#Tongue in cheek nods to Alice in Wonderland

[synestheticdragon]

ごきげんよう、黒の王様~?

The trailer for Tsukiuta's Rabbits Kingdom Movie is out!!!

For those who don't know, Tsukiuta is the fluffiest, softest found-family anime, with the 12 main characters adopting and supporting each other. (Not what I was expecting from an anime about idol groups) It's set in our world, just with a bit more magic.

The live action stage play adaptations (which is a thing most successful anime get (!)) are life-and-death rip-your-heart-out alternate-world sci-fi, fantasy, and/or isekai with some incredible world building and often ridiculous Japanese comedy sections.

I have never cried harder at any movie, anime, or TV show. In my life.

Rabbits Kingdom is the most popular play, having just got a second run (which I got to see on livestream!!!) and now an anime movie with the original voice actors!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Pletonic yandere king and queen of hearts?

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Platonic Yandere Queen and King of Hearts

“Have some more tea.”

“Uh thank you, your majesty.”

You gave a thankful nod to the servant, biting back the urge to repeat the sentiment. Shifting your attention to the cup of tea, you held your cup to your lips with practiced care. With a tentative glance directed at her, the Queen gave you a nod to which you continued to sip.

“You’ve only had a few crumpets, love. Here have some more.”

The King unceremoniously poured the plate of biscuits onto your tiny platter, smiling as he poured the entirety of the honey bail onto it. You gave him a nod before indulging, careful not to smudge your makeup. 

Things had been truly bizarre since you had fallen into the rabbit hole behind your dear friend. Able to traverse the land together it seemed that for as mad as this world seemed there were set rules. Specifically, one that made your dearest friend be called Alice. It was grating to hear others call your friend a name that was not their own; even worse you were hardly acknowledged. Many would straight-up ignore you or tilt their heads at you and ask your name. It was oddly alienating for this world to encourage your friend to commit to this role claiming a prophecy be fulfilled. And then simply sighing when it came to you, being just as clueless as you.

In a way it gave you the freedom to do as you pleased able to travel all around Wonderland, getting to know those who were capable of acknowledging your existence. Some of which had been those in the Heart’s kingdom. 

“Now that is settled with we can begin talks of this Alice-character. I believe it’d be best if we capture her and behead her as soon as we have them! ”

She waved her own tea cup around, haphazardly spilling her tea all about her. Making you wonder why she spent energy lecturing you at all. Her husband sighed, hands on his round rosy cheeks watching you eat the honey-covered crumpet. 

“Mmmm, that’s nice dear.”

You dabbed at your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth in hopes of clearing any remains of the sticky treat. Wouldn’t want to have any distractions while you fought your point.

“Perhaps there can be another way…a more peaceful option?” 

Focusing on your cup of tea, you looked into the reflection of the organ-shaped teapot. Watching as the queen’s face seemed to scrunch before she turned to you. With her crimson-painted nails, she held your face, turning your head to the left then to the right. 

“Of course not dear, violence is the only option. Now, King, they’re looking a bit gaunt, yes?”

“Of course dear.”

Once again you’re plea was ignored by the two of them who were now conversing intensely about how much more you needed to be eating. After all a proper royal heir was plump and well fed, they couldn’t have others of the court thinking you weren’t being fed properly. Huffing through your nose you dismissed yourself hardly waiting for the Queen’s release before making your way out of the hearts maze. Being sure you were far enough for your angry mumbles and stomping was out of their earshot. So caught up in your huffy exit you nearly ran over the rabbit frantically calling your name.

“Oh! W.B. I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“I-it it is just fine, your majesty.”

“Your majesty, W.B. are you…have you been drinking hatter’s tea.”

“What?! No-well th-this might have s-something to do with just that.” 

He shuffled through his pockets, ears twitching along with his nose. The poor creature was really worked up. With a shaky hand(?) (or foot?) he gave you a scroll, an unstamped document that rolled over your feet when you opened it. You read through the first lines of cursive before double-taking running your thumb over the dried ink. 

“I, the Queen and King of Hearts, hereby declare that whosoever be appointed as the royal heir by their decree must adhere to the following rules and regulations—oh my gosh! I think I’m going to be sick.”

You haphazardly dropped the scroll to the ground, running past the rabbit who fumbled with the policy. The ‘rules and regulations’  that were spoken of told of horrible and gruesome punishments for those that so much as thought of slighting you. Being called ‘majesty’ or ‘young highness’ was one of them. Punishment for the accused was the equivalent of a scorched or ‘beheaded’ tongue, it was appalling to imagine. 

Torn by rage and helplessness you ran–out of the maze past the unpainted roses and idle card soldiers. You couldn’t stand to be here any further from your dearest friend, your dearest Alice while your company plotted to kill them. 

You were done.

Done with the absurdity of this world.

It was time to put a stop to it all. 

As you should’ve from the beginning.

Before they were wooed by Wonderland’s love for Alice.

Before they threatened their safety.

Before the others threatened you.

It was time to go.

Running with abandon you tore through the vegetation, uncaring of the way it stuck to your heart and card-patterned garments. Tearing at the seams of posh confinement you discarded different articles as the tearing branches demanded. Forging on you spied the bushel you had left your dearest compatriot to hide inside. Worry bubbled in your tummy as you noted the crumbs of a soft pastry caking your hands as you kneeled to the ground; forcing your eyes to roam through the blades of grass. 

“There you are!” 

You scooped them up, supporting their small form as you sat on your heels.

“Where on Earth did you find another shrinking cake!?”

They shrugged their shoulders and nervously dragged their foot along your palm as they continued to pout. You had to listen carefully but you could hear them. Fully used to their illogical desire for any available food—starved or full it must be eaten–you scolded them lightly. 

“Look, we don’t have time to fight about this…we have to leave the Queen is determined to have your head. I have a sneaking suspicion she’d not going to care whether your head’s the size of a sugar cube.” 

You patted yourself down, searching for the perfect place to tuck your miniature companion away. Finding the only space was the loose fabric around a makeshift pocket near your chest. With a little protest, your tiny friend climbed in, prepared for the jostling journey ahead. 

“Hey it’ll be okay, by this time tomorrow we’ll finally be away from this horrid place.”

“You’re right this is a horrid place, so far from the castle grounds! Guards! I want this patch of weed burned to the ground!”

You slowly rose to your feet hiding your friend with crossed arms. Dressed in battle wear: a spiny red armor the queen over a tightly fitted dress; the crimson wisps of her makeup were harsher and more violent than before, coupled with the dark eyeliner of a smoky eye. She sat on the back of some tortured creature that seemed to sport a glare at you of its own. skin–a pulsing pink, littered with pus-filled wounds, and stray wisps of hair and feather. 

“Your high–”

“Hush!”

Her red claws nails touched and you sealed your lips. She sent a glare to the ground below her beast only shifting her seat before sending her narrowed gaze. 

“Only an hour in the jungle and you’ve adapted their savage ways? Where are your manners, (Y/n)?!”

“Uhm your maje-”

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN?!”

You could only helplessly flutter your lips at her screaming. Nearly shaking as you fought tears you held your ground. 

“I-I don’t understand what it is you want.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “So you have forgotten. You are still a child; misguided and ill-remembering.”

“What?! Wait hold on–”

“Now listen well child, you are to call me your mother and your father–your father. Do you understand?”

“But you’re not my–”

“GUARDS! Take the child back to the palace, the war that is to come is one I’d prefer you watch with lunch on the side.”

“Wh-agh!” 

Four card guards took your limbs and held you high. Ignoring your wriggling and protests, you nearly forgot about your hidden companion. No doubt clinging to the fabric of your clothes in the midst of your sudden struggle. You stilled only bobbing at the marching pace of the soldiers looking at the twisted perspective of the Queen ordering her troupes to move. She turned to you barely looking over her shoulder as her pointed teeth showed from behind her crimson lips.

“I’ll return when I’ve rid you of the parasite Alice! In the meantime brush up on the rules you silly child. No longer will you deny your right as my young heir. Ta-ta!”

With a wave of her hand and the crack of a whip, she moved with the procession. 

Out to behead your dearest Alice and all of those who stood in her way.

Who was safely tucked within the fabric of your dressings.

[knoepfl]

Down the Rabbit Hole

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter): The eccentric, slightly unhinged villain from the Arkham series. Jervis is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, driven by his twisted interpretation of the story and haunted by his delusions. Despite his darkness, he holds an undeniable fascination and affection for the reader, seeing her as his "Alice."

Reader: Jervis’s "Alice" in his eyes, a woman who’s strong yet gentle enough to navigate his chaotic world. She cares for Jervis, understanding his inner turmoil, and is willing to indulge his fantasy, hoping to bring him a sense of calm in his madness.

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The eerie glow of the dimly lit room cast shadows across the walls, the warped Wonderland paraphernalia twisting into strange shapes that almost seemed to move in the darkness. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself as you stepped further into Jervis’s lair, where clocks and hats adorned nearly every inch of the walls. It was unsettling to most, but you had come to know the man behind the madness—the Jervis who lived in the shadows and felt most at home in his own peculiar Wonderland.

Jervis was waiting, his eyes lighting up with delight the moment he spotted you. His grin stretched wide, but there was a gentleness in his expression reserved only for you. “My dear, my Alice,” he cooed, his voice taking on a honeyed tone. “Oh, how you brighten this dismal place.” His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You managed a small smile, approaching him carefully. “You wanted to see me, Jervis?”

“Yes, yes,” he said quickly, nodding with excitement. He turned, gesturing toward a chair with an elaborate Victorian-style garment bag draped over it. “I… I have something for you. I thought—no, I hoped—you’d wear it… just for me.” He swallowed, his eyes darting back to you with an anxious, almost pleading look.

Walking over to the bag, you reached out, revealing a powder-blue dress with a white apron, a perfect replica of Alice’s dress. A part of you was startled by how much effort he’d put into finding something so accurate, yet it touched you that he cared enough to bring his vision to life with you in mind.

Taking a breath, you nodded. “All right, Jervis. I’ll be your Alice.”

The joy in his eyes was unmistakable as he waited for you to slip away and change. When you returned, the look of adoration on his face was undeniable. “Oh… Alice,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand. “You… you look even more perfect than I imagined.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him a smile that made his heart race. “I’m here, Jervis. Just like you wanted.”

“Indeed, indeed,” he murmured, almost to himself as he led you further into his Wonderland-inspired room, his touch lingering on your arm. He reached into his coat, pulling out a tiny bottle marked Drink Me. “A toast!” he exclaimed, pouring a small amount into two delicate cups. He offered one to you, his gaze intense, like you were the only thing anchoring him in his fantasy.

You raised your cup, sharing a soft chuckle as you took a sip, allowing yourself to be swept up in the odd magic of his world. The drink tasted sweet and slightly floral, the faintest tinge of bitterness lingering on your tongue.

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve finally come down the rabbit hole, my dear. No more looking back.” He brushed his fingers along your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Then let’s stay in Wonderland,” you murmured, placing your hand over his.

Jervis’s eyes sparkled with both awe and reverence, and before you could say another word, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both hesitant and eager. It was as though he feared breaking the spell that bound you together but longed for the closeness he’d been yearning for.

Pulling back, he studied you with a wonder that was almost heartbreaking. “Alice… my Alice,” he murmured, his hand tracing your jawline gently. “Promise me you won’t disappear. That this isn’t just… a dream.”

Looking up at him, you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I’m here, Jervis. I’m not going anywhere.”

That seemed to be all he needed to hear. He pulled you close, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the chaos surrounding him, and in that moment, you were his anchor—the only thing keeping his world from crumbling.

In his Wonderland, surrounded by darkness and dreams, he found solace in you. And as he held you, you found yourself willing to stay, to be his Alice, his tether to reality, and perhaps, his one chance at peace.

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[galaxysupreme17]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Y/n = Your Name

Coven of Chaos x fem!teen!reader

Westview awoke under a blanket of pristine white snow, muting the world into a serene hush. For a town that rarely saw winter storms, seeing rooftops and lawns buried under inches of snow was nothing short of magical. Sixteen-year-old Y/n pressed her face to the frosted window of the living room, her breath fogging the glass as she grinned at the winter wonderland.

“Alice! Rio! Get up! It snowed!” she hollered, her voice reverberating through the cozy house.

The sound of footsteps followed as Alice shuffled into the room, still swaddled in her thick knit blanket. Her sleepy eyes widened as she peered outside. “No way,” she whispered, breaking into a grin. “Holy crap, it actually snowed. We’re definitely going outside.”

Y/n smirked, already rifling through the closet for her snow boots. “I’m on it.”

It wasn’t long before Rio emerged from her room, rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn. “Why the shouting?” she mumbled before catching sight of the snow-covered yard. Her expression shifted instantly. “Oh, wow. We have to go out there.”

