#demonic. contracts

[demonichikikomori]

The Queen of Card Tricks

COMMISSION

Ace Trappola x Fem!Reader x Deuce Spade Word Count Tumblr: 2.5k+ Word Count Ao3: 10.2k+

Art by fm6fu4w94 on Twitter!

This is a commission piece I am very happy to have been given the task to write. The timing couldn't have been anymore perfect haha. This was asked of me I think a few days right after complaining about the lack of ADeuce x Reader available for my eyeballs to really eat up. And now I get to make something! The full fic will be posted on Ao3 instead of Tumblr as a way to keep things nice and neat as I continue!

Here is the link to The Queen of Card Tricks!

The rest of the fic will be posted to Ao3!

SUMMARY:

Accidents happen. It's natural. It's human. But when being asked to help the Magishift team ended with a concussion, Headmage Crowley apparently had no choice but to ship you away to Royal Swords Academy for a few days to recover. But why? Ace and Deuce will do their best to help you find the answer while you're stuck at the Royal Swords Academy. And they're still at Night Raven College.

Tags: Reader is in a Sticky Situation/Suggestive Content/Gaslighting/ADeuce is Very Protective/Grim is Kinda Here

The ‘Card Soldiers’ of Wonderland protected the Queen of Hearts and her castle. Carrying out orders diligently and putting up with the most ridiculous requests. No matter how cruel or demanding, the card soldiers were even willing to fold themselves in half for her sake.

You wondered how you found yourself in this situation, being honored with two ‘Card Soldiers’ and a ‘Little Jabberwocky’ in this brand new world. You didn’t mind being followed around, doted on, protected… You actually liked it a lot. Being the only girl in a school filled with a population made up entirely of the opposite sex, having two pseudo bodyguards nearby at all times was comforting. They didn’t view you like the other student’s did. You were just a friend. You were their friend and they wanted to make life at Night Raven College much easier for you. Someone has to cut you some slack, after all, it’s not like you knew this place existed a few months ago.

The beast separated its jaws, showing off his rows of razor-like teeth. He was exhausted.

Classes had finally ended for the day as Grim stretched, snapping his mouth shut as his big round eyes fell half-lidded from fatigue. Finally, you were free from lecture and assessment. But your work was far from done today. “I wanna go back to Ramshackle for a nap… Do you really have to help out today?!” Grim huffed in displeasure as you scooped his round body into your arms. You nodded with your lips pulled back into a frown. “Listen, I already said I would! You are more than welcome to walk back to Ramshackle without me.” You offered with your grip starting to loosen around Grim. 

His little paws patted against the back of your hands as he let out a nervous laugh and gave you a crooked smile. “Hey, hey, hey… I’m not saying I won’t go with you! That’s not what I’m saying at all!” His voice cracked with fear, smiling nervously as two familiar faces entered the classroom.

A pair of card soldiers. The two of spades, and the ace of hearts.

“Yo, Prefect, your escorts are here.” Ace smirked with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes glittering with mischief. Your heart lightened as he walked ahead of Deuce who smiled and waved with a soft ‘hey’. His expression was gentle as always and his smile held a warmth you wished to feel forever. You were happy to see them both. “And I see the little freeloader is comfortable as always.” The red-head leaned over the desk, eyeing Grim with a frown as Deuce collected your things from the table. It was an everyday occurrence without fail. After every class they found you, Ace picked a fight with Grim, Deuce carried your stuff to the next class or back to Ramshackle, then rinse and repeat.

But you had no complaints. 

As you stood, Grim clung to your blazer with a growl as you smoothed out the back of your skirt. “Any plans after class? If you aren’t busy, you should come back to Heartslabyul with me and Ace. There’s supposed to be an UnBirthday today.” Deuce offered as you all left the classroom in a small group. “I wanted to skip out and do something else. Apparently the Board Game Club is having a tournament. If you can beat Azul in the Game of Life, he’ll make a contract with you! No strings attached!” Ace offered up his scheme to coast through his life NRC much easier. As you slipped through the sea of bustling students in the crowded hall you chewed on your lower lip as the pair awaited your decision. A Heartslabyul UnBirthday? Or a Game of Life that could end in disaster?

Both suggestions sounded interesting, but you shook your head in refusal to both. “You know I would go to both if I could, but I made a promise to someone else today that I would help out at their dorm.” You politely declined both offers as frowns started to appear on their faces. The four of you left the school building as the boys slowed down, letting you walk ahead a few steps alone, only to quickly resume their position behind you. While you carried Grim in your arms you could sense Ace suddenly growing annoyed with the revelation that someone else would be occupying your time today. “A promise with who?” Ace asked first, you could hear him scowling behind you. “If it’s anyone from the snotty Pomfiore-” 

“Ace.” Deuce looked just as upset as the red-head. Deuce’s voice cut through the rest of the rude comment with a soft exhale. But he didn’t look too interested in sharing those disapproving feelings with you. Not yet at least. “I’m heading to Savanaclaw.” You explained with a small shrug as the pair seemed even more annoyed than the possibility of you going to Pomfiore. “They asked me to keep score during a mock match, so I’m heading there now.” You explained and Grim started to whine in your arms as you made your trek down to The Hall of Mirrors. The pair seemed even more distressed hearing that your destination would lie among the beastly dorm of Night Raven College. It was as if you were a lamb being led blindly to slaughter. And they refused to accept you going with just Grim as backup. Ace let out a snarl and with a roll of his eyes he brushed against your shoulder. 

His lips were curled into a pout as bright cherry red eyes looked you over. “You’re just too nice. Helping out the Magishift team? I don’t think they actually need it. They’re just a bunch of meatheads who can’t count higher than ten.” Ace scoffed as Deuce attached himself to your otherside. “Did someone pressure you into helping them? Do we need to talk with them?” Deuce offered with a much more gentle tone as Ace nodded in agreement. “Tell us who it was! We’ll get you out of this no problem. Just give us a name.” They wanted the answer of who held you at claw/fang point and demanded you help the Magishift team. You stepped into the building full of gorgeous mirrors, branching off towards pocketed universes containing different dorms. “Don’t make up your own stories! I really don’t mind keeping score. Besides, there’s not much for me to do back at Ramshackle other than play on my phone or chat with the ghosts. Ruggie said he would buy me dinner if I helped out today.” You smiled and swiveled your head to face Ace and then Deuce. They looked worried. What could possibly be so scary about keeping score?

Well, what Ruggie forgot to tell you, was that you would be keeping score for a mock match between Savanaclaw and Diasomnia.

As you walked with Ace, Deuce and Grim, across the sandy plains of Savanaclaw; you could feel the burning tension rising above the sweltering heat. Deuce was frowning as he took a few steps ahead of you and Ace followed suit. “Really… This doesn’t seem like a good idea.” The blue haired student spoke up, glancing back at you with knit brows. Though his concerns fell on deaf ears as you shook your head, adjusting Grim in your arms as sweat began to bead along your forehead. “Don’t worry about me, it’s not like I'm playing on the field with them.” You were starting to feel more and more uneasy the closer you got to the spectatorless stadium. Maybe this was a bad idea… “Jeez, you wouldn’t know danger even if it smacked you in the face.” Ace huffed as the pair walked into the large stadium first, as if they were guards taking in if the scene was safe enough for you to be a part of. The green turf was littered with different students of different sizes and shapes. All with stern or intense expressions. Either in yellow (with the exception of Epel) or dressed in lime green. Ready to win this match with only four bystanders to witness its glory. You could see Leona stretching on the ground with Ruggie and Epel whispering into his fuzzy chestnut ears. The trio were silently sizing up the dorm leader they would be faced against: Malleus Draconia. The fae clearly had no intention of stretching like the others as you caught his eye. 

