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staticintone · 2 months

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This has been a long time coming, but here is my "Nonspecific/Non-writing RAM playlist". As in, lots of random songs that don't necessarily fit my Alastor, the vibes, or I feel like they only fit some particular situations. Warning: the list is long for absolutely no good reason.

Bubblegum, love, or overall pop-y songs that absolutely do not fit the vibes (or are almost crack) but are funny or awful in context:

Unconditionally [Katy Perry]—Alastor to Vox. Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) [Ne-Yo]—Alastor to Vox. Walls [Natalie Taylor]—Alastor to Vox. Part of Your World (Reprise) [Jodi Benson]—Vox to Alastor. Irreplaceable [Beyoncé]—Multiverse song that the Voxs probably assume Alastor would sing about them. The Phantom of the Opera [Andrew Lloyd Webber]—Come on, I had to, for Vox and Alastor. Lost in the Woods [Jonathan Groff]—Vox to Alastor, or even vice versa if you're like me and think Alastor is the most. Infinity [Jaymes Young]—This is just Alastor's love song in general, but a lot more twisted in context. FRIENDS [Marshmello, Anne-Marie]—Not my Alastor, but the canon RAM Alastor to Vox. One Last Time [Ariana Grande]—Not a perfect one to one, but Valentino to Vox potentially. Oops...I Did It Again [Britney Spears]—Alastor playing around with Vox's feelings knowing the directive will set in and prevent him from doing anything about it. Slipping [Neil Patrick Harris]—Multiverse Alastor shenanigans. Welcome to My Life [Simple Plan]—Vito to the other Voxs getting RAM'd in the multiverse. We Don't Talk About Bruno [Encanto - Cast]—Multiverse Alastors talking about RAM Alastor. Isabella is Alex in particular. The Best Day Ever [Spongebob Squarepants]—Niffty. Chasing Cars [Snow Patrol]—Vox and Alastor. Horny Angry Tango [Rachel Bloom, Scott Michael Foster]—The fight between Alastor and Vox. GUY.exe [Superfruit]—Alastor, especially in the multiverse. You're My Best Friend (And I Know I'm Not Yours) [Pete Gardner]—Niffty to Vox probably. Confrontation [Jekyll & Hyde]—Main and RAM Alastor, but Jekyll is RAM and Main is Hyde. Those Magic Changes [Sha Na Na]—Vox in the tower during those seven years. Skin [Sabrina Carpenter]—Alastor in the multiverse to all his detractors. Jaded [Miley Cyrus]—Multiverse Alastor to the Vox leading the charge against him. Psycho [Taylor Acorn]—Alastor to Vox. Lover Of Mine [5 Seconds of Summer]—Alastor to Vox. Francesca [Hozier]—Alastor to Vox in the most twisted of contexts. Skyscraper [Demi Lovato]—Vox to Alastor. you broke me first [Tate McRae]—Alastor to Vox. Broken [Lifehouse]—Vox to Alastor. Let Go [Frou Frou]—Alastor to Vox.

Songs that fit the AU a little better but might be questionable for one reason or another:

In the End [Linkin Park]—Vox. Comatose [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. The Killing Kind [Marianas Trench]—This song is in three parts, but the first part feels very Alastor, especially the building manic pace. Saints [Echos]—A more lucid Vox to Alastor. Scratch [Kendall Payne]—Velvette about herself and Vox. Falling Inside the Black [Skillet]—Vox to Alastor. Hurt [Christina Aguilera]—Velvette to Vox. Silk [Crywolf, MOTHICA]—This is overall a sex song, but I think taken literally it has very Vox and Alastor vibes. Before You Go [Lewis Capauldi]—Valentino to Vox. CEPHALOTUS [Crywolf]—Vox. Without You [Breaking Benjamin]—Valentino to Vox. Leave My Body [Florence + The Machine]—Vox. The Diary of Jane [Breaking Benjamin]—Vox to Alastor. Car Radio [Twenty One Pilots]—Vox. DATURA [paroxysm] [Crywolf]—Vox about Alastor. Believe [Mumford & Sons]—Vox to Alastor. Sail [AWOLNATION]—Alastor. Black Magic [Jaymes Young]—Vox to Alastor. Not Who We Were [Em Beihold]—Niffty. ULTRAVIOLENT [adrenochrome] [Crywolf]—Vox to Alastor. Love [Daughter]—Valentino about Vox and Alastor. Blame [Echos]—Vox. Craving - Acoustic [YMIR]—Vox to Alastor. House a Habit [We Are the Guests]—Not sure why, but it gives me big Niffty vibes. Frozen [Within Temptation]—Vox to Alastor and potentially vice versa. Hate Me [Blue October]—Alastor to Vox, in some ways, but not all. Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) [Eurythmics]—Alastor.

Songs that are incredibly specific to either particular roleplays or circumstances:

Learn to Love [Jessi Smiles, Joey Emmanuel]—Velvette and Valentino to Vox, particularly if he gets his memories back and is trying to move on. Slowly [Susanne Sundfør]—Potentially Vox during the Reassurance phase of my version of the Ordeal. The Seal Lullaby [Eric Whitacre]—The Reassurance phase, and potentially what Alastor would have hummed or sang during it. Angels [Within Temptation]—Either Other Ending or Heaven Ending Vox.

#|{ 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 ;; music }|#|{ 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 ;; ram verse }|#|{ 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 ;; ram duplicates }|

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bellagrimfox · 8 months

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A New Pizza Tower AU....Again

My infection au is still in development but in the meantime, allow me to show you a Sub-Au Idea Inspired by the @pizza-tower-jekyll-and-hyde-au.

Presenting...

Sͦᶰyͨmͤpaͧᵖtͦᶰhyͣ, ͩTͬeͤnͣdͫerness

To make it less confusing, you can call it Sympathy, Tenderness (ST)

Summary

Warning! Will contain spoilers for Twisted Towers comic.

In chapter 5, Bruno kills Noisette while alone. Taking place a year after both this event and the comic, Noise is struggling to move on and hide his inner pain from those who survived.