Agatha appeared next, her hair slightly mussed, holding a steaming mug of coffee. She leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching the excitement unfold with an amused smile. “You’re all like children seeing snow for the first time.”

“It’s because we are seeing it for the first time—at least here,” Y/n quipped, pulling on her gloves.

Agatha chuckled, taking another sip of her coffee. “Just don’t lose a toe to frostbite. And Rio, no magical cheating during snowball fights.”

“Who, me?” Rio asked innocently, but the glint in her eye made Agatha roll her eyes.

Once everyone was bundled in scarves, coats, and mismatched gloves, Y/n, Alice, and Rio stepped outside, boots crunching against the untouched blanket of snow. The world seemed transformed, the quiet beauty of the snowy town giving everything a storybook feel. Snowflakes continued to drift lazily from the sky, melting on Y/n’s nose and eyelashes.

“This is the best day ever,” Y/n declared, spinning in place to catch the snowflakes on her tongue.

Rio laughed. “Alright, so what’s the plan?”

“Snowmen first,” Y/n decided. “Then a snowball war. And maybe sledding if we can find anything to use as a sled.”

Alice nodded enthusiastically. “I’m on board. But no holding back in the snowball fight.”

They got to work on the snowmen, the powdery snow perfect for molding. Y/n created a tall, regal snow witch with a crooked hat and a wand crafted from twigs. Alice’s snowman leaned precariously to one side, with mismatched button eyes and a carrot nose stuck in at an odd angle. Rio’s snowman, to everyone’s amusement, resembled more of a lump than a person.

“Yours has... character,” Y/n said diplomatically, trying not to laugh.

“It’s a work of abstract art,” Rio replied, brushing snow off her gloves.

Just as they stepped back to admire their handiwork, a snowball whizzed past Y/n’s ear, courtesy of Alice.

“Oh, it’s on,” Y/n said, scooping up a handful of snow and packing it into a ball.

The snowball fight began innocently enough, but Rio’s competitive streak soon took over. With a mischievous grin, she waved her hand, and a dozen perfectly shaped snowballs floated into the air around her.

“Hey! No magic!” Y/n yelled, diving behind a tree as Rio unleashed her frosty arsenal.

“All’s fair in snowball fights!” Rio called, laughing as snowballs zoomed toward Y/n and Alice, who scrambled for cover.

Inside the house, Agatha and Lilia sat by the fireplace, sipping spiked hot cocoa. Agatha smirked as she watched the chaos unfold through the frosted window. “She couldn’t resist, could she?”

“She’s having fun,” Lilia replied, though her lips twitched in amusement.

Their moment of peace didn’t last long. The door burst open, and Y/n stomped inside, cheeks flushed and hair dusted with snow. “Agatha, you’re coming outside. You too, Lilia. Reinforcements are needed.”

“Excuse me?” Agatha asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alice appeared moments later, grabbing Lilia’s arm. “No sitting this one out!”

Reluctantly, Agatha and Lilia joined the fray. Agatha immediately conjured a glowing shield to deflect a snowball aimed at her head. “You’ve declared war,” she said, smirking at Rio.

The battle became legendary. Agatha’s precision with enchanted snowballs made her nearly impossible to hit, while Lilia surprised everyone with her speed, darting through the snowy battlefield like a seasoned warrior. Y/n, Alice, and Rio formed an alliance, attempting to overwhelm the older witches with sheer numbers.

Everyone was thoroughly exhausted when the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the yard in shades of orange and pink. Snowballs littered the ground, and the once-pristine snow was now trampled into a chaotic mess.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Agatha announced, brushing snow off her coat. “You’re all frozen solid. Time to go inside.”

“One more round!” Y/n pleaded, but Agatha gave her a look that immediately ended the debate.

They retreated indoors, shedding their damp outer layers by the door. Agatha lit the fireplace with a snap of her fingers, and Rio passed around mugs of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows.

Wrapped in a blanket, Y/n curled up between Agatha and Rio on the couch. She rested her head on Agatha’s shoulder while Rio draped an arm around her. The warmth of the fire and the sweet richness of the cocoa made everything feel perfect.

“Best snow day ever,” Y/n murmured, her voice sleepy.

Agatha pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It was pretty magical.”

Rio chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “Next time, I’m winning that snowball fight.”

Y/n grinned, her eyes fluttering closed. “We’ll see about that.”

The room was filled with laughter and soft conversation as the fire crackled and snow continued to fall outside. Agatha and Rio shared stories of their past—of magical mishaps and childhood memories—while Y/n listened, her heart full.

When Y/n finally drifted off to sleep, Agatha and Rio exchanged a quiet smile, their love for their unofficial, official daughter unspoken but clear.

“She’s happy,” Rio whispered, pulling the blanket over Y/n.

Agatha nodded. “And so am I.”

The snowstorm might have transformed Westview into a wintry wonderland, but the warmth of family made the day unforgettable.

[tea-biscuits-books]

final girl

stu macher x billy loomis x reader

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word count : 1409

TRIGGER WARNING:

!BLOOD, !GORE, !DEATH, !SWEARING, !DARK

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“shit, shit, shit, shit” you frantically whisper, tears streaming down your face rapidly. The floorboards creak and you pivot on your heel, panic striking you in the chest like a knife. A masked figure tilted his head at you quizzically, studying your frightened expression almost amusedly.

“what’s wrong y/n? Scared?” He taunted, playing with the sharp knife as if it were merely a toy, twirling and spinning it mesmerisingly. You merely scream, yanking a kitchen knife, holding it in front of you in fear-fueled adrenaline. This was not what you had in mind when you agreed to Stu’s Halloween party invitation.

“S-stay back!” you scream, stumbling over your feet. Everything was swimming in your vision, blurred with tears. The killer merely laughed, shaking his head.

“and they said that you were smart y/n.” He clicked his tongue condescendingly, almost basking in your apprehension. Leaning forward, you can hear the smirk in his tone as his cloak sweeps the floor as he studies your trembling body.

“let’s play a game.” You shake your head furiously, backing away into the wall, your face streaked with panic as you hit a dead end. Ghostface strode towards you, his knife teasing you against your neck, tracing the edges of your pulse point.

“PLAY THE GAME OR ELSE I’LL GUT YOU LIKE I DID TO CASEY BECKER!” He roared, his breath hot on your skin through the mask. You shudder again, sobs breaking out from your mouth as you nod again. You go still as a leather glove-covered thumb wipes the salty water off your cheek, bringing his mask up ever so slightly as a pink tongue darts out, ghosting over the tear. You blink in surprise, before his lips curl into a smirk, before disappearing behind the screaming ghost.

“The game’s called Run or Die. You run. If you get caught.” He lets out a psychotic laugh, pulling your body closer to his by the nape of your neck. He’s severely taller than you, and judging by his tight grip on your waist, stronger as well.

“you die.” He purrs into your ear, letting out a maniacal laugh that was underlying with laced venom. He lets you go as you freeze against the stark cold floorboards, rubbing the sore spots on your torso.

“3…2…1.” He counts down before breaking away. You began to run again, your heartbeat and the pounding of your shoes bouncing in your ears. One misplaced step and it was all over. You cry out as you slip, bile rising to your mouth, burning your throat as you realise that you have slipped on a puddle of crimson, metallic-smelling liquid. Organs and different limbs lay mangled in a twisted heap and you realised with a horrific gasp that it was your best friend Tatum. Her blood was cold, and her eyes were wide and unmoving, frozen like that for decades to come. A warped sound came behind you. You swing around quickly, a broken sob escaping your lips, blood splattered on your Mary Janes. Your white lacy-knee-high socks were already coated with the thick substance and when you licked your lips, you almost fainted. Bitter, metal-tasting liquid lay on your tongue. Whose blood? Maybe your deceased best friend, or some other corpse that lay, disturbed around the house. Your h/c was frizzed and knotty, clumps of red speckled in the yellow, your black bow discarded somewhere. You had originally gone as Alice in Wonderland with Tatum as the white rabbit. Now, Tatum’s furry ears were torn and wrecked, her throat to match. Gore was splattered on your tight blue dress, as you hold your breath, knowing it would only anger him more if to run.

“do you like my present?” Ghostface bent down, his finger grazing the rippling surface, covering his pointer finger in the red. He then leant towards your shivering figure, forcing his finger in between your lips.

“swallow!” he shouted at you, and you choked at the intruding digit, forcing yourself to swallow. It seemed to stain your throat as you looked up with tear-stained cheeks and reddened lips. God how pretty you looked, on your knees beneath him. You did crazy things to his brain, and he licked his lips beneath the mask.

“good girl.” He coos, caressing your cheek with such tenderness that you close your eyes, tears burning the lids, at his touch, tracing patterns before the cold metal of the knife replaces his touch. He smirks at your face.

“are you scared doll?” You swallow at the pet name, tears clouding your eyes once more before nodding frantically. He hums in satisfaction, the blade dipping towards your neck again dipping between the joints and carefully, and gently ripping the skin. You jerk in pain before settling down as his gaze lands on you. It is quiet. You can hear his hot breath through the mask, rough and steady. You shiver silently, whimpering and looking down as he tilts his head, studying you. He was going to kill you. You begin to weep pathetically again.

“don’t cry, darling.” He speaks, coming forward and taking off his blood-stained gloves, touching your cheek tenderly. You sniffle.

“p-please. I-if y-you w-want to k-kill me j-just do i-it n-now!” you blubber through the hot tears. You felt pitiful and desperate, crying for mercy at a killer’s blade. You cry out as Randy limps into the room, followed by Stu. You yanked the gun from your pocket that you had stolen from Dewey earlier when you found his body. The masked figure disappeared soundlessly into a dark hallway, hidden from sight.

“P-Please y/n! S-Stu’s the k-killer!” Randy cried out, holding his bleeding side. Stu shot you an incredulous look before crying out.

“For bloody fucks sake it’s Randy!” You looked between the two panic evident in your eyes. Stu caught it, a small smirk curling on his lips before masking it with fear.

“c’mon y/n! It’s me! Stu!” He begged, pouting for dramatic effect. You’re frozen, closing your eyes before shooting blindly. You hear a scream of pain from your right. Haunting and lifeless, loud and sinking its claws into your brain, staining you forever. It’s muffled by a gag, and a body hits the floorboards. You pray to all the gods in the existence of planet earth it is the right one. You open your eyes slowly, and your gaze finds the bloodied body on the floor, motionless and still. Randy. His eyes wide and gasping, his hand going limp on his side as the blood drips over his fingers and gushes onto the wooden planks. You glance to your left and you swear you see a maniacal glint in Stu’s eyes before it is gone.

“y/n/n. Oh my god.” He breathes out, clutching his chest. You trace his fingers and notice red splotches lining his palms and blood it splattered on his boots. You wordlessly point at it. He looks down, surprised before shrugging.

“that’s kinda what you get when everyone around your house is getting murdered.” He says it so nonchalantly that you stifle a gasp. His eyes had reduced from subtle to full-on, and Ghostface stepped out from behind him, but he didn’t flinch. He merely picks up a mask from the corner, holding it up to his face mockingly as you tremble.

“scared y/n?” it’s the same voice from the phone. The remaining Ghostface, slowly but surely takes off his mask too and you scream. It’s Billy. Sweet, loving, caring, kind, funny Billy. Your Billy.

“Surprised?” he seems proud of what he’s accomplished, smirking a cheshire cat grin. You feel like you can’t breathe, and you soon realise why. A veined, ring-clad hand is grasping your neck, blocking your airways.

“y-you” you stutter, tears stinging your eyes as he peers endearingly at you.

“you t-tricked me!” he chuckles, twirling the gun bloodied knife between his fingertips, the familiar action stirring a feeling in your gut.

“we all go a little bit mad sometimes.” He grins wolfishly, ‘booping’ you on the nose manically.

“w-why?! W-why n-not ju-just kill m-me?!” you screech, backing into the wall. Your airways are rapidly closing off your own accord and tears begin to sway your vision.

“oh darling.” Stu chuckles, Billy holding a bit tighter.

“Because you’re our final girl darl.”

And ever so perfectly and hauntingly, your eyes close and your body goes limp, only the remainder of a psychotic chuckle and scream sinking into the abyss with you.

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[puppet-096]

A place that feels like Home

Pairing: Tarrant hightopp x female Reader

Fandom: alice in wonderland 2010 / alice in wonderland 2016

Warnings: smut. NSFW. p in v sex. Unprotected Sex. Reader has a IUD. Loss of virginity (Tarrant is a virgin, Reader is not a virgin). Dom/Sub dynamic. Kissing. Reader will be named "y/n". Multiple Orgasm (Tarrant and y/n both will have 2 Orgasm). Pet names (sweetheart, darling).

