#twisted dialogues

[forgwater]

[twisted-deal]

They're bound to run out of good board games at soMe point

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “Do not stray far from me.”

I don’t want you to get hurt 🗡️ protective dialogue prompts

“What in the gods’ holy names was that?! I–We could’ve lost you.”

“At the party C sort of kept cornering me…” “What? Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?”

“Stay back.”

“Who did this to you? I just want to talk to them.” (that’s a LIE AND THEY KNOW IT)

“The idea of you getting hurt doesn’t sit well with me.”

“I don’t like the things they said about you. You’re nothing like what they think you are.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”

“My duty is to ensure your safety at all times, no matter the cost to my life.”

“If you dare lay a finger on their head, I will have yours served on a silver platter.”

“These walls are meant to protect you, the world out there is far too dangerous for someone like you.” (villain arc??? 👀)

“I’m right here. You’re safe.”

“Say my name and I will be there. I promise.” (thank you daredevil for inspiring this one)

“I’ll take a sword through the heart before they ever reach you.”

“I should’ve been there. This shouldn’t have happened to you.”

“Will you let me know when you’re back safely?”

“I will kill you and everyone you love if it’s the last thing I do.” “It’ll be the last thing you try.”

“You’re worth saving.”

“My house is a safe haven. Go there if you’re ever in danger and we will take care of you.”

“Get away from them!”

“You don’t need to protect me.” “I want to.”

[ameliora-j]

ur the only person i trust who can give me a filthy but soft smut of james potter fucking y/n in his ice hockey jersey

i’m honored 🥹

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“james…” you groan, trying to push him away as he has you pressed up against your desk in your office. “cut it out!” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“oh baby” james chuckles, shaking his head. james towers over you, and his ice hockey jersey are purposefully tailored to be longer and bigger on him so that they can fit over all his gear—thus causing every single one of his jerseys to be a dress on you. this—accompanied by a pair of thigh high boots—was your signature game day look. “you’re wearing the jersey, you’re asking to be split open on my cock and you know it” he chuckles lowly, nipping at your ear.

you whine, shaking your head as you push him back once more. “stop james. i’m serious, i’m not fucking you” you huff softly.

“uh huh baby… whatever you say” he murmurs, sinking to his knees and pushing your legs apart. he pushes his jersey up over your hips and tuts his tongue, shaking his head softly. “and look at that… you don’t wanna fuck but this little cunt is nice and uncovered for me” he hums, noting that you’d foregone panties—and james knew you expected this.

“my poor girl’s gonna be so cold on that ice tonight” he pouts softly, shaking his head as he rubs a thumb over your slit.

“james!” you squeak. “i’ll be fine” you shake your head.

“hush baby, do your work. ‘m talking to my girl” he chuckles softly. your eyes widen and heat rises immediately to your face as you realize james is speaking to your pussy, not you. “‘s okay pretty princess… i’ll make sure you keep warm tonight” he whispers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your little clit.

he hums softly, his eyes rolling a bit at the taste before he wraps his mouth around your cunt, wiggling his tongue through your sticky folds. “that’s right princess, knew you wanted daddy” he whispers to your cunt, leaning back and spitting on your pulsing hole. “‘s okay… daddy’s here. gonna clean you up baby. make it all better” he hums to your pussy before diving back in.

“j-james… james!” you moan loudly, reaching back and pushing his head closer to your needy cunt. he chuckles against you, slapping your ass.

“i knew you’d come around” he mumbles, standing and beginning to undo his pants.

“n-no… no james i’m not fucking you! i’m trying to tell you we need to go” you whine, shaking your head insistently.

“yeah princess, i hear you” he nods, running his cock through your slit a few times. “there’s my girl” he groans as he feels your wetness soaking his cock. “it’s okay, i’ll give it to you… no need to cry” he chuckles lowly as your pussy drips down onto his cock.

he groans lowly as he slowly pushes into your cunt, practically whining as he bottoms out. “oh you’re so tight” he breathes, holding your hips.

“j-james… jamie stop” you whine as he begins to fuck you. his pace is slow but intentional, his hips angled to hit your gspot head on each time he slams his cock back into you.

“oh baby, you’re begging me to stop but my princess is begging to cum” he murmurs, gently rubbing your clit as he fucks you slow and hard. “it’s okay pretty girl… if you want daddy to stop all you have to do is cum” he taunts, holding you close to him as he fucks you slowly.

you whine, shaking your head as it falls back against his shoulder. “your pussy is crying for me… squeezing around me. oh baby she wants to cum so bad” he mocks, beginning to rub your clit faster. he keeps his pace slow, but pounds your gspot mercilessly as you cry out his name along with profanities.

