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[demonichikikomori]

I am still not over delinquent Deuce. And if there's still an opening, would absolutely love to have more of that! Lol maybe with some shotgunning? (I don't smoke, but it definitely looks hot)

Smoke Break

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Delinquent!Deuce Spade x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.3k+

Art by minomone on Twitter!

Ask, and you shall receive! I really like writing Delinquent!Deuce and I feel like he fits my writing style. Of course, I love straight laced Deuce too. He's... I would put him in my purse. I love him and how loyal he is... I bet even straight lace Deuce smells faintly of tobacco when you go in for a hug... I do headcanon that Deuce stress smokes cigarettes but I think weed would be something he has time from time. Ruggie definitely sells it to him haha.

SUMMARY:

It was the night of the big school anniversary. And you were finally starting to feel drained. That and you noticed Deuce slipping away from the party outdoors to make his way inside of the school building. He must be as overwhelmed as you are.

Tags: Delinquent Deuce/Shot-Gunning/Don't Do Drugs Kids

The party was supposed to last all day on campus. The anniversary of the school's founding had come around again.

As the sun melted into the horizon, it created a watercolor of pastel pinks, yellows, and oranges. A calming picture for your nerves. You were overwhelmed, overstimulated, and you needed a break. The hundreds of voices were loud and still energetic as you slipped into the school, telling Ace as you passed him that you needed to go to the bathroom. You were trusting him to keep an eye on Grim. The lack of Deuce was puzzling. You remember seeing him sneak into the school earlier. As in twenty minutes earlier. He hasn’t come back yet?

You entered the silent building; dim, dark, but not unwelcoming. The paintings greeted you silently as you passed. As you escaped the throbbing in your head caused by too many voices and music that was a notch too loud. As you walked through the silent hallways in search of a bathroom and maybe Deuce roaming around, you passed the stairs.

Stairs that smelled heavily of burnt earth and a hint of… Skunk? You weren’t oblivious to what the combined scents entailed. It made your heart pound, wondering if this was where Deuce snuck off to. Deuce Spade is an ex-delinquent, but old habits were hard to kick. This included a bad habit of sneaking off from places to stress smoke. The first time you caught him smoking has stunned you. Ace complained that he was skipping out on setting up the UnBirthday party so you offered to go and find him. And there, hidden in the maze of roses was Deuce. He was leaned against a hedge, a cigarette between his lips as he struggled to flick the flame of a lighter to life. When your eyes met it was nothing but shocked silence. You told him simply to come back since Ace was getting annoyed.

There were rumors of a student smoking on campus, but no one could pinpoint the culprit. No one suspected Deuce, being as straight laced and kind-hearted as he was. You had no reason to speak up either. It wasn’t truly hurting anyone, just the smell that lingered bothered a few students.

But not you.

The smell of tobacco and occasionally the smell of earth and skunk clung to his clothes when you would wrap him up in a hug, when you would sit beside him, and when you would stand too close. It made your heart race with excitement. You couldn’t explain why. You couldn’t understand why. You just knew it smelled like Deuce. It reminded you of Deuce.

You climbed the stairs with caution, listening to the sound of a lighter being flicked and a soft ‘come on’ following. It was definitely Deuce’s voice. As you rounded the corner, your eyes met with the ex-delinquent’s. The window behind you layered him in a thin pink film from the sky. A pastel backdrop which was a stark contrast to him doing something illegal right in front of you. The straight-laced student wore a frustrated expression, seated on the third step with a lighter tight in his gloveless hand. At his feet resting on the first step with a small baggie of crumbled up marijuana. Only a few sticky nuggets remained among the shake and yellowish-green dust. He had taken off his gloves, his blazer, and vest and left them folded neatly on the step behind him. Dressed only in his slacks, his dress-shirt, with his tie hanging loose around his shoulders.

Deuce Spade was having a smoke break.

“You scared me…” He trailed off in relief with a long sigh. The student was well aware you wouldn’t snitch on him, neither would Ace. But you could tell he favored you more. “Sorry if you came looking for me… I was a little worn out from the party.” He apologized sheepishly, pulling the game leaf blunt from his lips. It hung limp between his pointer and middle finger. Singed, but unlit. You shook your head hoping your pulse would slow down as you stood before him. “I was exhausted too… The party won’t end until midnight so I came to hide for a bit. I noticed you weren’t out there so I guessed we could hide together.” You explained as he made room for you beside him. The tips of his ears and his cheeks became splashed with red color. He seemed grateful.“Thanks for keeping me company… Do you mind if I still smoke?” He asked politely and you shook your head.

You didn’t mind at all.

Your shoulder brushed against his as he fiddled with the lighter and finally; it lit. The flame danced and you watched mesmerized as Deuce lifted the blunt to his lips. Deuce inhaled gently as the flame burned the end of the brown wrapping. “Never start smoking. It’s bad for you.” Deuce warned playfully as billowing clouds of white smoke left his mouth. The staircase smelled even stronger now as you nodded obediently to his warning. “Do… You like it?” You asked curiously, wondering what smoking would truly be like. It must not be that bad if Deuce is doing it.