So far, I have a good ending and bad ending conclusion to this AU. If I do plan on making actual fanfiction, it'll probably be a chose-your-ending kind of story. So far, you've seen me written the bad ending scene, and two small ln-character fics that can apply to both endings. Here and here.

Gonna make the cast list a separate post but consider this a small introduction to the concept.

Have fun :)

#pizza tower #pizza tower game #pizza tower au #the noise #twisted tower au #jekyll and hyde au #I am the noise angst mascot #my post #Pizza Tower ST #Sympathy #noisette

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16magnolias · 2 years

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Encantober Day 11: Door

Dolores has trouble falling asleep, and Felix helps. Over and over. Fluff, Good Parent Felix, Mild Hurt/Comfort - mostly comfort <3

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“And then, Pablo PUSHED Eduardo, and Eduardo grabbed onto his collar, and they both fell into the mud and were rolling around and wrestling and Señora Domingo was having trouble separating them so I told Señora Muñoz about it and she went to help her pull them apart and then she ended recess early so she could ‘handle them’.” Dolores relayed with wide eyes as she bounced lightly on the edge of her bed.

“Well, it sounds like it was an eventful day at school today,” Félix said, distracted as he searched the drawer for his daughter’s nightgown.

“Ah – could you – put this on, mija?” He said as he handed her the pajamas he’d finally found.

“Sí,” Dolores lisping slightly around her missing front teeth. She’d lost both in the span of two weeks, and it was adorable.

“And then it’s time for bed,” Félix said for the tenth time, as Dolores animatedly talked about everything she’d heard at school that day.

“Sí, sí, Papa, okay. But I’m too tired to go to sleep. I’ve got too much wiggle worms in me to sleep right now.”

“Well, you’re going to have to try,” Félix said with gentle sternness. “Because tomorrow is a school day.”

“Another one?!” Dolores made a face. “How may more days until it’s over?”

Félix chuckled. “Only about a hundred.”

“A HUNDRED?!” Dolores sat straight up in bed. “But that’s practically forever!” She whispered.

Félix coaxed Dolores to lay back down and tucked her in again, giving her a kiss and smoothing the covers over her. “It seems like it, but you do only have two more days until the weekend. No school on the weekend, querida.”

“Yeah, that’s still two whole days.” Dolores sighed. “Can we go on a picnic to the lake this weekend? It’s so nice and quiet there. Well, not quiet, really. But different sounds. I like it there.”

Félix paused. “Is your gift bothering you, mija?”

Dolores shook her head. She’d had her gift for over a year now, and she seemed to have adjusted as well as could be expected. In fact, she was prouder than she’d ever been of it, because she had been the one to recently announce that her mamí and tía were both pregnant. “It’s not bothering me today. I just wanna go on a picnic.”

Félix smiled at her. “I’ll talk to your mamí and your abuela and see what we can do, then, okay?”

“Okay!” Dolores whispered cheerfully.

“Now go to bed!” Félix said with a smile as he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Mamí will be in in a minute to kiss you goodnight, too.”

***

The sound of little feet passing overhead made Félix look up to the balcony.

“Dolores?”

“Just need a drink of water!” She said.

Félix waited until Dolores had gotten said drink of water from the bathroom, and then ran back to her room. “Good night, mija!” He whispered. “Don’t forget to shut your door.”

She paused at her door. “…Okay. G’night, Papa!”

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“Can I have some?”

Félix, Pepa, Julieta, and Agustín looked up from the kitchen table, where they were nursing cups of weak coffee and eating some sweet and sticky torta des tres leches, talking over the day and discussing the plans for the weekend. Pepa was further along than Julieta, but they both seemed to be over their morning sickness and neither was so large that a picnic by the lake was unfeasible. They’d invited Bruno to sit with them, but he’d mumbled something about needing his beauty rest and escaped to his tower. He’d been avoiding them all with increasing regularity these past few months. Maybe a picnic at the lake with the family was just what he needed, too.

Dolores stood, twisting the hem of her nightgown in her hands, eyes wide and looking hungrily at the cake on the plate.

“Hungry, mija?” Félix asked softly.

“Sí,” Dolores said. “Just a little.”

“Okay, a little piece, corazón, and then back to bed,” Pepa said, and patted her lap for her to climb up and sit with her.

***

Félix had just finished getting ready for bed himself and was leaving the bathroom when he nearly ran into Dolores.

“Dolores, mija, is everything okay?” He whispered under his breath. It was unusual for her to be out of bed this late. She preferred the quiet of her room after a long day.

She blinked up at him. “Oh! Um, yeah. Sí, Papa. I just – uh – I have to go to the bathroom.”

Félix moved out of the way. “Okay, mija, and then I’ll tuck you in again.”

***

“So, having trouble falling asleep tonight, mija?”

Dolores flopped down onto her bed, hiding her face behind her hands. “I think I might be a vampire!”

Félix choked on a laugh and quickly swallowed it, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. “What?”

“I’m just – so tired during the day and then I’m so awake at night!” She curled her hands to imitate claws and lifted her lip in a snarl and hissed, pretending to show off her fangs. She then gestured to the air around her, giggling. “I belong to the night!”

Félix shook his head and ruffled her hair affectionately. It was nice to see some of her former spirit returning. Her gift had taken away some of that cheerful silliness and made her so incredibly subdued for months. “You do not belong to the night, Dolores Madrigal. You belong here, in this family, in your bedroom, asleep at this hour. But – why are you having trouble sleeping, mija? You have been tired lately. Have you…have you been hearing something at night? Did something you hear bother you?”

Félix tensed slightly. They’d had a lot of trouble navigating Dolores’ gift this past year. She’d heard things no child should ever hear. But her room was her safe haven; it was completely quiet in here with the door closed. He’d spent many days and even nights in here with her, helping her to adjust.

Dolores hesitated. “No.”

“Because you can always tell me if you hear anything you - ”

“It’s not that, Papa,” Dolores said softly.

“Oh. Well – querida – what is it?”

“I just – I want to – hear you.”

Félix blinked. “You want me to spend the night in here with you tonight? Or sleep with Mamí and I? You can if - ”

Dolores shook her head. “Mamí snores now that she’s got a baby in her belly. And that’s too loud to be next to her.”

