimmering depths of the ocean blue. Schools of small fish would swim by you, many of which poking you in the process or stopping altogether to gawk at the person with no tail. The coral reef below you glittered under the filtered rays of the sun, accentuating the color and vibrancy of the sea life.

An artifact that let you see into the dreams of anyone you wanted; You didn't think it was true, but Sam had been adamant on the fact that it was the real deal and it could be yours for the low, low price of five madols. Wow, what a steal! And if he didn't make you sign a waiver before buying it, then at least you knew such a suspicious item couldn't have been that bad. If anything, you thought he was just trying to offload a piece of junk onto you. In any case, you were glad you tested it out in the end.

Azul's dream was admittedly the most beautiful place you had ever been in. Sure, you had been to the Coral Sea before, but this was a dream world. Everywhere you looked made it seem like you were viewing the scenery through rose-colored lenses.

And it made sense that Azul of all people would dream of being underwater; You just wished the artifact had dropped you a little closer to where he could be. After all, this was his dream, he had to be somewhere around this-

While occupied with your thoughts, a large shadow suddenly swam overhead, and the fish that had been idly loitering suddenly scattered as did many of the others that occupied the coral below.

A bit spooked yourself, you looked up to find curling black tentacles obscuring the light from your vision as piercing grey eyes stared you down. You… well, you knew Azul was big in his octomer form, Floyd had said so himself, but this was just-

A disgruntled sigh rang above you. “Really now?” Azul’s dream self uttered, his large form slowly sinking to your level, “It’s bad enough that you occupy my thoughts during the day, but now you’re invading my dreams, too?”

You blinked upon hearing his words. Azul was thinking about you? What, had he been trying to think up his next ‘take advantage of the ramshackle prefect’ plan? Either way, you didn’t want to say anything that would spook him. Sam had mentioned that if you did or said anything too bizarre, there was a possibility the dreamer would wake up, so you would play along for now.

“Sorry about that,” you simply replied, keeping it non-confrontational.

Azul only sighed again, combing his fingers through his hair. The water made his already silky hair fluff up before he shifted his gaze to train on you again. In which, there was something a little eerie about how he looked at you. The feeling was emphasized even more by the curling mass of tentacles he possessed.

After a brief moment, he clicked his tongue followed by a mutter of, “Goodness…” under his breath. And before you knew it, a pair of grey hands slipped beneath your knees, and around your upper back, the water aiding in the weightlessness of your body.

“Azul?” Trying to maintain composure, you allowed Azul to seemingly take you into his arms as he used his massive appendages to propel through the water.

“…I’ll take any opportunity that comes my way. Even if it’s just a facade,” he said, a resolution in his tone that differed from his usual salesman persona.

Deciding to see how this played out, you remained idle as the octomer swam along the coral reef, his route soon taking the both of you over multiple large rock formations with gnarling seaweed growing from the cracks. Soon enough, he reached a cave-like hollow and took you inside. To say you were a bit perturbed by Azul’s behavior in contrast to the coy attitude he always wore was a bit of an understatement. From the few glances you spared, his expression was strangely neutral, if not a bit strained.

Now deep in the hollow with only a small hole or two piercing the ceiling, Azul set you down on a large, flat rock covered in some type of moss that felt like layers of velvet. Afterwards, he backed up to get a better look at you, or at least, that’s what you thought he was doing. It was hard to tell with that calculating stare of his.

“It’s not like you to be so quiet,” you said, your fingers grazing over the moss for something to occupy your hand with.

And for the first time since you saw him, Azul smiled; Something unusually soft, adoration reflected in his eyes as he sunk his body to the edge of the rock. “Well, I finally have your attention,” he said, “I can finally talk to you how I want, touch you how I want, all without getting reprimanded.”

Barring the statement about Azul wanting to touch you, you asked, “Reprimanded? By who?”

“Everyone,” Azul said somewhat solemnly, a finger tracing an imaginary line that led to your knee where he ever so gently brushed his knuckles against. “If they knew of my affections for you, they’d surely make fun of me for it. Floyd, Jade, the other dorm leaders… even you.”

Of all the things you thought Azul’s subconscious kept tucked away, his hidden affections for you hadn’t been high on that list.

“Azul… That’s not- I wouldn’t make fun of you for something like that.” And while you certainly weren’t sure what to make of his feelings, or how you would face him tomorrow, belittling what he clearly held so dear would be wildly out of character for you.