Summary: It’s late, and Reader lies alone in the bed she shares with Tarrant. He’s been downstairs for hours, absorbed in crafting a new hat. Worried — and missing him — she decides to check on him and gently convince him to take a break. But what starts as a simple visit soon turns into something far more intense... and far more intimate.

MDNI

This is my first fanfiction. Fanfiction start under the cut

Y/n lies on the bed she shares with Tarrant, she moved in with him a few years ago, she still remember how they met at Mirana's ball. It was Beautiful, and it was definitely love at first sight, and now y/n is in a relationship with Tarrant, 5 years. Y/n snaps out of her thoughts, and looks at the clock on the wall, Tarrant has been working on a hat for hours now. She stands up and goes downstairs, and is being Greeted by Tarrant who sits at his working table. "Hello, darling" he said, looking up to her. "hey, sweetheart" she greeted back. "you have been working quite a lot today. You should take a break" y/n now stands behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, massaging him softly. Tarrant lets out a Sigh of relief. "No, no, I'm okay, I don't need a break" Tarrant trys to convince her. "darling, you need a break, you have been working for hours, it's getting late" y/n whispers in his ear. "you're right, it's really getting late" he finally stands up, and gently takes her hand and goes upstairs to their bedroom, where the light is still on. Y/n sits on the bed, already in her night clothes, as she waits for Tarrant to get in his night clothes. As he undresses himself y/n looks away to give him privacy while he turns his back to her. As y/n hears how he pulls his pajama pants on, she looks at his back. She stands up and hugs him from behind, and Tarrant chuckles softly, then she starts to softly kiss his back that causes to makes his breath hitch. Her lips wander to his neck, and he lets out a shaky breath and he slowly turns around to look at her. Tarrant kisses her, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slid forward to meet his, making him moan softly into her mouth. One of his hands found her hair, the other pressed gently against her back as if he was afraid to hold her too tightly. As they continue to make out, y/n moves even closer to him and feels his hard clothed cock against her upper thigh, and Tarrant pulls away from the kiss. "I'm... I'm sorry darling. This is embarrassing..." he whispers breathless. Y/n just says nothing, she turns him around, and pushes him on the bed. She goes on top of him and straddle his hips, and Tarrant stares up at her with wide eyes. Y/n grinds against his cock, and Tarrant groans softly. "do you... Want to have your first time?", y/n ask him, and Tarrant nods. Then y/n asks "do you want me to be on top?", and Tarrant quietly answers "yes, please". Tarrant’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide but trusting as he looked up at her. Y/N smiled softly, brushing a strand of his hair from his forehead. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered back, leaning down to kiss him again, slower this time, letting him relax under her touch. She began to rock her hips gently, letting him get used to the feeling as he whimpered softly, his hands hovering awkwardly at her thighs before gripping them shyly.“Is this okay?” she asked, pausing to look into his eyes. “Yes,” he breathed, “it’s… it’s perfect.”

She reached down, slipping her hand into the waistband of his pajama pants, gently pulling them completely down, she does the same with his boxers. As she finished undressing him, she looked at his cock, it was a good normal size, and a bit of pre-cum was leaking from the tip. Tarrant’s breath hitched, and his hands flew up to cover his face, his ears flushing pink. “Don’t hide from me, darling,” Y/N cooed, pulling his hands away gently. “You’re doing so well.”

She tugged her own panties down, and she was soaking wet. She quickly pulled her night shirt and bra off. She's aligning herself carefully as she held him, guiding him to her entrance. She could feel how he was shaking beneath her, his breath uneven as he stared up at her, wide-eyed. "don't we need some kind of... Protection?" Tarrant asks shyly. Y/n puts her hand on his cheek, and strokes it gently as she answers, "No, I have a IUD". Tarrant lets out a Sigh of relief. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We’ll go slow.”

As she slowly sank down onto him, Tarrant let out a choked gasp, clutching at her hips as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh—Y/N—”

She paused, letting him adjust, running her hands up his chest and leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re okay, love. Just breathe.”

He nodded, breath shaky, and after a moment, she began to move, slow and careful. His hands slid up to her waist, holding her as if he might float away, his moans soft and sweet in the quiet room. “Y/N… it feels… it feels so good…” he whimpered, his eyes rolling back in pure pleasure. “You’re doing so well, Tarrant,” she praised, moving a bit faster as she leaned down to kiss his lips, letting him feel every bit of her warmth around him. “You’re perfect.”

His hips began to buck up shyly, his body chasing the pleasure with helpless need, and she guided him through it, letting him explore, praising every shaky moan he let out. “Y/N— I— I don’t think I can—” he stuttered, voice high and strained. “It’s okay, love,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “Let go for me.”

With a final, shaky cry of her name, Tarrant came, holding onto her tightly as his body trembled under her. She came seconds after him. She held him through it, rocking him gently, kissing his face softly as he slowly came down. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you too, darling,” she whispered back.

Tarrant was still trembling beneath her as they caught their breath, but as the warmth settled between them, he looked up at her with wide, flushed eyes.

“Darling… would it be alright if I… tried being on top?” he asked softly, his fingers brushing her cheek. Y/N blinked, surprised, but a warm smile spread across her face. “Of course, sweetheart. You can do whatever you want.”

Carefully, Tarrant rolled them over, hovering above her as his wild red/orange hair fell around his face. His eyes were so earnest, so bright, even as they darted nervously over her body. “You have to tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I will,” she promised, stroking his cheek. He swallowed hard, aligning himself, and slowly pushed into her again. This time, he set the pace, slow at first, testing how it felt to move while she lay beneath him, her soft whimpers of pleasure encouraging him. “You’re doing so well, Tarrant,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair as he began to move faster, his breath coming out in shaky moans. His hips stuttered as he tried to thrust deeper, finding a rhythm that made them both gasp, and he let out a soft, desperate sound as he buried his face in her neck. “Y/N… oh, Y/N… it feels so good…” he whimpered, his hands gripping her waist tighter as he moved. “You’re so good, darling, you’re making me feel so good,” she praised, arching into him. He let out a shaky breath, pressing kisses along her jaw, his hips moving with more confidence as the pleasure built between them again, softer this time, but no less intense. His moans getting higher as he feels her squeeze around him. Y/n wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him closer while putting her hands on his back and gently scratching his back. That only sends him closer to his Orgasm. “I love you,” he whispered, as he tilts his head back and let out a groan as they came undone together once more. Tarrant holding her close, his body trembling as he rode out the waves of pleasure. She held him as he collapsed gently against her, running her fingers through his hair as his breathing slowed.

“I love you too, Tarrant. You did so well, my love.”. He smiled shyly against her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone. “Thank you… for letting me try.”

Tarrant goes down from her and lays down beside her. He pulls a blanket over him and y/n, "good night, darling", he says while pulling her close to cuddle. She wraps her arms around his, and buries her head on his chest, "good night, love". They cuddled until they fell asleep

The End

I hope you all liked it, even if it's not very good, I'm also not that good at English. You all can also ask me to make other Fan fictions, but I won't be able to do them often because I don't have so much time. But I will always try my best. Bye

[writing-fanics]

daddy’s little princess | morpheus x f!reader

Hope sat on the throne in the throne room. Her makeshift crone sat crookedly on her head. Holding a plastic wand in her hand and pointing at anyone, that walks by, and shouting.

“Off with their heads!” As if she were the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. “What does her majesty need?” One of the servants ask looking at the four year old.

“I’d like a-I-I want a-a coloring book.” She asked, and the servant smiled and nodded. “Of course.” They said, and went to retrieve a coloring book.

Hope sat on the throne her leggings kicking back and forth in the air. “Hope.” Morpheus said, seeing his daughter on the throne.

“Daddy!” She shouted, getting off the throne and running towards her father.

“What’re you doing little dove?” He asked, as he scooped her up into his arms and she smiled.

“I’m ruling over the Dreaming for you.” She says, and he looked at her letting out a soft chuckle.

“I wanted to help.” She says, and he couldn’t help but smile walking towards his throne and sitting down. His daughter sitting on his lap.

“That’s very sweet of you dove, but I don’t need any help.” He says. Her cheeks puff and she looks down making a pouty face.

“But, I do need your help making something special.” He says, and she looks up at him.

“With what?” She asks.

“Something for your mother. I want to make her something special but I don’t know what.” He says, and she looks at him. Hope sat there on his lap her tongue sticking out of her mouth, as she began to think.

God, it was so adorable when she thought how her tongue would stick out of her mouth. She’s so much like her mother. Then the servant brought the coloring book, and it was as if a lightbulb went off in her little head.

She took the coloring book and began to draw a picture of her family. (Y/n) and Morpheus, as well her mother’s growing belly. “Give her this.” She says, holding it up to her father.

“A picture?” He asks, and she shakes her head, “No daddy, a huge picture.” She says, and he smiles looking down at his daughter.

“You’re so smart my little dove.” He says, as he plants a kiss on the top of his daughters forehead. She giggled, as he stood up from his throne and made their way to make (Y/n)’s gift.

[brendaaaa]

My Girlfriend is Hella Hot! (Eleven x fem!Reader)

You were reading your adorable girlfriend Eleven the story of Alice in Wonderland out loud from a picture book when she said something completely random. “Y/n?” She asked out of nowhere. “Why does Dustin say shit so much? And Max? And everyone. What does it actually mean?”

You had to think about that for a moment. You supposed that she was used to hearing swearing all the time, considering the people she hung out with, including yourself, but you doubted if anyone, even her ex Mike, had ever sat down and explained what cursing was. “Okay,” you set down the book and turned so that you were facing her. “So basically there is this thing called swearing.” She nodded, her eyes big, hanging on to every word that you said. “Some people call it cursing, some call it cussing, or if you want to sound fancy, you can call it using profanity.” “Profanity,” she repeated to herself. “Yep,” you nodded along, “and so what it basically is, is using a group of certain words that are deemed ‘foul’ by society.” “Foul?”

“Bad, inappropriate. And everybody does it at some point. Lots of people will use curse words when something bad happens. Like if you forgot your textbook at home, you might say ‘damn it! I forgot my textbook!’” You snapped your fingers for emphasis. “Damn it,” she repeated. “Yeah. But it doesn’t have to be bad.” “No?” “Nope. Not at all. You can swear to appreciate how good something is. Like I would say, my girlfriend El is ‘hella hot!’” “What does...that mean?” “It means you are really pretty.” She blushed, “you are hella hot too, y/n.” You grinned, “Thanks.” She nodded. “And there’s a lot of different swear words. I’ll bet Hopper says quite a few.” El nodded, “like fuck?” And the innocent expression on her face as she said that was just priceless. You snorted, “Um, yeah yeah. That’s a...more...foul word, and you probably shouldn’t say that around Hopper, even if he says it around you.” The corners of her lips turned up, “okay. What does it mean?” “Well, it’s kind of multipurpose,” you said, and noticing her confused expression, added “like, you can use it for different things. You say it as an expression, like damn it, or to add emphasis, like hella. Or, it means having sex.” “Sex?” Her eyes widened.

”Uh yeah, you know. Hopper told you about that right?” You were blushing like mad, hoping you wouldn’t have to be the one to explain it to your girlfriend. She might get the wrong idea, and be traumatized for life. But to your relief, she blushed and said, “yes. Hopper sweared a lot when we talked about that.” “Swore,” you gently corrected her. “Swore,” she repeated, smiling. “Anyways, so that’s what that means. Any questions?” She nodded. “Is bitchin’ a swear?” You laughed, knowing how much she loved the phrase, “yes. Bitchin’ comes from the word bitch, which is a swear word.” “What does it mean?” “Well, uh, a female dog is called a bitch. And because she’s aggressive and protective of her babies, people started using the term to describe girls who acted like that. It’s kind of derogatory, but,” you shrugged, “Saying bitchin’ isn’t.” “What is-“ Eleven started but you cut off her, “Derogatory?” She nodded. “It’s like, offensive, or bad to say to someone because it’s disrespectful. So if a boy or another girl calls a girl a bitch it isn’t a good thing.” “But bitchin’ is good?” El wanted to confirm. “Yes. That’s like saying hella hot.” Eleven nodded, “y/n, am I a bitch?” “No! Why would you ever think that, El? You are wonderful, not a bitch at all.” “Well, I- I’ve hurt people. And I dumped Mike, and…” she trailed off. “No, no,” you said to her. “Please don’t worry, El. You aren’t a bitch. You only hurt people because you had to, and just because Mike was being a douche and you had to dump his ass doesn’t mean that you’re a bitch. So don’t go around thinking of yourself like one, because I love you so so much.” You froze. You hadn’t meant to say that. It just slipped off your tongue. El smiled shyly, taking your hands in her own.

“Y/n?” She waited for you to make eye contact with her. “I love you too.”

Your heart felt overwhelmingly happy as she put her hands on your face and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. “I think your bitchin,” she grinned and pecked your cheek.