He hummed, this time the smoke came out in streams through his nose. “I like that I feel less stressed. And it comes from the ground instead of a factory like cigs.” He answered with honesty, his eyes noticed you gazing at the blunt between his fingers. Deuce hesitated before leaning against you, another puff of smoke curled past the corners of his mouth as he frowned at you. “You wanna try it?” He asked curiously and quietly, leaving you with wide eyes and the thrum of your heart beating against your ear drums. “Well…” You trailed off as he slipped an arm around your waist. Your body was flush with his now as he looked down at you. His peacock green eyes scanned your expression as you felt your skin become hot.

The scent of weed and tobacco. You didn’t know why it excites you so much. A dangerous combination you shouldn’t like as much as you do. “I’ll let you try it. Just once.” He offered under a breathy whisper, and his fingers curled into your waist. You nodded again. Unable to form anything coherent or of value, nodding was all you could muster. “Open your mouth. Juuust a lil’ bit.” Deuce’s tone was smokier now, influenced by the burning blunt and you silently obeyed. Your lips parted, eyes now locked with Deuce’s as he inhaled from the blunt. A string of thick gray ash crawled its way up the brown leaf wrapper.

You swallowed back your excitement. You waited and watched for Deuce to exhale the smoke but that moment never came. You swore your heart stopped when his lips meshed with yours. A soft whimper tumbled through your throat as your mouth was filled with smoke. The flavor was nearly tasteless other than the hints of floral and mint. Your heartbeat was deafening as Deuce’s tongue clashed with yours. The slippery muscle pressed and pushed against yours as you felt your chest become tight from the smoke settling in your lungs with each drawn breath. The soft wet squish of your tongues colliding made your body feel hot. Your hands reached out and grabbed onto the front of his buttoned white shirt. The kiss deepened and you could feel a trickle of drool sliding down your chin from the messy make out. When he pulled away, his hand around your waist tightened again as you panted with him. Struggling to catch your breath.

Deuce kissed you. And you chose to mentally blame it on the weed. “See why you shouldn’t smoke? It makes you too confident.” He explained through huffs, never breaking eye contact as you shook your head. Your tongue dipped out to lick away the drool. You could still taste the floral mint. “I think I need another example.”

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[angelichikikomori]

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[demonichikikomori]

If you still have an opening, I'd love to see you do a reader insert for legend of Zelda fic with any Link you're comfortable with! If you'd rather not do that, I'd be okay with an Idia piece (I'm not picky)

Body Painting

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Link x GN!Reader Word Count: 2.1k+ Tags: Suggestive/Body Worship

Art by Ivy__Draws on Twitter!

AS IF I WOULD SKIP THE CHANCE TO WRITE SOME LINK CONTENT???? I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO DO THIS!!!!!!! I THANK YOU DEARLY!!!!!!!! Again a minor secret that I’ve shared before is that on Wattpad years ago I wrote a big fic for Link (he crawled out of your TV one day) and it was just a bunch of smut and fluff one shots combined into one big story haha. I love that hot sexy feral blond I want him so bad. Sorry if this is a bit OOC I haven't written Link content in years...

SUMMARY:

After Link collected the pieces to a new armor set, you offer to assist him with a body paint portion.

When a ‘hero’ arrived in your village, you had grown infatuated with him. 

He said nothing to no one, only clearing away the evils in the vicinity in exchange for being allowed to camp nearby in the forest. The village chief allowed it, and you were very curious to see him when he came and went through the nearby woods. One night you snuck out to steal a glance, since all you caught was the sight of messy golden hair vanishing among the foliage. Under the veil of darkness and the moon to guide you, you had snuck into the small campsite belonging to the visitor. And when you attempted to peel back his tent, footsteps greeted you from behind. A strong hand grabbed you by the shoulder and yanked you back. The tickle of soft, Korok flower colored hair brushed against your cheek as an annoyed- but handsome expression greeted you. He said nothing as he pointed to the direction of your village and wordlessly began to push you with a sigh. He was strong. Shockingly so as he shoved you along with ease, even with your heels digging into the ground below. He also… Looked beat up. The bridge of his nose had split open and was caked in dried blood, but he was clearly unbothered by it. That didn’t mean you were. 

With some careful coaxing and pleading, you offered to clean and dress the wound for him. Again, he said nothing. It confused you as to why he didn’t speak. With crossed arms and a huff, he waved a hand towards your village and sat down in the dirt. He would wait for you to come back! You hurried to and back to the stranger and sat before him. You disinfected and covered the wound for him, asking him questions that went unanswered. “Do you… Not like to talk?” You asked and his eyes trailed towards the ground. He slowly stood and entered his tent, returning soon after with a tiny piece of chalk and a pad of paper that was on its last few pages. He began to write.

‘I can’t talk.’ 

You felt guilty and lowered your head. When the scratching of chalk against paper continued you raised your head again. ‘My name is Link. Thank you for the help. Please leave. I want to go to bed.’

Rude… But cute.