His attention was stolen away as he approached your small group in silence, happy to see you. And only you. You found Malleus to be a little strange, but you assumed that maybe it was because he wasn’t good at making friends. He found comfort in the singular human residing in Ramshackle since that was a place he wandered through before your arrival in this world. “Child of Man… What brings you here?” He asked, looking into your eyes as if fishing for the answer himself. A small grin tugged at his lips as Grim remained very still, and very silent. “Oh! Ruggie invited me to keep score for a mock-match. I didn’t realize it was against Diasomnia.” You spoke carefully, having Malleus loom over your much smaller figure was intimidating. You knew he was harmless, but that was because you were… You. “I see, I’m glad to see you’ve made it then. Although it looks like others may feel the same as I do.” Malleus crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head as his smile began to fade. His expression now looked disapproving. You gazed past him, noticing the field full of male students appeared less interested in the game and more interested in you. Their eyes scanned over your body, some smiled, some looked away, some winked, and some made crude kissing faces or slipped their tongues between their fingers. 

You flinched away, your eyes turning back up at the fae as you felt your stomach twist into an uncomfortable knot. “I see what you mean.” You murmured with a wave of anxiety washing over you. Maybe this was why Ace and Deuce didn’t want you to come without them. Malleus smiled down at you, a hand now resting on your head as Grim started to growl. “I won’t let anything happen to-” 

“Alright! Hands off! Or else you’ll be known as the Prince of Sexual Harassment!” Ace snapped as Malleus yanked his hand back, his eyes now wide with shock as he looked at the pair of much shorter students. “Please go back to the field, the Prefect has to keep score.” Deuce was much more polite as they both ushered him away from the sidelines. “Who does he think he is..?” Ace scoffed under his breath as Malleus’ lips curled into a pout as he turned away back to the Magishift field. “And he has a rat tail-”

“Ace…” Deuce scolded gently as the three of you walked along the sidelines, grabbing the scoreboard and discarding your blazers. Maybe you should’ve changed before coming? You could feel sweat pooling around the clinging fabric beneath your armpits and around the mounds of your breasts. “Should we get water? I feel like this may be a long game.” Deuce suggested while peeling off his gloves, his cheeks becoming flushed from the heat. “Rock Paper Scissors?” Ace suggested and you jumped in with a smile with Grim sticking his paw in as well. “Loser goes to find water for the rest of us!” The beast cheered as you balled your hand into a fist.

“Rock…”

“Paper.”

“Scissors!”

The four of you cast your hands into the small circle. You threw in paper, while Ace, Deuce, and even Grim threw in scissors. “Ah-” Deuce was choked up in shock as Ace began to laugh. “How the hell are you the only odd one out?!” He backed away with a laugh as you felt as if you were the actual winner. You knew from Ruggie where the waters would be inside of the dorm. And you weren’t interested in watching the game anymore. “I can go instead, it was my idea.” Deuce offered with a guilty expression as you shook your head. “It’s fine, I know where they are anyway.” You shrugged as Grim latched his claws into your shirt. “I wanna go too then. You’ll need someone to help you carry the water back!” He offered with a wide toothed smile and you playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, the four bottles of water that are so heavy for my fragile arms.” You laughed as there was a shout from the field.

“Watch where you’re throwing-“ You heard Ruggie’s voice laced with panic and someone shouting for you to duck. But once you turned your head back…

You were met with the solid metal disc colliding with your skull. You could feel the shock of pain as your vision went black for a second, voices now faded and distant. 

Your body fell limp, and you hit the ground as dead weight. It was like you were trapped in a coffin, your stiff body was only filled with electric currents of pain as your head throbbed from the contact of the heavy, metal disc hitting you in the side of the head. You could hear voices shouting in panic as your vision grayed, staring up at the bright blue sky now free of cotton ball shaped clouds. It wasn’t long before that sky filled with black spots, blotching over the wonderful sight like spilled ink on paper. Soon, you were washed in that much more comforting sea of black, hearing your name called a final time.

At least the pain stopped, even though it was momentary.

-It felt like only a minute had passed as you groggily opened your eyes. Your head was throbbing and your vision was a mix and mess of muted watercolors. Much different than the stained blue sky. The image swirled and wobbled into view as you flexed your fingers carefully against the soft sheets beneath you. There was the distant sound of your phone ringing as you weakly lifted a hand from the soft cot to where you thought the night stand would be. Instead, your fingertips brushed over something soft. It felt like a knit material, and you heard the sound of your phone declining the incoming call. The ringing was replaced with a familiar giggle. “Are you awake? That’s good news!” The voice was far too chipper for your tastes as you mustered the strength to turn your head. Your vision steadied to meet big brown doe eyes, silky black hair, lips that were rosy and red… Skin as white as snow… “Neige… Why… Are you at Night Raven?” You whispered in confusion while scanning him over. Then, you soaked in your surroundings. This was not the nurses office at Night Raven College. “Hm? Right, you were unconscious…” He trailed off and slowly stood from the wooden stool he was seated on. He leaned over, his gaze melting into yours as he slowly peeled the blankets away from your body. “Due to your head injury,” You were wearing a girls uniform that did not belong to Night Raven College. “You are now a temporary student here at Royal Swords Academy!”

Tagged Accounts: @ruggiethethuggie @fortunatelyburningaphrodisiac @spiritanimals64-blog

[angelichikikomori]

Contracts.

This is the status of my commissions and a list of their completion! Please refer to this if you are interested in buying!

Commission Status: CLOSED. Do's and Don'ts for Commissions

Current Works:

Bottoms Up

start: 02.14.2024 end: TBA word count: 10k+

You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High. Rosho Tsutsujimori is the socially awkward math teacher. You liked him. You think he likes you. So naturally you said yes when he invited you out for a drink.

Tags: Drunk Sex

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Tart.

start: 02.17.2024

end: TBA

word count: 7k+

You won a raffle hosted by a Camboy you loved tuning in to see! You would get to be on stream with him, allowing him to use your body in anyway he saw fit. It would be his first ever partner stream too… But when you got to the meeting place, you were shocked by the familiar face that greeted you.

Tags: Camboy!AU/Light Choking/Size Kink

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“Mom Friend”

start: 02.17.2024

end: TBA

word count: 10k+

Deuce has your best friend since you’ve been attending Night Raven College. So when he invites you to hang in his home town for Spring Break, it’s not really that shocking. But, you start to feel differently once you meet his mom. His mom who is single.

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Best Friend’s Brother

start: 02.20.2024

end: TBA

word count: 10k+

Ace asked if you wanted to come to his place during Spring Break. No point in kickin’ back in Ramshackle if you don’t have to! Unfortunately for Ace… You were paying extra attention to his older brother.

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Completed Works:

The Princess of Briar Valley

start: 08.06.2022 end: 09.24.2022 word count: 10k+

You had to write a report and learn the teachings of the Thorn Fairy for a report due in three weeks. So, you were shipped off to stay in Diasomnia. But when you arrived, Malleus seems more interested to talk about the sleepy princess instead.

Tags: Yandere!Malleus/Size Difference/DubCon

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Sew Me Up Tight

start: 08.08.2022 end: 08.17.2022 word count: 2k+

Ruggie knows how to sew, and offers to fix something for you.