“But that’s the thing!” he cried, using his hands as he pushed against the rock to become eye level with you. His smile returned, along with a wide-eyed stare you had only seen once before. “I’m not some addled school boy with a crush! I’m in love with you! You carry the weight of my heart in your hands!” Azul leaned forward, some of his tentacles creeping over the surface of the rock and forming a makeshift barrier on either side of you. “And that’s why—! That’s why… it’s here that I can truly be myself… with you, where I bare all my impurities for you to see. And I love- love how you stare at me like I’m nothing more than the ground you walk on…..”

This… you think wanted to wake up now. To give yourself some space, or sort your thoughts, or something. As you backed up, Azul only pushed forward, a tentacle seizing each of your ankles while another slipped around the wrist you used to prop yourself up.

“Wh- Azul- hold on!!” you shouted, attempting to wrench from his grip, but the tendrils coiled around your limbs two to three times. “Listen- that’s not what I was doing, I just— Azul!”

Azul was laughing. “Yes…. Please say my name… Say it some more! Make it sound as meaningless as it is!”

You furrowed your brow, still attempting to pull free. Your tone reasonably accusatory, “Why would you say something like that? How did you get that idea in your head…?”

“Because that’s what I am, aren’t I? Aren’t I meaningless compared to you?” While his tentacles were effectively holding you back, both of Azul’s hands lifted to either side of your face. His fingers were wavering, his smile just as shaky, but his gaze remained trained on your expression.

After a moment of just staring, your eyes worriedly shifting between his, you lightly shook your head, the movement barely noticeable. “…No. Never…”

And whether or not that was an encouraging answer for Azul, he seemed to take it that way. His expression melted under your words even if they had an underlying sting to them. It both perplexed and frustrated you. But not as much as when he caught you off guard, lifting one of your legs and forcing you to fall onto your back. The moss easily caught your fall, but that didn’t distract from the fact Azul had pressed a kiss to the heel of your foot, his lips then grazing themselves across your skin to the bone of your ankle.

Azul held your calf with one hand while the other held your foot, his grasp with each tender in nature as if worshipping something divine.

However, you didn’t bode so well after being moved like that, and when you felt something latch onto the end of your leg, it was just instincts that told you to kick whatever had done so.

While the tentacles had successfully slipped from your joints, you did feel a sense of dread creep up your spine the moment you did so. With regret weighing over your shoulders the moment your foot made contact with Azul’s face, you immediately sat up, creeping to the edge of the rock to see him nursing his cheek, his face turned to the side. You swallowed the urge to apologize, knowing you were well within your rights to do such a thing, and this was nothing but a dream in the end, but it still left a sour taste, even more so when you noticed droplets of blood drip from his nose and bleed into the water. In all honesty, you were surprised you hadn’t woken up by now. Wouldn’t this sort of thing warrant as ‘drastic’?

“Azul, listen… you suddenly grabbed me like that-“ Your attempt to explain yourself is cut off by Azul’s tittering, the noises pitched and disturbing. And within a moment’s breath, all your limbs were seized again, the squishy texture of Azul’s tentacles tightly coiling your wrists and ankles before the rest of his body followed suit. Once more, you were forced on your back until the only thing you could see was Azul’s gleaming eyes and the inky waters that framed his face.

You were completely immobile from the neck down, every one of your joints pinned to the moss as the weight of Azul’s body intimately pressed into every bit of space your own body had. You even felt a tentacle slip between your legs, the thick appendage forcing apart the instinctive clamp your thighs tried to maintain.

And just as you opened your mouth to speak, to yell, another tendril sealed itself around your throat, firmly, not choking, but still instilling a sense of fear that rendered your last bit of resistance to nothing.

You didn’t think it possible for Azul to look like he had just been forced to run a mile in gym class, but with the heavy flush painted across his cheeks and the tips of his ears, the state of his disheveled hair amongst the water’s push and pull, you didn’t know what to think anymore. Both of his hands cupped the sides of your face, his voice overflowing with adoration.

“Is this how you would treat me if I were to ever pour my affections onto you? Ah~ I never want to wake up… I can’t wake up. I’m so absolutely taken with you that if I were to see you for real, I’d lose myself then and there.” Azul lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “And everything I worked so hard to achieve would be reduced to nothing…”

Just as you attempted to swallow, your throat bobbing under the tentacle, Azul leaned forward to press his mouth onto yours. With it, you could feel each individual appendage coil just a bit more, the one between your legs rubbing something unpleasantly pleasant as he caressed your cheeks with the palm of his hands. In tandem with his body, he gently rocked his lips against yours, inhaling deeply through his nose until pressing one final kiss against your lips and pulling away with less than an inch to spare.