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After a week from that fateful night, a rumor spread that the wordless hylian was packing up to finally leave the outskirts of your village and continue his journey to wherever he was going. You couldn’t bear it. When you ran into the woods to see him off, everything seemed to fall into place. You were appointed as his travel companion. Specifically his nurse. He didn’t seem to mind you tagging along, as he was very content with how well his nose had healed. It didn’t even scar! He deemed you; ‘useful enough’ according to the paper he had written on.

It’s been a good four months now. He never spoke a word to you, but he didn’t really need to. You had picked up on the meaning of certain hand signals that he taught you and sometimes would use paper and ink or occasionally a stick in the ground if there was a lack of materials or knowledge. You never pried about the reason behind his silence as you did not feel like it was appropriate to ask him. You got along well during the six months of company. 

Link was shockingly sweet despite how quick he was to start fights with hostile beasts the two of you encountered. He ate everything you cooked with a wide smile and he was conscious of leaving a healthy distance between the two of you inside of your small shared tent and the fluffy roll out bed. You liked Link. Platonically of course.

He was a silent hero who was on some sort of quest you couldn’t decipher the reason for. You were his companion who patched him up and cooked while he dashed into the woods with a sword and came back even worse than when he left. Like now.

“There you are.” You huffed as Link returned with a bleeding nose. His tanned skin was covered in scrapes and scratches from some sort of scuffle. He was filthy, like he had been rolling around in the dried earth. He did say he was going on a ‘walk’ again. But the ‘walk’ must have been inside of some kind of cave crawling with monsters. “I’m glad you’re okay-“ Before you could finish, he shoved something towards you with a proud gleam in his eyes and a sharp grin. His eyes shimmering like ocean waves that sparkled in the sunlight. In his hands was the Barbarian Helm. Worn by an ancient tribe from the Faron region long before you were born. You read about it in a book, and you were shocked that he had found one. Link sat the helmet down on a nearby log as he dug through his bag and pulled out a picture he ripped from a book. It was a warrior dressed in armor with a purple colored paint smeared into symbols over the bare parts of his skin. Link was excited to show you this as you sighed and reached for your own bag to pull out the supplies needed to tend to his wounds. “Let’s get you fixed up first. Go wash off in the lake please, I’ll help you with your armor.” You offered as Link looked at you with a surprised expression. He must’ve been showing you for a bit of praise for his achievement in collecting the armor set. Not for you to help him get dressed in it. “The body paint looks hard to do on your own. And you’re so rough with everything, I’ll help paint.” You assured as he began to pout, offering a few hand signals with a shake of his head. “You’re rough with everything.” 

When he ate it was like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. When he fought it always looked like it was life or death. After the first two weeks of traveling and showing him books, he would tear the pages out to save as reference since he didn’t believe in taking the entire thing. Link was a rough person. You pressed at his shoulder with your hand and pointed towards the lake. “Go, I can’t work on a muddy canvas.” You joked as he rolled his eyes, but followed your orders. 

You weren’t attracted to Link. Not at all. Everything between you was just… Platonic. But whenever you two would take turns bathing in the nearby bodies of water you camped by, you always felt your pulse rocking in your ears. Your eyes lingered as watched the sun kissed blond walk away towards the lake not too far from your small camp. You looked away to continue pulling supplies out of your bag, but you couldn’t help but check for Link a second time. 

Seeing him strip bare and walk into the water was something you should feel guilty for watching. Something you should babble an apology for. Something that Link should know about. But you always found yourself stealing glances as he would soak in the water with a quiet huff or how he would check his reflection in the glassy surface. His scars. His tanned skin from the sun. The freckles and fresh cuts. His messy hair he had given up on trying to cut.

You were just his traveling companion. It’s not like he was eye-fucking you when you bathed. You turned away again with your face burning in shame as you picked up a wooden bowl and went to find berries to make the paint Link would need. 

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When you returned with the bowl filled with purple colored fruit, Link stood naked at the campsite. In his hands was the picture of the barbarian armor diagram. He studied the page in silence with a scrunched face. You gasped in shock, slapping a hand over your eyes as you held the hand with your bowl outstretched to keep the ‘hero’ as far away from you as possible. But a wooden bowl of fruit wasn’t much for self defense against a nearly feral 22-year old. Well, according to Link he was 122. But that was a different conversation. 

“Please put something on! Please!” You begged with a shriek as your face began to burn with embarrassment. You heard the fluttering of the page and a huff of annoyance from the silent hero. Then… Footsteps coming towards you. “Link?! Are you wearing anything?!” You asked with a panicked voice before he gripped your wrist and yanked the hand away from your face. He looked annoyed and confused by your shy reaction. Your eyes locked with his, and he tilted his head with another huff. He scanned your expression with his ocean colored eyes as you tried pulling your wrist away from his hold. Again, he was far stronger than he looked. Even the anxious thrashing didn’t cause him to budge. “Link please get dressed in something! Please?!” You begged with a whine as you broke your gaze away from his and looked down. 