Word Count: 760

[judgedreddthelaw]

Black Female Warlock Guardian x Shiro-4 (18+)

Part 3 A

You- purple

Shrio- orange

Amanda- green

Taking breaths, as you look at Shiro beckoning with your finger to hither your way, you try to sway your figure to give him a little show as you walk to show him you want him to follow. Taking the hint, he follows you into down the stairs towards the Hangar and you get to the corner of where you enter the area, you turn to him kissing his “cheek” and whispering, “Let me check on the progress of my sparrow real quick and you should say hi to Amanda too, after that we can go to my ship.”……… “ Yeah, I like that.” He presses his mouth plate on your lips, he is desperately wishing he had real lips and a tongue at this moment so he could enjoy the feeling of really kissing you, that didn’t matter to you because you still enjoyed it either way, because its Shiro and you love him. As yo two go into the hangar you noticed there was nobody but Amanda and one other person. You guys figured that everyone had time off to enjoy the festivities.“Hey Amanda!”…….. “Hey girl!……………Oh, my god is that Shiro-4?!!!!!……….get over here and give me a hug you asshole!” ………. They hug and your heart warms at the sight because everyone missed him and if he ever thought that nobody cared you could remind him of this day, when other guardians who new him talked to him when we were on the way to the party. After they hug Amanda put a nice but not hard punch into his arm. “Dude why haven’t you called anybody to let us know how you are?”……. “Yeah sorry Amy……things happen and you know scouts honor can’t tell you, if i told you id have to kill ya.” …….. “Ha ha ha very funny, anyways Y/n complains about you constantly.”…….You gasp and make a click noise with your tongue. “(You blush)No I don’t!”……… She gives you a smug look “Do to.”……….. You put your tongue out to her like a little kid would do if they couldn’t win their argument. “So what can I do for you folks, this fine evening?”……. “Just wondering what the status is on my sparrow, plus wanted to say hi.”……… “Well, unfortunately your sparrow is going to take a few days luck for you, you have the next week off, and since you never brought it in for any repairs for about 4 months now?! That’s very dangerous I don’t need to remind you girl.”………. “(You rolled your eyes) It was fine I didn’t think it was a big deal, sorry.”……… “You’re lucky you’re my best bud.”…………you go behind Amanda for a hug on her shoulders and she accepts “Aright now, don’t get all mushy on me.”……….. “Your the best!”…….. “Yeah I know.(winking at you)” …….. “Well, we won’t keep you from working….we will be in my ship if you need me.” Amanda gives you a salute signaling she understands.You and Shiro walk forward until you forgot something, you tell shiro to stay there for a sec, going back to Amanda “Oh, hey if you do swing by could you, you know warn me first?” She looks at you her eyes start to go wide and forming in what’s looks like a shit eating grin on her face and her cheeks blushing at the indication you gave her. “Don’t give me “THE face”.”………… “Whaaaaaaat face?”………she smiles at like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland…. “THAT face!” Wiggling her brow at you, “Oh don’t worry about my face, it’s your face you gotta worry about when he(she is making humping motions with her hips)pounding that ass.” You look at her in horror and madly blushing like a red plastic party cup. “Stop that…… (you shush her)….He’ll hear you stop that!”(you laugh) Giving her a fake mad look because you thought of telling her that wasn’t going to happen but it totally was. “It was nice seeing you again shiro!!!!”shouting back at him ……….. “You too!”…….…… Completely embarrassed you look at her somewhat sternly. “Just let me know.”……. “Don’t worry girl I won’t interrupt I am curious though don’t leave any details out.”

You smile at her patting her shoulder “Okay, perv.” She chuckles at you as you turn back walking to Shiro. “All good?” You nod your head and intertwining your hands, you lead him in the direction of your ship. You had Rose messaged him 3 weeks ago you traded your “Bird of Peace” in for a “Ossified Skycarver”. He whistles at the sight of the ship “Wow, it looks awesome and it’s big, it’s the Skycarver you messaged me about recently yeah?.”………. “Yeah there it is.”……….You are staring at it in awe and still impressed by this ship and you’ve had it for 3 weeks now. Shiro interrupted your train of thought with him going behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist pushing his slightly chilled mouth plate into your neck that gives you a chill in your bones, but feels nice since it’s him. You hum into the embrace enjoying yourself. He whispered in your ear “I want you to only think of me tonight, no thinking about anyone not even that guy Erin.”…….. “You mean Eric?” You look up at his face and he moves his plates to your lips again. “I wasn’t thinking about anyone since you…..(you reach behind you running your hand down palming his package)…..basically dry humped against me on the dance floor in front of everyone.”…………he speaks into your neck again………“Babe, I guarantee nobody was paying attention.”

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty-one

i'm casting a spell on you

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The winds have begun to get colder and today, people who were planning to go outside were advised to put at least an extra layer of clothing or two. Apparently, the snow will begin to lightly fall anytime this month; however, Atsumu felt the exact opposite– he was boiling in the searing anger jealousy he was feeling as he watched you and that spiky-haired boy get cozier with each other from across the room, giggling together like teenagers while you added some finishing touches on the props you were both so “focused” on. He never took notice of it before, but for some reason, Iwaizumi Hajime really gets on his nerves every time he sees him, especially when with you; but he’ll never admit that to anyone, of course, not to a single soul, not even to Osamu (he can already picture the smug face of his twin brother, all while saying: “Serves you right, you egoistic little shit!”)

He thought of stomping his way towards you, but all his plans remain in vain because once again, the director of the play is calling them for yet another round of rehearsals. The play will commence the day after tomorrow and they really couldn’t afford to waste time. “As much as possible, let us fix what has to be fixed, improve what has to be improved; because in less than two days, there will be no room for those things,” said Miyu, the head as she pushed them towards the stage, where some of the backdrop had already been set up. He grimly follows the other actors, unaware of Yui’s presence as she followed each and every bit of his movement (and trail of vision) before rolling her eyes, “So, it’s you, huh, YN?”

On the other side of the room, Hajime stared at you and listened as you asked – more like rambled to – him for what felt like the hundredth time today, “So basically, you remember every single thing that happen in your life except those that are connected to your ex-soulmate… ex-soulmate sounds so weird, gosh…” Unlike with Tooru though, he can’t bring himself to snap at you no matter how repetitive you get. If he were being honest, he finds you a bit too adorable for your own good (not that he’ll tell you that because he’d rather die than be seen as creepy by you). So, he opts to simply watching you babble like a child; it’s more bearable than having to see you cry over that pissed-haired lad who can’t lower his pride for you (personally, he feels a little odd that he remembers who’s your soulmate instead of his). Silence engulfed you two as the actors and actresses began their rehearsals, letting the emotions flow out of them as they spoke their lines.

Miya Atsumu was a wonder to your eyes, enchanting you with magic you would’ve never imagined to feel as he caught your eyes, holding his stare as if to say: “I’m casting a spell on you, you won’t be able to get rid of me now.” It was as if acting was second nature to him and for the umpteenth time in your life, you found yourself going down a rabbit hole deeper than what Alice in Wonderland went to as your heart throbbed, feelings all over the place; pain, anxiety, love and all other things you can think of, it’s all for him– always for him.

“How pathetic,” you whisper to yourself, wiping the tears that persistently flowed down your cheeks. Why, why, why… why can’t I just unlove you? Your mind screamed as all the other crew members gave their applause, signifying that they have finished their practice and soon, you can see him making his way towards your direction, gaze fixated right where you and Hajime were standing, confusion and worry swimming in the pool of his eyes as he watched you cry for a reason he has no idea of.

He was almost there, less than one feet from you but fate decided to play with your heart once more as Yui appeared out of nowhere, linking her arms with Atsumu’s, who in turn looked at her in surprise, obviously not expecting a sudden display of affection from the girl, “Atsumu-kun, let’s eat lunch together!” She exclaims, barely giving you and your companion a glance (although Hajime could’ve sworn, he saw her give you a very deathly glare. What a strange woman, he thinks).

“W-wait… I need to talk to YN…” the blonde tries to reason but like persistent person she was, pulled him to the opposite direction, whining about how she was “so hungry” all of a sudden. Why, why, why… why can’t you just choose me?  And as fast as they came, they went away. How is it that every single time Atsumu walks away from you, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest too? Like he’s just taking it and leaving you with nothing?

“Well, that was interesting,” Hajime comments before turning to you, gasping when he saw your form; trembling and clutching a piece of the skirt you chose to wear in hopes of getting noticed by Atsumu, the waterworks flowing from your eyes once again. Aahh, it’s just hurts so damn much I feel like dying, you thought, just when will this sto–

A sudden warmth engulfed your whole body as Hajime hugged you, “You wouldn’t want anyone to see you cry, would you?” You nodded, burying yourself deeper in his arms, hoping that the pain goes away… But it never does, not before, not today, not ever; and just like that, you hate yourself for never telling Atsumu the truth because it seems like you were a bit too late now.

In the middle of the cafeteria sat Atsumu and Yui, who merely poked her food with the spoon she was holding, eyes looking up at her companion (even accompanied with the bat of her obviously fake eyelashes) who seems to be too preoccupied of waiting for you to appear in the area. She clicked her tongue in annoyance at his indifference towards her, before calling the blonde with that sickening sweet voice everybody just seemed to fall for.

“Atsumu-kun~” She calls out, even having the audacity to prolong the last syllables. She remains unheard though, much to her dismay; she rolls her eyes and tries for a few more times but all were in vain.

She clenches her fist that was beneath the table, “Atsumu! Are you freaking listening to me?”

Alas! The boy finally looks at her with uninterested eyes, mind obviously still flying in the air, “W-what?” he replies absentmindedly. She scoffs at his pathetic state; if anyone were to look at their way right now, it would look as if she was forcing Atsumu to sit with her – like it was torture to be with her right now.

“You’re making me feel really bad about myself right now, Atsumu-kun,” she whined and pouted, smirking mentally when Atsumu seemed to finally wake up to his senses and give her an apology, “are you sure you don’t like YN more than me? Cause I feel like you’d rather be with her right now.”

“No! Uhm… it’s just that we’re not in good terms right now and she’s my best friend; but I like you Yui… I really, really do,” he claims while staring straight into her eyes, ignorant of the evil that was behind them.

“Then prove it, Atsumu…” I don’t care about your attachment with that silly girl, “show me that you really like me.”

“What? How?” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, unable to think of ways to confirm to Yui that he, indeed, is interested in her. Hasn’t he been showing it with his words and sweetness since the day they met? How could she still doubt him? The said girl only smiled, eyes glinting with nothing but malice and wickedness: Miya Atsumu. I’m casting a spell on you; you can’t get rid of me now.

“Your best friend is a Moíra, isn’t she? Ask her to cut your thread so we can become soulmates.”

marga's notes. istG i tried to make yui a good girl but the plot line said no sksks so here's me trying to make you hate her instead >:)

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[the-fiction-witch]

Raise your voice P2

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING SMUT

I stood over the hot burner watching the flames attack the bottom of the pot and the bubbles it caused rising in the water. I went over to the little dining table looking as Thomas sat there shirt unbuttoned focusing intently on his work and his maths, 

"Where's yours?" He asks as he spotted me looking I smiled going over to the bookshelf picking up my copy of alice in wonderland from the shelf flicking through the pages till I found my brown envelope handing it to him and putting my book back, "you didn't get one today?" He asks and I shake my head returning my focus to the water boiling on the stove "he can't keep doing that" he says "bastard. I see him tomorrow I'll punch his bloody lights out" 

I smiled to myself, I know he wouldn't, he never would, he couldn't we'd be in the poor house before a punch landed I went and found the soap and the cloths setting them up on the sink putting a lid on the pot 

"Rents done. I'll pop that in the post box tomorrow morning." He says getting up from the table hiding the packets away his in the bottom of his cigarette box and mine in my book "you know what that means?" He cheered coming over, leaning his hand on the sink to see my face. I smiled and slightly jumped, making an invisible sandwich and taking a bite. "Yep, shopping time," he laughs, kissing my head. "Are you alright y/n? From today and all?"

I shrugged 

"I'm sorry. I don't wanna make you think about it. I know he… brings back bad memories for you, If you want. We can go looking for another job tomorrow?"