Félix snorted. “Ah – um – yes. So - ”

“Just – leave the door cracked? That way I can hear everybody. Just for tonight. I like hearing the baby’s heartbeats. I like hearing you and Mamí talking before you go to bed. I like hearing Tío Bruno’s sand. There’s – there’s enough quiet noise in Casita that I don’t have to listen to anything outside if I don’t want to. Sometimes – I like the quiet in here, but sometimes – it’s too quiet. And when it’s too quiet in the room, my brain thinks too loud.”

“Ahhh,” Félix nodded in understanding. “You like soft noises to help you sleep?”

Dolores nodded.

“Well, I think we can figure something out for you then, mija. Tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll leave the door cracked. Okay?”

“Okay, Papa. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, mi amorita.” Félix kissed her goodnight.

When he left, he left the door cracked open.

She was asleep within five minutes.

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AO3 here

#encantober #door #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal

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jackymaq · 4 months

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Code: Overdrive (Code: Overdrive, Kōdo: Ōbādoraibu)

In the neon-drenched sprawl of Neo-Tokyo, where towering skyscrapers scraped the clouds and flying vehicles zipped through holographic highways, lived a young woman named Akira. With her fiery red hair and cybernetic enhancements embedded in her arm, Akira embodied the spirit of this bustling metropolis.

Unlike the corporate elite who resided in the city's upper echelons, Akira belonged to the "Scrappers," a group of tech-savvy scavengers who lived on the fringes. They navigated the labyrinthine underbelly of Neo-Tokyo, extracting valuable data and discarded tech from the city's digital wastelands.

Akira wasn't your average Scrapper. She possessed a rare ability – the power to manipulate code. By weaving her fingers through the air, she could hack into digital systems with unparalleled finesse. This talent made her a valuable asset to her ragtag crew, led by the gruff but charismatic Bruno, a veteran Scrapper with a cybernetic eye.

One scorching summer afternoon, amidst the cacophony of the Scrapyard – a sprawling marketplace where scavenged tech was bartered and sold – Bruno stumbled upon a peculiar job. A mysterious client offered a hefty sum for retrieving a corrupted data chip from the heart of the "Gridlock," a notorious abandoned sector of Neo-Tokyo, rumored to be a labyrinth of malfunctioning robots and corrupted code.

The job was risky, but the reward was too tempting to ignore. Bruno, ever the gambler, accepted the offer, dragging a hesitant Akira into the deal. Despite her reservations, Akira knew her skills were crucial for pulling off this heist.

Chapter 2: Delving into the Gridlock

The Gridlock was a desolate nightmare. Towering buildings, once gleaming monuments to progress, now stood as decaying husks, their windows fractured and dark. Twisted metal carcasses of robots lay strewn across the cracked pavement, their malfunctioning circuits spewing sparks and glitches.

Equipped with their scavenged gear – goggles that filtered out the visual distortions and electromagnetic dampeners to shield them from rogue AI attacks – Akira and Bruno ventured deeper into the Gridlock. The air crackled with a digital hum, and an oppressive silence hung heavy, broken only by the erratic beeps and whirs of malfunctioning technology.

Suddenly, a towering silhouette emerged from the shadows – a hulking robot, its metallic limbs twisted into a grotesque parody of human form. Its crimson eyes, glowing with malevolent code, locked onto our heroes.

A thrilling fight ensued. Akira, drawing upon her code manipulation abilities, created digital illusions to distract the robotic monstrosity. Bruno, wielding a salvaged plasma rifle, peppered the robot with blasts, each shot leaving smoking craters on its rusted armor.

Their teamwork was a marvel to behold. Akira's agility and Bruno's brute force complemented each other perfectly, forming an unstoppable offensive. Finally, with a well-placed shot from Bruno and a surge of corrupted code unleashed by Akira, the robot crumpled to the ground, a silent testament to their hard-earned victory.

Chapter 3: Secrets Unveiled

After battling their way through the Gridlock's labyrinthine alleys, Akira and Bruno finally reached their destination – a hidden underground facility pulsating with an unnatural energy. Inside, rows of servers hummed ominously, their holographic displays flickering with illegible code.

The data chip, pulsating with a corrupted green light, lay nestled within a containment field. As Akira reached for it, a holographic figure materialized before them. It was a woman, her features ethereal and her voice resonating with a strange power.

"You shouldn't be here," the woman boomed, her voice echoing through the chamber. "This data chip contains a dangerous AI program code-named 'Pandemonium' capable of wreaking havoc on the digital infrastructure of Neo-Tokyo."

Akira and Bruno exchanged startled glances. They had stumbled upon something far more significant than a mere data retrieval operation. This was a matter of national security, and they were caught in the middle.

Chapter 4: A Choice to Make

Back in the safe haven of the Scrapyard, Akira and Bruno faced a difficult decision. They could hand the data chip to the unknown client, most likely a rogue corporation or a criminal organization, and walk away with their pockets lined. Or, they could expose this potentially world-ending program to the authorities and risk facing the wrath of powerful forces.

The weight of their decision hung heavy in the air. After much deliberation, they

opted for the path less traveled. Fueled by a sense of justice and a loyalty to their city, they decided to expose Pandemonium.

Their first stop was Jin, a brilliant but reclusive hacker who operated from a hidden den beneath the neon glow of a ramen shop. Jin, with his vast network of contacts and unparalleled hacking skills, was their best chance of getting the word out.

Jin, intrigued by their story and the potential threat Pandemonium posed, agreed to help. Working tirelessly through the night, his fingers flew across the keyboard, weaving a digital trail that led straight to the authorities' doorstep.

Chapter 5: Countdown to Chaos

News of Pandemonium spread like wildfire through the digital underbelly of Neo-Tokyo. Hackers buzzed with speculation, while the authorities scrambled to contain the potential disaster. Meanwhile, the mysterious client, their plans foiled, unleashed a relentless pursuit of Akira and Bruno.

The city became a battleground. Cyborg assassins with razor-sharp claws and advanced weaponry stalked Akira and Bruno through the neon-lit streets. High-speed chases through the labyrinthine alleys of the Scrapyard ensued, with Akira using her code manipulation to disable pursuers and Bruno unleashing a hail of plasma fire.