You didn’t regret the sight you saw, but you could hear your pulse pounding in your ears and the heat of embarrassment singed the soft cartilage. He released you and used his hands to speak. ‘We’re always together. Seeing me naked isn’t a big deal. And you have to paint me right? I can’t get dressed yet.’ He explained with a roll of his eyes and a smile formed. He cannot be serious. Yes, you did offer. But you didn’t expect him to be standing before you like this either. “W-Well…” You trailed off, not sure if you could follow his logic entirely. ‘It’s fine.’ He assured you as you looked towards the ground, then at the bowl in your hands. “... I think I get it.” You didn’t think you were that comfortable around the blond just yet to walk around naked. But, Link had been on his own for a very long time. He probably was used to things like this without someone else around. It wouldn’t change just because he had a helper recently. As he stepped away from you, you began to relax with a determined nod. “Okay, I’ll clean your cuts first-” You stopped as he adjusted the Barbarian Helm onto his head with a smile and glanced over at you. ‘I put something on. Happy?’ 

Childish… But cute.

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With his cuts and scrapes cleaned and covered, you stood in front of Link with your homemade purple paint. He wore nothing but the helm as you awkwardly dragged a makeshift paintbrush against his skin. As always, Link was silent. No hands or attempts to shoot signals as you worked with your face burning with bashfulness as he held the paper diagram for you to see. It was intimidating as his breath tickled your skin with each slow stroke of the brush. Along his muscular and scarred arms. Across his defined collarbone and his solid chest. Your hands were steady as you worked on his other arm swallowing back your embarrassment as you looked at the paper diagram for reference. 

You moved to paint his back, careful with your sharp strokes. He shuddered when the cold berry mix brushed over his spine. Link craned his head back with a soft grunt as you whispered ‘sorry’ under your breath. You now stood before Link with a final glance at the paper diagram. “Okay… Um… Don’t move.” You instructed as you sat on your knees feeling your heart throb against your ribs as you held the small brush and wooden bowl of makeshift violet paint. Being eye level with the blonds belly button left you flustered as you leaned in and dragged the brush over his skin. He flinched with soft sounds from above you as you did your best not to look anywhere you shouldn’t. 

It’s just paint. It’s just painting his skin. Link just asked you for a favor. Before you knew it, you had finished his legs and thighs with a nervous smile. You admired your work with flushed cheeks as you placed the bowl aside and looked up at Link. His face was a bright red color and his face was twisted into one of restraint. “All done.” You whispered awkwardly as he took a small step away from you and nodded. He offered a few hand signs as a messy and quick thank you as he walked towards the woods again. You called out to him with a frown as he waved a hand at you with a scowl. His response was ‘he had to fight something or else he might do something he’d regret’. But you couldn’t figure out what the ‘or else’ meant. He only saw you as his friendly and helpful traveling companion after all. 

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[demonichikikomori]

Take all the time you need! And I was wondering if I could request a Deuce story?(sweet boy has stolen my heart) maybe he got into a fight with his old crew for talking about his s/o like they have a chance. I'm not picky, have fun with it! (SFW or NSFW, whatever you want!)

You Never Stood A Chance

Deuce Spade x GN!Reader Word Count: 3k+

Art by なずたろ on Pixiv

Happy LATE AS FUCK birthday to @societyslostone ! I truly hope that this is a fine gift for you, please, enjoy this creation! The Devil hasn't written singular Deuce content until now, so I hope to satiate your hunger with this until I get used to the honor student! Also, I kept having to look at the map of the Isle of Sages. That walk from Ramshackle ALL the way to the town in the center of both schools is nightmaric to think about. Going down will be easier than going up...

SUMMARY:

You got invited to go off campus to get egg pudding with Deuce. It was a date! As you made it to the town below the school, you were in shock to see something had happened to Deuce.

Tags: Fluff/Suggestive Content/Protective and Delinquent Deucey/Egg Pudding/Cute Band-Aids/Underage Smoking (the legal age is 20 and Deuce is 18)

Deuce Spade was a delinquent. The key word: Was. 

The young man was now on the path of becoming a straight laced honor student with your help and Ace’s joking encouragement. He had a shorter temper than most, but with you around he had lacked reason to lash out at anyone.

Until today.

After classes, Deuce had casually suggested (with awkwardly waving hands and a bright red face)that you should join him off campus this weekend to a small sweets shop. They had an egg custard pudding he wanted to try and he thought you would want to tag along. A token of thanks for helping him study so often, and just for being his friend. You now sat on the edge of your bed with the phone pressed against your ear, a smile spread wide across your face. “Let me buy it for you. It’s my way of saying thank you for being with me.” His voice echoed through the receiver as you finished up with getting dressed. Something other than your school uniform as you agreed to meet in the town at the base of Night Raven College. “Is that what our relationship is now Deuce?” You decided to tease his choice of words as you laced up your shoes and choked back a snicker as Deuce sputtered on the other end. “I meant hanging out! Being around me! You’re my friend!” He awkwardly corrected himself and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet snort in amusement at the scenario he placed himself in. “I got it, I got it. Don’t worry. We’re friends.” You assured him gently as he started to settle down.