Tags: Fluff

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Foggy Lenses

start: 10.02.2022 end: 11.12.2022 word count: 5k+

You attend the camp with Grim once more! A storm is approaching, but Trey was currently M.I.A. He must be at the lake. You left Grim hold down the fort (your cabin room) while you went out to retrieve the Vice Housewarden. Once you did, the storm truly began, and the two of you ended up soaked and lost... At least there was a cabin nearby you two could shelter in for a bit! It's too bad you're so cold...

Tags: Size Difference/Make Outs

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I Had No Idea!

start: 11.20.2022 end: 03.02.2023 word count: 3k+

You were so in love with him, even though he was so far from your reach. All of your affections were pushed through a blue screen as you wished to one day become closer. That was, until you scored the last VIP ticket out of three from a co-worker. You were ecstatic. Getting up close to the stage to breathe his air, even feel him under your hands before your private meet up. He’s just so different meeting him in a closed off room. You feel so anxious… So tense... So, The Great Lilia Vanrouge of Twilight Dilema, offers to loosen you up with a drink.

Tags: NonCon/Drug Use

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The Queen of Card Tricks

start: 01.28.2023 end: 07.05.2023 word count: 10k+

Accidents happen. It's natural. It's human. But when being asked to help the Magishift team ended with a concussion, Headmage Crowley apparently had no choice but to ship you away to Royal Swords Academy for a few days to recover. But why? Ace and Deuce will do their best to help you find the answer while you're stuck at the Royal Swords Academy. And they're still at Night Raven College.

Tags: Gaslighting

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Proper Training

start: 06.08.2023 end: 08.28.2023 word count: 5k+

Leona has reminded you plenty that Vil wants nothing to do with you. Why? Simply because you are unskilled. With a bit of help and training, you feel as though you can finally please the one you adore the most! However... Vil doesn't seem very happy finding out that you've been spending time with someone else...

Tags: Yan!Vil Schoenheit/Stalker!MC

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Username: Cream.Together1025

start: 06.06.2023 end: 10.31.2023 word count: 5k+

You had become infatuated with a camboy streamer, tuning in every weekend to see him. Well, the parts of him you could see. He seemed so familiar too... You just didn't know how.

Tags: Mutual Masturbation/Camboy!AU

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A Lion and A Lizard

start: 03.05.2023 end: 02.24.24 word count: 20k+

Why? Oh why did you get paired up with the two people in all of Twisted Wonderland that hate each other the most? Was it a cruel twist of fate? The Seven testing your tenacity and patience? Whatever the reason was, didn't matter. You just needed to focus on not getting caught in the crossfire. So, you used the 'Divide and Conquer' method. But it seems both Leona and Malleus took this with a different context in mind.

Tags: Jealousy/Threesome/Monster Fucking(?)

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[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

Updated! A few days ago the contract Crowley signs in S1 came up on discord. Being the crazy person that I am, I set on the quest of finding out what it actually says. I couldn't make out everything, especially at the end where Crowley's hand and the sparks obscure the lines but I made out most of it (transcript below the break).

One of the things I like the most is that the contract specifically says "Anthony Crowley of Mayfair, London." In the book, Hastur tells Crowley not to use that name: "No. Not A. J. Crowley. Your real name.” Crowley nodded mournfully, and drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper. It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded."

Interesting things:

The contract is referred to as "the Agreement" - HA!

The contract is between Hastur and Ligur ("the Customer") and Crowley ("the Service Provider"). Not with Hell itself or with Satan.

The contract never actually says what "the Service" is nor does it say how much Crowley is supposed to be paid (so is it just delivering the baby to the convent, or all the upbringing too?)

There is a part that says Hastur and Ligur will pay the costs when the operation is done. But later on it also says that Crowley will not be reimbursed for his own expenses. Talk about being shortchanged!

Hastur and Ligur will NOT provide any help

Crowley must contribute to a retirement plan (Superannuation) for himself and his employees if he has any (how thoughtful)

And lastly, I learned the UK has Superannuations and it is not just an Australian thing! (go figure! the things GO teaches me)

So here you have it. A contract from Hell! literally If anyone can make out the words I couldn't or finds an error, please let me know and I'll update this one.

Full transcript:

[Line covered by clip and Ligur’s fingers] (the "Agreement")

BETWEEN

HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL (the "Customer")

AND

ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON (the "Service Provider")

BACKGROUND a. The Costumer is of the opinion that the Service Provider has the necessary qualifications experience and abilities to provide services for the Customer. The Costumer will pay the Service Provider per project agreed. Each project has its own costs and the Service Provider agrees to inform the Customer what are the costs involved when setting the operation and the Costumer agrees to pay the total amount when the project is delivered. b. The Compensation will be payable upon completion of the Services. The Service Provider is responsible for paying any Superannuation Guarantee contributions that may be required in relation to the work performed by the Service Provider or by the employees of the Service Provider under this Agreement c. The above Compensation includes all applicable sales tax, and dues as required by law

Provision of Extras a. The Customer will not provide any resources, assistance or extra for use by the Service Provider in providing the Services Reimbursement of Expenses b. The Service Provider will not be reimbursed for expenses incurred by the Service Provider in connection with providing the Services of this Agreement. Independence of Services c. In providing the Sevices under the Agreement it is expressly agreed that the Service Provider is acting as an independent contractor and not as an employee. The Service Provider and the Customer acknowledge that the Agreement does not create a partnership or joint venture between them, and is exclusively a contract for service

Notes a. All suits, requests, demands or other communication required or permitted by the terms of this Agreement by will be given in writing and delivered to the Parties of the Agreement as follows

ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON

HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL

and each [Illegible words due to Crowley’s hand] notify the other.

[ILLEGIBLE WORD]

ANTHONY J CROWLEY

[captainjoongki]

the fall 2023 kdrama slate be like

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—

He just shows up as Danny Fenton.

“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.

“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”

“Don’t worry about it”

They worry about it

[nelkcats]

Scamming the scammer

John Constantine was the biggest headache Danny had managed to get, ever. After becoming King he did not think that his first task would be to solve the man's soul problems.

And it seemed quite incredible to him that the hellbazer would consider selling his soul as if it were a used car that he wants to get rid of to buy a new one. He was aware that he needed a soul, wasn't he? That it was not possible to buy a new one? Because he didn't want to be the one to inform him if that was not the case.

To top it off, beings from different domains within his kingdom came explicitly to claim the British's soul, which didn't even make sense, there were thousands of souls! Why did everyone want the same one? And why did he have to be the one to take care of it?

Completely frustrated, he placed all the paperwork for John Constantine in an empty room and locked the door. He smiled as he came up with a plan to improve the situation, it might be worth it.

That's how a drunk John Constantine found himself signing a dubious contract in exchange for the power to turn any liquid into beer, he didn't bother to read the contract, most demons just wanted his soul and this guy looked so human, with a presence so light it must be a minor demon for sure.

This turned out to be a bad decision when the next morning he found himself trapped in a room full of documents, the door locked. Taped to the door was a green note that said "Enjoy doing your own paperwork sir, I hope you're pleased with yourself", and well, maybe he should have read that contract after all.

[nomnomnamiart]

someday i will write contract demon 2

[dangermousie]

2023 Kdramas I am excited for

We have only a bit over two months in the year left, but it looks like kdramas saved the best for last. Here is the list of kdramas I am excited for...

Boyhood/Once Upon a Boyhood (November 24) - Siwan hasn't done a bad drama and I am in the mood for a nostalgic 80s piece. I am a little amused that a 35 year old is gonna be playing a high schooler, but in a fond way.