His words were hardly audible, and yet, they rang clear enough through the water’s pressure that you couldn’t mistake it for anything else.

“Please reduce it to nothing.”

[goldentwst]

Chapter 6 may be about Ignihyde, but it really said you WILL be a Pomefiore stan by the end of it.

[goldentwst]

hello! can I please req vil + no.1 from the prompt? thank you!!!

1. 🔪🚫 Your fave is a closet pervert. What does their behavior look like behind closed doors?

Pairing: Yandere!Vil x afab GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned) Warning(s): Yandere, Non-consensual drug consumption, Non-con oral

“Vil,” you uttered, a hand to your temple as you entered his room. “I don’t suppose you have anymore of that headache medicine, do you?”

Having found him situated in front of the vanity, Vil turned towards you, a look of exasperation creasing his expression. “Again? That’s the third time this week.”

You offered an apologetic smile when you closed the door behind you and made yourself comfortable on the love seat at the foot of his bed. “I know, but nothing works faster. Plus, I tried to wait this one out, but it’s been an hour and it still hasn’t gone away. I’m dying here.”

“You waited an hour?” Vil huffed, reaching for a vial in one of his drawers before standing and making his way to you. “What did I tell you about those headaches?? If they last more than five minutes, you’re to find me immediately. I swear, you have the worst time taking care of yourself.”

You chuckled before wincing, the pressure inside your head heavier than before. Like a mallet constantly thumping against the inside of your skull. “Hey, I have been taking care of myself… mostly. I go to bed on time and drink water when I can.”

Vil only studied you for a moment before waving his hand, a silent gesture to let you know you were free to get comfortable. “You’re so simple. You’re lucky the ingredients for this are so plentiful. Otherwise, you might actually have to face the consequences of your actions for once.”

I’ve heard him say that before, you thought, only rolling your eyes after you stood up, turned around, and shuffled to his bedside. Despite his lectures, Vil was still helping you and even offered his bed and hard-earned potion for your recovery, so you couldn’t exactly be mad at him.

Honestly, you didn’t know what you would do without him. One day, everything had been completely fine, the next, you would get this splitting headache that seemed to appear from out of nowhere and neither the school nurse nor any of the teachers could pinpoint as to why you were getting these weekly occurrences.

But all had been improved when Vil caught sight of you doubled over in the courtyard one afternoon, one of your fancy new headaches having rendered you too immobile to attend class.

Vil told you his offered method wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but it would ease the pain, and out of everything? That’s what you wanted the most. You couldn’t take this ongoing pressure thrumming from the inside of your head anymore. Sometimes, it felt like someone had filled your brain with lead. Temporary or not, you would take what you could get.

As per the routine, Vil handed you the small vial filled with a teal liquid. Despite being a quick-fix potion, it actually tasted pretty good and went down smoothly. Soon enough, you were removing your shoes and lying back on Vil’s bed, waiting for the effect of the medicine to kick in. It surprised you the first time around when Vil offered for you to do so while you waited, but the process felt like therapy at this point and you were just happy to have a moment of calm after such an arduous experience.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Vil said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and observe your shift in condition.

“Mm, I won’t,” you replied, closing your eyes and relishing in the bliss of a fading headache. This was always the most satisfying part. All the pain, all the throbbing, just dissipating into nothingness. Although, maybe nothingness wasn’t the right word. It was always better than that. You would probably describe the feeling as none other than warm, and calmative. Like nothing could possibly bother you.

Which was exactly what Vil wanted you to feel.

“You’re such a handful, you know that?” He gently sighed, reaching his hand out to pop the buttons of your uniform’s jacket. Like undressing someone who was drunk, he went down the row of fasteners, doing the same to your vest, followed by your collared shirt and bra. Yet, the actions only made you laugh as he pulled the layers from your arms and discarded them to the floor.

“I promise I won’t be too long. I don’t even feel it anymore.” You smiled, seemingly unaware of how vulnerable your top half was.

Of course, Vil had to pause, forgoing a sliver of his composure to place his hand on the lay of your stomach, his nails dragging up to palm at one of your breasts. The glass containing his composure spilled a few more drops when you involuntary mewled upon his touch. In response, Vil emitted an eager noise of his own before climbing onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs.