“Don’t take too long, okay? I’m already outside of town so, I’ll wait for you.” He instructed softly as you hummed in response. You wished each other goodbye and Grim sat beside you with a frown. “You promise you’ll bring me back something? It’s not fair just you and Deuce get to leave campus! What about me?! I don’t want to babysit Ace!” He complained with his furry arms waving around. “It’s only for a few hours. And I’ll find you a few cans of premium tuna. How does that sound?” You offered and moved to your feet and Grim narrowed his eyes with displeasure. “Only the high quality kind! Then I’ll forgive you for leaving me with that menace!” He spat as you rolled your eyes and grabbed a windbreaker from your closet. Once you zipped it up over your top, you trekked downstairs with Grim near your feet. The complaints continuing. “Please don’t forget!” Grim begged and you again reassured him he would be getting a treat after your trip into town.

“Please don’t fight with Ace while I’m away. Again, it’s only for a few hours.” You requested as Grim clicked his tongue. “Buyin’ some damn pudding shouldn’t take hours! And you’ll be lucky if I don’t send him away with a fried a-.” Grim was silenced by a knock on the door that you quickly responded to. Ace was finally here. 

After leaving Ace with a small list of things to do for Grim’s feeding times, you skipped away from Ramshackle. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you silently pictured how your ‘friendly day-out’ would go. Deuce wanted to get you pudding, maybe you could wander through town for other snacks. See what kinds of egg dishes Deuce likes the most. Maybe you could see what his mom is like, and if she would favor you. Maybe you could walk down to the beach together after the day neared its end. Maybe you could get something off of your chest, pertaining to the friend you didn’t want to be friends with anymore.

The friend you wanted to become more than friends with. 

 You shot Deuce a text saying that you were finally on your way from the dorm, and would be at the gate soon. You looked down at the screen as you walked, slowly starting to frown as a minute passed worth of silence from Deuce. He always responded fast. Maybe he just didn’t see it yet. It has been only sixty seconds. You walked in silence, admiring the passing clouds, the chirping birds, and the swaying greenery. It was a good twenty minute walk down to the gate and a solid forty-five to reach the town. In the back of your head, you wished that Deuce would have stayed on campus. Hoping he would have agreed to meet at Ramshackle to walk with you. But you knew he had his reasons for meeting up separately at the town. The walk felt longer than usual as you glanced at your phone. After fifteen minutes, he still hasn’t opened your message.

Maybe his phone died. Yeah, that sounds like Deuce.

You started to relax and hurried down the long hill towards the town, running past the gate with a soft sigh. Deuce was waiting for you, if you ran, you could cut the forty five into thirty. Your chest was sore from sprinting down the winding hill, your legs began to burn, your face was red from being licked by the wind. But you were excited to see Deuce. You were excited to go out with him for the day. But that feeling was trampled as you slowed down, seeing the sight up ahead of Deuce. 

Your face fell flat. 

Deuce threw a punch into a young man's face, his own nose was gushing with blood and his left eye was starting to blacken, as if another spade was painting itself onto his skin. His clothes stained and dirtied as he was surrounding himself with groaning bodies, his chest rising and falling quickly for air. You watched in horror as they writhed on the ground at his feet. Your legs took off as you charged at Deuce, screaming his name as he slammed his foot into the side of one of the boys. They were wearing street clothes just like he was, but you recognized one of them as an attendant of Royal Swords Academy. Deuce only glanced at you for a split second. His peacock green eyes widened, then narrowed into slits as he hollered at the boys surrounding him. “Anything else?!” He snapped as one of them scrambled to their feet and took off with a sob. You slowed down as the boys began to take off, getting as far away as possible from Deuce Spade. 

You counted seven of them, taking off into town as you ran into Deuce��s back. Your fist weakly landed into his shoulder as the two of you stood there in silence, listening to Deuce catch his breath. You could see his knuckles had the skin scratched off, leaving a bloody mess behind as his eyes were kept down to his feet. His nose was still bleeding, leaving red droplets behind. “Your walk… It should’ve taken you longer to get here…” He huffed out breathlessly and you bumped your fist into his shoulder again. 

You weren’t angry at Deuce. You weren’t sad with him, nor frustrated. You were worried if anything. 

“You weren’t supposed to-” “Why did you fight with them?” Your voice was stern as Deuce quieted back down. He spit onto the dirt ground, a mix of blood and saliva joined the red cells from his nose. Seeping into the earth below. “You aren’t on MagiCam a lot, but, I saw a comment under one of your posts. The guy who left it went to RSA so, I texted him. And… Here we are.” Deuce explained and you felt your stomach twist. You knew what post Deuce was referring to. It was a week ago. You had taken a group photo with the Heartslabyul students during an Un-Birthday Party. Plenty of likes and kind words, and then there was one that upset you. ‘The WHORE of Night Raven College in action’ was the comment left behind. You weren’t sure of what the hostility was about. Many people came to defend you, but you were quick to delete it. But it did leave you with a sour taste in your mouth, knowing some people saw you that way. “You didn’t have to fight them.” Your voice was quiet as Deuce stepped away from you, slowly turning to face you now. His eye was even more swollen, the front of his baby blue sweatshirt was now stained in dark red blood, his jeans now had a new rip in the knee… He looked terrible. 