Castaway Diva (October 28) - I am very fond of Park Eun Bin and if anyone can sell the whimsy of a tale about a woman who was a castaway and then becomes a pop star, she will. Not fond of the new trend for 12 eps but it is what it is.

Goryeo-Khitan War (November 11) - my most anticipated for the rest of the year. Every casting and crew choice, every promo makes it look like an old school politics and war heavy sageuk that does not cater in the least to youth or even fusion sageuk subgenres and I am here for it so so so MUCH!

Gyeongseong Creature (December) - not a big fan of netflix originals but I am there for the cast and the setting.

The Matchmakers (October 30) - looks like a wacky period romp with Rowoon and Cho Yi Hyun. I don't have high hopes for it because I like my period stuff angsty, but whatever else, it's gonna be pretty pretty pretty!

Moon In the Day (November 1) - except for GK War, my most anticipated for the rest of the year. Reincarnation/time travel story that flashes back between modern day and Silla - GOD YES!

My Demon (November 24) - sounds like shoujo crack about a demon who loses his powers and enters into a contract marriage (of course) with a human. Done many many times before but I am always a sucker for the trope.

Perfect Marriage Revenge (October 28) - first of all, I have a huge weak spot for Sung Hoon. He's a limited actor but between New Tales of the Gisaeng and his role in Faith, he won my heart forever. But also, this plot is so old school melo the way they don't make it nowadays. Our FL is betrayed by her sister and her husband and dies. But she wakes up before her marriage and decides to do things differently and get revenge. She gets married in a contract marriage to our ML, a chaebol (of course) played by sexy Sung Hoon and...doesn't it all sound like those delicious transmigration novels made flesh?

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract (November 24) - I love time travel/time slip stories and the fact that this is a woman who ends up in the modern day where she comes across the dead ringer of her deceased husband makes it high class Durian, plus Lee Se Young is a wonderful actress who rarely picks wrong.

Tell Me That You Love Me (November) - a remake of my favorite jdrama of all time, Aishteiru to Ittekure, this story about the relationship between a deaf painter and an aspiring younger actress is going to give me the adult love story I crave. The fact that the legend that is Jung Woo Sung is back in dramas, and is playing the ML, is just the perfect thing. (His last proper drama was Padam Padam in 2011!!! He is mainly a movie star.)

Vigilante (November 8) - I am just here to see Nam Joo Hyuk kick people in the face.

Welcome to Samdalri (December 2) - Shin Hye Sun and Ji Chang Wook in a romcom mmmmm. I don't have any pics so have:

[clubfluffer]

Kdramas deciding to throw all the good stuff at us right at the end of the year and at the same time, and me trying to keep up with them all:

[wazzi2ya]

After some time of dating, when Husk and Angel decide to get married (by Lucifer, as the closest thing to "holy" authority in Hell), the moment they exchange rings they can each feel the chains of their deals pulling and then breaking, freeing them from their contracts since, once married, their souls belong to each other.

(add on: inspired by this)

[demonichikikomori]

Proper Training

COMMISSION

Yan!Vil Schoenheit x Yan!Fem!Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 5k+

Art is by eb_hua on Twitter!

Hey, hey, heyyyy! I'm back with a finished commission! So, this one is actually based on the fic My Queen's Command that I wrote as a birthday gift! The wonderful devil @genuinelydisappointed asked that I write... Kinda like a spin off? But they aren't connected. If you do want a general vibe of what this piece may entail... Feel free to read that then come back! I hope you like it!~!

SUMMARY:

Leona has reminded you plenty that Vil wants nothing to do with you. Why? Simply because you are unskilled. With a bit of help and training, you feel as though you can finally please the one you adore the most! However... Vil doesn't seem very happy finding out that you've been spending time with someone else...

Tags: Leona is Here Kinda/Yandere x Yandere/Reader is a Casual Stalker/Nipple Play

Your head bobbed slowly as the hand in your hair roughly tugged as a silent demand for more. You were getting better, but you were often reminded by Vil that it wasn’t good enough. That it would never be good enough until you worked harder. Until you showed that you were willing to improve for the sake of pleasuring your Queen. 

“Come on Herbivore, you can do way better than this. Is this what you did for Vil? No wonder he ignores your ass.” Leona scowled from his seat at the edge of the bed. The beast gave a languid and strong roll of his hips against your face. The force of his mushroomy tip smashed into the back of your throat as you relaxed your jaw around him and worked on not gagging. His soft groans indicated that you were doing well, but you knew it wasn’t enough yet. Not until he painted the back of your velvety throat with semen.

You were indifferent to the scenario you had put yourself in with Leona Kingscholar. With Vil always treating you so cold, you chalked it up to your abilities to bring pleasure were seen as inadequate to your queen whom you adored. Last Friday you spent sulking during school hours as you watched Vil from afar (in one of your many hiding spots). He was speaking with a student you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of about an upcoming assignment. The sight left you with a pit of anxiety. What if he gave up on you? What if he chose someone else to please him? Someone that he deemed better than you? The sound of footsteps from behind you made you stop and look back at the person approaching. With his strong tan colored arms crossed over his chest and a raised brow, Leona Kingscholar caught you in the middle of ‘admiring’ Vil. The king of beasts was suave, and you never bothered to pay him any mind before. He was like charcoal beside your diamond of a queen. But when he kneeled beside you with a smirk and made a deal with you that was sure to win you Vil’s affections; you agreed without hesitation. 

He and Vil had some history as close friends, and Leona knew what a man would like when receiving service. So you allowed him to ‘tutor’ you on the weekends and after school. This would be the second week of hard work between you and Leona. 

You attempted to apologize for your lack of skill as you grunted and whined around Leona with furrowed brows as you bobbed your head quickly. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue. Oral sex was as far as you would allow Leona to take things. You promised your body to Vil, but you desperately needed the practice. And since you usually shut your eyes, you could easily block out the beast man and imagine Vil praising you and petting you from above. You felt your cheeks become hot as a hand rested on your head, and your wild imagination turned it from the beasts, into the queens. 

You wanted Vil to pet your head.

Leona gasped as he came without warning. His rough, clawed nails scraped into your scalp as he pulled your head closer into his crotch. Your nose flush against the base and buried into the dark curly hairs of his pubes. His hips rutted against your face as your expression twisted into a cringe and your eyes fluttered open. Right, tutoring would end here with Leona. 

“You’re not that bad actually, Herbivore.” He huffed as he retracted his hand from its resting place. It allowed you to slowly pull away from his softening cock with a soft ‘pop’ sound. The semen that coated the inside of your mouth always had a bitter and salty taste, stringy and thick as it mixed with your drool and coated Leona’s cock. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant in taste and texture, but it was a stark contrast to the addictive citrusy flavor and silky smoothness of Vil’s seed. When being tutored by Leona, you were always told to swallow even when you didn’t really want to. All men would find it attractive. Even your precious Vil would be thrilled that you drank up his sperm with a content expression. With a quiet gulp and a gasp of disgust, Leona flopped back on his cushiony bed with a content hum. “I think we should take a break on our visits. I’ve been having this bad feeling recently.” He expressed with a disinterested tone that there may be a bad omen in the air. 

With the two of you meeting up added into your usual routine of rushing back to Pomfiore to spy on Vil, there may be some curious eyes looking for you to see what caused the change. You rose to your feet as Leona lazily peeled away his uniform to toss among the other scattered clothes on the floor. “Your toothbrush is in the bathroom. Clean up before you go.” He instructed as he propped himself up on an elbow to grab a tissue box from his night stand. 