“daddy!” you whine as you gaze at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“oh there’s my pretty princess” he hums softly, smiling lovingly at you as he leans in and gives you a kiss. you whimper softly, meeting his thrusts as you kiss him back. “‘s my good girl. take my cock so well” he mumbles, kissing across your shoulders.

“daddy… i wanna cum” you whimper, your eyes rolling as you clench around him.

“i know baby… i know daddy’s right there” he mumbles. “why don’t you milk my cock baby?” he hums, kissing your cheek. “cum for me… squeeze daddy’s cum from that big cock” he groans lowly.

you let out a long, loud moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you cream on james’ cock. he sucks in air through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter until he paints your walls with his cum. “what do you say baby?” he mocks as he rides out his orgasm, fucking you full of his cum.

“thank you, daddy” you moan quietly, smiling lazily at him.

[egophiliac]

more masquerade stuff! things really went from 0 to 1000 in, like, thirty seconds.

(sorry if none of these make sense outside of my head)

[ryllen]

prologue of [x]

[justanotherfanfolks]

I just learned something very shocking to me.

[ppinksun]

they were so insufferable in book 6 <3

[fisheem4mmal]

Short little thing of when Malleus first met Silver

[saturncodedstarlette]

“You were a wonderful experience.”

“You were… everything.”

[ventique18]

I suddenly thought of a continuation for this comic.

- Clingy dragon whack shenanigans -

On the fourth day of the first years' field trip...

🐉: "It has been four days... Four whole days and nights and I haven't glimpsed hair nor hide of 🌸.

🦇: "Of course. The first years will be away for an entire week."

🐉: "An entire week..!"

🗡️: "It's alright, my liege. They do say that distance makes the heart grow fonder."

🐉: "Did you know that dragon fae die from loneliness... Grandmother told me that she nearly took her own life when my grandfather passed, but she held on because of father. And eventually me."

🐉, falling on his knees to the floor: "But how about myself? I do not have children to anchor me! How can I live on without my spouse!"

🦇: "Malleus, you do not have a spouse."

🐉: "Souls fated to be together need no ceremony to prove their love!"

🦇: "Goodness..."

🐉, dramatically lying on the floor: "And I shall rot away and rejoin the earth where I came from..!"

🦇: "You came from your mother's womb--"

🗡️: "Father! Lord Malleus isn't breathing!!"

🦇: "Malleus, stop holding your breath like a child--"

🗡️: "His face is turning blue! I'll perform CPR!"

🐉: "No! No one shall revive me but my one true love!"

🗡️: "What should I do, father? 🌸 is miles away! Perhaps I could use a transformation potion--"

🐉, rolling away from Silver: "Away with you! You cannot fool me!"

🦇: "If you do not stop this farce, I WILL tell Queen Maleficia about this!"

🐉: "..."

🐉, quickly standing up: "Hm. Suddenly the air feels quite fresh. It seems your concern worked wonders. You have my thanks, Silver."

[twstified]

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 (pt. 2)

✧ Certain third years are jealous after they saw someone hugging you

PART 1 IS HERE

✧ Characters: Vil, Rook, Malleus, and Lilia

READER'S GENDER IS NOT MENTIONED AND SPECIFIED

VIL SCHOENHEIT

✧ Vil is a beautiful man, he thinks that it's pathetic to even get jealous of people yet here he is, standing in front of his mirror. He keeps telling himself to never succumb to jealousy, to know his worth, and that someone hugging his darling shouldn't be enough to make him feel this way but here he is. The way that guy grasps your figure, the way he looked so comforted while hugging you, and the way his face was almost buried in your hair, and there was Vil, menacingly standing there and glaring. He should be the only one doing that!

✧ He's trying to convince himself that he isn't jealous and this isn't a big deal considering the fact that it was "just" a hug. Vil didn't want to succumb to this feeling any longer and he must handle it any time soon. Soon after confronting you about it, he made sure to set boundaries and that he isn't very fond of seeing you like that with another person

ROOK HUNT

✧ It isn't easy for Rook to get jealous. It even made you wonder if he feels those types of emotions or not since he's mostly positive. But when he does, he makes sure to show the guy his presence. "There you are, mon amour, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you", he said after he wrapped his arm around you and held you by your arm

✧ After that, Rook didn't pay it no mind. He thought to himself that making a big deal out of this situation isn't worth it and he should just enjoy his time with you. He knows to himself that he's the only one for you while you're the only one for him and no one can interfere with you two. He began babbling about how beautiful you are today and praising every inch of you