I shook my head and patted his hand checking in the water it was almost ready so I went to the bed and began undoing any parts of my dress that remained leaving me in only my underdress and underclothes I went over and pushed him away to the bed too "alright I'm going, I'm going" he laughs going and getting undressed too but I did my best not to look I took the pot and poured the hot steamy water Into the sink with the soap at times pouring it directly into the soap bar to from bubbles in the water as I did I felt Thomas wrap his arms around my waist, pressing his half naked body against my own and kiss my cheek nuzzling his face into my shoulder "y/n? When can we get married?' he asks 

I smiled and shrugged waiting a moment for the water to cool 

"I know I call you my wife and all but… I want us to get married. Properly married." He says 

I didn't know quiet what to say or how I would convay it but I moved his hand to my stomach he strokes my skin with his thumb and kisses my head 

"That can be arranged my darling" he cooed whispering it in my ear pulling me tighter to him but I picked up his wash cloth and handed it too him "you spoil all my fun' he smirked taking the cloth and putting some space between us as he dunked the cloth in the water making sure to get a rub of soap before starting to wash up his arms I took my own and began scrubbing getting dead skin and dirt off me making soapy bubbles run across my skin both of us having to share the little water we had it turning a odd grey colour till we where all done so I let the plug out and went to the bed and climbed in getting comfortable, Thomas climbed in too laying down in his back so I smiled and laid on his chest tracing my fingers around his stomach as we got cosy in our cold little house "hey! That tickles you cheeky girl" he complained moving my hand from where I was slightly tickling him he moved his hand to play with my hair and the other to my own drawing circles and hearts on the top of my hand "did you… want to try tonight?" He whispered I looked up to him a little confused "did you Wanna try tonight y/n?" He asks moving the hand that was playing with my hair down to caress my stomach and hip "would you like that?" He asks kissing my head "we don't have to. If you don't want to tonight" 

Honestly I wasn't sure, I wanted to, but at the same time I didn't. I thought about it tracing the lines of his skin and I nodded the more I thought about it the more it made me want to giggle and blush and rub my thighs together, I wanted to. 

"You want to?" He cooes peppering my hair with kisses and I nod "okay, did you… Wanna be ontop tonight? I know you like that sometimes when your bad?" He asks but I shuffled and laid on my bag "oooh. No? Okay." He smirked crawling ontop of me and kissing my lips gently at first but getting slowly more and more passionate his hand running from my neck down my chest, between my breasts, down my stomach gently tickling my tummy till he reached the spot that was starting to ache, starting to yearn for his touch he rubbed around the spot a moment smirking into the kiss before his two fingers index and middle slipped inside me making me gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in my mouth too turning our kisses into something more moving his fingers slowly until the whole area was screaming for him and he pulled back "did you… want me to kiss you?" He asks already struggling for breath I gave him a funny look unsure why he asked considering we where doing it and the only reason we weren't any longer was because he pulled back he smirked a little blush rising to his cheeks a little "down there" he whispered moving his fingers I blushed unsure how to answer slightly using the covers to hide my face "yes?" He asks so I nodded "okay" he winked taking his hand away licking his fingers clean before moving to the end of the bed wrapping his hands around my thighs and pressing gentle kisses to all the places that yearned for his attention, I bit the covers wrapping a leg around him so I could rub my heel up and down his spine he got progressively faster and faster more attentive and more passionate till he pulled back taking shirt sharp breaths as he sat up and stared down at me "can I?" He asks gently pressing his hard erection against me I nodded he blew me a kiss before moving me in little gentle ways before he slowly pushed himself inside me, I smiled hiding my face the deeper be went the more I could feel him streching me out "uuuuhhhhh uughhh!" He gasped as I reached his base he stopped as soon as he was completely inside he pulled the covers away so he could see my face fixing some hair for me out my eye his hand slipping down till it met my chest drawing a little heart above my own I smiled blushing a little moving my hand up his arm and drawing a heart over his own bringing a smile to his lips "umm, I love you. My sweet little girly" he smiled giving my cheek a kiss "is this okay?" he asks putting his hands on the headboard so I nodded, he nods back and gently began to move "uuhh! Ooh yeah. Uuummm you feel so good" he groans head thrown back already he stayed gentle but got faster biting hard on his lip his eyes closed lost in his own world getting faster and faster "uuuuhhhhh uughhh! Y/n! Y/n! Princess!" He groaned the bed creaking with his every movement, the bed banging against the wall, the springs poking me a little but I could ignore it all for the feeling he was giving me my hands on his stomach as he moved faster and faster sweat starting to form across his skin "y/n! Y/n! Uughhh uuuuhhhhh!" He moans "please" he whines looking down at me slightly pleading, I giggled and began moving to clench around him each time he moved to be inside and in return he rubbed in my most sensitive spot "uughhh! Yes! Yes! Princess! Y/n! Y/n!" He moaned before collapsing on me kissing my lips harshly as his hips moved and spilled his seed inside me he pulled away gasping as he struggled for breath "sorry I uhhh… I was gonna pull out" he blushed before he pulled out and laid on his side of the bed slowly breathing I smiled and sat up in bed having some water he got his box from the table and lit up a ciggertte which only made me glare at him as I sipped my drink "it's my first one today" he argued I took his hand looking at his nails "fine. Second luke let me bum one at work" he sighed taking his hand back I went over and nuzzled on his shoulder resting my hand on his chest "my breathing is fine y/n. I've always been like this"

I glared at him

"Don't give me that look" he laughs "it's true"

I glared more 

"Alright," he sighed putting it out in his ashtray "happy?" He asks and I nodded nuzzling even closer "good. It was amazing my darling. Was it… good for you too?" He asks stroking my thigh 

I nodded but he saw thought it 

"You did… didn't you?" He asks glancing at my area 

I nodded 

"You little lady are a bad liar." He says "don't you Wanna cum tonight?" He asks drawing little circles on my thigh 

I shook my head 

"Okay. If that's not what you want. But as soon as you do tell me okay" he smiled and I glared at him "you know what I mean," he laughs "indicate to me in some way that would want it" 

I just shrug 

"It's fine. Unusual understand you just fine" he laughs cuddling me "I've been around you along time y/n. I know what your saying without you having to speak a word" he says giving my lips a kiss "come on. Bed time" he cooes so I nodded laying down and getting cosy with him as he blew out the candle and got cosy with me too.

[justthehiddleswrites]

Late to the Party | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary:  Reader is running late for Tom's big event and Tom is mad about it. He will make sure the reader is punished for her behavior before the night is through.

Warnings: Smut,  Spanking, dom!Tom, Vaginal Sex, Aftercare, Possessive Tom, Light BDSM, Punishment

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“Shit!” you hissed under your breath as you slammed the door behind you. You rushed to the bathroom, throwing your clothes off. You would clean up later. You were late. Very late. The kind of late the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland spoke about.

Two months into your relationship with Tom, and this was the first big event together. Tom imparted upon you not to be late. And now you were due at his house in ten minutes and you were just stepping into the shower.  “Fuck!” you snapped as you stepped out of the car and saw Tom standing at his door waiting for you thirty minutes later.

Tom looked at his watch, exchanging scowls between you and the time. He placed a terse kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your elbow with a sharp yank.

“Ow.” you exclaimed as he led you to the car. Tom pushed into the seat and slammed the door shut before walking to take his place at the steering wheel.

He started the car and took off in complete silence. You waited until Tom got well into the drive before clearing your throat and looking over at Tom. His hands gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles turned pale.

“Thirty minutes.” he said in a cool even tone.

“I can…” you stuttered. His cold tone unrecognizable to you. Tom showed only affection before.

“Thirty minutes!” Tom shouted, his face turning red. “How can you possibly explain thirty minutes?!”

You stared at the floor for a moment. “I lost track of time when I met with a friend. I didn’t mean to be late.”

“You LOST TRACK!” he bellowed as his nostrils flared. “You knew how important today is for me and how important being on time and there is nothing you can say to make that right.”

Tears pricked your eyes. The car came to a stop and Tom jerked his door open. He stomped around the car and pulled your door open. He leaned in to help you out of the car.

“I will deal with you later tonight.” he sneered through gritted teeth, “Let’s get through the rest of tonight first.”

You gulped as Tom pulled you from your seat and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you tight against his side. The two of you climbed the stairs to the building. A young man at the top of the stairs paced the doorway. His eyes lit up as Tom came into sight.

“Mr. Hiddleston!” he started as he shook Tom’s hand. “We have been waiting for you.”

Tom shot a glare in your direction. “Sorry about that. I was unavoidably detained.”

Your cheeks heated.

“They told me to take you backstage as soon as you arrived.” the man continued, “If your date continues inside, my colleague will get her seated.”

Tom gave a small nod of the head to the man and release you from his vise-like grip.

You hustled inside as the young man ushered Tom down a hallway. Another young man led you to a large ballroom set up like an auditorium. He led you to a seat towards the front. As you sat down, the lights dimmed in the room.

A man walked up to the podium. “Thank you all for your patience. Please allow me to introduce our guest of honor, Tom Hiddleston!”

Tom walked onto the stage to thunderous applause. He threw you a small wink as he stood behind the microphone.

“Thank you all for waiting on me tonight.” the audience clapped. “I assure you, the people responsible for my tardiness will be punished.”

The audience laughed while Tom shot you a knowing face and you furrowed your brow at Tom’s comment. What did he mean punished? you wondered as Tom continued on.

You tried to concentrate on Tom’s speech but your mind continued to drift to Tom’s comment, and you squirmed in your seat but you stopped when Tom caught your eye and narrowed his glance at you.

Before long, Tom wrapped up, and the audience applauded. He headed off stage and the young man who ushered you to your seat pointed you towards the reception area.

As you made your way to the bar, you scanned the room for Tom but there was no sign. You sidled up to the bar and placed an order for a glass of wine. An arm snaked around your waist as the bartender handed you the glass.

“I would suggest something stronger.” Tom whispered in your ear.

You giggled as you turned your head to peer at him.

“What did you have in mind?” you giggled.

Tom’s smile dropped and his eyes darkened for a moment. “Punishment, darling. You made me late.”

Your mouth opened to respond when someone came up to speak to Tom. As quickly as his face darkened, a smile splashed across his face.

The entire evening, Tom kept you close to his side. His hands gripped your waist as though you might escape with hands migrating every so often to splay across your butt cheek. His nails dug into the flesh, enough to sting but not leave a mark.

By the time the two of you left the event, you felt both aroused by Tom’s public displays of affection and anxious by his comments. The ride back to Tom’s home seemed awkward as tension hung in the air. Once you pulled up to the house, you didn’t wait for Tom to open your door.

“Sorry again, honey. I guess I will call it a night.” you called to Tom as you headed to your car.

“Where do you think you are going?” Tom snapped as he slammed the door shut and stomped towards you.

Your brows furrowed in contemplation, wracking your brain for something you forgot. Tom stared you down as he approached you.

“Wait! I remember!” you squealed as you pulled up onto your toes to kiss him on his lips. Tom pressed into you as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

“Call you tomorrow?” you asked pulling away. Tom nodded.

You turned and headed towards your car but Tom held tight onto your wrist.

“We’re not done here, darling. Get inside.” Tom jerked you towards his house.

“Why?” you stuttered.

Tom leaned in behind you, grabbing handfuls of your ass. “Because your ass is going to be seven shades of red after that little stunt tonight.” he hissed into your ear.

“What!?” you shrieked. Tom glanced around to see if anyone heard you and dragged you into the house. The door slammed behind him and he flicked the lock shut.

“Get upstairs. Take off the dress, leave the underwear. Sit on the bed.” he demanded.

You scrambled up the stairs as his tone left no room for negotiation. You stripped as soon as passed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, hands fiddling at your side. After several minutes, Tom came through the door. He looked at you through narrow eyes.

“So, pet…” Tom popped the “p” in the word. “You have been awfully naughty tonight. Making me late for an important event.” He tsked his tongue as he pulled suit jacket off, hanging it up in the closet. “Whatever am I to do with you?”

You watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt. With precision, he rolled up each sleeve exposing his toned forearms; you bit your lip to suppress the moan building in your throat. Tom looked at you with expectation.

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

Tom’s words jolted you back to reality. “Um… punish me?” you ended the sentence on an up note.

Tom smirked. “That’s right, love. And how do we punish naughty girls?” He moved to sit in an armchair nestled in the corner, his legs splayed as always.

He rubbed his hands together and beckoned you to sit with him. You rose and walked over in timid steps, uncertain of what will happen next. Your senses on high alert. Tom patted his thigh, and you sat down, more hovering on his leg. Tom’s warm hand rubbed up and down your back, sending shocks of electricity through you. He leaned in and placed soft kisses on your cheek, lips and neck. You let a deep sigh out and your shoulders relaxed. Tom smiled at you and then in a flash, spun you around in his lap and before you realized what happened, you laid across Tom’s thighs, ass on display.

“Now for your spanking…” Tom quipped as his hands rubbed your ass through your underwear, warming the skin.

“What!” you attempted to squirm out of his grip but he held you tight.

“Stop squirming and take your punishment or you will force me to tie you down.” You settled down. “Now… for a first offense, how many strikes? Twenty?” You laid there in silence, too scared to say anything. “I think ten should be sufficient. Do you agree?” You nodded. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Tom chuckled as he pushed his sleeves up further. “That’s my girl, now count out each strike, my love.” With no further warning, Tom’s hand cracked against your right cheek.