When Leona was completely naked and spent… You couldn’t help but to throw a few glances his way when it was time for you to return to Pomfiore. The dips and hills of his muscles and how they flexed with his lazy movements, the bright green of his tired eyes, the waves and coils of his chocolate colored hair, how his dark skin shimmered in the hot sun when he laid in the light. How his ears flattened, how his tail flicked, how he would slide his tongue over his cuspids when he had the energy to hump into your face. It was nice that he allowed you to practice with him. It was nice that he offered in the first place.

As you rubbed at your wet lips with the back of your hand you headed to the bathroom with a small frown. This would be the end for a while. But, you learned a lot with the sessions you shared with the beast king. “Do you need someone to walk you out? I can get Ruggie to go with you.” He asked through a yawn as he cleaned himself off and you shook your head slowly. “I can go by myself again.” You assured as you vanished into the bathroom to brush your teeth and he discarded the stained tissue to the floor as well.

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You left the scorching sun behind as you returned to the hall of mirrors with your purse adjusted onto your shoulder. Your spare toothbrush had been packed away to return with you to Pomfiore since your lessons with Leona would be momentarily halted until this ‘bad feeling’ went away. 

“Reine du Poison!” 

An annoying voice called out to you from beside the stone mirror of the gorgeous campus of Pomfiore. The owner of the voice had his eyes shut with the corners creased. He smiled softly with his hat tilted in greeting as you stared at him with murky eyes. Rook gave you the nickname to honor you and your loyalty to Vil. You didn’t usually pay too much attention to someone like him, and you usually didn’t need to since he allowed you to get close and comfortable with the Queen in your own way. “Roi du Poison has called for you! Where have you been?” He asked with an upbeat chirp and a light tilt of his head. His hat began to slide and hid his bright green eyes as you adjusted the strap of your purse onto your shoulder with an agitated frown as he adjusted his hat as well. The crinkles that formed in the corners of his eyes deepened as he patiently waited for you to respond. 

But you knew that he already had the answer to his own question. “I was out with Leona.” You answered honestly as you approached the mirror, paying little to no mind towards the surveillance camera on legs. “Can I see Vil now?” You asked as you stared into the glass separating you from the Housewarden you ached to see. The castle styled dorm was on the other side, and you could feel your face starting to grow hot with excitement shaking your body. “Of course, he asked me to escort you from here to there.” Rook opened his eyes as you began to walk through the glass without him. Not bothering to return any dialogue with the bob cut bodyguard. You did not need an escort of any kind. You knew your way to Vil’s chamber the same way you knew the entirety of his weekly routine. The destination was etched into your heart along with many other details on your beloved Queen. Your lack of attendance and attention after classes and on the weekends must have greatly upset Vil and you could feel guilt starting to settle in your stomach. 

But that stuff between you and Leona was just training, you were practicing to please His Majesty. You did it for him. Everything you do is for him. You had no reason to feel guilty for your actions.

Rook was close behind with his steps falling into the beat of yours. You walked across the grandiose courtyard in collective silence. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked up towards the windows that would take you down the hall to the Housewarden’s dorm room. And there, you saw a light brush from the thin white curtains. He was there. He must’ve been waiting for you to finally show up. Vil must have truly missed you. Your heart began to swell in your chest as a smile snuck onto your lips. You would have to put on some lip gloss before going into his room, maybe… Just maybe you’ll get a kiss from your beloved Queen! That has to be because he missed you! He’s rewarding your obedience with a kiss!

Rook walked ahead of you to open the large double doors to the castle-like dorm. “Les dames d'abord.” He sang as his eyes remained shut. It was clear that he was refusing to look at you. But that wouldn’t affect your day nor would it change how well you slept at night. Your eyebrow twitched with fleeting agitation as you were reminded that Rook was still following. His very presence was bothering you as you passed him with your nose turned up. “I can walk by myself.” You assured with venom seeping into your tone. Rook chuckled softly. Was there something amusing about your distaste? “Oh please, allow me to escort you. Roi du Poison insisted that I walk you to his chamber.” Rook purred softly as he shut the doors after the two of you entered. You could smell the lingering scent of Vil’s favorite cologne as you walked across the wine colored carpet with haste. You remained frowning as Rook stuck close behind. The two of you walked down the seemingly abandoned halls. It was unusually quiet today in Pomfiore. Especially for it to only be 3:30 in the afternoon. It could be a case that Vil needed peace and quiet and demanded all of the students keep the noise to a minimum, he’s sent out a mass text in the past so it wasn’t strange to assume. 

As you reached the outside of Vil’s door, you reached into your purse to pull out a clear gloss to slide over your lips. You needed them to be exceptionally shiny when Vil spoke to you. You smoothed out the hem of your uniform skirt and pulled out your phone to ensure not a hair was out of place as you knocked on Vil’s door. Your heart was beating against your eardrums with the anticipation of seeing Vil personally. How long has it been since he had called you to his room? 

“Enter.”

You obeyed the command with no hesitation while Rook closed the door swiftly and silently behind you. It was almost impossible to fight back your grin as you turned to face Vil’s vanity with your items tucked back into your purse and your hands pretzeled in front of you. “Kneel.” Vil commanded from his vanity, not bothering to turn around to greet you, and you dropped to your knees. You admired Vil putting on a matte, apple-red lipstick in his mirror from your new position as you removed your purse to place it beside you. Dressed in a silk robe in a royal shade of indigo, his hair was done up in a neat braided bun. With the sun pouring in through his window with his curtains parted, the scene before you was bewitching.

“You’ve been hiding from me.” Vil commented with a tone of discontent before he meshed his painted lips together and judged the color silently. His amethyst colored eyes lingered for a moment with a wave of content before they floated to the image of you kneeling in front of his door like a patient dog. “Would you like to tell me why?” He was giving you the illusion of choice. “I wasn’t hiding from you my Queen! I promise- Please let me explain!” You defended quickly as your smile fell and your emotions flipped from positive; to negative. Your worried eyes locked with his piercing amethyst gaze. An intimate heat began to pool between your thighs and your heart skipped as you struggled to find the words. He was looking at you.

“I… I was worried that maybe… I wasn’t enough for you.” You explained nervously with bashfulness blanketing over the worry you felt. “I went and practiced-” 

“Practiced?” He quipped with a brow raised and the corners of his lips downturned. “What does that mean? Practiced? You haven’t been coming to Pomfiore after classes ended. What practice are you doing outside of here?” You felt your mouth become dry and your face became hot as the guilty feeling from earlier returned. “Leona told me that you two were close friends, and he offered to tutor me since I couldn’t get your attention-” The Housewarden slammed his palms against his vanity table and stood abruptly from his cushioned stool. The tension in the air became thick as your thighs began to tremble and you rubbed your knees together from excitement. Maybe this was the beginning of a scene Vil had prepared for the two of you after a lack of intimacy for so long. He wasn’t actually angry at you, right?