Just as they were about to be cornered, a squadron of sleek, unmarked government vehicles materialized, their occupants wielding sophisticated energy weapons. The authorities, alerted by Jin's digital trail, had finally intervened.

Chapter 6: The Last Stand

The final confrontation took place atop the monolithic headquarters of the Shiran Corporation, the corporation suspected of being behind the Pandemonium project. Atop the skyscraper, bathed in the moonlight, Akira and Bruno faced off against the mastermind – a stoic woman with an icy demeanor and cybernetic enhancements that mirrored Akira's own.

This woman revealed herself as Dr. Anya Sato, a rogue scientist obsessed with creating an AI that could surpass human limitations. She had used the Shiran Corporation's resources to develop Pandemonium, intending to unleash it upon Neo-Tokyo and reshape the city according to her vision.

A fierce battle ensued. Dr. Sato unleashed a swarm of robotic drones, their metallic bodies buzzing with malevolent code. Akira, with her agile movements and code manipulation abilities, weaved through the metallic onslaught, disrupting their programming and turning them against each other. Bruno, a whirlwind of plasma fire, provided cover, his booming voice echoing through the night.

The climax arrived when Akira, with a surge of concentrated code manipulation, managed to breach Dr. Sato's control over the Pandemonium program. With a surge of corrupted data, she overloaded the program, causing it to fizzle and die, a digital firework signifying its demise.

Chapter 7: Neo-Tokyo Reborn

The aftermath was a whirlwind of activity. Dr. Sato was apprehended, her plans for digital domination thwarted. Akira and Bruno, hailed as heroes by the grateful citizens of Neo-Tokyo, were offered hefty rewards, which they politely declined.

Life returned to a semblance of normalcy, but things had irrevocably changed. Akira and Bruno, their bond strengthened by their shared ordeal, continued their scrapping endeavors, but with a newfound purpose. They became vigilantes, using their skills to protect Neo-Tokyo's digital underbelly from rogue AIs and corporate greed.

Akira's reputation as a code manipulator soared, attracting the attention of a prestigious academy dedicated to training the next generation of digital defenders. With a bittersweet farewell to Bruno, she embarked on a new chapter, her fiery spirit burning brighter than ever, ready to safeguard the digital future of Neo-Tokyo.

The End

#neon #fiction #robots #neonworld #neon aesthetic #short story #fictionstory #retro

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pizza-tower-twisted-tower-au · 3 months

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STREAK OF MADNESS - PAGE 11

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#pizza tower #pizza tower au #jekyll and hyde #pizza tower monster au #my silly thoughts #peppino #fanart #pizza tower art #bruno pizza tower #twisted tower #bruno #twisted tower peppino #twisted tower bruno #bruno twisted tower

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ira-hydrangea · 3 years

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OMG ABOUT YOUR ENCANTO YUU I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AAAA like idk if your encanto yuu has a gift or not- but like Encanto yuu having super hearing like dolores and having to close her ears everytime she talks to sebek since sebek is always shouting- (I might send in more asks about encanto!yuu AHSHHA)

SEND THAT ASK RIGHT AWAY! If I have time, I can make a short fic about them. About Encanto! Yuu, I always imagine them to have quite an amazing gift. (A little spoiler, I plan to make Encanto! Yuu as a child of Bruno.)

Did any of you have any idea for the official gift Encanto! Yuu going to have?

But let say, they have a gift like Dolores. I imagine them as a soft-spoken person and when they speak, it comes out like a whisper. And that super hearing come with quite disadvantage.

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Yuu: Ace... Can you tone down your sleep talking at night? It really bothers me.

Ace: Huh? I never sleep talking.

Yuu: Weird? I heard you say something about doing some prank to Riddle-senpai and how you can't wait to see his reaction toda-Hmph?!"

Ace: Shush!! Don't talk that loud! You will-!

Riddle: *pop out from behind* I see... So it was you, huh Ace?

Ace: *sweating* Ahaha... Good morning, Riddle-senpai. Such a lovely day today.

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!

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Yuu: I heard something...

Deuce: Hm?

Yuu: Oh no! Deuce! Ace! Did you have some earphones or anything to block a sound?

Ace: Huh? What is that for?

Yuu: Hurry!

Deuce then gives them earplugs while looking at them weirdly. Soon Sebek emerged from the forest.

Sebek: HUMAN! DID ANY OF YOU SEE WAKA-SAMA WALKING HERE?

Ace: Uh... Nice to meet you again, Sebek?

Sebek: I DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR CHAT. IF ANY OF YOU DIDN'T KNOW THEN I WILL LEAVE NOW.

Yuu: Have you tried the tower in the east?

Sebek: A GOOD IDEA! WAKA-SAMA!!!

Yuu: At least try to speak without shouting!

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Crowley: Little prefect! I have a very dire situation that I need to handle so can you please handle my paperworks?

Yuu: Dire situation? Oh! Do you mean that little meet and greet that happens in the city today? I heard that the idol you adore will perform there too.

Crowley: ...How did you know that?

Yuu: Hm? Didn't you talk about that non stop for this one full week? I can hear you talk about it in the office. Your voice is so loud that I can hear it from my bedroom.

Crowley:...

Safe to say, Crowley, become paranoid after that. Sometimes, he even talks in the whisper with other teachers.

Crewel: Mind telling me why we did our meeting while whispering?

Crowley: Shhh. Not so loud or else they can hear it.

Train: You even move our meeting spot to some basement. You not try to kill us, right?

Crowley: Gracious! No! These are just some precautions I prepared. No need to concern yourself with this too much. Now, shall we start?