His cheeks had gone red as blood continued to gush from his nose, a small grin started to form on his face as he pointed to himself. “Did… Did I at least look cool?” He asked, sounding hopeful for a positive response. Leaving the mood suddenly much lighter. Your shoulders sagged as you looked him over. “I won’t say no… But saying yes might encourage this kind of stuff.” You admitted as Deuce wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve. “Don’t do that!” You scolded and grabbed the arm of his sweatshirt. There was blood smeared into the light colored fabric. 

Deuce laughed nervously as you began to drag him into town. “I’ll buy bandaids, come on there should be a store close by.” You frowned and pulled on his wrist, worried that touching or brushing his knuckles would cause him pain. Walking into town together, you hoped to be holding his hand. But that clearly needs to wait. You pulled Deuce into the nearest store before releasing him. “Grab a few water bottles, we need to wash the blood off.” You instructed, glancing back but not looking at him as you began the quest for bandaids and maybe a roll of gauze. 

You looked up and down the isles. Frowning as you reached the section you needed, but not exactly what you wanted. You grabbed a box containing a roll of gauze first as you frowned at the bandaids. The plain flesh shaded band aids had been sold out, leaving only ones for what you would find gifted to a small child. Most often; a young girl. Flowers, bunnies, cupcakes, unicorns… You eyed a box of ones covered in cartoon birds, bears and flowers. Maybe this could be a safe choice? You grabbed that box and one with pink flowers, heading to the counter as Deuce joined you, holding a water bottle. He was frowning as he eyed the woman behind the counter. She silently rang up your things, eyeing Deuce and then looking at you. “I tripped and fell.” His voice was harsh, causing the girl to flinch and nod in understanding. “Of course sir.” Her tone was meek as you paid, her eyes lowered the entire time as you took your bag and left with Deuce. 

You were frowning as he walked behind you, taking the bag from your hands as the two of you ducked into the nearest alleyway. A sigh left your mouth as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You could hear Deuce digging through the plastic bag. “You tripped?” You asked with a hand pulling away, your fingers fanned out as the other arm crossed over your waist. “Sure did. You saw that she stopped staring.” Deuce grumbled and pulled out the bandaids with a hum. “Yeah, well anyone with eyes would know that that's complete bull.” You growled and Deuce leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing again. “It’s none of her fucking business in the first place. I was tired of her looking at me.” He spat and dropped the plastic bag on the ground. You were taken aback.

You had heard Deuce swear before. But this felt different. More aggressive. “Have a better lie next time then. Or just don’t say anything.” You mumbled and grabbed the bag from the ground. The alleyway felt even smaller as you looked down at your shoes, then Deuces. “Take off your sweatshirt, I’m gonna rinse your face in cold water.” You instructed as Deuce silently followed your request. He was wearing a plain white shirt underneath and he crouched against the stone wall. He outstretched his hands first for his bloody knuckles to be washed first. You opened the first water bottle and took a few steps closer, dousing his knuckles in cold water. You saw him tense up from pain before relaxing quickly as the blood mixed into the stone and dirt below. You both were silent as he began to rub his hands clear of blood, leaving a few scratches and gashes behind. Most of the blood on his knuckles wasn’t his. Once that was done, you motioned to him with the bottle. “I still need to wash your face off.” You mumbled as he lifted his head to gaze up at you. His eyes were still narrowed as you carefully tipped the bottle over. He didn’t flinch as the water washed over him and trailed down his face and neck. You could see the bridge of his nose was starting to purple. 

As you locked eyes with Deuce, you didn’t notice your hand tilting to pour the water faster and faster. A wet hand smacked against your thigh and you quickly stopped pouring the water. “Sorry-” You watched the student slowly rise in front of you, the front of his shirt now wet with blood and water. You could see the hills of his muscles beneath the wet fabric clinging to his chest and torso. “It’s fine.” He swiped the water from his face. Your back was again pressed on the opposite brick wall to Deuce. You clenched the bottle in your hands as you saw him reach for his back pocket. Before you had the chance to ask, Deuce already pulled out a small carton and flipped the cardboard lid open. The sweet smell of unlit tobacco filled the alley as you placed the cap on the bottle with a frustrated sigh. “Deuce.” You called his name and he was silent, pulling out a cigarette to place between his lips. Where did he get that from?

When did Deuce start smoking?

You felt frustrated as you dropped the bottle into the bag and approached him, trying to snatch it away. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he chewed on the end, his eyes looked darker than usual as you reached up, only for him to knock your hand away.  “Stop.” He mumbled and you tried again. He brushed you off quickly as you stood before him scowling. He looked down at you, prepared to speak as you knit your brows together. “I’m not getting you a lighter, nor giving you one.” You murmured as his eyes darted away from you. “I won’t ask then.” Of course he was planning too.

You didn’t want to be angry at him. But you were supposed to be on a date. Not playing nurse in a dirty alleyway. “… Did you still want to try the egg pudding?” He asked softly, and you could hear the soft flick of a flame coming to life. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Deuce. Something about the sight made your heart tremble with excitement. With a blackened left eye and bits of splattered blood still stained across his face, it excited you. Having him add fire to the once unlit cigarette, taking a drag, and casually asking you to continue your date… That’s right.