“One.” you whimpered as the pain radiated through your body.

Another crack to the other side. “Two.”

CRACK! The third strike hitting your lower ass where it meets your thigh. By this time, the assault brought your arousal alive. “Three.” you groaned.

Tom smiled at the change in your voice. His hand hit in a swift motion.

“Four.”

The next four strikes came in rapid succession, with barely enough time for you count each strike. Your ass burned like fire at this point. Tears streamed down your face from both pain and pleasure and you gushed between your legs. You opened and closed your legs against Tom’s thigh, desperate to find relief and friction.

“Almost done, darling.” Tom chuckled at the sight of you. He could see the skin reddening under your thin panties and the wet spot grew larger by the second. He licked his lips and shifted in his seat, his own arousal growing uncomfortable.

You fell limp against his legs, unable to resist the onslaught. Tom ripped your underwear down to your knees and you gasped. Your red skin shone in the room’s light and Tom groaned at the sight.

CRACK! “Nine.” you whimpered, your voice hoarse.

“Your ass is exquisite in red, darling.” Tom commented. You looked at the ground, unable to see the twinkle in Tom’s eye.

The last swat hit directly upon your glistening sex and toppled you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure. You forgot to count, but Tom let it slide. Tom held your body firm against his legs as you came down from your orgasm. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up placing you on your back on the bed. Your backside burned, but you didn’t care.

“Darling, look at the mess you made.” Tom gestured to the wet spot on his trouser. He undid them and pulled both his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. His cock erect and leaking pre-cum. Tom took himself into his hand and pumped a few times.

“Fuck!” you panted at the sight of him.

Tom winked. “As you wish.”

Tom crawled onto the bed and propped himself above you. You winced at the pressure of your backside with Tom’s weight, so Tom flipped you so he lied on the bed and you straddled him. He teased the tip against your folds.

“Tom… please.” you begged as you lined yourself up. Tom held you up for a moment, a bruising grip against your hips. In a single thrust, he sheathed himself within you.

“Gods! You are perfection!” Tom groaned as your arousal and warmth surrounded him. He bucked his hips into you, spurring you to rock on his cock.

“Nhnnmhmm.” you moaned as a second orgasm stirred inside you. Tom continued to thrust deep into you, pressing against your g-spot each time.

“That’s it darling, let go. Cum for me.” Tom pleaded, his fingers snaking down to tease your clit. You gasped at the added stimulation.

After a few moments, you orgasmed again. “God… Tom… Fuck!” you exclaimed as you clenched around Tom.

“Y/N!” Tom cried as he released his release, thrusting one final time into you. You collapsed onto Tom’s chest. He slid his hands up and down your back. When his hands ventured onto your ass, you winced.

“Sore, love?” Tom asked, his eyes filled with concern.

You nodded.

“How does a nice bath sound?” he kissed your forehead as he slipped out of you and rolled you off of him. He stood and walked to the bathroom, starting the water in the tub.

You groaned as you rolled onto your side, unable to lift your head or move your arms. The pain from your backside started to radiate into your legs. Tom was not gentle with his punishment. You felt his strong arms lift from the bed and carry you into the tub. The warm water soothed your aching flesh.

“How’s my good girl?” Tom asked as he wet a washcloth.

“Good.” you gave a wink.

Tom gave a devilish grin. “Good to know.”

[voltage-vixen]

A Wonderland of Pleasure (NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder (Voltage)

Pairing: Rhion Hatter x MC (Female) This fic was for one of my contest winners, @promisefairy ! I hope this lives up to your expectations and that you enjoy! You were so sweet to chat with, and a huge thank you for joining my giveaway contest as well! 💖

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Beads of water trickled down onto MC’s mane, slowly dribbling down her body while she sighed in the shower. Time had seemed to halt and she was at a standstill lingering as seconds passed into minutes since she was impatiently waiting for her lover Rhion to return from the penthouse. Her facial features were clouded in the shape of a pout because this morning was the morning that her and Rhion were supposed to have spent the hours in bed together-that is until Eisuke sent Baba and Ota into their shared quarters to summon the Mad Hatter when he had turned off his phone to woo his Alice and had failed to be reached. A faint crimson flushed her cheeks at the memory of the compromising position the two bidders had found them in.

Water splashed onto the walls of the shower as MC shook her head to erase that distasteful vision from earlier out of her mind. Thanks to the interruption of the auction managers, their alone time had to be postponed. That didn’t stop her from suffering in the misery of her pented up horniness though in the meantime. Biting her lip, MC was about to reach down to touch herself for some sort of relief to tide her over when she heard a surprising banging coming from the entryway of their home.

Rhion’s back!

“Darling? MC, I’ve returned,” Rhion’s honeyed voiced rang pleasantly.

The door to the bathroom flew open and his clothing was discarded onto the floor almost in tune to the blink of MC’s eye. He sauntered on into the shower, and instantly encircled her into his embrace. She relaxed into him, sighing at the rapid attack of his lips lightly grazing the smoothness of her skin.  

“Shall we finish where we left off this morning, my dear Alice?” he purred, playfully nipping at her earlobe. “I can tell by the way your eyes are begging me you’ve been waiting for me. Such a good girl you’ve been. Tell me, has my good girl already started the party without me?”

Her cheeks bloomed at his implication. Surely, he couldn’t possess a mind reading power now, could he? The innocence of MC’s reaction and the non-denial was enough of a confirmation for Rhion to assume his presumption was correct. A beautiful imagery of MC playing herself flashed in his mind, and the formed erection he was sporting had grown harder at the mere dirty thought.  

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Rhion whispered breathily, his hot breath blowing a reassurance into her ear. “But admit it. Admit that you want me. Tell me that my Wonderland is the only you will ever seek.”

Tilting his head, Rhion angled to try and kiss MC. However, since she was still feeling a tad bit annoyed that her man left her all alone this morning, an impromptu decision was made-it was her turn to take charge and rile him up for once. Denying his lips by burrowing her head in the nape of his neck, MC’s tongue flickered the sensitive spot on his neck, while her hands traced the cut muscles of Rhion’s abdomen, descending further south to reach the incredible heat of his arousal. A carnal groan pursed through the crease of Rhion’s lips as the slender fingers curled around the thick of heat that was pressing against her own thigh.

“You’re right,” MC huffed, sinking down onto her knees. “Your Wonderland is the only I’ll ever crave. Now allow me to lose myself in our own little version of reality.”

Glancing up to lock herself onto Rhion’s gaze, MC’s mouth encompassed the hardness of his length. He groaned out in a pure delight when the warmth he had long grown accustomed to, aligned in the sync of her seasoned movements, was pushing him beyond the brink of coherence. His angular fingers entangled around the locks of her damp hair, while the palm of his other pressed against the slippery shower wall to brace himself.  

MC took her time as she slowly ran her tongue up and down his erection. Each caress delivered a sweet tantalizing blissful jolting a burst of lust that tingled his every nerve. It felt good-more like great, but it simply was no longer enough. In a frenzied craving to join their bodies in a different matter, MC yelped when Rhion suddenly reached down to lift her up and planted her back against the wall.  

“You win this time, MC,” Rhion conceded, no longer caring about his initial agenda to toy with her.  “Let’s immerse ourselves in the high Wonderland has to offer together.”

MC enthusiastically nodded in anticipation, and mewled when Rhion’s fingernails dug into the contours of her curves. She willingly surrendered one of her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. With a swift jerk forward, MC moaned as his heavenly affection intruded upon her in the best of ways. Each thrust Rhion delivered founded stars in her eyes. The way Rhion’s hips snapped in attention to indulge in each of her sensuous whelms was launching her closer into a dreamy euphoric state.    

 “Go harder, Rhion,” MC demanded with a whimper, pleadingly blinking at him for more.

“My girl is a greedy one,” Rhion smirked. “And if I go any harder, I might break you. Are you sure you can handle that possibility?” His tone was no longer teasing but forbidding. Rhion’s warning was legitimate. For he was genuinely concerned that he would past the point of being able to stop if he did resume at the pace MC longed for.

“I can handle it,” MC begged, fervently rocking herself to match the pace of his thrusts. “Please, I can handle it! Now hurry up because I want you to break me!”

MC had no idea just how much her yearning fanned the flames of Rhion’s inner desires. A savage awakened within him and that savage wanted nothing more than to ravage MC. An arch of his eyebrows was enough of a cue for MC to jump up into his arms and entrapped his waist close to her body with her legs. Rhion uttered an animalistic growl when she lowered herself down onto the proof of his passion. This new position permitted Rhion to penetrate her deeper. He buried into MC, each stroke of his immersing the two into their very own rapture world of wonder.

She bounced in rhythm to match his movements, arching her head back when Rhion’s mouth brushed along the smoothness her swaying breasts. His tongue gently caressed at the mound of flesh, paying special mind to the sensitive bud of her nipple while he claimed one of MC’s breasts in his mouth. Each whimper that escaped MC elicited Rhion to want to hark in more of those harmonious sounds. Turning the consideration of his lips to MC’s neck to leave a trail of his marks, Rhion’s fingers inched until they connected with the swell that educed a cry of pleasure from the woman he loved ever so.

The exquisite way Rhion stimulated her body soon proved to be too much for MC, sending pleasureful eruptions throughout her body as her walls finally resigned their final flutter. MC’s body sank into Rhion’s. He reached to turn the spigot on the shower off, while MC heavily panted in his arms. After a few seconds, she regained her breath and cupped his chin to draw him closer.

“I’m not nearly finished yet. I want to stay lost in Wonderland with you….perhaps for even indefinitely,” MC breathed, tracing the lines of Rhion’s lips with her thumb.

She had no idea what she was babbling about at this point, but fortunately Rhion didn’t seem to mind much. Throwing open the door of the shower, Rhion squeezed MC closer to him when she shivered from the cool air in the room grazing her skin and proceeded to take her to their bed. Placing her down on the mattress, Rhion stole a glance at the beautiful sight of her lying bare before him.

If his Alice was a drug, he would ride the waves of any high if it went they could escape away into their own Wonderland for the rest of their days.

[connordavidscamera]

Wonder | Connor Brashier

A/n: obviously this is based off Wonder because it’s so good and I couldn’t not write something for it. 

Summary: You and Connor are at the launch party for Wonder and Connor has a surprise for you (established relationship)

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.8k

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“I didn’t know they had launch parties for songs. I thought it was just for albums,” I say as I slide into my shoes.

“Well, it’s not an actual launch party, per se. It’s really just Shawn getting the team together for the release. It’s casual.”

“I know, I actually get to wear pants to this party,” I joke. 

Connor rolls his eyes. “Yes you do.” But then his eyes are raking me up and down and he bites his lip. “And damn, do you look good in them.”

“Hey, eyes up here, mister.” I say, reaching forward to lift his chin so his pretty eyes are on my face.

He smirks, “Okay, but what’s it gonna take for you to let me get you out of these for a quickie before we leave?”

I shake my head, “Nope. You’ve already had me three times today. You can wait until we get back.”

He pouts, “No I can’t. I’m needy and you’re hot.”

I laugh, “Flattery will get you everywhere, but not right now. We’re already running late.”

“It’s Shawn, he won’t care.”

“No, but you know your girlfriend is one for punctuality.”

He rolls his eyes, “Annoyingly so, yes.”

I gasp and hit his arm playfully, “You used to think it was cute!”

“Yeah, before it meant I couldn’t have my way with you before a party.”

I scoff and roll my eyes, “If you’re a good boy maybe I’ll let you have me while we’re at the party. How’s that sound?”

He perks up at the idea, eyes glimmering with a child like sparkle. “Really?”

How could I say no when he looks at me like that? “Yes, baby. But we have to go now before traffic hits.”

He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “After you, my love.”

“You’re gonna stare at my ass while I walk out, aren’t you?” I pull away from him with an amused smile.

He just shrugs, “I might.”

I pinch his cheek, “Well then I’ll put a little more pep in my step to give you a show.”

He groans, throwing his head back, “You’ll be the death of me, you know that, right?”

I hum and turn to walk out of our bedroom, his eyes following me as I go. 

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“Another drink, my love?” Connor asks when he sees my empty cup in my hands.

“You trying to get me drunk, Brashier?” I tease, looking up at him. 

“Oh yes. That’s exactly it.”

I nod, “Nothing too strong, please?”

“You got it. Kiss?” he puckers his lips and I lean up to meet his lips but scrunch up my face. “You taste like whiskey.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, love. I’ll be right back.”

I nod and turn back to Shawn and Brian who are attempting to play beer pong against Sylvie and Justin. Brian isn’t very good, but he’s drank a lot more than Shawn has, so his aim is a little off. 

“Bri, you’re supposed to make it in the cup,” Sylvie taunts. 