Short black heels layered in velvet accompanied his silk robe as he approached you slowly with his hands tightened into fists. “Kingscholar? That’s who you’ve been seeing instead? A luxury house rug?!” The champagne blond’s lips were curled back, his jaw was tightly clenched, and his cheeks had gone red. His eyes were filled with scorn and disgust that left the soft cotton of your panties sticky. Vil nudged at your knee with the toe box of his heel. The soft velvet made you tremble as your legs began to subconsciously part and the two of you maintained eye contact. “Over a lack of attention from the one you adore?!” He snapped and you felt taken aback by his anger. He was truly upset with your actions and how you foolishly allowed yourself to be taken advantage of. The Housewarden’s heeled foot slid between your thighs and pushed until it was pressing against your clit bound beneath thin cotton fabric. “What did you do with Kingscholar? Tell me every detail, now.” Vil commanded as your hips began to slowly roll against his heeled-shoe to obtain relief for the ache between your thighs. As his hands uncurled from their fists and crossed over his chest, you gave a small nod of understanding. “I practiced my oral skills… I thought that they weren’t good enough to please you since I couldn’t ever get your attention. So… Leona offered to tutor me since the two of you are close.” You answered honestly as Vil allowed you to continue the leisurely rutting against him. 

“You didn’t think to consult me first?” He asked as you shook your head with your face burning from embarrassment. You trusted Leona’s word since you’ve seen the two socializing before. And everyone adores Vil. It would make sense that Leona was the same. Right? Or so you thought, seeing how gullible you were to trust someone like Leona had landed you in trouble with Vil. The Housewarden pressed his foot harder into your crotch with a disappointed ‘tut’ of his tongue. “What else?” He asked as he inched his foot back, and your hips shamelessly chased the friction. "Nothing! Only using my mouth!” You promised as his arms fell from their crossed state and his hands reached for the sash on his silk robe. “Let’s see about the work you’ve been doing then.” Vil pulled elegantly at the fabric and allowed the garment to slide from his shoulders and drape over his forearms. 

Grinding slowly against his heel as you chewed on your lower lip, you began to carefully stroke Vil’s slowly hardening erectioning. Pretty, and very eager for attention. Your attention. “I’ll be grading your performance harshly.” He warned through a soft inhale and the excitement returned. Presented before you was his erect cock, twitching in your fingertips and awaiting service. Your jaw was slack as he pressed his hand against the back of your head. Perfectly manicured nails digging into the flesh of your scalp as he guided you to take his cock into your mouth. Gliding against the plush, wet velvet of your tongue and nudging against the back of your throat. That training with Leona helped, but actually working to please Vil was far more intense. Feeling the smooth velvet skin inside of your mouth your heart skip with ecstasy. Vil was allowing you to suck him off. 

Even though Rook told him about the training sessions you had with Leona, Vil was able to forgive you.

You bobbed your head slowly, your nose bumping against the porcelain skin below his navel and the scratchy stubble where his pubes once were. Carefully sucking and hollowing your cheeks. Rubbing your tongue against the veins and sensitive slit. Massaging his balls with one hand keeping you steady with the help of his muscular thighs. “I will admit… You have improved.” The compliment sounded sour as you continued on with your heart pounding in your ears and your hips sneakily humping against his foot. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ despite your mouthful that caused the Housewarden to shudder with delight. “You’re welcome.” He whispered with a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He scratched gently at your scalp and his hips rolled with the rhythmic pace you set. Your tongue rolled over the tip as you slowly pulled away with a loopy grin and your eyes falling shut. You lapped up the sweet and addicting flavor of his precum, hungry for much more as you quickly deep throating the cock you desperately craved. As Vil began to twitch and throb, he suddenly pressed his hand against your forehead to halt your movements. You looked up at him with your eyes widened and you began to feel worried. Did he not like it? 

“I just don’t want to cum yet.” He sighed quietly as if he was ashamed of something. Vil’s cheeks were flushed and his usual sharp gaze had softened from the overwhelming pleasure. The only thing connecting you to his erection was a thin string of saliva that was starting to separate. “Up. Onto the bed with me.” He instructed as he stepped away so you could get to your feet. A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you slowly rose to your feet, swearing that steam was rising from your skin. He didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s allowing you to touch his expensive sheets he had imported. You watched with awe as he discarded his robe to the expensive chaise longue at the foot of his bed. As he sat on the edge of the mattress, he removed his black heels and cast a glance towards where you stood. 

“Now.”

The bite in his voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you rushed to the opposite side and slipped out of your uniform. The soft and smooth satin of the sheets smelled of Vil. You had to resist the urge to plant your face into the fabric as you threw everything haphazardly to the floor with a smile. The moment your soaked panties were discarded, you could feel his strong grip around your forearm. “Come here.” He growled and yanked on you as if you weighed nothing to him. You slid across the large mattress and against his side as he pressed a kiss against your cheek. You could feel the sticky matte wax of his lipstick stain the skin. It left you with a flutter in your chest as he kissed along your jawline, occasionally biting at the skin until he reached your throat. His tongue rubbed against your pulse point as a hand slipped between your thighs. 

You couldn’t choke back your whimper as he began to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck while massaging your clit with both his middle and pointer finger. Vil didn’t usually leave you with marks in visible places, and you were taught to follow his example. It was possessive, and this relationship between you wasn’t exactly official according to the Housewarden. You yelped softly as he nipped at the bruising mark that had formed on your skin. Nice and high where the white collar of your uniform shirt wouldn’t be able to hide it. “Did you do anything like this with Kingscholar?” He asked softly, his warm breath danced over the abused flesh and you shook your head with a shiver. 

A content hum followed as his fingers slowed to a stop and pulled away. His strong grip on your arm loosened as he then eased you into laying back against his expensive pillows. Before the daydreams could start, a squeak left your mouth and your eyes widened. With you laid against the silk sheets of his mattress you flinched as Vil’s nails pinched your hardened nipple. You struggled to swallow down your cry as your hands quickly found purchase in the expensive fabric below you. Vil narrowed his eyes down at your bare body. “What was that? Speak up. I can’t understand you.” He snapped with a snarl as he tugged at the hardened bud and your skin prickled with goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you squeezed your thighs tightly together as he began to massage your breast in his large palm. “You’re sorry?” You nodded as you rubbed your thighs together and choked back a whine. “I didn’t mean to make you upset…” You apologized softly as Vil looked taken aback. Eyes widened for a moment before narrowing into sharp lines. “Upset? You think that I would be upset over what you do? That ‘situation’ with Leona is over now isn’t it? I’m not upset.” The tone of his voice sounded as though he was speaking to himself and not you. But you wouldn’t comment further. He was silent as his hands slowed to a stop and rested on your chest. He was still and silent, looking at the mounds in thought as he gently began to massage your nipples with his fingers. “I forgive you.” His voice was quiet. As if the words were only for you to ever hear, and you accepted them gratefully. 

His head dipped low and he began to kiss along your collarbones. Stamping his lipstick against your skin as your nipples were pinched and teased by his elegant and skilled fingers. Your hips trembled as you grew wet with excitement, quieting your moans and whimpers in case a certain guard remained posted outside the door. But with every surprise pinch of the champagne blond’s fingers, a startled gasp would erupt from your mouth. Soon, a hand vanished from your chest and slipped between your thighs. “When I’m finished, you may shower. But you are to return to my room afterwards.” Vil instructed as you glanced down at the hand between your thighs. A moan pushed out of you as his middle and pointer finger slipped inside of your hot, wet cavern. It was tight and sensitive due to the lack of use, and you rocked your hips slowly with need. “I understand.” Your response came out in the form of a breathless exhale as your eyes fluttered shut. “I plan to cum inside. To remind you that only I have the right to do so. Aren’t I so generous?” His sultry tone and quick pumping fingers left you aching as he latched his painted lips onto your neglected nipple; and sucked. You couldn’t fight back the moans and gasps that fell from your mouth and hung shamelessly in the air. The way his teeth would nip at the sensitive bud or how his tongue would roll over the marks left behind. How his fingers would pump into you and press up into that special section of nerves he loved to abuse… You wanted more. You needed more. 