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So many possibilities that can happen! Especially looking at so many twisted wonderland scenes that can match with Encanto. So send those ask! Don't be afraid. I'm not bite.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst yuu #encanto yuu #encanto yuu x twisted wonderland #encanto au

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sniixnn · 3 years

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Can you do yandere Bruno where his s/o tried to escape him? 👉👈

꒰ ➼ ❝ step away from the door. ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping (implied)

a/n :: WHOOOO I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ASK!!! HEHEHEHE I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCH!

potential encanto spoilers !!

bruno madrigal always loved you since he first saw you, he just knew it was meant to be. though to some it seemed as though he loved you a little… too much. you thought nothing of it, too entranced with the idea of loving the man that you didn’t realize his real intentions until it was too late.

perhaps that was bad phrasing, his intentions were akin to angelic, always there for you, prepared with love and affection. but the way he acted upon this was frightening.

his lingering touches became tight, grips on you and for a man with such a slim build you doubted his strength, which you would never do again. his agility and piercing eyes made him seem almost a completely different man to the one you loved.

you had had enough after he locked you up in his tower, stairs so long that you doubted anyone would even be bothered to climb up to to find you; a drop so long that you thought was better than his treatment to you.

crawling out of his dusty room by pushing aside the heavy boulder, you brushed a head of sweat away. your heart pumped with anticipation, because you knew you didn’t have a lot of time left before he came to find you; he never left you to your own devices for long. bracing yourself, you jumped over the gap in the scrapers, a piece of the structure falling behind you. eyeing the long way down, you calmed your breathing before hurrying, grasping the side rope like a lifeline.

panting, you approached the bottom, letting your feet sink into the sand. hair tousled, you brushed it away before approaching the door. it’s glow taunting you, as you heard the sand sink behind you. hearing a squeak, you widened your eyes and saw a rat beside you, staring up at your face inquisitively. you had no time.

running to the door, you grasped the handle—

‘mi amor? are you alright?’ you heard him ask. you turned your head, your chest heaving and your hand twisting the knob. ‘i was just looking for you — you seem shaken up!’ he said nervously, scratching the back of his bushy head before following your body language to your hand.

‘hey… w-what are you doing, dove?’ he questioned, eyebrows raising — before he put together the pieces and furrowed his eyebrows. ‘you weren’t leaving me just now, were you?’ he laughed nervously.

hand halting, you started to shiver. ‘bruno, please—‘ you rasped, tears beginning to slip from your face. you shrunk under his gaze as you knew he was getting mad, an emotion you rarely saw. he clenched his fists, his eyes beginning to shine a bright emerald.

‘no.’ he curled his lips, starting to make his way towards you before he saw you starting to freeze. ‘dear, step away from the door.’

seeing as you didn’t move, he sent one of his rats slinking from his shoulder to approach you, sinking it’s teeth into your flesh.

‘ow!’ as you backed away from the rat that almost guarded the door, you heard bruno from behind you. ‘good, good.’

you didn’t have time to turn around fully before he embraced you in a tight hug, too tight, almost restricting as he stopped you from wriggling out of his grasp. ‘do you want to leave me, y/n?’ he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in. he paused, thinking.

‘do you still love me.. y/n?’

not hearing a sure response, his grasp tightened, squeezing out the air from your lungs.

‘of course i do, bruno. id never think of leaving you. not again.’ you swallowed, your voice shaking.

he sighed, content, releasing his grip just a little. moving his head, he kissed you ever so sweetly and held you there, before you slumped in his grip and succumb to his antics. he was quick to make sure you’d never leave.

he just can’t stand to see you go. so of course, after this he’d carry you right back up those stairs, no matter how heavy, and he’d make sure you’d never leave that room again.

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Twisted wonderland Encanto

Story ideas inspired from @ira-hydrangea ‘s Twisted Wonderland Encanto!Yuu. Go check out their stuff! It’s great.

Bruno Madrigal the black sheep of the amazing Madrigal family, bad fortune is always just around the corner with him. Yet, even if he was a kind person, most fear and distrusted him. All but one, a woman who he would take as his wife, who later gives him a child who they named Y/n.

But sadly misfortune struck once again when only a year later his wife died suddenly in her sleep. The family was devastated, but Bruno continued to care for and love his child. From Playing in the garden with them to tucking them in at night.

Yet as time passed, Bruno began to worry about Y/n’s future. Would they too be suddenly ripped away from him too? So he went into his tower to look into the future, he had to know, he had to keep them safe.

But what he saw horrified him, a strange black carriage with a coffin whisking his child away, to a place filled with horrible monsters of ink. And a horrible fire-breathing lion, with a main of blue flames, a snake for a tail, tentacles coming from out of its neck, and Large dragon-like wings on its back.

As his vision became a physical glass portrait, and he could only sit and stare in sorrow. The portrait displayed Y/n falling back in fear as the monsters towered them, as the strange carriage seemed to block their path behind them.

The family grew fearful of his prophecy, Abuela, not wanting to lose another family member, set strict rules to keep them inside the safety of the Casita. For a time Y/n didn’t mind, but as they grew older it began to weigh down on them.

To the point that they reject accepting a gift from the Casita, stating. “What’s the point of having a gift to aid the community when I can’t even step a foot outside,” Y/n snapped. So Bruno told them why they are to stay inside the Casita. They immediately ran to the nursery and locked the door behind them.

Yet even in those times, Papa Burno would stay by their side and try to comfort their child. Trying to lighten their mood, and Y/n could never ask for a more caring father. When one day after Mirabel’s failed gift celebration, Y/n’s father disappeared.

Even with the family around, they couldn’t help but feel alone. They, over time, accepted the fact that their father was gone. Yet still couldn’t shake the feeling of captivity over the year and as the family grew. Y/n took on the role of caretaker to her young cousins until they left the nursery, got their own door, and leave to help the community. They and Mirabel grew close, bonding on the no-gift situation.

One day, on their 17 birthday a mysterious present appeared at the foot of their bed. Inside was a beautiful mirror, small and light enough to be held that was beautifully decorated with butterflies. The lift was not signed, but Y/n just knew that it was her father’s gift.

As Mirabel and Y/n hung out in the nursery, Camilo decided it would be fun to spook his two cousins. The two shrieked in fright, causing Y/n to lose their grip on the mirror. It went flying out the window and onto the soft grass below.

“Camilo!” Mirabel scolded.

As they two argued Y/n quickly slide out the window and got to the ground to retrieve their mirror. When suddenly…

As Y/n stared in awe and confusion when suddenly their attention was pulled away by the sound of galloping hooves. Thinking it was just a bunch of startled donkeys, they slowly started to move towards the house.