LILIA VANROUGE

✧ Lilia has been in relationships before. He is a very trusting partner and someone hugging you is almost nothing to him. Lilia knows that trust will always be the foundation of relationships. He also thinks that feeding off jealousy isn't that worth it and he kinda thinks it's quite childish

✧ Though, just because Lilia thinks of it like that doesn't mean he can't taste the bitterness of jealousy. After what he saw, he immediately interfered with the conversation between you and the guy as he introduced himself with a smile on his face. When the conversation was about to end, the guy was supposed to go in for another hug but Lilia lightly tugged your arm and brought out his hand to initiate a handshake with the guy instead

MALLEUS DRACONIA

✧ Seeing someone hugging you made Malleus feel "bizarre" feelings. He knows that he didn't like it but why is it such a strong emotion to the point where it ruins his mood? Of course, Malleus isn't new to feeling jealous, there were times back then when he'd feel it but not like this. It's as if his heart aches. He approached Lilia about it first and Lilia told him that most people really just feel this way when their partner does something or something was done to them by another person that they didn't like

✧ He then talked about it with you and told you how it doesn't make him feel good seeing someone being like that to you. After everything was settled, you teasingly asked him if he was jealous, "Me? Fufu~ why would I be? Of course I wasn't" he said with a smirk as if that scenario didn't keep him up at night

[qwakque]

beach o(-(

[viperwhispered]

Rest

Guess what? I've got more Jamil x reader for y'all. You can also find this on ao3. No warnings, just 866 words of kinda fluffy(?) caretaking stuff with gender-neutral reader.

At this point, you know Jamil’s schedule almost as well as he does. So, when you have the chance, you head to Scarabia’s kitchen, hoping to spend some time with Jamil while he and the other students prepare dinner. 

However, when you enter, it takes you but a moment to notice Jamil’s uncharacteristic fumbling and the tired look in his eyes. The way Jamil’s chopping the vegetables has you worried about him cutting himself with that knife he’s usually so adept with, and it seems it’s only force of habit that’s keeping him on track.

You frown, and when your eyes meet Jamil’s, you can already see him put his guard up.

So he knows what state he is in, huh? And still, here he is.

It seems Jamil is reading your thoughts, all of him telling you drop it before any words are even said.

At least he still lets you lean in and give a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

“Hello love. Do you still have a lot on your agenda for today?” you ask, keeping your tone low for at least some semblance of privacy in the busy kitchen.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” is the response you get.

Of course.

It takes a little more pestering before Jamil actually answers your question. Your lips purse. That list is far too long to your liking.

You take a moment to think, juggling your own plans and to-do list against the urgency of the things Jamil mentioned.

“Will Kalim be eating from that?” you ask, pointing at the food Jamil is preparing.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I won’t be touching that one, then. I’ve gotta do a few things but I’ll be back when you’re done here.”

“Don’t,” Jamil says with a glare, clearly aware of what you’re thinking.

Yet even his disapproving look doesn’t have the usual weight behind it.

“Yes. I will,” you say firmly, even as your heart curls inwards with another bout of concern.

Really, when did he get so tired?

And how did you not notice it earlier?

You leave the kitchen before Jamil can protest further, hurrying through the dorm corridors to find Kalim.

Soon you have an enthusiastic – and concerned – supporter for your plans. You have Kalim point out a few reliable Scarabia students to help with a few of the most urgent matters Jamil mentioned – cleaning up the common areas, delivering some paperwork to Crowley, preparing some dorm-wide notices – while you see to Kalim getting his school supplies in order for the following day. You even recruit a couple of third years to help Kalim with his homework.

You’ll see to the rest tomorrow – after all, you do also have a boyfriend to look after.

Your conversation over dinner can hardly be called anything else than an argument – despite Kalim’s best attempts at acting as a moderating force between you two. It is very tempting to ask Kalim to tell Jamil to take the rest of the day off – it’s not like Jamil would be willing to openly disobey a direct order. Still, you really don’t need to remind Jamil of his position on top of everything else that you’re already doing more or less against his wishes.

Eventually, however, Jamil’s had a square meal, the most urgent things on his to-do list are being taken care of, and you’ve managed to drag him to his bed.

“I really wish you wouldn’t push yourself so hard,” you murmur, your arms wrapped tightly around Jamil. You’re telling yourself you really do just want to cuddle, to offer some respite to Jamil. Still, there might also be a part of you worried that if you were to let go, he’d just jump up and get back to working himself to the bone.