Deuce Spade is still a delinquent.

You looked away from him as the smoke pillowed through his nose and into the air. “Where did you get cigarettes? Did you steal them?” You asked, your stomach felt tight and anxious. “I bought them.” He responded with a nonchalant tone. “I didn’t steal. He sold them to me as a favor.” His voice was quiet as your hand shot up to try and steal the cigarette away again. “Stop.” His voice was firm as the two of you locked eyes once more. “Where’s the lighter from?” You asked, refusing to break eye contact with the student in front of you. He hesitated with his response and sighed. “The store we were in.” He stole it. You tried stealing the cigarette from him again, now feeling upset with Deuce stealing so calmly. “Stop it!” He was getting annoyed and now was holding your wrist, but you have two hands. The two of you began a battle of him batting you away as you tried to snatch away his lit cigarette. “Enough.” Deuce grabbed you by the front of your windbreaker and forced your back against the stone wall. His body pinning you next as he stared down at you with dark peacock green eyes. He smelled heavily of tobacco, and yet, you didn’t dislike it. It lit a fire deep inside of the walls of your gut that burned brighter and brighter the longer Deuce kept you pinned. “I’ll put the lighter back.” He whispered, his leg slipping between yours as you were now resting on his thigh. Your heart was starting to race as the warmth of the cigarette but neared your lips, and smoke clouded your face. 

You didn’t want this to excite you as much as it did. You should be angry with Deuce that he stole. You should feel frustrated that he’s smoking. Underaged smoking that could possibly expelle him from Night Raven College. But here you were, fighting the urge to roll your hips against his thigh as he started you down like a plate of his favorite dessert. You were stunned back into reality as Deuce pulled the cigarette from his mouth, his lips now brushing yours as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“Can we go back to our date?” He asked softly, his tongue swiping over your lips as a hand rested against your side. “I can convince you to say yes, if you need that. But I really didn’t come out here for you to be mad at me.” Deuce whispered and you felt your chest grow tight. “C…” You couldn’t even speak as you trembled with excitement and anxiety. “You… The bandaids-”

“That can wait.” Deuce silenced you, his thigh pressed harder as you swallowed a lump forming in your throat. Holy shit, what was he planning to do with you?

“Yes,” Deuce began the question as his teeth tugged at your lower lip, and he crushed the but of his cigarette into the stone beside your face. The taste of tobacco melted on your tongue as he whispered against your lips; “Or no?”

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[demonichikikomori]

I don't know if you watch miraculous ladybug, but I don't know who to gush to about the movie that came out today.

It's on Netflix and I am over the moon about it. It's a musical and it's so good!!!

I'm just afkedjevkzksnsgzosvssisodyxoh!!!!

I USED TO WATCH IT ALL THE TIME WHEN IT FIRST CAME OUT IN FRENCH??? ああああああああああ！... I somehow switched my keyboard to Japanese on accident hahaha. But! I did see trailers for the movie and some scenes that looked super fun so I do want to go watch it super bad. I might have to put on my sea-legs and set sail across the internet to watch it since there are no showings available where I am... If Marinette and Adrian kiss I might piss my pants.

[demonichikikomori]

Ah yes, Cater becomes a photography major when it comes to nudes 😂

Bet Ace doesn't even think about it with all the undeserved confidence of a frat boy

Cater… I want to write him full of anxiety and talking about how his trash icon is LOADED in photos he deemed not good enough. When in reality?? Those are the most toe curling photos ever. Great lighting, clean background, good hand placement. The whole nine. Cater comes off as secretly very insecure and I wanted to expand on that a little. He takes pictures everyday, he’s a pro until MC is involved.

Ace… Has the shittiest garbage fucking nudes on the planet. That or maybe they’re so sleezy it’s kinda hot?? There’s probably an opened back of chips on the bed, a pile of dirty clothes, his hand is in the way. He thinks it’s the greatest thing ever until you send him some very mild critique. Like?????? You sent me a dick pic????? All I see is two roaches having sex by that empty coke bottle on the floor.

He makes me sick. But I’d still hit.

[demonichikikomori]

What in Hell is Bad? is available for pre-register now and I am going to try and get it on my phone and iPad (whatever has more room)

I just got it pre-saved to my phone! I’m so used to using PC emulators that I was stunned to see it on the App Store! Sadly for me and my perverse intentions to grope and stroke… The game is only +17… Damn it… But I’m still excited to play! It’s expected to come out the day after my younger sisters birthday too! May 29th of this year! I’ll be seeing you in hell soon! <3

[demonichikikomori]

Imagine a body swap with Ruggie? And he's just:

OH MY GOD??????????

Ruggie would be very confused at first. And then he's using this new body for... Research. What better way to learn your ins and outs than to practice on his new body?!

You on the other hand are trying to navigate with a tail and ears... Please scold Ruggie for going knuckle deep in one push...

[demonichikikomori]

Fam, I keep coming back to the tongue piercing fics every few days and it makes me want more. Like, I'm drooling over the thoughts (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

The Link to: Tongue Tied or Traumatized?!