“Y/N! What Are You Doing Out There! Come Back!” Abuela screamed in fear.

“Y/n Behind You!” Mirabel gasped.

Just as Y/n turned as a black ebony carriage with two black horses came charging at them with great speed. Soon they were on top of them, Y/n ducked and shut their eyes tight.

“Y/N!!” The family screamed when suddenly it went silent.

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Part 2?

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Visions (Bruno x Reader 18+)

This took so long bc I literally suck at writing people talking.

Anyways enjoy

You march up to the glowing door, anger bubbling in your core. You pound on the wood door until it opens. "You liar! You take back that vision you gave to my father now!" You scream, pointing a finger at the tall man. He towers over you as he looks down, unimpressed.

"The old man wanted a vision, so I gave him one." He shrugged and walked back into his room, leaving the door open. You step inside as hot sand hits your skin through your sandals.

"It was fake then, a mistake on your part!" You continue to cry out, cheeks hot with frustration as it makes you shake. Bruno, the mysterious bringer of bad fortune looks at you in annoyance.

"Mi querida, I have no control over what I see, or what happens. If I did, you wouldn't be here yelling at me as if this was somehow my fault!" He shouts at you, his curly hair bouncing as he talks. Tears well up in your eyes as you think, if mi papa dies so soon..

"But- Please he can't. Not yet." You start to sob, bringing your hand up to your mouth as you try and muffle your cries. You hear a shift as you stare at the ground, tears falling as they seep into the sand. A chuckle came from the fortune teller.

"You look pathetic." You freeze. Looking up slowly, your brows furrow ferociously, enraged by the man's comment.

"Callate! You're as horrible as they tell everyone." You hiccup as you remove your hand from your face, turning around to leave. Before your foot could even exit the room, a hand grabs your arm roughly, pulling you around to the face of a very, pissed-off Bruno.

"Horrible? Horrible for telling people the truth?" He clenches his teeth as he spits at you, his large eyes wavering in anger. His arm tightens around you and you cry out in pain. "The worst I've done is actually try and help you wretched people! And what do I get? My name spoken in slander! Hurtful rumors that have yet to tell the truth!" He releases you in a rage, throwing you away from him.

You stand there in shock, still processing his words. Now you felt a little bad for blaming the premonition for your father on him.

"Get out." You don't know what to do, you don't want to leave. Something's telling you to stay, and forever what reason, you do. You don't move, but you do lift your arm towards him, your hand hovering over his torn ruana.

"Are you- alright?" You pause, yelping as he hits away your hand.

"Must I say everything twice? Get out!" He yells, making you flinch.

You hold your hand as a sting commences. "I-I'm sorry for saying it was your fault, I wasn't thinking." He chuckles at your words, in an amusing way. He looks down at you, and for a second you see a flash of green as he speaks.

"Apologizing won't change the future." You huff.

"I know, I just wanted to say sorry for blaming it on you but now you're making me re-think it!" Your eyebrows furrow, turning around to make your leave. Your halfway out the door when he speaks again.

"Wait." You wait a moment before turning. He looked a bit remorseful as he fiddled with his fingers. You tapped your foot as you waited.

"I didn't mean it." You cocked your head in confusion. "The pathetic thing." You rolled your eyes, turned away, and left. You couldn't believe that guy, but something in you twisted as you began to feel bad for ignoring him.

You packed up the leftover empanadas in a tiny box. It had been a few days since you saw the town's mystery man, and you silently cursed yourself as you started along the path uphill. You didn't know if this was the best option, try to win over your act with food but with how skinny he looked..

Your feelings were mixed with the man, but you trudged on. Eventually, you got to the oak door, knocking lightly instead of trying to break it, this time.

The door opened revealing a tired-looking man. You held the food up silently, giving him a tiny smile. You needed to be let in. He stepped aside and let you in, bringing a hand up to his face as he wiped his eyes.

"Are those for me?" He asked, trying to snatch the box. You lifted it away from him, scoffing.

"For a price." You held the box close to you as he stared in anticipation. He was waiting for you to continue. You coughed, thinking he would have said something snarky. "I want a vision."

"Why?" He looked down at you in confusion, eyes large.

"I need to know if I'm going to be ok, when- he's gone.." You trailed off, looking down. He sighed, turning around. You eyed him curiously as he pulled leaves out of a pocket, setting them up in 4 sections. He sat down, motioning you to come as well.

"Don't blame me if anything goes wrong." He lit a candle and started burning the leaves. You huffed and nodded, setting the box of food beside before sitting down in front of him. Would it take an arm and a leg for him to show one ounce of sympathy?

He cracks his knuckles, blowing out a breath before offering his hands. You stared at them. "You have to hold them." He mentions, and you squint. Placing your palms into his, you notice how larger they are compared to yours. He takes a breath, closing his eyes before opening them.

A bright green fills the room as the sand starts to move. Floating, the sand surrounds the 2 of you in a circle as he performs. You see yourself start to unfold in the wisps of sand, weeping by the bed of your father before it suddenly shifts. You see yourself next to a taller figure, and you lean in intrigued.

Watching as you and the figure dance and laugh, your sand-self is then pulled into a kiss. Your cheeks are red as you realize that there's another person watching the same spectacle as you, but you shrugged it off. He's probably seen way more than a kiss in his visions. Your hands leave his as you turn.

"Who is.." You've leaned closer to the sand, and just before it ends, the figure finalizes. "Dios mios." You whisper as the sand falls, turning around to see Bruno holding a jade square. "Well, would you look at this, mi querida." You can hear the grin in his voice as he turns the vision from side to side before flipping it around, "Looks like we're meant to be." You stare at the picture in front of you, an image of yourself and the man in front of you kissing in passion.

"No!" Your sudden cry seemed to startle him as he dropped the vision onto the sand. It didn't break but lay there still. "It can't be, you have to do it again!" You grab his hands, pulling them into yours as your eyes plead. He looks down at his arms before pulling his hands out of your grasp.

"I can't take back a vision." He exhales hard and gets up. You stare shocked at the ground before standing up yourself. Bruno turns to you as he holds up the box of food, taking hold of one of the empanadas. He takes a bite and gives you a grin. "Wonderful bribe. You'll make a great wife, mi amor." You know he's doing this to patronize you, a part of yourself wants to hit him, but another part also wants to wipe a crumb that dusts his cheek.