Yet, for all his protestations, just the fact that you’ve gotten Jamil to lay down with you speaks volumes of his current exhaustion.

“I can’t just leave my duties, albi. You know this.”

“Making yourself too indispensable, is what you’re doing,” you protest.

Oh, you know it’s not so simple. Not with his background, not with all the expectations and assumptions.

But sometimes you really wish it would be.

Jamil merely scoffs in response to your words.

Still, it is undeniable that he is slowly beginning to relax in your arms, slowly bringing his head closer to yours. His eyes are starting to flutter, too.

“I will still need to help Kalim with his homework, at the very least.”

You wonder who he is trying to convince more, you or himself.

“Amin and Khalil are helping him. They’re basically top of their classes, aren’t they? I’m sure they’ve got it.”

Still, Jamil frowns.

You sigh. He really is not letting go, is he?

“Do you want me to go supervise?” you ask.

And leave you, unsaid yet hanging there right after your words.

“Don’t,” Jamil eventually says, the word barely more than a breath.

It seems he has accepted his fate.

You softly caress Jamil’s hair, listening to his softening breathing.

And when you wake up, wholly unaware of having been lulled to sleep in the first place, it’s to the lightest of touches from Jamil’s fingers.

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: "Are we even allowed to be in here?"

Person B: "I don't know, I stopped caring about their bullshit rules after they repaid my loyalty and devotion by framing me for their own misdeeds."

Person A: "...What if someone recognises you?"

Person B: "Recognise me? Ha! I was nothing but a faceless tool to them, I might as well have been part of the wallpaper! Honestly, I could probably walk right up to them and introduce myself with my former name and those fools still wouldn't realise it was me."

[merakiui]

fwb prompt

"we're not exclusive in anyway", says Floyd as he mauled your crush 🥰

>:) this one is written as yan!Floyb.

(fwb dialogues)

You're not in a relationship with Floyd Leech.

Contrary to what everyone tells you, there's nothing romantic between the two of you. Sure, you've stayed overnight occasionally and he's cooked breakfast for you. Sure, he's clingy and hungry for your attention, lending you his shirts when it's convenient. Sure, his hackles raise whenever someone says something about you. But that doesn't mean you're involved in anything more. You made that clear: "This is just sex and nothing else." And he'd agreed.

But now it's gotten out of hand.

You walk into the lounge just in time to see Azul holding a vicious, snarling Floyd back while Jade attends to the poor soul splayed on the ground, his face bloody and bruised. Floyd struggles to squirm out of Azul's arms, scowling with so much vitriol it seems almost tangible.

"Don't even think you've got an in just cuz Shrimpy likes ya. I'll kill you the next time you—"

"Floyd!" you and Azul shout in unison. Your mind is reeling, heart catching in your throat. An unsettling aura falls over the lounge; students cower in place, not daring to make a move.

He blinks out of the murderous haze for a second, his gaze slowly panning over to you. Every trace of hatred vanishes in a blip, and he brightens with a wide, toothy smile. The switch is so instantaneous that it startles you.

"Oh, it's Shrimpy! Hiya!"

Azul releases Floyd with a sigh and he skips merrily over to you. Blood speckles his face, and his uniform is more rumpled than it normally is. He reaches for you with a bruised hand and you flinch away. Hurt flashes across his face. You've never flinched away from him before...

You look past him at the student, who you now recognize as your long-time crush, and glance warily at Floyd. He couldn't have known. Surely not, right? You've never mentioned your crush to him. So then what happened? How did he find out?

Jade and Azul help him to his feet. He's just barely clinging to consciousness. You're grateful he's alive, if only barely, and you surmise Azul feels the same. A murder at the lounge wouldn't be good for his business.

"F-Floyd, what did you do?" you mutter, stupefied.

He's never been this openly violent. At least, not without valid reason...

"Ain't it obvious? I'm tellin' that guy to back off."

"But... But we're not—"

"He was sayin' some stupid shit about how he planned to confess to ya. Silly, right? Cuz you're with me. 'We're not exclusive in any way.' As if I'd just agree to that. C'mon, Shrimpy, didja really think I'd be fine with that when I want you all to myself?"

You stare at him, horrified.

Floyd covers the distance to wrap you up in a friendly hug. It's a stark contrast to his previous temperament. "Anyways, sorry you gotta see me so banged up. Woulda cleaned up if I'd known you'd be coming."

Stiffly, you pat him on the back. "Ah, is... Is that right?"

This is your mess, Azul seems to imply when you lock eyes with him across the lounge. Clean it up.

You're not sure you can.