As if some higher power answered your prayers, Vil stopped and climbed on top of you. His hands wrangled you into a position with him above you, and your legs thrown over his hips. Usually you would ride him until he finished, and would be sent along your way. This was very different from the usual sexcapades you shared. You liked the difference. His hand lined his cock against your throbbing entrance as the other massaged your breast with teeth marks embedded into the skin. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked and you nodded. With a rough pinch to your nipple you yelped and your hips jerked up towards Vil’s shaft. “Y-Yes.” You answered as he slowly bucked against the entrance, but did not slide in. The slick that was pouring out of you coated the velvety skin as he massaged himself against the plush folds of your pussy. “Do you want me to cum deep inside you? To fill you up and remind you how much I love you?” He asked as the flutter in your chest intensified. “Yes, please?” You begged as he began to rub the tip against your opening. The slight breech left you breathless as you looked up at him. Once your gazes locked, he wordlessly began to fill you as his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you up into his lap. Only soft moans were shared as he pushed himself deep inside and nestled the tip against that very familiar bundle of nerves inside of you. 

He began a slow and steady rhythm that rocked the bed beneath you. Your hands let go of the sheets and hesitated to reach out and touch Vil. Only when he gave you a nod as a form of ‘okay’ did you rest your hands against his strong thighs. The snap of his hips and the soft smack of skin made you overwhelmed with bliss as you allowed yourself to become boneless. To become an object of pleasure for the man you adored the most. You wanted to please him, to show him how badly you wanted to be used by him. To become nothing more than an empty headed slave he can call on whenever he wants. His thrusts had become rough as he hunched over you, his braided bun falling loose as a sheet of sweat clung to his flawless skin. His cheeks flushed, his pupils huge and dilated from lust. You could stare at the sight forever. “Do you love me?” He asked with a growl following as he leaned closer and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and kissed the space where your skin greeted his. “Of course I do.” You answered weakly, there was no other way to express the intense emotions you felt towards your Housewarden. “Say it.” Vil commanded as his amethyst eyes burned into yours. Sloppy thrusts and met your convulsing walls as you felt you and Vil reaching the euphoric high the both of you desperately craved whenever the two of you met. 

“I love you, Vil.”

The words left your lips as you lifted your hands from his thighs to carefully cup his face. The moans became louder and the sloppy snap off his hips became rougher as you came first. Your orgasm was amplified with the overstimulation of Vil continuing without you. But you never begged him to stop. You wouldn’t dare. You babbled and sobbed, hands going to pull at his hair as he shakily rut into you one final time. The flow of warmth deep into your womb made your eyes flutter shut and your body fell still. 

Vil slowed his hips to a complete stop as you laid limp against the mattress. “Don’t do that ever again.” The blond whispered, but you weren’t sure what he meant. The gold tresses of his hair that had fallen loose from his tightly braided bun and his apple red lipstick had become smeared across his cheek. “Do you understand me?” He asked with a soft growl as you weakly nodded. But again, you had no idea what he was referring to. A soft smile spread across your face as his lips brushed over yours. Your hands released his hair from your tight grip as Vil gently encased your lips in a short kiss. Chaste and sweet; you were craving more. “I’m glad we had this talk.” His voice ghosted over your skin as his soft pink tongue slid over your bottom lip next. Your eyes widened with shock as he cupped your face and eased the muscle into your mouth. Your heart was racing as your lips meshed together and your drool mixed with the Housewardens. 

His bright red lipstick stained the soft skin on your lips and smeared against your skin and his. You had entered a form of Nirvana you had always wanted to experience.

When Vil pulled away, his hands cupped the sides of your face as his nails began to dig into the burning skin of your cheeks. A smile of his own had formed as you felt your heart skipped and jumped in your chest. “If I catch you with that beast again, or anyone for that matter,” He whispered and pressed a kiss against your other cheek. The red makeup stained your skin among the many other kiss marks and saliva. The blond looked down at you, his gaze burning and searing your flesh; as if he were trying to engrave his name into your soul. “I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” His voice was lowered so only you could hear him and this promise. And you were happy to nod in complete understanding.

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Oh Way Down We Go

An Alastor x Host!Reader that is set in the early days of their contract making, set while reader is in college

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“The fucking audacity! I swear if there is even a God- somewhere! Anywhere!” she shouted and screamed, her hands holding tight onto the bars, “Get me out of here!” she continued to yell out in her jail cell.

“Shut up already!” the police officer just outside her cell barked back, having had enough of her tantrums.

“I don’t even know what the hell happened and why I am here! Just let me go!”

“Not until your papers have been processed missy!”

And with a sigh of exasperation, she hit her head against the bars, “great,” she wallowed out, “now my future is ruined.”

“It’s your own fault for being at the crime scene and not cooperating!”

“But I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember anything,” she continued to bang her head on the bars a couple more times before giving up and heading over to the semi clean corner of the jail cell that did not smell or stink of piss. Leaning her back against the wall, and sliding down to sit on the floor in exasperation.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there, could’ve been minutes or hours, people passing by giving her smug looks as if she was the guilty one and she wasn’t getting away with it. All she knew is that this situation revolved around a murder, while she did have an idea as to who committed the murder, she was telling the truth on not know what happened.  It’s not like she was awake or anything during the whole thing, and quite frankly, when Alastor takes over their body, he really takes over! While she does get an inkling as to what is happening, unlike Alastor who is there in the back of her head while she is in control, it’s as if she is in a deep sleep.

So you can imagine her ‘waking up’ in the middle of the street to police cars surrounding her, and cops pointing their guns at her while two people tried to drag her away and stuff her into the car! Her head was probably bruised because she was sure one of them knocked her head into the car door! And don’t get started on how they treated her in the interrogation room, literally only screaming and shouting right at her face for a murder that had just happened, five blocks away. She wasn’t anywhere near the scene of the crime! But no, she was the only one closest to the crime scene! It had to be her!

To top it all off, it was supposed to be her day today, and all she wanted to do was stay in and study! But nooooo, Alastor had to be a smartass and take over for the day, despite him know they have an exam in a couple weeks!

Why was she surrounded by idiots and assholes? All this demon was doing was making her life miserable, more so than it already was. With how badly he treats her, like a toy! Did she sell her soul to him? Sure she did. But he was supposed to help make her life better, not ruin it by sending her to prison!

At this point it started to feel like an eternity with how long and how board she had started to get. Till finally a cop showed up and actually started to open the cell, “Come on! You’re being bailed out!”

“Uh ok,” she said, pretty sure she looked dumb and stupid at the notion of her scrambling to get up from the floor, till she questioned, “by who?”

“By me,” a tall and tanned figure appeared in a white dress shirt and brown trousers to match. He wore only what she could describe as a very annoyed smile, his eyes showing no interest whatsoever, as if he would rather be doing anything else and be elsewhere rather than here. Which the feeling was mutual. “Come along… darling…” he held his smile, although that sounded a lot like a sneer. Ok now this guy was about to get on her nerves, but she wasn’t about to push her luck and miss a chance of freedom.

Dashing behind the tall gentleman while being sure to stick her tongue out at the cop, out of pettiness and extreme annoyance. Something the cop visibly reacted to what only could be described as the Beifong look of insult – you know the one.