You scoff and watch as he eats another. You don't know why you haven't just walked out yet. Your feelings are so messed up right now. Just a couple of days ago you were torn in fear to even speak his name, now you're going to end up with him? All you wanted was to know if you were going to be alright, not this! You think about your father, how he always wanted you to marry someone that would treat you right.

Bruno Madrigal definitely was not on the 'perfect suitors' list. He was arrogant, crude, and a lot of intimidating. There was a voice in the back of your mind though, from the moment you pounded on his door to where you stand right now, telling you just how attractive he is. You looked towards his curly hair, how it bounced every time he moved his head. To his thick stubble, lowering down to a sharp chin. The large doe eyes he had that seemed anything but innocent, to the large green ruana he wore that seemed to sway to his command. How his naturally faded green eyes glowed during the ritual, and just how pretty they looked.

"Look at you, standing there all pretty. Are you waiting for me to finish all these?" That snapped you out of your mind, and you looked down to the box filled with food he gestured to. Even if he said it so sarcastically, the compliment made your cheeks hot.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I wouldn't want to leave such a precious possession in here." You gestured to the sand arena and grimaced at the set of stairs that could lead to heaven. He eyed the box and chuckled.

"Such a precious item that would have a broken handle and torn wood?" Dammit, you didn't think he would notice. It was a pretty old box.

"Fine, do you want me to leave?" You turned towards the door, feeling his green eyes bore into you. You don't want to leave. Something has changed, and now you're slightly curious to learn more about the man. Especially what he keeps upstairs. "Do what you want." He pulls a piece of the pastry from the box and throws it at you. You yelp and catch it, almost tumbling down. You eye him as you press it into your mouth, glaring at him as he laughs.

"Then I can go upstairs?" His eyes go wide, but only for a second. His expression is replaced by one of amusement, saying, 'go ahead, try.'

"What's mine is yours." He chuckles at his own joke and your brows furrow, before shaking it off and starting to climb the stairs. You feel like you're being stared at as you climb, and sure enough, when you look down he's looking up at you. You stick your tongue out and continue on.

A LOT of while later, you're almost to the top. You can see it, and just as you reach the rock, a swarm of sand startles you. Appearing in front of you is Bruno himself. Your mouth drops open in shock. How? What? When?

"How did you get up here?" You question, feeling like you're going insane.

"This is my room." He says in a matter of fact, turning around as you let out a groan. Your feet are tired, but you follow behind him. Into a large cave, you step into even more sand, it's as if there's a pool from the amount. He walks over and into a door, coming inside a small bedroom. A large bed with green covers lay in the corner, with a few bookshelves occupying the little space.

"Is this where you sleep?" That sounded stupid. Of course, he slept here. He nodded to your question, standing in the middle of the room beside you. You looked over at him, he looked down at you, you quickly looked away. You could feel your cheeks growing hotter, bringing a hand up to feel it.

A few rats made their way into the room, climbing up on anything they could get onto. A few of them climbed onto a table housing a small record player. Running along with the disc set in place, soft music began to fill the room. You looked towards the rats, trying not to notice the green eyes focused on your cheek.

As you listen, a few of the animals run across the floor. Unfortunately, scurrying over and under you make you freak out, letting out a yelp as you stumble backward. You thought you were about to fall, but just before you completely lost your footing, a hand grabbed your waist quickly. Spinning you around, you come chest to chest against the surprisingly warm man.

His hold loosens, seeing you safe, but he doesn't remove his hand from your lower back. You look up at him, your eyes wide in shock. "Um, thank you." He gives you a small grin, seeing your cheeks heat up.

"Wouldn't want you to break your neck, would we?" You roll your eyes at the dry humor, before realizing the position you're in right now.

"You can let go now." You murmur, looking at his chest. He stays silent for a while, and as you go to look up and question him, he clicks his tongue and turns you around. Your back is now pressed against him, secured in his arms, wrapped around your stomach.

"Don't want to." You sighed and wiggled around, trying to get him to release you. You couldn't lie though, feeling his hands around you felt.. Nice? Several minutes of struggling before you decide to let it rest, leaning back into his chest as he chuckles. You shake as you feel every vibration come from him.

"Giving up so soon?" He had leaned down and whispered in your ear, making you shiver. Oh, he definitely felt that.

"Ay! Don't do that!" You snap at him, glaring as you turn your head.

"Why not?" Your eyes meet his, glowing green. You felt a heat pool inside your stomach, but you shook it away.

"Because.." You look away.

"Because?.. Because is a good answer." He nodded before spinning you around. It was then you noticed the music change, from quiet and soft to a loud, shoulder-shaking tone. His hands took hold of yours, softly swaying his hips to the beat.

"What are you doing?" You shout as he steps backward, before shimmying forwards. Is this his attempt at dancing?

"What does it look like?" He let's go of you, spinning in his own way before stopping a few feet away from you, holding out his head. He motions for you to take it, sending a quick wink as his eyelids lower. He looked very attractive, you thought. And before you know it, you're being glided over, or well, pushed towards him by the rats around your feet.

You let it happen, wanting it to. A small smile graces your lips as you take his hand, receiving one back as he twirls you. You giggle, your feet stepping carefully around each other before stopping in front of his. He takes hold of your hand, bringing your arm up in front of his face before planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

Your mouth opens slightly as you blush. You don't have time to process any of it though, because he pushes you outwards in a spin, grasping the fingers on your hand tightly before reeling you back in. You continue dancing alongside the music, the rats squeaking in the background.

All you feel is the sand between your feet and his warm hands over yours. You're spun, twirled, even dipped. As he does, you clutch onto his hanging ruana. His gaze is intent, eyes wandering from your face to your hands on him. You watch as he licks his lips before bringing you back up. You're thrust inwards, to his chest before looking up.