“Shut up,” he grumbles, and sticks his tongue out a little as he squints at the cups on the opposite side of the table. And when it makes it in he’s more excited than I’ve ever seen him before. “Fuck yes! Yes! You’re supposed to make it in the cup,” he mocks. 

“Why is he screaming?” Connor asks when he returns with my drink.

“He made it in.”

“About time,” he checks the time on his watch. “Speaking of time. Shawn, you have to get on the premier. You have ten minutes.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Thanks, Brash.” he pats Brian’s back and goes, “You’re on your own, Craigen. Good luck.”

“Where’s Anna?” he asks, looking around the room. “Y/n, where’s Anna. She’s good at this game.”

 “I think she went to get a drink.”

“Anna!” he yells. “Come be my partner for beer pong!” When she doesn’t answer immediately he groans. “Anna!”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Craigen. I heard you the first time.”

“Be my partner,” he pouts. 

“Yeah, whatever.”

I look back at my boy who is already looking at me. “Shouldn’t you be with Shawn? Sober him up a bit?”

He shakes his head. “No, he’s okay. Wanna be with my girl.”

I nod and turn in his arms to face him fully. “You know, you still haven’t told me much about this song.”

“I know. It’s a surprise.”

“But why?”

“You’ll see when it premieres.”

I pout. “But I wanna know now.”

“Nope, you’ll have to wait and see.”

I groan. “Why won’t you tell me? What? Are you in the video? Is my baby in front of the camera instead of behind it this time?”

He chuckles, “No. I’m not in the video.”

I huff. “Tell me!!!”

He shakes his head with a bright smile. “No, my love. You’ll see it,” he checks his watch again “Thirty-five minutes.”

“Tease,” I grumble.

“Says the one who told me we could have a quickie in the bathroom and has yet to follow through.”

“Well I said that would happen if you were a good boy. But you’re not telling me things so,” I shrug. “Guess no quickie.”

He growls in my ear and I’m almost reconsidering my answer. Almost.  

“Fine,” he mutters, “I’m gonna set up the TV for the premiere. You okay here?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna watch Brian lose another round.”

Brian gasps and turns to face me. “You too?!” His face morphs into what almost looks like true betrayal, but I still can’t fight the laugh that escapes.

“Guys, three minute warning! Get your drunk asses out here and settle in,” Sylvie calls from the living room. 

“Anna sit with me,” Brian begs as Anna and I make our way to the room. 

“I was gonna sit with y/n, but-”

“She’s gonna sit with Connor. Please?” He asks again, making puppy dog eyes at her. I roll my eyes and push her into him. 

“Oh just sit with him. He’ll never shut up if you don’t.”

“Ah,” Connor says when he spots me. “There’s my love.” He holds a hand out for me. “I saved you a seat.” He smirks, patting his lap. 

I shake my head and fall into him, not in the mood to tease him now. “My favorite seat,” I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder.

As everyone settles in, I play with Connor’s fingers, spin his ring a few times before taking it off of him and sliding it on my thumb. I half expect him to take it back when he lifts my hand. But he brings my thumb to his lips and kisses it over the ring before lacing our fingers and bringing them back down to my lap. “I love you,” he whispers into my hair.

“I love you,” I whisper back.

“Okay,” Shawn says, coming into the room. “Are you guys ready?” he asks excitedly, plopping himself down on the floor, his back against the armrest of the chair Connor and I are sitting in.

Connor squeezed my thigh. “Are you ready for the surprise?” He asks me.

I nod excitedly. “I’m very excited.”

“It’s starting,” Sylvie says for the few stragglers that were making their way into the room. 

I’m already hooked by the countdown. It’s very Alice and Wonderland-esque, with the swirling clock. By the time the opening harmonies come in I’m leaning forward to squeeze Shawn’s shoulder. “You sound good, Rockstar,” I whisper. 

By the middle of the song, I’m nodding and humming along to the song. But when Shawn gets to the last chorus I look back at Connor. “Wait, bubba, what’s the surprise?”

“It’s coming. Wait until the end.”

I furrow my brows and turn my attention back to the screen. Shawn’s just finished the chorus and is on his knees on the cliff as the camera gets closer to him. And the screen cuts to black.

Directed by Matty Peacock

And then another two seconds later:

Written by

Shawn Mendes

Matty Peacock

Connor Brashier

I gasp and look at my boy who is already smiling at me. “You wrote this!”

He chuckles, “Well only some of it.”

“That doesn’t matter. You wrote it!”

“So, good surprise?” 

I scoff and wrap my arms around him. “The best surprise. I am so fucking proud of you.”

He kisses the underside of my jaw and rubs my back, “Thank you, my love. Couldn’t do it without you.”

“Well,” Shawn asks, standing up. “What did you guys think?”

I pull away from Connor and look up at Shawn. “It was amazing! Probably your best song yet. You literally just keep getting better.”

He glares at me, “Your opinion doesn’t count. You’re biased because your boyfriend helped write it.”

I shrug, “That’s true, yes. But you’ve seen my boyfriend? I clearly have taste, so I would know. And this is your best song to date.”

Connor laughs into my shoulder and pinches my side, “y/n, come on.”

“Why are you getting embarrassed? This is phenomenal and I am so proud of you. Both of you,” I say.

---

Nearly two hours later, I won’t let Connor stop playing the song. But so we’re not annoying the rest of the group, he plays it for me on his phone - the music video though, because I want to see his name at the end. Doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it still fills me with so much pride and joy for the beautiful man in my arms right now. He and I are swaying drunkenly to the song on the balcony outside. It’s just us two and it’s perfect, it’s euphoric. 

“Been dreaming that you feel it, too. I wonder what it’s like to be loved by you,” he mumbles into my hair as he spins us slowly and I look up at him with a bright smile.

“What?” He asks, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Why are you so smiley?”

I hum and push up on my toes just the slightest bit to press my lips to his in a soft kiss. “You don’t have to wonder,” I say when I pull away.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t have to wonder what it’s like. To be loved by me?”

I watch as his face morphs into something that I can’t quite place. 

“What?” 

“I adore you. Like I truly, desperately adore you.” He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me, this time with a little more passion than the one I just gave him. “I’m so lucky,” he hums, using his thumb to pull my bottom lip a little, just for it to pop back in place. 

I shake my head, “I’m lucky. Luckiest girl in the entire world.”

“If you’re the luckiest woman, let me be the luckiest man in the world,” He whispers, tracing his thumb down the column of my neck.  

I nod, “Okay. We can both be lucky to know what it’s like to be loved by one another.”

“Yeah, we never have to wonder.”

***

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Suprises🪴☕

Pairing: JoshxReader

Warnings: none

Thank you @satingrass-maidensfair for motivating me lol ❤

You picked a piece of lint off your shirt and looked around the cafe. The weather was a perfect sixty three degrees, sunlight streaming through the windows. The smell of coffee was swirling in the air, heightning all your senses. A Norah Jones song was playing in the background ( well, you knew it was hers because you only listened to her stuff every day) mingling with the noises of the steam baffle. Josh texted you a few days ago, while you were making dinner, the notification making you jump and burn your hand on the pot you were holding:

“I had a really great time today Y/N🙃. What do you say to coffee on Sunday? ☕We could go for a walk after, the weather’s supposed to be nice?”-

you grinned as you read the text. You met him at a mutual friends party two weeks prior, the two of you  hitting it off when you both reached for the last shot of Fireball on the kitchen counter- “You were first”- he smiled, making a gesture with his slender hand. “Oh n-no ”-you looked up meeting his, what seemed to you like the pair of the prettiest, honey-colored eyes. He had curly hair and dimples in both  his cheeks and was wearing some type of striped shirt with a high collar and tan pants. And what you found absolutely adorable - white Keds paired with white socks. The look look made you, in all honesty, melt. He ended up splitting the, already small, amount of liquor in half and measuring it in a comically precise manner, with his tongue poking out slightly- “Gotta make it even, right?”.

You decided right then and there that you wouldn’t... and probably could never forget him. Clinking your glasses you downed the (tiny amount) of alcohol. From leaning against the tabletop you somehow made your way to the couch, you sitting on the cushion and him on the arm, leaning over from time to you and touching your shoulder. It wasn't the.. gross way guys usually touched your shoulder. It was like he wanted to share a secret with you and with you only. In a very sweet manner. In that short time you decided his smile was your favorite thing about him. Second was the way he used his hands when speaking. You were trying to think of the third when you felt someones hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey”- he squeezed  gently- “How are you? I’m not late am i ?”-he sat down, slightly out of breath, setting a brown paper bag besides him.

“No, no. I just got here early, actually. What’s in the bag?”- you nodded towards it.

“Oh that?”- he grinned.

“Yes, that”

He smiled at you- "So, remember how you told me last week that you collect plants, too?”

“..Yes? why?”- you blinked. Where was he going with this?

“And remember how you told me you’ve been looking everywhere for an Alocasia?”- Josh put the paper bag on his knees, gingerly taking, yes, an Alocasia out. You audibly gasped.

“You didn’t!”- a huge grin broke out on his face. Clearly pleased with himself, he handed you the plant over the table and rubbed his hands on his knees.

“Josh! This is- I can’t- belive you remembered”- you laughed. He gave you an incredulous look:

“Of course I remembered”- you saw him blush slightly but still trying to keep it cool by looking at the menu but still eyeing you over it.

“Josh, honestly, this is so sweet”

“It’s nothing. I did get myself a plant too, actually”- he pulled out his phone and angled the screen towards you.

“ A fiddle leaf fig!”- you remembered him talking about it.

“Yep, got a nice pot for it and all. It’ll look nice in the kitchen”, he shrugged. You knew you had a silly smile plastered on your face but you literally couldn't help it.

“How was your week ?”- you asked, turning over the menu. You were feeling like having green tea. And carrot cake..yes, definitely carrot cake.

“Oh, fine. The kids were rehersing for Alice in Wonderland. You should see them, I’m telling you, the costumes are amazing”- you enjoying seeing his face light up when talking about work. Only to him it wasn’t work. It was so much more than that. You nodded, biting your lip.

“What? what did I say?”-he paused, blinking.

“Nothing. You’re adorable”- you blurted out- “Im sorry but I- just had to say it”

“Oh. I”M adorable? You should of seen your face when I took the plant out of the bag. Now that was adorable”- he folded his arms over his chest- “ Are you ready to order?”- you nodded- “Green tea and a carrot cake, please”

“Green tea and a carrot cake”-he mumbled and nodded to himself ,heading off towards the counter.

Five seconds later you heard his phone buzz on the tiny table in front of you.

The screen was right there. 

Very visible. Very.. “adorable plant girl?”- you squinted at it. You... were adorable?  From Jake: “How’s the date with the ‘adorable plant girl’ 🪴?”- was what it said exactly. The emoji also caught you off guard. The words swirled in your brain. He though you-

“Ok, one carrot cake and a  green tea for you”- Josh suddenly appeared on your side, balancing two plates and two steaming mugs on a tray- “and a coffee cake and matcha for me”. You quickly dove into your cake, just to have something to do. 

“Somebody’s hungry”- he chuckled, taking a generious bite of his own.

“Yeah- well I was craving something sweet today”- you swallowed audibly. Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice. The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes (or what to you seemed like eternity), but all you could think about was the text. Was it snooping if the phone was right there? You we’re so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice how you’ve been staring at the phone all this time. Josh noticed this and cleared his throat. “Everthing ok?”. You looked up. Well crap.

“Um yeah. Yeah. Why?”

“Well you’re eyeing my phone like an X-Ray machine, so”- he smirked.

“I just got lost in my thoughts-” you swirled a hand in the air.

A minute or so later he picked up his phone and you saw his face flush in the corner of your eye. Inhaling, he said-” You didn’t happen to see-”

“I’m sorry, it was, like, right there”- you simultaneously blurted. This time it was your turn to flush. He put his fork down abruptly. Suddenly you didn’t hear all the noises around you. 

“Can I be totally honest with you?”- he shifted in his seat- “I..I like you. A lot”

“I like you too, Josh. A lot”

“Ok... so we're on the same page”- he chuckled and looked down, making you notice his prominent cupids bow, just now.

“So, “adorable plant girl, huh?”- you nudged his foot under the table with your own.

“Well, you’re pretty damn adorable, I’d say”

“Well..Vice versa”.  After finishing your meal, he walked you to your apartment, the sun gradually setting  in the distance. A butterly lazily circled around your heads, making a smile appear on his face. You realized that this is what you cherished the most- the smallest things having the ability to make him happy. It was that easy. You felt his hand gently clasp your own, his thumb rubbing circles on yours. 

“So, plant girl, coffee tomorrow?”