As unsightly as it was, Vil had to swallow a few times to prevent himself from over-salivating onto you, the rise and fall of your bare chest enticing him more than any delicacy could possibly offer. He hadn’t even the chance to taste you, yet the blood steadily rushing to his cock throbbed under his dorm uniform. Not that the blood wasn’t rushing to his face either. No blush he owned could paint his cheeks and ears so vividly red.

With hot, quivering breath, Vil lowered his head to latch onto your nipple, applying slow circles to the bud with his tongue. He moaned upon doing so, uncaring when he briefly pulled back and found the stain of his lipstick marking your breast. If anything, it spurred him further as he shifted to kiss your other nipple, leaning back to admire how the two mirrored each other now.

“This really does ease my pain,” you said casually, making him flicker his gaze to you. “I wish the nurse had something like this.”

Vil smiled coyly, his fluster still present as he shifted his body to cup your face with both his hands, utilizing a little more pressure than necessary. “But they can’t because the drugs used are native to the Land of Pyroxene, and only someone who’s lived there knows how to grow them.”

“Oh, really?” You rose a brow, earning Vil’s grin.

“Yes, and you want to know the effects they can have on a person?”

You lethargically nodded your head, intrigued.

Vil almost simpered. “Delusions of comfort, faulty listening comprehension, enhanced pleasure. Of course, it comes with its version of side effects, too: chronic headaches, amnesia, dizziness, just to name a few. Which is a shame really considering the addicting properties of the drug. It’s difficult to stop craving it once you’ve had a taste.”

Not that you comprehended even a hint of what Vil had just told you. But he couldn’t care less, the dorm leader was positively enamored with the wide-eyed stare you were giving him, coupled with that adoring mouth of yours curled into a small smile. Vil beamed, plunging his lips against yours as he used the grasp on your face to angle your head better. Vil molded his mouth against yours, breathing through his nose and pressing deeper. You had but a moment to inhale before he latched on again, his tongue leaving no room for you to push back as he lapped against the roof of your mouth, the feeling warm yet invasive.

Another beat of blood traveled up the veins of his cock, straining against his pants and instinctively making him rub against you in slow, agonizing strokes.

“…Just a bit more,” he muttered through your heavy kiss, his hand briefly traveling from your face to the heat between your legs.

Reluctantly, however, he pulled himself back, your lips and the parts of your skin surrounding them smudged with red. Vil likely bore a similar appearance but cared little for that aspect of his session with you. After all, things were about to get a little messier.

Roughly tugging off the bottom portion of your clothes, Vil spared no time biting the hem of your panties to pull them down your legs until they were dangling from his lips. From there, he neatly folded them before sliding the garment behind the collar of his robe for safekeeping.

Afterward, his eyes narrowed down on the slick of your sex, breath catching in his throat while his heart pounded against his ribcage. Wasting no more time, he gripped the flesh of your thigh and delved down to press kisses along the skin, his mouth eventually reaching the center between your legs and licking up a stripe with the flat of his tongue. Vil needed a moment to steady himself once he tasted you. It didn't matter how many times he had eaten you before, you always had this effect on him, and every session was better than the last.

Again and again, Vil drew his tongue over your cunt, momentarily pausing to suck on your clit and force wanton noises from your throat, ones you didn't even know you were making. He carved the sounds into his heart like a well-memorized song as he continued to lap the entrance to your sex.

"V-Vil," you panted, the pieces of your comprehension never having registered why you were so out of breath. "I'm glad that you-" your breath hitched- "glad that you could help me out. I was so worried about having to endure that sort of pain all the time..."

Vil slowly traveled his gaze to your face, mouth still latched onto you.

However, you continued speaking, your breathing evening out just the slightest. "So, thank you. You're my hero."

Pausing in his ministrations, Vil rose his head from in between your legs as his thumb shifted to wipe the excess of your secretions from the corner of his lip. His eyes gave little to no indication behind his expression as he regarded your exposed form.

With a sigh, he crawled over you like he had done once before, your own gaze following his movement but not acknowledging it. For just a bit longer, he stared you down, that haze in your eyes reflecting just how much you really knew.

Resigning himself, Vil craned his neck to press his forehead against yours, the strands of his hair tickling your skin as he closed his eyes, the warmth of your body consuming his better judgment.

"And I always will be."