Your eyes meet, and you lean in closer. Closing your eyes, you feel your lips meet his an instance after. It didn't last long, the kiss, it was a quick soft one before it was over. Before he pulls away. You open your eyes, staring, pleading at him to come back. You want more and watch as his adam's apple bobs while swallowing thick saliva. He's on you in seconds, pushing his lips against yours harder this time, wrapping his hands around your waist tighter, as if you'd push him away.

Not when it feels this good you won't. You think.. You've fallen for the man. You don't know how, just a couple of days ago you wanted to tear his head off after a prophecy with your father. Now you're in his bedroom, a place in which no one but him has ever been. Sharing a space with the town's most hated and hate-filled being, you were frightened but intrigued.

You break away for air, trying to at least, but he has other plans. He's taken you back in, a hungry kiss that seems with no end. His legs start to move, and you're being pushed towards and onto the bed in seconds. He leaves your lips, instead running his own along your neck. You shiver and clutch onto his back as he plants soft, wet kisses onto your skin.

You can't help but let out a soft moan as he does this, the heat inside of you building further. You're lost in pleasure, tilting your head up so he has more area to abuse. "Mine.." He whispers, grumbly and low. You feel his stubble gently scratch you, making you cling to him more.

You lift your legs up, wrapping them around his lower back in an effort to be closer to him. You pull him in, purring at the feeling of his groin against yours. You feel him smile into your neck, beginning to rub into you, making you gasp.

"Oh, Bruno.." You pant out, moving your body alongside his, grinding in rhyme. You feel your underwear getting damp, a hard bulge protrudes from his groin, pressing into your own. You want him so bad, you need to feel him. Feel him, touch him, let him touch you. You're so lost in lust, you don't realize how hard you've clutched him until he lets out a long groan.

You blink and unclench your hold when a hand clutches your waist. "Don't stop." He pleads, a small whine in his voice. Eyes widening, but you resume your hold. Digging your nails into his arms, he groans in between kisses to your neck. You scratch into his skin, feeling the hairs on his skin stand up. Opening his mouth, he bites down into your neck, making you cry out.

His teeth dig into your skin before releasing. You exhale a long breath as he licks the bite, before placing a quick peck onto it as you shiver. Leaning up, he captures your mouth within his as he brings one hand down towards his legs. Kissing you, he quickly shuffles his pants down, releasing his erected length.

You take your legs off of him and do the same, bringing down your garments from underneath your skirt. You felt wetness upon the damp fabric, sticking to your fingers as you remove them. He breaks away, looking down before lifting your skirt up to your belly, figuring out where to place himself.

He moves closer towards you, bumping his knees against your exposed butt as you lift your legs. "Mi querida, are you ready?" One hand positions himself at your dripping entrance, while the other plants firmly into your waist. You nod, desperately wanting him, now.

"Si!" He begins pushing himself inside you. Gasping, you moan in pain as he stretches within your walls. You watch as he bites his lip, closing his eyes shut before a vibrant light of green surrounds the tiny room. His eyes glow as he settles inside you, the large hand implanting into your waist grips you even more tightly as you close around him.

You feel every inch of him, and he's having a wonderful time feeling inside you. You rock your hips experimentally and watch as drops his head low in pleasure. "Ah, don't tease me, y/n." It's the first time he's ever said your name, and you don't remember mentioning it to him, but who's recalling?

"You'll regret it." He muttered, low and gravely as he pulled from you. Quickly, he thrusted into you, making you clutch him even harder. You didn't release him even when you felt a warm pool of liquid drip onto your skin, seeing him roll his eyes back in pleasure. You did the same as he pulled his hips back, pounding hard into you.

He stretched you so well. You could hear the wet sounds, slapping from skin to skin, echo from the 4 walls. You shivered in delight as he thrusted quickly into you, watching with widened eyes his reactions, his breath, and feeling how closely he held onto you.

You felt a building pressure inside you, almost too soon. You were feeling so good, and you knew this was going to end far too soon. Lifting your arms, you pull them above your head, grasping around the headboards. He took notice of your movements and gave you a large grin, speeding up as you choked on air.

"Look at you, so beautifully wrecked over my cock." His voice was a little raspy, which made you buck your hips around him.

"Please, I can take more." You wanted him, all of him so much right now.

"More?" His free hand holding up your skirt removed itself, trailing upwards to your chest. "You want more?" Leaning his head in, he stilled before your lips, his thrusting slowed down to a start.

"Yes! Please, I want more!" He caught your lips in between yours, shutting up your pleas'. You moaned into the kiss, a strangled moan but it made the corners of his mouth lip upwards.

"Alright." Smiling madly, he commenced an erratic thrusting set of motions. Fast, pounding, the skin from your ass was being slapped secondly. Your throat couldn't keep up with the air coming out of you, moaning loudly as you felt anything but pleasure given to you.

His hands slid under your shirt, cupping your bare breasts. You shivered at the feeling, his fingers pulled, prodded, and twisted your nipples. He threw his head back as he forced himself further inside you, reaching a spot within your hole that made you clench around him.

"Ah.." He muttered as dark curls fell around his face. The green light illuminated brighter, his large hands cupped and groped at your breasts as he sped up. You felt the knot inside your stomach unbinding, at any second, any moment, you could feel it..!

You cried out as you tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer as his seed spilled inside you. He released a whiney groan as he came, bucking hard into your hole until he emptied. You both stilled as you finished, panting hard into each other's neck as he leaned down. Eventually removing his hands from your shirt, he backed away from you, hearing a slick pop from your entrance.

You relaxed into the mattress, feeling his and your liquids mixed together drip out from you. Shoving himself into his pants, you now noticed how his eyes were back to normal. You sighed, turning around on your side as you watch the man walk towards the table and stop the music which you had forgotten was still playing, guessing you tuned it out.

You decide to stand up, not sure if you could just sleep in the bed you dirtied. Standing by him, you awkwardly shifted your weight on both feet. You didn't know what to say. "Uh- Bruno, that was.."

"It was nice." He turned and gave you a smile. For once, it didn't look so threatening. You smiled back, coming closer to stand on your tippy-toes. He leaned down as you pecked his cheek, promising you'll be back soon. You said your goodbyes, and how you'd be back soon. As you walked down the long steps, you couldn't help but think about your future with him. Maybe you'll ask him for another vision.

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