[how-masterful]

Diamond In The Rough

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: There's a reason you've been so drawn to the stars. There's a reason the Master took such interest in you. There's also a reason he brought you here on this specific planet, in this specific spot, on this specific night: Only he won't tell you just yet. Because that would spoil the surprise.

Notes: a VERY happy birthday to the one and only @plethora-of-imagines! My partner in crime, consultant in all things masterful, kneecap thief and reason I started this whole page! Have a fabulous birthday queen- this one is most definitely dedicated to you. I hope it lives up to the hype! ❤👑🥳

The universe was a very, very big place. This was a fact that you didn't need to travel with a time travelling alien to realize was undoubtedly true. 

Learning about the universe on earth was... Limited. To say the least. Life beyond the stars was locked in the box of hypothetical conversation, pressed between the pages of countless philosophy and astrology books and stuffed into the midnight musings of "is there really life out there in the universe?" 

For years that question plagued you, hung in your mind like a veil over the fading black spots of your draining day to day. Others would blame their extra terrestrial musings on too many drug trips in the 60's or college, some on late night conspiracy youtube binges. But you blamed yours on simple curiosity- 'if there truly was life out there, why haven't we met it yet?'

But as you grew older, that youthful wonder and curiosity in the universe became something of a fascination. You checked your horoscope every morning, held countless books on the subject- you’d even acquired an old telescope from a family friend. The lady you’d acquired it from said her father loved staring up at the stars every night, made it a part of his routine .You never understood why she looked so sad when she said it, but you soon came to understand the connection people had with the stars.

Or, better yet, the people who travelled among them.

People like the man who currently held your hand in his own.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Master, you are NOT responsible for Roswell!"

"Really? Who are you going to believe, darling? Your 1000 year old alien husband, or a middle aged redneck blogger?"

You let out a small snorting laugh, the man beside you smiling fondly as you sighed and shook your head. You squoze your conjoined hands, allowing your head to rest back on the purple tartan blanket with a dreamy sigh.

The pair of you were on a hill, a large open plane of thick grass, lay on a blanket beneath an ocean of swirling stars. The TARDIS sat parked in the distance, the familiar shack you called home glowing with the fairy lights you'd insisted on hanging around the roof of the veranda. You'd both abandoned your shoes and socks, a picnic basket and empty plates sat to the side, a half empty bottle of wine and two glasses still standing. Your lipstick still freshly sat along the brim.

The Master had prepared the feast for you both, the basket full of fruits and delicacies from planets far and wide. You couldn't help but moan at the tastes and aromas that encapsulated your senses, the flavors causing beautiful chaos upon your tongue. You supposed beautiful chaos was the Masters speciality. You'd sat in his lap and opened wide as you allowed yourself to be pliantly fed, the guttural groan that escaped the masters lips as you licked the crumbs from his fingertips causing your whole body to tremble with delight. But now the pair of you lay side by side, the Masters coat abandoned and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as you both gazed up at the dazzling dark sky.

"I'm telling you doll, never dare a drunk alien prankster- They'll neck down a bottle and start a whole subgenre of conspiracy theories in a single afternoon."

The Master took a strawberry from the hole at his side, taking a bite and discarding the top as you continued to shake your head. He let out a disappointed sigh- but there was no bite behind the gesture.

"Don't tell me you believe the redneck."

You shrugged innocently, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smirk.

"I must admit I'm more inclined to, Master. That tinfoil hat makes them hard to resist."

The time lord let out a proud laugh, eyes scrunching shut as you allowed your attention to stray from the sky. You admired the playful scrunch of his nose, the small lines that formed besides his eyes and in the curve of his cheeks when he smiled. His lips would always part, exposing his teeth. You supposed his usual laugh acted as a snarl, a threatening gesture to all opposition that he took joy in causing such pain. But here, under the starlight, there was no malice behind his grin. This was simple, unstoppable happiness that held an innocence that was rare to the Master. Or at least, rare to the universe. It was a sight you knew happily too well.

"You still haven't explained, Master." You finally spoke, eyes soft as the timelord's head turned in your direction.

"It's simple, pet. There's this race from quadrant nine, all of them three feet tall and neon green-"

You lightly rolled your eyes and smiled.

"I don't mean Roswell, I mean tonight. But expect many more questions about that to follow."

The Master smirked teasingly, hair lightly falling just beside his eye.

"Noted- I'll be sure to dig out the photo album."

"Why here?"

The Masters smirk morphed into a light dusting of confusion. A scrunched brow, one eye slightly more squinted than the other.

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, why tonight? You said we had to be on this planet, on this exact night, this exact year."

Realisation soon spread across his face. He nodded lightly, lips pursed as he looked up in thought.

“What are you planning in that mischievous head of yours?”

The Master smiled, allowing himself to lay flat on his back once more. He pulled his hand from your own, allowing you to nestle into his side as he took hold of your other hand. Your rings clashed together with a gentle click of metal, the diamond shining bright in the white glow of the moon. You smiled, head softly resting upon the timelord's chest as his other hand rested upon his stomach, his hearts rhythmically thumping under your temple like thunder. He tilted his head to look down at you, brushing a stray hair from your face.

"The universe is... complicated, love. It's like, its like that book you were reading a couple days ago. God, what was the name? It began with an A-"

"Alice's adventures in wonderland?"

The time lord nodded, booping the end of your nose tenderly with his finger.

"That's the one. It's like Wonderland. And the time vortex is the rabbit hole. It's so easy to get lost, to fall deep within its walls and find yourself confused and discombobulated on the other end.”

You couldn't hold back your smirking laughter. The Master rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice your childish reaction to his choice of words.

“But when you do find your way it's… strange. Unusual. Every planet and constellation and dynasty a new nook and cranny for you to explore. Wolds upon worlds of crooked doorways and spiral tunnels and rooms full of doors that lead you right back to where you started.”

You hummed in thought. You supposed the universe was like Wonderland, in a sense- your life turning upside down the moment you followed the Time Lord into his TARDIS and down the rabbit hole. You snorted internally at the thought of the Master being somewhat of a white rabbit. He already had the pension for time down pat, and arguably his beard and messy hair acted somewhat as a fur coat. You wouldn't dare say it to his face, but judging by his unimpressed expression he’d already heard you.

“But then, once you’ve already reached the precipice of curiosity, you meet the people around you. Whole races and subspecies of people that exist in the same space and time and universe as you but are all so, so different. Some of them are bloody boring, like the Shushans. What's so impressive about having your mouth on the bottom of your foot? And don’t even get me started on the Yomno, i mean- how can your whole race tell the future from spitting on a grain of rice yet all be so god damn dull-”

“Master, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Getting annoyed at other races for being your version of boring.”

The timelord sighed, causing you to giggle. You gently nestled closer to his side, the Masters other hand reaching up to tenderly cup your jaw.

“But then, once in a lifetime, you find something truly unexplored. Like a disappearing cat, or a dodo that died long ago but refused to acknowledge its own extinction, or a girl that fell down the rabbit hole and into the hands of a certainly very mad man. A rarity among the rubble of the basic and mundane. I believe you humans refer to it as a diamond in the rough. The time lords were once like that.”

You let your gaze meet his, confusion dancing across your face.

“Diamonds in the rough?”

“No, they were the rough. I was the diamond.”

“Master!”

You playfully smacked him across the chest, causing him to chuckle deviously.

“As I was saying, before I was so lovingly interrupted, sometimes you find something beautiful. But also curious, a mystery that even the most uninterested man would be desperate to pry their nails into and figure out how they worked. What made them tick. What made them happy. What made them desperate..."

The Master's thumb trailed over your bottom lip, his own lips parted as you let out a trembling breath. His lips curved into a soft smile, watching you lightly squirm under his touch. He pulled his face in closer.

"Humans are simultaneously the shining diamonds and the disgusting scum of the universe. Civilisations have grown in their honour and crumbled at their hands but none of them, not one single human, ever have or ever will compare to you. You're the breathing equivalent of lightning in a bottle, a single drop of rain upon a field desperate for salvation from a drought. A blessing. A gift. My diamond in the rough of a universe that does not deserve a single part of her. I don't deserve you. But here you are.``

His thumb gently caught the tear that threatened to fall down your cheek. You reached up to cup his cheek, the timelord nestling into the palm of your hand. Your noses bumped together at the sudden proximity, and you could feel your heart racing like a steam train in your chest.

"But here I am." You smiled through your tears, a choked laugh emerging from your throat, your thumb softly caressing the apple of his cheek. You could feel his hot breath against your own, his eyes heavy with lust and adoration.

"With the man whom I love more than anything else in the universe, who's shown me things I could never have imagined and treated me like a goddess when compared to him? I'm positively minuscule."

The Master let out a huff, his breath caught in the back of his throat as your lips ghosted over his own.

"Don't you dare think you're anything less than the universe" He whispered, gaze fixated on your lips as your foreheads softly touched.

"Oh yeah? And what if I do?" You returned, your bottom lip brushing against the Master's own, tongue teasing at the time lord's top lip as he growled lowly, voice rough and restrained.

"i'll rearrange the stars themselves piece by piece until you understand just how pathetic it is in comparison."

The distance between your lips was essentially non existent.

"Prove it, Master. Please."

And prove it he did. 

The Masters lips attacked your own with a desperate hunger, your eyes fluttering shut as the force sent you rocking backwards. You kept a tight grip on his face, keeping yourself steady as you pushed your lips back against his own. you'd be damned if the kiss were one sided.

His tongue slid in with ease, the hot taste of his tongue causing you to moan desperately against his mouth. The moan was reciprocated in earnest by the Master, his thumb gently pulling on your chin to allow his mouth further access to your own. You parted further, desperate to please, the sweet taste of your lips sending the time lord deeper into a spiral of lust.

You never knew how much you treasured the taste of his lips until the threat of their absence drew near, your own tongue forcing your way into his mouth like an anchor of perseverance. You took hold of both sides of his face, foreheads together as you hummed against his lips, causing him to crumble under your fingers with a chesty growl of dominance. He was hot fire, a delicious flame of lust licking and burning the inside of your mouth, and eventually the need for air forced your mouths apart.

The pair of you panted, breath escaping both parties as his arms wound tight around your shoulders, pulling you close. You gathered your breath as you nuzzled closer to the Masters side, lips red and glossy as you let your forehead rest upon his temple.

"That… Wow. I think you proved it."

"Did you ever doubt I would?"

You could hear the smirk in his tone, your eyes still fluttered shut as you came down from the high. You could still taste his mouth, the ghost of the strawberries still lingering on his tongue.

"I dunno Master… Still not seeing a tinfoil hat."

The eye roll was practically audible. The gasp certainly was.

"It's time, quick love, look."

You allowed your eyes to open, your gaze fixating on the stars above as they swirled in circular formation. Your mouth gaped open in shock as the pair of you sat up and looked to the sky.

"What are they doing?" You asked in wonderment, the Masters grip on you tightening.

"The whole reason we came here tonight. The once in a lifetime moment. Those drawings of the stars, the shapes they make. This is where they come from."

It was practically magic. Any other person would say it was witchcraft.

"Diamonds in the rough" you whispered, and the Master nodded triumphantly.

The stars swirled in ribbons of white, the dark black of the sky melting around them as the pin pricks in the black began to pulsate and grow with rapid speed. The stars began to link, intricate lines seared into the fabric of the sky like thread as the tiny stars began to merge and form into outlines of figures and shapes. A bear, a woman holding a sword, a pegasus with wings. Vast shapes of all sizes began to move and shift and form. Your eyes sparkled with wonder as the stars shone like diamonds.

It was too much to believe. Until they started to move.

Suddenly, the pegasus bucked up it's hind legs and began galloping across the sky. The woman drew her sword and charged, the scorpion's tale whipping in challenge. The bear plodded across the inky black, back pressed against the rams horns as it scratched itself as if upon a tree. All around you, hundreds of thousands of creatures moved and ran and flew across the darkness, the distant echoes of their commotion floating through the atmosphere.

A pair of lips softly pressed against your temple, trailing a line of kisses down until they ghosted over the shell of your ear.

"What do you think, darling?"

The Master whispered, breath hot on your ear and making you shiver.

"Its… Master its… Thank you. Thank you so much."

The tears from before had returned as the dazzling stars reflected in the sheen of your eyes, as the time lord beside you hummed in appreciation.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." The Master softly whispered, a tender kiss pressed to your cheek. 

In an instant you return to facing him, your lips pressed together once more, stars a distant priority beyond the pull of your husband's lips.

The constellations above returned to their original position, the pulsating giants of the sky suddenly bursting like fireworks in the night. The stardust began to fall atop your heads like something out of a fairy tale, like raining pixie dust as the stars returned to their pin prick size, now shimmering like the lights around the TARDIS veranda. 

But the pair of you were too busy for pixie dust. You didn't need the universe, or the stars, or magic at all.

You were already, well and truly, living happily ever after.