The two kept silent as they both walked past the office booths full of police personnel, till they reached the reception area full of either visitors or people waiting to be transferred to a different department, more cops filtering in and out of the crowd while they we just two normal people walking out a building… well, almost normal.

The moment they had pasted the main door to go outside, down a couple of stairs, the ever so kind gentleman started to spazz for a second or two, “Uh you ok?” the human who had just got out what could be a prison sentence spoke up.

“Never better!” the gentleman replied annoyance becoming more evident the more his head started to twitch and bend to what should not have been humanly possible.

“Great! Now who are you and why’d you bail me out?! As far as I know I never made a call!” and so the tirade began, the frustration of today and what essentially could ruin an entire life still weighing down heavily.

“Must you be so dense darling?” darling having the main emphasis sounded quite condescending and quite frankly insulting, as the strangers smile started to grow even more annoyed.

“OI nobody calls me darling you creep, now come on answer my question!”

“Really? Nobody!” the man how just fizzled out into thin air, leaving the “darling” in question heavily confused, only finally clicking in a second later when a wave of immense exhaustion came crashing in, nearly knocking her down the stairs as her knees started to buckle. Luckily she caught herself just in time before taking a nasty fall to the head. Great! First jail time with a record and now a whopping hospital bill, what a great way to end the day!

“Al….” she sneered. 

“Darling….” He sneered back.

“Since when could you come out of my body and look human you demon?”

“Since those of are the rules of contracts with mortal denizens who are ALIVE,” he placed great emphasis on the word alive, “only able to do so for a few minutes at a time and takes great energy to make it work.”

“And now we are both exhausted and have a don’t know how long walk back home! Something that could’ve been avoided if you didn’t take over today!” Starting to walk down the stairs and struggling to march over to the bus stop that was thankfully conveniently placed infront of the police station.

“Excuse you! Where is my ‘thank you?! I’m the one who got you out!”

“Right after you murdered someone and put me in there in the first place!”

“First of all I unfortunately take no credit in that, although the circumstances were quite humorous! Second, you should be thanking me for erasing records of your involvement and getting you out!”

“Wait you did what?”

“I will not repeat myself dear,” the hmpf in his speech could be heard at the end, making the dear host of the demon just be startled in confusion, climbing up the bus that had arrived and would take them hopefully close to home, paying for the ticket fare.

“Why?” she finally asked after a couple of seconds of silence hung in the air, having finally sat down on something relatively padded and resting for a bit. The exhaustion of Alastor entering her body after he took his human form was weighing more than heavy on her nearly making her pass out on her seat. Only thing that kept her awake was the conversation they were semi-having and the fact that this part of town was not familiar to her so she needed to be aware and pay attention to her surroundings outside of the bus.

“Well I did maul it over after the lad insulted the way we dressed, however there were witnesses and it was broad daylight. Oh the irony of someone else getting to murder him!”

“No I mean, why? As in why erase my records and get me out?”

“Well it would do me no good in having my host behind bars where we would be unable to roam free and cause chaos and madness.”

The pause was evident between the two, leaving them hung in silence. The sun shining bright creating shadows to pass by on the humans face, the tiredness kicking in and making her lean on the bus window. The vibrations from that were making the emerging headache bearable.

“Doesn’t change the fact that it was supposed to be my turn today. Why’d you take over I thought you said you had more important business to take over than make sure a human is peak condition and fit for hurting others,” the sadness hung heavy in what they said, especially after they thought this whole taking over randomly fiasco was over and they finally settled on a schedule.

“I was but business finished early, thought I’d drop by and take over after you mauled at those books of yours for hours. A nice stroll would’ve done you some good!”

“Stroll or hunt for victims?”

“…. Failure,” Alastor retorted, feeling both insulted and called out on his other agendas.

“Dead,” she countered, making a face as she realised she said that out loud of the mental conversation that they were having.

“How dare you?!” he cried in offence.

“I dare,” she retorted, removing her head from the window, the vibrations becoming too much and starting to make said headache get worse.

 Alasator let out a Tsk at the sweet and daring audacity his darling host had.

“Thank you.”

“For what exactly?”

“I aint saying anything else! If anything you still owe me!” continuing on with their back and forth banter and shenanigans till they arrived home.

“Speaking of which,” his host started as soon as they returned back into the cramped-up dorm, it was just a small room with a bed, desk and bathroom, but it was cosy enough for one person – well… one person and their radio demon, who turned on the radio amidst the messy pile of books on the desk to fill the background with classic 1920’s music, “I thought you agreed on that schedule, thought I was finally going to have today, or do we need to fight again before we settle it,” the curtain on the window closed as clothes started to be flung all over the place, the human now more than ready to take a long shower to get rid of the smell of rotting hopes, crushed dreams and prison sweat.

“Honestly my dear how lowly do you think of me in this arrangement?”

“Just answer the question Al,” the exasperation could be heard with every word, now entering the bathroom and stopping to look into the mirror to see the dishevelled hair, bloodshot eyes, and dark circles getting darker if that was possible. Plus it was easier to talk to someone who is in your head when you can at least see another person.

“I do not know what to tell you or what it is you wisht o hear, this is my body after all, and you do not do a very good job at taking care of it –“

“You mean my body!”

“My contract, my host, my rules. Therefore, my body! You take these humanly affairs and books too seriously! It is good to pursue knowledge, I do encourage that! But what I do not encourage is this body of MINE to be in poor shape when it gets down to hell!” he continued, wispy and shadowed antlers starting to appear in the mirror, perfectly placed up on the head nearly like a thorny crown, radio static starting to fill the air and drown out the music playing in the background.

“Charming,” she says breaking eye contact with the person in the mirror in favour of getting in the shower. At least she can somewhat count on him to take care of her and get her out of prison before going straight to hell.

[everest-nightshade]

Danny phantom snippet

"So… can i get you anything to drink? water? coffee? the elixir of life? tea?"

"Wait wait wait, what did you say earlier?!?"

"Coffee? i can get you some coffee,"

"No! no, no, after coffee!"

"The elixir of life? yeah i think i still have some left over from a party last week, you want that?"

"From a party… HOW do YOU have the Elixir of Life!?!"

"Well i have the elixir of life because im the Ghost King duh"

"WHAT? YOU ARE THE GHOST KING?!?!"

"…oop, i didn't mention that before?"

"Well clearly you didn't because i don't know this"

"You don't have to be so butt hurt about it, you know now"

"You should have tell me on our first date!

omg…i been dating The Ghost King for a year now and didn't know it… THAT why the demon decided that my soul not worth it anymore, you did this to me!!!"

[abhainnwhump]

Whump Contracts

They're verstitle.

(Content warnings: Workplace abuse, pet whump, manipulation, possession, slavery, victim blaming, financial abuse?)

Demon Whumper forcing Whumpee into a contract to possess their body.

Whumpee is signing up for an acting role and they're over the moon about it. The problem? They look at the contract they have to sign for it. Whumper wants them for a little more than acting.

Whumpee signing themselves into being a slave/pet because of their self-hatred.

Whumpee unwillingly signing themselves into being a slave/pet.

Whumpee can't read, so they rely on Whumper to explain what is on it. They lie.

That fantasy trope where someone snaps their fingers and the paper and quill appear out of thin air. - Bonus points if it's out of fire or there's some ghost chanting as Whumpee signs it.

Whumper using the contract as a defense in case the authorities/Caretaker find them.

"You should've read the fine print."

Whumpee actually reading the fine print.

Caretaker signing papers to adopt legally be Whumpee's caretaker.