I've been wanting to do more and more with a BodyMod!MC or Tattoo!MC or anything similar honestly. I have a lot of piercings and I want to start a tattoo collection this year. And I'm sure the adult audience of Twisted Wonderland may dabble in the art of body mods in some way. Maybe even something as basic as a little cute double ear piercing... I will have to invest more of my time in this. I can think of a few Twst characters who would stick n' poke you, or as they pierce your ear... They distract you with a kiss!

[demonichikikomori]

(Not a request)Just sharing a cute Riddle thought with you because I love you fam! Imagine doing puzzle games with him. like race to finish word searches, playing sudoku on the same screen, tag team Scrabble~

just floofy cute stuff

Oh!! I love you too!!! <3 <3 <3

I love the idea of living with an older Riddle (he has a grandpa personality haha) and he at first was worried you would think his activity choices are lame. He’s 22 and would rather do Sudoku than party.

When you agreed he was over the moon! He made tea and finger sandwiches as the two of you sat on the couch together. Puzzles that only took him ten minutes to finish were extended to thirty. He wanted to compete at your pace! Sometimes he would move too slow and you would end up winning. Sometimes he would stop and just help you with a section you’re struggling on.

Spending his days like this with you…

Are his favorite days of all!~!

Oh, and meeting other couples for game night where you destroy them with smug expressions. Naturally, the two of you are perfect as a team.

[demonichikikomori]

Happy birthday, fam!

Thank you thank you!! I might try to sleep for a bit… But I just spent two hours cleaning my apartment haha. I wanna clean some more but my friend bought me a cake so… I don’t want that to melt hehe… <3

[demonichikikomori]

Take all the time you need, we'll be here for you! 💕💕💕

I’m only worried that if I take a break, I’ll never be back.

I don’t know if I’ve spoken about this before, but I have a tendency to fall within a workaholic lifestyle at my lowest points. Work and finding ways to stay busy are the only things that keep my heart beating and my brain from saying “Shall we depart?” because I stay busy. I have to be busy.

I don’t mind it since I’ve lived this way all my life. But it causes a lot of problems later on including extreme highs and extreme lows. Mental health… A Hikikomori’s enemy. I shut myself away to protect my mental health. But even by doing so, I still struggle immensely.

I know why I’m suffering currently and it’s nothing to trauma dump or sob over to you all. It’ll just sour the mood. I think… The easiest way to describe my downward spiral is probably…

I am excepting change in my life. And it’s painful.

How lame can I be? … I think that if anything happens to me, please,

Everyone pray that I get reborn as a hot guy who’s tall in my next life.

[demonichikikomori]

I need to know what your favorite armor for Link is in the new Tears of the Kingdom game. I think you would like a Frostbite armor or the Charged armor.

Heheheh...

HAHAHAHAHAH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My favorite would be his Barbarian Armor set.

I'm just saying... The body paint??????????? Good lord. There's no way he did that himself. He had to definitely ask for assistance and that's where my inner whore enters the room. Have mercy.

The se- I mean... The intellectual conversations with him dressed this way would be CRAZY!!!!!!!!!! I just think Link is a fine young man.

[demonichikikomori]

Which of the boys would be your worst enabler? It's Idia

It’s Idia…

It really is…

I would encourage myself to leave my room and Idia would text me asking me to join a raid in a game. Then we would VC while practicing idol chants… That ‘glowing’ thing he talks about during the Fairy Gala event with Jamil… Thats technically a real thing but it isn’t called ‘glowing’ hehe. The most that would happen is we would hermit as a unit, sharing the same space but still texting and playing the same game.

I’m not sure if he would allow my smoking habits around him, but, I’m not too much of a shut in to sit outside and smoke if I feel like I need to. Honestly, I’d be super happy to have someone similar to me with these interests. He likes games but I can introduce him to the world of figurines, we recommend manga to one another, binge anime together… Even if it’s all over VC…

The Hikikomori’s Paradise… I’ll shut myself away until I fall in love and leave my room… Idia is my type too… Romantically… I’d…

Yeah I’d let Idia hit.

[demonichikikomori]

Found a song and I want to share it with you. It’s Fictional by Khloe Rose

I listened to it! Ahh... The song made me a lil sad but I really liked it!! It reminds me of how delulu I am/can be over my favorite 2D characters. It's very... Upbeat but melancholy. Like, I'm very content going on pretend dates with a computer program hahah. I've accepted it since kissing real boys might give me cooties! Ruggie Bucchi however...

[demonichikikomori]

Idk why but I'm Soo tempted to make a Savannaclaw second year that's a cheetah who is the biggest ball of anxiety and is on the track team. Maybe he subconsciously gravitates towards Jack to reference how in zoos, cheetahs will be given a dog buddy to grow up with to help them?

Soo tempting

I THINK THAT YOU SHOULD!!!!

I think it would be super cool to see. Jack is the emotional support beastman for said student... He gets an ESA badge to accompany them to all of their classes. Ahhh, I want to see it...

PLEASE MAKE THIS A THING SO I CAN ENJOY IT!!!!